BE FOREWARNED. The following story contains sexually explicit material not suited for those who have not yet achieved the age of maturity. If you should fall into this category, do not read further. Consult the laws of your community to clarify if you are eligible to read adult sexual material. The theme is transsexual. If this type of reading matter offends you, read no further. Go do something else.
Armed Forces by: Virginia Kane © 1996 All rights reserved.
PART FIVE
Chapter One.
"Wake up, Tony! Happy birthday!" Mike stood in the doorway, rapping on the door. I wondered what time it was and why my door was open.
"Mike! Where’ve you been? I thought you were supposed to move in next door. I haven’t seen hide nor hair of you in over two weeks."
"I know, Tony. I’m a sophomore. Remember? I don’t have any of the classes you’re in. I’ve been busy getting my schedule squared away. I had to change most of my electives to fit this program in genetics and catch up with some of the work that was giving me headaches. My tutors have been keeping me humping. That’s cleared up now, so I’ll be moving in all my things, now. I stopped by to see if you’re interested in having some breakfast, my treat."
"Yeah! Big deal! All the food is provided as part of the program. They got me on a 1500-calorie diet. What I want for breakfast ain’t on the menu."
"Not so today my friend! I’m an emissary of one, sent to advise you that we’re all going out to dinner tonight to celebrate your birthday. Diner, dancing, a show, the works, or whatever suits your fancy.
"You have to be kidding! They won’t let me sneak in a candy bar. You must be pulling my leg!"
"You with Louise, Donna with me, are going to sneak out and paint the town red tonight. No kidding! We have it all figured out. No overprotective counselor will be around to spoil our fun, either. We’ll get to do it up right for a change."
"So, what’s the plan? Where are we going?"
"Sorry, can’t tell. It’s a surprise for your birthday."
Aw, c’mon, Mike. You show up out of nowhere after two weeks of being scarce and expect me to believe they’re going to let us off the leash, so we can party? That’s a laugh! I haven’t been alone for more than five minutes at a time for the whole two weeks, except to go to the john or to sleep.
All I’ve done is study, study, study, work, work, and work. I don’t get a moment’s rest except for a planned mid-day nap for half-an-hour and a full eight hours of sleep at night. I think they watch over me at night to make sure I’m sleeping. Dr. Sims has even been avoiding me, since she set up the schedule, and introduced me to my advisor. Besides going to her stress management sessions, all I’ve done is attend classes, study and watch those damn research tapes about the program. I’m even getting tired of watching the sexy ones. Louise is always with me, and she won’t let me get near her.
All she does is tell me how important this program is and how we should do our best to learn techniques. Trouble is, there are some techniques I want to try with her and she won’t let me. Claims unmanaged extracurricular bouts will ruin the research. Hah! I’m getting so horny, I walk funny, but so far, it’s nothing doing."
"Take it easy, Tony. I’m sure that’ll all change soon enough. She has to relent with all the stimuli the tapes provide, sooner or later. The tapes they sent for me to watch are giving me blue balls, too, but I’m not about to complain, pal. The grant they’re giving me is worth the bother. If I have to, I’ll handle things while I’m taking showers, if you get my drift. Ha, ha!"
Mike stepped out of the doorway adjoining our rooms and gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder, asked if I saw the contraption someone set up in the bathroom between our rooms.
"No, I’ve been using the bathroom on the other side, between Donna’s suite mine." I jumped out of bed to see, and realized, too late, that I was wearing a "teddy". I quickly covered myself up with the sheet from the bed. Mike had seen what I was wearing, and let out a low wolf whistle.
"Is that your idea, or do they want you wear that outfit, Tony? Last night’s video had a girl in it with an outfit just like it. Can I come in and see it?’
"Uh, no, Mike. I’m not used to having anyone see me like this, yet. I didn’t have anything else to wear to bed, and it was here. They keep the temperature low at night. It’s supposed to help people sleep better. I got the chills, so wearing this was my only choice.
All the clothes they provide are girl’s stuff. They must expect me to get used to wearing the stuff, because they didn’t return any of my male underwear from the laundry yet. It’s all I have here."
"You say you have to watch videos about the research, too? What are yours about?"
"They’re documentaries, all research studies about correcting deviant habits."
