We awoke fully transformed, at least in terms of the breasts and sexual organs. We stood and looked at ourselves and each other for a bit. And we liked what we saw. I had worn C-cup breasts with the falsies, but the ones that had grown in on my chest appeared a little larger and were probably D-cup. And before we got done admiring ourselves, Marco had his first erection, and I think he was a little bigger than I had been, unless it was just an illusion due to it being on his smaller body.

The transformation had generated a lot of sweat and dead skin cells, which I could peel off in places, so we went into the shower right away, together. We agreed it was just to shower, not for sex, though we certainly explored our anatomy in there.

“I think I have to pee,” Marco told me while we were still showering.

“Me too,” I replied. “Let’s just do it here. You’ve done that before, I imagine.”

“Yes, but never with anyone else in here with me.”

“But how often did you shower with another person?”

“Point taken.”

It felt weird to pee without a penis, and dirty the way it ran down my legs, though it was washed off by the shower about as quickly as it was produced. Marco showed me how I could hold myself open and pee without getting it on myself, or mostly, anyway, and I explained to Marco how to think down the erection to overcome that natural lockout that keeps a man from peeing inside a woman, so that he could get his own need taken care of.

A fair bit of my body hair had already come loose and been washed off in the shower, or stuck to the towel as I dried off. The next order of business was to try to get dressed. Wearing women’s clothes was nothing new to me, and they were all the clothes I’d brought along with me. Of course, the pocket bra was now useless. I had a regular bra which had fit me when worn over the pocket bra, on occasions when I wanted a bit of the lacier bra to show. Just as I had thought, it was too small for the breasts that had grown on me overnight. I could just get it closed on the largest hook, but it clearly wasn’t fitting right, digging into my breasts painfully. I decided to do without it and put on panties and a dress.

But Marco, who was fully dressed by this point, saw my plight. “Oh, wait right there,” he said, and once I was decent he quickly ducked out the door. He soon came back with an XL sports bra with the tag still on it.

“We keep these in stock here for cases like this. Try it on.”

I opened the top of the dress and put on the bra. While I’d seen these before, actually wearing one was a new experience for me. Despite the tightness, it was comfortable in all the ways my other bra wasn’t. After I OKed it with Marco, he used scissors to snip the plastic doohickey holding the tag.

“It’s yours to keep.”

“Included with the package for your paying customers?”

“No, they’d pay full retail price for it. But my treat for you.”

“Thank you.”

I closed up my dress over it, and we went down to the restaurant for breakfast, still using the Room of Change for privacy from other customers, since they only served the worms for dinner. The other couple arrived while we were eating, now dressed as their new genders, and sat at the next table.

When the four of us were all done eating, a man named Antonio confirmed individually with us that none of us had any issues with our changes, then explained the plan for today to everybody. First, we would all go to the small salon within the inn, where we’d get hairstyling and makeup as appropriate to make us more fully look our new genders. Then he would take us to get our names and genders changed in official records at a city office.

There were no other customers in the salon at that hour of the morning, and three people were tending to us four, one for me, one for the other new woman, and a third handling both of the men, who mostly just got haircuts in traditional men’s styles. I had already let my hair grow out and got it done up nicely. The other woman had short hair and had limited options, but they still made her look every bit a woman when they were done.

Then the four of us climbed into the middle and back rows of an SUV and Antonio drove us to that office. We got in pretty quickly, but it took most of the morning to get the paperwork done. I had to pee at one point, and while I’d seen regular men’s and women’s restrooms out front, at this point we were back in the offices, and there was only a single stall restroom. I had used women’s restrooms before since I’d been going as a woman in public for some time, but this would have been the first time where I really had the equipment. “There’ll be a time,” I chuckled to myself. “Lots of times.”

We left with new ID cards showing our new names, pictures, and sexes. All our government records were being updated. It wouldn’t be a completely impenetrable secret; a thorough investigator would be able to see that we changed, but wouldn’t know it was any different than any other sex change people got elsewhere. In my case, the immigration record was updated to show me arriving female.

