Accident

Peter opened his eyes, for an instant, realized he was dreaming as there was a half naked woman dressed as a nurse watching him, closed them again. He thought he slept again, finally opened his eyes, realized he wasn't dreaming, there was a half naked woman dressed as a nurse watching him.

"Where...where am I," he asked, "what happened."

"Taking the second question first, you were in a car accident," the woman said, "taking the first question, you're Memorial Hospital."

"What...why are you dressed like?" he asked, mind dizzy. He felt his penis stiffen, then felt a pain, not sharp, dull. He tried to move, realized he was restrained. "I don't know...I don't remember..."

"You were out to dinner with a woman, a Rachel something or other. You were in an accident, a car accident."

"Rachel," Peter said, some of the fog lifting. "Is she...is she okay?"

"Yes, she's fine, actually. Your wife is down in the family waiting room."

"She's not...I mean...we aren't...married."

"Oh," the nurse smiled, "I know. I meant to say that Rachel is down in the family waiting room with your wife."

"She's with Angela?" Peter said, suddenly feeling panic wash over him.

"Yes, don't worry, they're getting along well, all things considering. I mean, there was the initial shock, Rachel finding our you're married and Angela finding out, well, about Rachel, both feeling betrayed. But they worked it out."

"Worked...worked it out?"

"Luckily you'd placed your health care power of attorney on file, so Angela was able to approve everything."

"Everything?"

"You have to understand, Peter, you were basically cheating on two different women."

"A...approve everything?" he asked again.

The nurse smiled, walked to the side of the bed, leaned over Peter to check the IV machine. When she did, her breasts all but spilled into Peter's face, causing more pain between his legs. "Oh, sorry," she said, stood up. Are you sore down there?"

"Yes, my god, was it...am I..."

"Oh, no," she laughed, "you were fine, it's the apparatus causing the soreness. It's to be expected for awhile, it's much to small to allow any any swelling, so any sexual stimulation is going to cause soreness, worse at first, but you'll get used to."

Peter looked down the sheet, didn't register at first the swelling of his chest. The nurse pulled the sheet up, from his feet, until his legs and pelvis were uncovered. "What is that?" he demanded, seeing the small metal cage holding his penis.

"The apparatus," the nurse said. "It's the latest in male chastity. Medical grade steel so infection is not a worry, easy to clean while installed, internal locking mechanism, one hundred percent effective in preventing erections or orgasms, and with the piercing, escape proof."

"C...chastity? P...prevents erections and orgasm?"

"You're lucky your wife let you keep it; many wives opt for full reassignment. Not that there are not benefits to permanent chastity; left in a state of constant sexual arousal, a feminized male is quite amenable to training."

"Feminized???"

The nurse removed the sheet the rest of the way, exposed the perfect C-cup breasts. 

"Those are breasts," Peter gasped.

"Nice one, too. That's what I got when I was transitioned. You'll find them quite enjoyable. Frustrating, too, of course, as every time you play with them, you'll get sore between your legs. But that's the price one pays."

The door opened and Peter's worst fear walked in; his girlfriend and his wife. "She's awake?" Angela asked.

"Just waking up," the nurse said. 

"You gave us such a scare," Angela said.

"I still can't believe you're married," Rachel said, taking Angela's hand. 

"We've got it all worked out, don't you worry about a thing, dear. There are a couple more cosmetic surgeries, and they need to finalize your hormones dosages, but we'll be taking you home in a couple of weeks."

"You'll...both of you?" he asked, confused.

"Well, since you cheated on both of us, we felt it only fair to share the new you," Angela said. "We thought a week on, a week off, so we each get a sissy maid twice a month. I look at it as an opportunity; there have been several men making advances, I may as well see what's out there."

Rachel glared at him. "And I'm looking forward to a little payback for the whole I'm not married shit you were peddling."

Angela squeezed Rachel's hand. "Rachel has quite the eye for fashion; she's picked out prettiest maid outfits for you to wear when you're hers. I want to see you in them first, but I'm considering the same."

"She really needs her rest, ladies," the nurse said, covering Peter back up, "why don't you two head home and check back in tomorrow morning."