Alpha Male

by Jennifer White

  

In a dark conference room atop a tall building in Manhattan, they gathered together again. To an outside observer, it looked like several elderly ladies sitting together and chatting. But few would realize the power they wielded, the business they controlled from behind the scenes, nor their true agenda: the mass feminization of men.

They had just completed another project, which resulted in dozens of men voluntarily lining up for "the operation", along with dozens more who now preferred to live a female life, wearing dresses, makeup, and panties full time.

"Well done Ladies" said the chairwoman, nodding with approval. "Tell me, what new suggestions do you have? Any new ideas?"

"I have an idea" said the woman to her immediate right.

"Do tell" said the chairwoman, as she poured herself another cup of herbal tea.

"In nature" started the woman, "males do whatever it takes to attract a mate. They make shows of force, to let the females know who is the strongest, and best potential mate. They build nests to show the females what good providers they are. It is that primal instinct that makes human males play sports so ferociously. It is in their genes to show off for the females. They want to prove themselves as the strongest, the best. The Alpha Male."

"Very true" said the chairwoman. "But how do we use this as an idea?"

"Let us take advantage of this primal drive. Let us create the situation where the males think their best chance to mate, is to become more and more feminine."

"Excellent!" she said, clapping her hands together. "What do you need to get the ball rolling?"

"Young models, and one man that we control."

"Consider it done. Project Alpha Male begins tomorrow."

* * *

 

The rural town of Springdale was known for only two things: the local dairy industry, and the state college. Springdale State started out as an agricultural school, but now offered degrees in diverse areas such as engineering, nursing, and graphic design.

The freshman class in the fall traveled to town, and the young men were glad to see that there were *thirty* unbelievably good looking women from New York who had all enrolled together. They occupied an entire floor of the women's dorms. They all looked like models, absolutely perfect in their bodies, their faces, their hair. They all dressed impeccably, with the latest fashions.

The women were all immediately jealous of them, and flocked to them. Every man on campus tried to hit on them. But not a single man succeeded in even getting a phone number from them, let alone a date. And as the other women saw how the beauties kept the boys at a distance, they started to do the same. They wanted so much to be part of that group, and didn't want to do anything to jeopardize their status of being one of the girls that hung out with them.

 

And so it was that the men became more and more frustrated. They weren't getting any action from the women on campus. They all tried furiously to show off how wonderful they were. A record number tried out for the football team. The student gym was always packed with the young men trying to pump themselves up, to show off for the girls. But nothing worked. Even Bradford, the handsome captain of the football team failed. He was a senior who was a lock to be drafted by the pros. But *that* seemingly wasn't good enough to get their attention.

* * *

 

The semester proceeded, with classes in full swing. Everyone was settling into a routine. But one day, there was big news. Word spread that The Beauties (as they were aptly nicknamed) were sponsoring a Halloween costume party. The guys immediately started to scramble for the best costumes. Firemen, sports stars, Frankenstein...anything to show off their muscles and how macho they were.

But there was one young man who was somewhat of an outcast. Kevin was a very geeky guy, who hung out in the computer lab or the library every day. A real nerd. He was from New York, so he had no friends at the start of the semester. Nobody wanted to be associated with him, so to this point, he was still very much alone.

For the big party, he had selected a very different costume from the other men. One that would shock and amaze everyone.

* * *

 

The party was in full swing. Loud music blared, and the women were out on the dance floor. They all refused to dance with the guys, staying in small groups by themselves. Other women gathered around the outside of the room, falling into little cliques to talk.

Juliette was a tall blond, wearing a fairy queen costume. She stood with Nancy, who was dressed as Snow White, and Linda, who wore a nurse costume.

Peter was looking at them. He wore a doctor costume, so he decided to make a move. He was a junior, and a member of the Alpha Kappa Phi fraternity. Full of macho confidence, he approached the nurse.

"Nurse, I need your help, stat!" he said.

"And what help is that?" she replied coolly.

"I need you to examine a patient."

"Which patient?"

"Me! I think I'll have a broken heart if I don't dance with you."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested" she said, turning her back after giving him a shoulder shrug and a little smile.