When we got back, we went straight to lunch. They explained that because our hips and waists were not fully changed yet, they were waiting until tomorrow before taking us to shop for new clothes. But we got a DVD to watch in our room; Marco and I actually got two, the English and Italian editions. Marco confirmed he’d already seen everything on the video and we only watched the English version. What an understatement! Marco had narrated most of the video! Or Maria did, anyway. It was the “everything you would have learned about your sex if you had grown up this way” lesson and was clearly something Marco’s family had filmed at the inn. It was mostly unnecessary for me as well, but there were a few bits that were helpful. It was pretty thorough, and completely explicit, too. The part about tampons showed a woman inserting and removing one. And it reminded us several times to make sure we were going into the right restroom.

After we finished watching the “new woman” part, we watched the “new man” part just for fun, which was mostly narrated by Antonio. Unsurprisingly, it was shorter, but it included subjects like peeing at a urinal, advice on dealing with unwanted erections in public, and wet dreams. It also had the repeated bit about going into the right restroom, but with the sounds of women screaming or beating on the man with their purses each time the man went into the women’s room before hurriedly leaving and going into the men’s.

Both videos had included masturbation, and when the video ended I realized that Marco and I were actually both masturbating. Marco noticed me noticing, and gave me a look that clearly said, “You wanna?” and I said yes by going for the box of condoms Marco had supplied. But moments later when I was helping unroll a condom down the length of Marco’s huge shaft, I was having second thoughts.

“Go easy on me, OK? Remember that I’ve only had this vagina a day, and literally nothing’s been inside it yet.”

Indeed, when Marco tried to enter me, I was so tight he couldn’t even get in, and after ten minutes of failed attempts, Marco had lost his erection and we gave up on the idea.

“It may be easier tomorrow,” Marco suggested. “Your pelvis will widen and your vagina may grow larger.”

“I remember Sofia saying that, or trying to in bad English, and Antonio also, this morning.”

“Yes, normally I would have given the English explanations at last night’s dinner, or Antonio would have. But I was a participant this time, and I don’t know where Antonio was then. We aren’t all working here 24/7.”

“But you know the details Sofia was describing, right? What happened to the pregnant women who changed into men?”

“You understand how the change is gradual, right? Where there is a correspondence, body parts change into corresponding parts. In me, the ovaries became the testes, the fallopian tubes became the vas deferens tubes, and so forth. The penis is more complicated, but parts of the vagina and the vulva form the penis and the scrotum, with the clitoris forming the head of the penis.”

I nodded at this explanation.

“The uterus doesn’t have a corresponding part, but it turns into structures at the base of the penis. You know how you have... er, had, a muscle that you could use to lift your erection? The uterine and vaginal muscles that force the baby out during birth change into that.”

“I know what you’re talking about, though of course I no longer have the ability.”

“In the pregnant women, the fetus also migrated to this area. The changes destroyed the ability of the placenta to feed the fetus, and it died and triggered labor pains in the middle of the first night. In both cases, the stillborn fetus was small, because the women did not yet realize they were pregnant. But the penis had already started forming. It was more stretchable than it would normally be, due to being in the midst of changing, but they had to give birth through the urethra of that penis.”

I winced.

“Realize that we’re talking about a fetus which was roughly the size of an erection. It got out, but the birth permanently disfigured the penis, and they suffered for real the pain you were feeling sympathetically.”

“OK. I had been picturing something larger. I can still imagine the pain.”

Marco guffawed. “I’m sure my ancestors would not have even allowed a woman so obviously pregnant to even attempt it. The first woman this happened to, we gave a refund. The second one had been warned the change wasn’t for pregnant women and we did not give a refund. Since we have had pregnancy tests available, none of our customers have ever turned up pregnant, but we still check because we can.”

I nodded.

We engaged in some mutual masturbation in lieu of actual sex, each of us getting to experience orgasm.

“That was pretty powerful,” I told Sofia. “Are you going to miss that?”

“Well, the male orgasm was more intense, but shorter. You may have gotten the better side of that aspect of the change, but what I got is still good.”

We cleaned up and got dressed again for dinner. This time we exchanged some stories with the other couple, who’d had similar experiences to us. Well, mostly Marco did, because they didn’t speak English, but I assured them I knew enough Italian to understand most of what they were saying.

I could see that the new woman from that couple was wearing a bra, and I asked, in probably bad Italian, about it. She replied that she and her wife-turned-husband were close to the same size and were sharing clothes. She was a band size bigger, but had come out the same cup size. She had an extender which allowed her to wear her partner’s bras. She raised the back of her blouse to show me. This was a thing I never knew existed, but made sense. It just hooks into both ends of the bra band to make it bigger. I am guessing she had used those before, during dress-up, even though they had arrived dressed as their original genders.