"Mine, too. The project’s bigger than I thought it would be."
"Same here. One was about guys that wear girl’s stuff, like you have on, behind that sheet. They referred to it as ‘dual personalities’ and discussed reasons people wear clothes of the opposite sex. They made nothing of it, as if it was a perfectly normal thing to do. They claimed the subject could lead normal lives if they satisfied the need to crossdress under certain circumstances. What they tried to say was to treat people like any person dressed the same way. It makes me think about you, Tony; and the outfit you’re wearing. Did you see the same tape? If you did, you know what I mean."
"My tapes showed that nothing is wrong with dressing up like a girl, so long as I act like one. Like right now, I’m going to behave like a girl and throw something at you if you don’t get out of here so I can get dressed!"
"Okay, okay! I’m leaving already. Knock on the door here when you’re ready. Louise, Donna and Dr. Korrick are waiting for us."
Fifteen minutes later, I knocked on the door to the adjoining bath, dressed in my hospital whites, the only clothes I had available. Even my cache of feminine clothes weren’t sent over yet. To lead me further into accepting change, they gave me some feminine panties and sheer nylon nightwear, but I still didn’t have any casual clothes to wear during the day. All I had was the androgynous "whites". I could hear Mike approaching.
"Well, you look the same as you did the last time I saw you Tony. I was hoping you’d be wearing something more appealing, you know, ---girlish. You don’t have any makeup on either.
Hey, check out this weird exercise machine."
"Ah, well, that’s not what that thing is, Mike. This device helps patients get ready for x-rays, except this one looks a bit different then the one I used. It’s more elaborate."
"What’s it do, Tony?"
"Like I said, it’s to help you prepare for x-rays."
"I got that, I mean, how does it work?"
"Hey, I thought you were taking me to breakfast!"
"Hold your horses. Why won’t you tell me about it, Tony?"
"Aw, Mike. It’s a damn automatic enema machine!"
"What? ----Why do you need to use something like that to clean you out? There’s got to be more to it than that."
"Use your imagination. Maybe you can figure a way to use it to cure your blue balls. If you want me to, I’ll strap you into it and you can try it out for yourself. I only had to use one once, but you can’t imagine how much I think about the experience, since then, Mike. I even dreamed about it."
"Tell me about your dreams, Tony. You have a funny look on your face that is making me horny. Please, tell me how it works!"
I spent about ten minutes describing how the complex rectal tube insertion was used to cleanse the bowel, and the rotational functions aided gravity to assist the purging process. I didn’t tell Mike about the control valve, as I didn’t want him to ask me how it felt. It might give him more ideas. My own thoughts were embarrassing enough, as it is. I kept getting mental images of how a girl would use the same suction technique to satisfy a man’s lust, and more how most men, including me would want a girl to satisfy them in that way. Though I never personally experienced it, I read enough about fellatio to know most men desired having it performed on them.
"But if you’re strapped in, how do you operate this thing? Is the machine fully automatic? Wouldn’t it be uncomfortable if you can’t control it? It sounds dangerous to me. You wouldn’t catch me using it."
"You can control all that. I don’t think I’m supposed to explain it to anyone. It requires professional assistance to learn how. You’d better check it out with Dr. Sims if you want to know more. Let’s go eat now, huh!"
"Sure, but it doesn’t make much sense to me."
We went to the cafeteria. We found Louise, Donna and Dr. Korrick busily engaged in girlish chatter when we arrived.
"Happy birthday, Tony!" They all shouted in unison.
Louise, Donna and even Dr. Korrick lined up to give me a birthday kiss. They acted like sisters, the way their lips brushed my cheek while they hugged me. Dr. Korrick’s embrace wasn’t even lip to cheek, it was more like cheek to cheek. When she put her arm around me, I shuddered and got that warm feeling again. "We have a lot of things planned for your birthday surprise, Tony." She teased. I wondered what they were up to.
"Mike said there’s a party planned. Will you be there, Dr. Korrick?"