All around the room, the other guys were having the same luck. They were gathered in large groups, griping at each other. And that's when *he* walked in.

"Oh my god, look what old 'nerd boy' is wearing!" said the captain of the football team.

"What a fruit!" said someone. There was a general roar of laughter from the men.

Kevin hadn't chosen a costume like the other guys. No, he did something radically different. He came to the party as a cheerleader. A *female* cheerleader.

Kevin had shaved his legs, put on fake boobs, and a wig. He wore the tight sweater and short two-color skirt that the girls on the cheerleading squad wore. He was wearing makeup and jewelry. Even his fingernails were painted.

The guys were merciless, mocking him and throwing taunts in his direction. But then something unexpected happened: The Beauties flocked to him, and started to make a huge fuss over him! The guys were all flabbergasted. They gaped as one after the next girl danced with him. They even slow-danced with him! The nerd! No way!

 

When the night was through, Kevin walked out of the building with two of The Beauties, his arm around one on each side. He was the only guy to be a success at all. And it seemed that *all* the girls wanted him.

* * *

 

The next day, Kevin was suddenly very popular with the guys.

"What happened?" they all wanted to know.

"I am very discrete" he said, "and a gentleman doesn't tell what he does in bed with five women at once. So let me just say that I didn't get much sleep last night."

The guys were in awe. But it was strange: the girls were ignoring Kevin again today, just like normal.

"I've got an idea" said Kevin, showing frustration after one of the women he had slept with didn't even *look* at him when she passed by.

"What's that?" said Peter, who had been grilling him, hoping that some of his luck might rub off.

"Why don't you come with me and find out?"

Kevin drove into town, and parked outside the resale shop. Peter followed him in. Kevin went right for the rack of used women's clothes. He dug around a bit, until he found a plaid skirt and a red sweater.

"You should get something too" he told Peter.

"Nah, not my style" he replied.

"Suit yourself" said Kevin, amused at his own play on words.

Back on campus, Kevin ran into his dorm, and emerged a few minutes later wearing the sweater and the skirt. He wore his bra fake boobs from the party too.

"Lets go find some girls" he said.

They walked to the library (Peter keeping a distance so it didn't look like he was *with* Kevin, in his female attire). Just before they reached the outdoor water fountain, they ran into a couple of The Beauties.

"Well hello there you!" said the blond. "It was so fun last night! How are you today?"

They fell into conversation, with Peter being rudely ignored. Being with Kevin wasn't enough apparently. He turned, and walked off, heading to the bus stop to get a ride to town.

* * *

 

Back at the resale shop, Peter chickened out. He couldn't bring himself to buy something like Kevin had. But he did select a shirt that was kind of androgynous, and a pair of women's slacks that didn't look too 'girly'. He also bought a bra. He blushed as he rang it all up.

"Fraternity prank" he said defensively to the indifferent sales clerk.

 

Back at campus, he changed into his new outfit. He put on the bra, but didn't have the nerve to stuff it with anything. The women's pants were strange feeling. They didn't look all that different, but there was no room in the crotch like his normal pants.

Peter dared go out, and tried to find some women. Near the north quad, he found a group of them. For the first time, he wasn't completely dismissed out of hand! They actually talked to him, although they weren't all over him like they were with Kevin.

Peter decided to make a dangerous move. He reached under his sweater, through the neck, and adjusted his bra strap.

"I hate when my straps move around on me" he said.

Suddenly, there was a change in the women's attitudes.

"You might not have it adjusted properly" said the blond. "Why don't you come back to my room, so I can teach you the right way to do it."

An invite to her room! Yes! Bingo!

Peter walked with her, talking the whole time. He got lots of strange looks from the guys, who wondered at first why *he* was the one they were with. But when he got near enough for them to see that it was because he was wearing women's pants, a light bulb went off in their heads. Soon word began to spread across campus.

 

At the dorm room, Dee showed Peter the proper way to adjust the bra straps.

"See, here on the shoulders? You set them like this, so they're not too long, and it will fit just right."

"Thank you!" said Peter enthusiastically. He liked how she had just touched him, her land lingering on his shoulder much longer than it needed to. She even dug in her long fingernail a bit, and dragged it across the middle of his back. Wow!