That night, Marco and I slept naked together again, though we didn’t try having sex again yet after our failure in the afternoon. It was weird to me, trying to get to sleep as a woman. The breasts made a real difference in getting comfortable, but I eventually got to sleep.

They were certainly right about the changes. I awoke with a womanly figure, and Marco with a straighter one. There was more hair loss, and a partial change of our voices. Marco’s voice was cracking like a teen boy’s does.

When Sofia returned to say we’d go on a shopping trip for clothes today, I was excited. The women’s clothing I owned was restricted to certain kinds of styles that I could wear on my male body with fake breasts and straight hips. Now I had a body which could wear many other styles of clothes I’d never considered. What I had I could still wear, but I was going be able to wear so much more now! Of course, I was still going to be wearing large and extra large sizes, but nobody was going to miss I was a woman, unless I wanted them to.

Most of the day we spent on a guided shopping trip with Sofia and a man named Giulio, pronounced like “Julia” with an O at the end. The clothes we bought were not part of the package, but Marco assured me he could cover it if anything was too expensive for me. Ultimately Marco paid for about half of what I got. The other couple, who could wear some of each others’ clothes, also felt they didn’t need to buy an entire wardrobe today. Nevertheless, we tried on every kind of clothes, which meant a lot more changes for me than for Marco. I think our hosts wanted to make sure were familiar with all our options, and the sizing, which was actually more unusual for me because of the European sizing than because of women’s sizes. When I commented on it, Marco explained that it was even worse than I realized: Italy has different sizes from the rest of Europe. I guess I’d get used to it. And I did get to use a women’s public restroom with my real equipment for the first time while we were there.

After dinner, Marco and I tried sex again, and this time he was able to fit his big schlong inside me. It felt amazing! The intensity of feeling it moving inside me was beyond belief. Marco came pretty quickly in the condom, but stayed inside me, got hard again, and we made love until he came a second time.

After cleaning up, we got ready for bed. I was able to wear a nightgown I’d purchased today. Marco was wearing his underwear, which were men’s briefs, but blue satin ones, not Fruit of the Loom. We slept together again, and I got to sleep easier this time.

The third morning after the change was checkout day. The other couple went back to their home, and Marco and I just went down the street to his apartment. It was small, but at the moment I didn’t have much. I had a bunch of stuff that would arrive in a week or so, though, and I worried about the space.

“I’ve got a house lined up for us, but the current occupants don’t move out for three weeks. We’ll just have to stay here until then.”

“OK. I guess I won’t worry about unpacking too much, then. Just hanging up my clothes to keep them neat.”

“Sure. I have lots of old female clothes to get rid of, which should give you plenty of space. You can have your pick of them, but most are probably too small for you,” Marco commented.

We spent that day piling loads of Maria’s old clothes that neither of us would ever be able to wear into Marco’s car, and some into the trash. We took the better looking items to a consignment shop, and the rest were donated to charity. At the end of the day I had plenty of room to hang my clothes.

The next day Marco showed me around the area, so I learned about the local stores and such. And the next day was back to work. Well, back for Marco; it was my first day working at the inn. While we weren’t married yet and I wasn’t a legal member of the family, we were engaged and had changed for each other and they all treated me as a new member of the family. Marco had assured me I could work there, and just like starting any job there was paperwork to fill out, only in Italian this time, but they helped me through what I couldn’t understand.

I wasn’t going to be a maid. The maids were not family members, but they were locals, paid 15% on top of the going rate to be quiet about anything unusual they saw in any sex-changers’ rooms. But there was plenty of maintenance, cooking, and more, in addition to serving customers. Most of the family members working there were multi-purpose and got trained on different jobs. As a native English speaker, I was going to be a backup for Marco and Antonio in dealing with any English-speaking customers, whether ordinary diners or sex-changers, so that Sofia didn’t have to with her broken English. There was one other thing, Marco explained.

“The fees sex-changers pay are split among all of us family members who work here. The inn makes enough money already, and we only charge those rates to make sure we don’t run out of worms. After deducting the costs of services we provide along with the change, the rest is split among us. With you, there will be 18, and when a Sicilian couple comes in to change, like the ones who changed along with us, we’ll each get about 4,000 euro, before taxes. If we get a foursome or outsiders, it’s even more. This can triple your base pay, or more. However, we will have to get married officially before that can happen. It has to do with the way the business is organized; it’s owned by the family, and its charter only allows legal family members to share in those profits.”