"Only if I’m invited. I’m here to make sure you don’t have anything solid to eat. You and I are due in the lab at 10:00 AM sharp. I’ll explain along the way. Afterwards we’re going shopping with some of the girls. Mike has a meeting with Dr. Sims, so he won’t get in the way. He has to learn how to monitor equipment that was installed in the bath between your rooms. I’ll explain why to you later. We should be able to meet up with the girls to go shopping at about 3:00 in the afternoon.
I exchanged glances with Mike when Dr. Korrick mentioned the reason for his meeting with Dr. Sims. He wore a grin when he found out he’d have to learn how to monitor that damn machine. I hoped he’d need to know how to use it on himself. Would serve him right!
I had a cup of decaf and an orange juice. Then, Dr. Korrick whisked me out of the cafeteria. I barely had a word with Louise before leaving.
Chapter Two.
Once in the hall, away from the others, Dr. Korrick explained that seven tiny neural sensors were to be placed in my body today. She reached into her lab coat pocket and showed me a very tiny tubular object less than a half-inch long. The "bugs" were to be inserted under my skin through a catheter, much like having an injection, nearly painlessly, and without any surgery. In a similar, but more involved manner, three refillable implants would be implanted in me to emit testosterone blockers and low doses of estrogen into my system. The seven sensors were capable of continually monitoring the effects of the slow release of the carefully formulated new hormones to see how they will alter the manner in which I handle stress, and keep track of all the improvements in my body as they begin to occur, electronically, using high-tech receivers in the telemetry lab.
"Tiny little things like this one are radio transmitters? Will I be able to feel them when they’re working? How big are the hormone implants?"
"You’ll have a bit of painless swelling for a few days. After that, you won’t notice a thing. The hormone implants might feel like the small bump from a bee sting. You’ll hardly notice them in a week.
They are essential to the test result confirmation. At least you won’t need someone watching over you constantly. If you eat the wrong foods or take some medication accidentally, that isn’t prescribed, the sensors will detect the changes in your metabolism and any chemical imbalances that might affect the test results can be immediately adjusted."
She stopped for a moment while we were walking, faced me, and touched my right arm. "Listen carefully, Tony. Before we can perform procedures to implement these devices, we’ll need you to sign a few documents that say you voluntary accept using the devices and medications. Think about the importance of being able to serve mankind by your participation. You can make daily life better for many people. Don’t you feel fortunate you were selected and that you’re in a position to qualify for the job? I did, when I first started. You’ll be responsible for helping to discover remedies of crisis disorders that caused a lot of people suffering and anguish for ages."
"That’s what Louise keeps telling me, Dr. Korrick. I don’t understand why I happen to be what Dr. Sims calls and ideal candidate’, though. I don’t see myself as anyone special. Do you?"
"Oh, but you are! When you first went to see Dr. Sims, you behaved like a basket case, the epitome of a young male, who was unable to cope with what a woman would perceive as trivial issues. To you, your groundless fear was a major calamity of highly significant magnitude. Your test results confirmed it. In the recent counseling sessions with Dr. Sims, you showed tendencies to provide us with some excellent data on researching into the ways we can help men mollify anguish borne of stress. You quickly adapt to suggestions and respond favorably.
The profile questionnaire verified that you accepted suggestions and your responses indicated the predictability of the proposed treatments would be enhanced. By providing an assortment of low stress provoking situations, we can predict reliably the effects of medications and determine what the ideal dosages will be. Some of your capabilities are inherent, and can’t be modified. Others can. Our job is to find out which can be modified and the best way to treat your stress. You are very special. Your natural reaction to stress isn’t something you learned, Tony. It’s genetic. You are an ideal candidate, no doubt about that. Not many people are. The program has been searching for someone like you for a long, long time.
If we didn’t chance upon your qualifications when we did, the program’s progress might have taken years longer. You’re a precious gem to us.
You still must be wondering about my personal history, and if I looked the way I do now when I got involved, Tony. It’s time I told you more about myself. I was a subject too, until recently. I’m done with that phase, now.
I have some of the personality factors essential to the program’s goals, but your profile showed an outstanding correlation to the current objectives. In studying my reactions to the chemical influences, they found several key elements that need further study for which I wasn’t qualified. We’ll use the basic knowledge gleaned from my clinical testing to guide us in yours. I think of you as my protégée. In a few months we should know a lot more. It’s a great honor to be able to continue working on the project.
