Your wife has deceived and colluded behind your back to reconstruct your sex. You thought you were getting a vasectomy and it was during that operation that you were castrated and slow release female hormone devices replaced your testicles. The vitamins she lovingly fed you every morning were female hormones meant to supplement your implants and grace you with the happy femininity of wide hips and fatty breasts.
One day at the beauty salon you meet a familiar looking woman who you discover was also castrated during what she thought was a prostate operation. Having nothing left to lose, and hypnotized to love his new femininity he voluntarily submitted to a boob job. Cupping his hands under his breasts he proudly holds up his 36c breasts and tells you how wonderful they feel.
You are tired of padded bras, and tired of poor fitting blouses and decide you will do almost anything for implants….