“How could any of your family members pass up that offer?”

“Some of them have bigger dreams beyond running an inn. Some of them don’t want to stay in Sicily. And a few are really put off by the idea of sex changes; the Roman Catholic church is strong here.”

“Well I’m more than committed now. I can do it as soon as you can set it up.”

Then Marco surprised me with this question, “Do you want to have a wedding back with your friends and family back in the United States?”

I thought about it, and replied, “My family never accepted my trans nature. I made friends with neighbors and those in the trans community there, but I wasn’t especially close to them. In fact, many of the neighbors never realized Joanna and Jacob were the same person. I’d only really want to invite Tricia and Dana, the two neighbors, both natural-born women, who helped me learn to look like a woman, and it doesn’t make sense going back there just for them.”

“Then we’ll invite them here, and I can pay to fly them over and put them up here at the inn if they accept.”

“That’s wonderful!” I replied, now understanding the source of Marco’s generosity.

So we planned a wedding only two weeks in advance, at a time when we had plenty of vacant rooms in the inn, which we all held for wedding guests pending determination of who was coming. The wedding and reception would all be right there in the inn and restaurant. It turned out we only needed a few of those rooms; most of Marco’s guests were locals from Sicily. The other travelers were his other family members who changed and moved away, the three others still alive who had taken advantage of the family’s standing offer to change sex, and their spouses. And Tricia and Dana both came with their husbands.

I worried about getting a wedding dress on such short notice, but a family member in town was a tailor and was happy to do a rush job. No doubt, Marco paid him well; he didn’t let me see the price. Marco’s family also worked out among those who worked at the inn who would be wedding guests: Marco’s parents and siblings would fill out the wedding party, and the rest of those who normally worked at the inn would set up, cook, and clean up.

In the middle of all that planning, my stuff arrived from the United States, and we stashed it wherever we could find space in Marco’s apartment.

The wedding was a great success. The ceremony was performed by a trans-woman within the family who was a reverend in one of the more accepting churches, not a Roman Catholic.

Marco’s parents had a big gift for us, too: A honeymoon in Rome and Venice and a week off work to enjoy it. The one catch: It was the second week after the wedding. We had a foursome coming in for sex changes the week after the wedding, and they wanted everybody here for that.

We stayed in the wedding suite in the inn that night and had the traditional wedding night sex. That was still amazing every time we did it. After that, and one day off, it was back to work, and I saw my first group of sex-changers at the inn. None of them were English-speakers, so I didn’t get to talk to them, but Marco’s uncle showed me how the special sauce is made.

And once that was done, we had one day off to move from Marco’s apartment into the house which had finally become available. Fortunately, it was very close and we could make as many trips as needed to move stuff with Marco’s car, and some furniture was even pushed on a dolly we borrowed from the inn the block and a half between the apartment and the house. We barely had time to enjoy it, though, before we were off on our honeymoon to Rome and Venice.

It was great seeing the sights. Of course, my first period came on the second day in Rome, but I had packed tampons. I knew it was coming; it was only a question of when. Inserting one felt a little weird, but it was way easier than fitting Marco’s dick in there! And it was hardly noticeable once it was in.

I enjoyed both Rome and Venice, but I think I really enjoyed being really female and just being free to be with Marco all day more than either city. Once it was over, we got to really start living in the new house. There was tons of stuff that needed unpacking, including almost everything I’d had shipped from the United States. I was starting to wonder why I even needed that stuff, since I lived a month without it, but when I looked at what it was, I remembered why. There were still parts of my old life I wasn’t ready to completely throw away. Some of them, anyway. I had to laugh at some of the things that were supposed to help me make myself look female. A bunch of that got tossed, or donated to a charity supporting the transgender community in Sicily which Marco helped me find.

It took me a month of days off to get all my stuff unpacked, organized, and discarded when appropriate. And after that it seemed like every day off I was either fixing or improving something about the house. Marco was glad to have a wife who was handy with tools. I was glad to have found a husband who had shared with me the unbelievable gift of being able to be truly female inside and out. And we both enjoyed the sex.