"You know what would look really good with that?" said Dee.

"No, what?" replied Peter.

"Your bra is very pretty, but it looks sad, hanging there limply with nothing to support. Let me put in some stuffing."

"I don't know..." said Peter. It was one thing to wear a bra under his clothes, where nobody would see it. But it was entirely different to have it stuffed full. Then everyone who saw him would know immediately that he was wearing one.

"Please, do this for me?" said Dee.

Her musical voice was pleading with him. She had a fragile look of hope on her face, like he could make her really happy, or he could crush her if he made the wrong choice.

Dee walked close enough to him, that he could feel her body heat. She put her hands on the cups of his bra.

"If only these were full" she said. "You would be so cute, that I would just have to kiss you."

"Okay, do it" said Peter. He couldn't resist. He would do anything to win this girl, and if it took a stuffed bra, then so be it.

Dee gleefully folded up some hand towels, and put them into Peter's bra, until it was bursting full, to the point of straining.

"I'm glad you picked one with a D cup, like I have" she said. "We can wear each other's bras sometimes that way."

She helped Peter put his sweater back on, and showed him the results in the mirror. Before, you couldn't really tell it was a woman's sweater (unless you looked closely, or you knew fashions very well). But now, the tight sweater went over the two large mounds on his chest. They had that inviting look that only a young girl in a sweater can have.

True to her word, Dee came over and gave Peter an impassioned kiss. He was falling rapidly in love with her. He wanted her so much! But he also felt a strange feeling inside, seeing himself with fake breasts in his bra. Like if you were in a gun fight, and suddenly your gun disappeared, and you were unarmed.

He felt a twinge between his legs. Dee had a power over him, he realized, and that she could make him do things he would never really want to do. She had exerted a measure of control over him, and he caved in with only mild protest. He realized that if she wanted to, she could make him completely hers.

The kiss ended, and Peter was breathless. He looked down at his 'breasts'. They didn't matter. As long as he was with Dee.

 

"Now Peter" she said, "I have to tell you something. I know that you've hung out with Kevin the other day. And I have to tell you something about him. My friend Kelli thought he was really hot at the party, and she went a lot further with him then she should have. A man like you all dressed up just gets a girl hot you know."

She licked her red lips as she said this, causing another pang between Peter's legs.

"But the next day, Kevin really hurt her. He showed up in his old clothes again, and it was a total turnoff! He was such a disappointment. Kelli told me that since he's dressed up nicely again, she'll talk with him, and spend time with him, but she's not going to even kiss him again, until she's sure he's not going to revert to his old clothes and disappoint her. We've been so lonely here, and he got her hopes up, only to crush them."

Peter just listened as she kept talking. Her melodious voice was so bright, so clear, so easy to listen to.

"Peter, you're not going to disappoint me, are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're not going to dress up like this" (she waved her hand at his outfit), "then go back to your old clothes tomorrow, are you?"

"Well, I'm not sure. I hadn't really thought about it" he said.

"If you want me to be your girlfriend, you'll think about it tonight. If you want to be with me, you'll go around tomorrow, just as you are now. If you want to wear your old clothes, then I have no interest in you. I'm not just being superficial. I just need a constant sign from you that you aren't like those other guys, the ones that are just out for sex. The ones that get violent. I need to know that you are a wonderful special person, and that you want to be with me."

"So you want me to dress like this all the time?"

"Not all the time. You can wear skirts too, or dresses for special occasions. Your clothes are very out of date, you know. We could go shopping together tomorrow. I'd love to spend the evening with you, after class. What do you say?"

"Pick you up at 7?"

"I'll be waiting" she said.

 

Walking back to his dorm, Peter got a lot a strange stares. He didn't care. He had Dee now! And tomorrow, they would spend the whole night together (or so he hoped).

Yes, she had somehow talked him into promising to wear his women's clothes all day tomorrow, including his stuffed bra. But looking down at his 'boobs', it made him feel proud. They were a sign that he was with one of The Beauties. Let the others say what they wanted. They would all be jealous of him.

* * *

 

"Dude, you've got tits!" laughed Peter's roommate Fred.

"Go ahead, make fun of me. But you'll never guess why I'm doing this."