My good fortune in having been a subject in the research changed my life for the better. When I became a candidate, I was still in college and used too many of the wrong kind of illegal drugs to get high and have some fun. I blamed my heavy workload to convince myself I needed to use drugs in order to maintain my grades and keep my folks off my back.
My mom was a classic slave driver. She still is, but leaves me alone, now. She wanted me to become a doctor. Well, I made it big, so she’s not pushing me as hard anymore. She finally accepts the fact that she was being too pushy, and found out the hard way that I was doing drugs in order to cope with her dominance of my life. She now knows that I need to follow my own instincts to live my life, not hers.
You were faced with a similar situation. Your parents also tried too hard to guide you along a path they thought would be best for you. You reacted by rebelling, not by using drugs. A wiser choice than the one I made. You get stressed out. I got tuned out to the point of my needing a long vacation in a detox ward after a botched suicide attempt. My past problems limit my chances for providing further reliable data to continue in the program as a subject. To show appreciation for the dramatic change in my life for the better, I chose to continue in the role of a woman, using my education and skill as a crossdresser to assist in furthering the research.
Your potential contribution won’t be limited like mine was, and can’t be put down as due to highly irrational psychotic behavior. You are quite normal in temperament, unless unduly provoked. The stressful situations we need to observe will have to be induced. Don’t be too concerned. You’ll know the situations are being induced, and none of the changes you encounter will be permanent and are reversible. Think of it as an exciting adventure.
Now, let’s get going or we’ll be late."
I had to ask her. "Dr. Korrick. Do you still have male genitalia?"
"After we complete this morning’s procedures, Tony, I promise I’ll play ‘show and tell’ with you. At the moment’ we’re holding up progress."
Chapter Three.
When we entered the lab’s office, several strangers were waiting for us. I was introduced to them, one by one. They represented some renowned research foundations that were listed in the videos I had seen earlier. A barrage of paperwork followed to authorize their observation and use of the results of the project and grant them the authority to provide feedback.
I knew that I wanted to participate, so I graciously signed everything. They were all so polite and fully explained the next set of procedures to me in detail. I was anxious to begin and agreed to start immediately.
I was taken into the lab proper and undressed as instructed. I laid down on a gurney and began to feel tired, probably from an injection that someone administered when I first got to the lab. In what only seemed to be a few moments, was fully awake again, but it seemed I was seeing double, with two overlapping images of Dr. Korrick looking down at me, smiling.
"Hi. Everything went smoothly. You may get up now, Tony, but be careful. The anesthetic may not have worn off completely yet. Do you feel any pain?"
"No, nothing I can tell. Where should I be looking?"
"Well, three sensors were put into your right arm, above your elbow, two into your groin, and two in your chest, just below where your mammary will begin to show. You won’t be able to detect any apparent changes for about ten days. After that, you’ll be the first to know, but I’ll be seeing you daily to check on your progress. In the meantime, you might sense some minor reaction to the initial slow release of the estrogen. Your endocrinal system isn’t used to the higher level of concentration. Our Gynecologists can nullify the common annoying symptoms, like the morning sickness many girls encounter as they blossom into womanhood, but we’ll keep track of how you feel on a daily basis to assure everything’s working fine. You can go to your room to rest, unless, well, let’s wait and see."
Dr. Korrick helped me get up off of the gurney, and suddenly, I felt very woozy. Sensing my dizziness, Dr. Korrick put her arm on my shoulder to assist me in maintaining my balance. "Just as I thought. You’re lucky you aren’t wearing heels yet, Toni," she kidded. Her offhand comments made what little doubt was left in my mind about the eventual outcome of the latest procedure vanish into thin air. The implants were already chemically charging my body with the essence of womanhood. I could soon expect to dramatically into a feminine looking person. How would the changes affect my mind in the process?
"I insist on chauffeuring you back to your room, Toni." She stepped out of the room and returned with an orderly pushing a wheelchair. "Your chariot awaits, fair lady." She bowed low and gestured with her arm in an elegant manner. I wasn’t used to being treated to this kind of attention, or being referred to as a female, and wondered if the blatant pampering would spoil me. For the moment, I chose to relax and let her have her way.