"Tell me."

"You know that six foot blond in The Beauties, the one named Dee?"

"Of course! Who doesn't? She's a goddess."

"Well you're looking at her new boyfriend."

"No way!"

"We've got a date for tomorrow. She did this to me, but I don't care. I'm going out with Dee!"

"Wow, you are one lucky dude."

"Yeah, I know. Listen, I think I could get you hooked up with one of her friends. She pretty much said that they're lonely. If you dressed up too, and came there with me, I think I could get you a date too."

"I don't know. I don't want to go around looking like *I* have tits."

"Suit yourself. Sit alone in the dorm, or play fussball at the student center. I'll be with Dee."

"Okay, you win. Where did you get that stuff?"

"Well, let me tell you..."

* * *

 

All day, Peter and Fred were teased for their outfits by the buys. But they got lots of attention from the girls, particularly The Beauties. Sure enough, Dee's friend Janie asked Fred if he wanted to join them when they went out! All because he stuffed a bra under his new white frilly trimmed shirt.

They showed up at the girl's dorm, and were shown in.

"I'm glad you decided that you were willing to go out with me" said Dee. "You look so cute like that. I've just got to kiss you."

Peter and Dee shared another passionate kiss, while Janie dragged Fred off to her room. She was all over him. He gave the thumbs up sign to Peter as they left.

"Before we go out, let me fix you up a bit" said Dee.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, your face is a little too plain. Let me put on just a bit of color here and there. Not much, just some subtle effects."

"Do I really need to."

"Yes. Have a seat" she said.

Peter sat still as she applied various things to his face. He recognized lipstick and mascara, but the other stuff was foreign to him. It took longer than he would have liked, but Dee seemed very happy to be doing this, cooing and smiling at him.

When she was finally done, she told him to look in the mirror. He couldn't believe it! He looked so different.

"That's pretty radical" he said.

"Isn't it wonderful what just a little makeup can do for a face? You look so wonderful sweetheart."

Peter stared at the lipstick, the mascara, and the color on his eyelids and around the eye socket. He couldn't believe how smooth and perfect his face looked. Subtle blush made it look like he had prominent cheekbones.

Dee sprayed perfume on him as he gaped in the mirror. Peter coughed.

"That's my favorite fragrance. I hope you like wearing it as much as I do" said Dee.

Peter was about to reply, when there was a knock at the door. In walked Fred and Janie. Peter was as shocked to see Fred's made up face as he had been his own. And Fred was wearing ear rings. And Fred's bust was quite a bit more prominent now, then when they arrived. Janie must have upgraded his bra size.

"Wow dude!" said Fred. "Your face looks pretty!"

"You too Freddie" said Peter.

"Now we're ready to head to the mall" said Janie, proud of her work on Fred.

Janie led them to her 4 door Saturn. She held the car door open for Fred, while Dee held a door open for Peter. The guys felt weird being treated like that.

 

At the mall, there was much shopping to do. First, the girls took them to a shoe store, where they each bought three pairs of new shoes. A cute pair of heels, a practical pair for walking to class in, and white sneakers trimmed with pink. Janie insisted that the guys go around in their new shoes 'to break them in'.

Next, it was to one of several clothing stores. The girls each found outfits for themselves, and for the guys.

"Look how cute this skirt goes with your sweater!" said Dee.

"But you already found a new pair of pants for me, and two tops" replied Peter.

"Yes, but you just *have* to get this. It is so perfect for you!"

Meanwhile, Janie was helping Fred. He ended up with a similar number of outfits. They visited a couple of other clothing stores. The girls helped Fred and Peter find black dresses to wear when they went out and partied on Saturday.

"I can't believe how expensive this stuff is!" said Fred.

"Tell me about it. They make you pay a lot more for girl's clothes."

"Welcome to our world" said Janie. "And the more fashionable the clothes, the more they cost. Its just the way of the world."

"Amen sister" added Dee.

 

At the department store at the end of the mall, Dee and Janie led the guys to the lingerie department.

"You can't just have one bra. And you need at least a weeks worth of panties. And you should own at least a couple of pairs of nylons too. Find something you like, and we'll be right back."

While Peter and Fred felt embarrassment digging went through the racks of undergarments, the girls left them. It was only when they were checking out that the girls returned.

"I have a present for you" said Dee, handing a shopping bag to Peter. He opened it. Inside was a makeup kit, with various colors, mascara, lipstick, nail polish, and a little purse.

"Don't worry honey, I'll teach you how to use it" said Dee. Fred was getting similar encouragement from Janie, who put her arms around him and held her body close.

The night was still young, and there was much fun to be had. It was time to leave the mall, and go out to dinner...

* * *

 

"How can you do that?" asked Kate. She was a senior, who had been hanging out with The Beauties.

"Do what?" replied Dee.

"You're going out with a guy who dresses up as if he's a girl! That's kind of weird. What's up with that?"

"Kate, remember at the start of the year when you told me about Chuck?"

Kate had dated Chuck on and off for two years. At a gab-fest in the dorm, she had let loose on him, complaining about all the things he did wrong.

"Yeah, Chuck" said Kate.

"Remember how he used to tell you what to do all the time? I have a boyfriend who does what *I* want."

Kate nodded. That sounded good.

"I have a guy who *listens* to me, instead of interrupting and cutting me off" continued Dee. "He likes going shopping for clothes with me. He communicates. He *wants* a committed relationship. He wants to be with me all the time. He is never aggressive towards anyone. He's sweet and kind."

Kate nodded again.

"When my guy look at another girl, I don't feel threatened. First of all, he never ogles them like a wolf. Instead, he's check out their *outfit* and their *style*. If he does look at their boobs, his only thought is 'I wish mine were like that'. You can completely trust him. Other women won't take him from you. He is constantly dressed up as a girl, a sign that he is *yours* and yours alone."

All the total opposite of Chuck, who would get very upset sometimes, and verged on violence towards others. Chuck never listened. And he was *always* staring at other women. That made Kate feel unwanted, insecure, and was one of the reasons why she had dropped him again this time.

"But I want a *man*" she said, still not convinced.

"Peter is a man. But instead of being a macho jerk, he is gentle and feminine now. You can remake him in your own image. Imagine Kate, that you had a boyfriend who was like a version of you, but with a dick. Your closest friend, your companion. And yes, your lover. Imagine that you had all the good things about a woman, with the few good things about a man, all rolled up in the same person. That is what *I* have."

"But Chuck would never wear those clothes. He's too macho."

"If you really want to, I'll teach you how to do it. The other girls will help you too. You'll have him pleading with you in no time, to let him wear your good heels when you go out."

"Please!" said Kate. "Teach me!"

* * *

 

"You really need to let your hair grow out" said Dee. "It would be so cute if it was longer."

"I was thinking the same thing" said Peter.

In the weeks since he and Dee started going out, he had become less resistive of her suggestions. In fact, he now seemed to look forward to them. Partly, because with every step of progress he made towards looking like a woman, the further he moved ahead in his relationship with Dee.

He now wore jewelry every day, along with his makeup. He was exclusively wearing skirts now, and in fact preferred them to pants. Dee even got him to like wearing an old fashioned corset underneath sometimes, when he wanted to look really good.

"I brought you a present" said Dee.

"What's that?" asked Peter excitedly.

She gave him a box, which he carefully unwrapped, making sure to save the bow to keep as a memento. Inside the box were two female breast forms.

"I found a web site where women with breast cancer can order fake boobs. They're very realistic. You can use glue to keep them on, so you can wear something more revealing. And you won't have to go through the bother of keeping the stuffing in your bra even."

"Thanks!" said Peter, who couldn't wait to try them out. He took off his tank top, and his bra. His chest was hairless now, so it was easy to apply a drop of glue and put the fake boobs in just the right place. They filled out his bra perfectly.

"Oh babe, you're so hot!" gushed Dee. "I just have to have you. Now!"

She started kissing Peter, and soon they were groping each other. Peter knew it; they would go all the way tonight for the first time. He could just tell. He was learning to communicate with Dee so well, and read her mood just from body language. He proudly puffed out his chest, and let her take off his skirt.

* * *

 

Saturday night, Peter and Fred had another double-date lined up with Dee and Janie. Peter was fixing his makeup just right, and trying to figure out which of his six pairs of heels he should wear that night.

Dee picked him up, and drove him to the restaurant where they would meet the other couple.

"I have a present for you" said Dee.

Peter received something from her every now and then, and it always turned out to be quite a surprise. And tonight proved to be no exception.

Dee gave him a jewelry box, which he carefully opened to find a sterling silver bracelet. It was engraved with a message "To Patti, love Dee."

"Patti?"

"It's such a pretty name, isn't it?" said Dee.

"Not as pretty as you" replied Peter.

Dee smiled and laughed.

"Oh Patti, you're so funny. You're pretty too, you know."

"But..."

"But what? You deserve a pretty name too you know. I think Patti is much better of a fit for you now. Don't you agree?"

She had kicked her shoe off, and was rubbing Peter's leg with hers, under the table. Nylon touching nylon.

Peter took the bracelet, and put it on.

"Thank you Dee" he said.

"You're welcome Patti" she replied.

And with that, he had a new name.

 

A few minutes later, Fred and Janie arrived.

"Janie! Linda! So good to see you" said Dee.

"Linda?" said Patti.

"Yes *Patti*. I love Janie so much that asked her if I could change my name to something pretty, like hers."

This coming from the guy who had been reluctant at first to even wear a bra. He seemed to be progressing even faster than Patti was.

"So, how was your day?" asked Janie.

"Well, I had lunch with Kate and Chuck. He had just the cutest outfit! He went to Chicago to visit his parents, and went shopping. We need to go to the big city to get something more up to date. These little cities lag so far behind in their clothes lines."

 

"Look, over there" said Linda.

"What?" replied Patti.

"Isn't that Bradford?"

The captain of the football team walked in the door with his girlfriend. She was a cheerleader, and was wearing her outfit, because tomorrow was the big game. The thing was, that Bradford was also wearing a cheerleader outfit.

"Cute legs" said Dee.

"He's so flat in the chest though" said Linda.

"You're just jealous of those legs" said Patti.

"Take it easy girls, he's taken already!" said Dee.

They all laughed, and went about looking at the menu.

"Your skin really looks soft and nice Patti" said Linda. "Are you using a new cream or something?"

Patti looked over to Dee who nodded.

"Tell them" she said.

"I've decided to go on hormones" said Patti. "They help my skin, and I'm hoping to grow real boobs some day, so I don't have to go through the bother of putting on my fake ones every day."

"That's so wonderful!" said Janie, supportively. "I was just telling Linda that she should think about it herself. See honey, I told you that all the other girls were doing it."

"You're right, I'm sorry I doubted you" said Linda. "Please, let me make it up to you."

"Tonight, when we're back home. You know what I like for you to do."

Linda licked her red lips.

"What ever happened to Kevin?" asked Linda.

"Didn't you hear? She's the new librarian. She decided that she's too shy of a girl, and she doesn't like dressing up flashy, so she quit school to become the librarian. It's a shame she's so shy. She has the nicest boobs now, after her operations."

"Speaking of boobs, I hear that Chuck got implants too" said Janie.

"Yes, they're very big. Bigger than yours, babe" said Dee.

"That sounds tempting, but I want mine to be *real* said Patti. "I want to experience them budding and growing. Just like yours did Dee. I want to be just like you."

"Aw, that's so sweet. You're such a perfect girlfriend Patti."

* * *

 

In a dark conference room atop a tall building in Manhattan, they gathered together again.

"What is the status of the Springdale project?" asked the chairwoman.

"Our results are better than projected" said the woman to her right. "We have 87% of the students at least dressing as women. 39% are on hormones or the pill. 42% are undergoing various cosmetic surgeries, with 12 individuals already signed up for full gender reassignments."

"Excellent!" said the chairwoman.

"The best part" continued the woman, "is that we are building a self-sustaining culture of feminization. One generation teaches the next. We are sending 10 more models next year to reinforce it. From then, it will continue on with no input needed from us. We are also rolling it out to six other schools across the country next fall."

"Well done!" said the chairwoman, clapping her hands together. "So tell me ladies, what's next? Any other ideas?"

  

  

  

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