If heavy sex offends you, skip down to next italic: "skipped"
When we got to my room, Dr. Korrick fully closed the window curtains to subdue the light. The cobwebs in my head suggested I should wait for her cue before getting out of the wheelchair. She rummaged through the chest of drawers and came up with a frilly nightdress for me. During the past few weeks I had worn something similar every night, but I still wasn’t used to being seen by others in such feminine finery. I blushed as she helped me get undressed, still unsteady on my legs, to put on the gown.
As I drew the gown over my head, I sensed its soft texture. I quickly sat on the bed and pulled the sheet over me in modesty. My near-nakedness in front of a woman made me self-conscious. I knew that curvaceous person helping me was born as a man, and only became a beautiful woman with the help of modern science; but I was still outwardly male, and considered Dr. Korrick as a member of the opposite sex.
I hoped this morning’s procedure would produce equally attractive results in me. It wasn’t too difficult to imagine becoming voluptuous, like her, but then again, not all women were as lovely. I could end up looking plain or downright ugly. I closed my eyes and wished that wouldn’t happen to me. I’d much rather appear to be like a demure, delicate girl, with fair features.
I wanted to ask Dr. Korrick to guide me, so I could become as pretty.
"I promised to play ‘show and tell’ with you, Toni. Now’s a good time for you to begin learning what the future can bring." She slowly unbuttoned her lab coat, pulling it off of her shoulders in what could only be described as a sultry strip. She hardly looked like a doctor. She had a fantastic body and I assumed she had sleek, long legs that remained hidden under the lab coat, but I could tell she wore smoke colored shimmering nylons from what I could see, down below the coat.
I lay there helplessly, staring at her, mesmerized, as the volume of her lovely, heaving breasts overflowed her scant, lace brassiere and the dark circles of her aureoles peeked through fine, near transparent gossamer fabric. Under the sheet, I could feel a familiar urgency at my groin.
"Look how nice a healthy pair of breasts can be, Toni?" She whispered.
"Soon, you’ll begin developing a set, just like them of your very own from those implants you received today. It’ll take some time, Try not to be too impatient. Give it time. Having generous breasts are wonderful."
I could only nod, yes. My vocal chords weren’t cooperating. As she let her white lab coat slowly descend down her body, her diminutive waistline appeared, followed by her abundant, curvaceous hips.
Her magnificent sculptured legs were encased in fine beige nylons, which made them shimmer in the soft light filtering from behind closed curtains. She then stepped back a bit to drape the lab coat across a chair beside the bed, affording me a clear view from another vantage. Just a few steps, to and fro, and the undulating motion of her broad, healthy legs floated by in nerve-bending grace. Can this be a man? My erection began to pound.
"Like what you see, Toni. You can become just as desirable if you follow the directions of your mentors. You’ll share the distinct advantage of being able to experience both sides of human sexuality. I can assure you, you’ll never regret it.
Don’t expect any overnight miracles. These changes took months. You’ll love experiencing each and every delicious change as it occurs." She ran her hands along her curved body, accentuating her perfectly shaped orbs, then the recess of her diminutive waist, and down over her absolutely gorgeous, plump derriere.
She slowly, sumptuously approached the bed, and sat down on its edge, with her soft hip touching mine, with only the thin sheet between my bare flesh and her shimmering nylon. Her hair cascaded around her face as she bent forward and pressed her red lips to mine. Her sudden kiss was heavenly. Her fine red hair encircled my face, as her delicate fragrance engulfed me.
She slowly drew the sheet away from my chest, and kissed my left nipple. I swooned fro the touch of her soft lips. Her hand descended to my navel as her tongue darted out from between her lips to lave the tip of my tiny nipple, still swollen and sensitive from the morning’s procedure. I sensed that the dull numbness that was so prevalent earlier was dissipating.
My male appendage was responding involuntarily, even as I knew it was so wrong of me to let this woman excite me. I was unable to resist her soft and tender, suggestive ministrations, not that I would want to.
I was frozen in place, unable to resist her advances. She pulled the sheet further down. The cool air bathed my exposed hips until her warm breath washed over the head of my panty-clad penis, and caused it to twitch in delight. I remained glued to the bed, afraid to move a muscle. I didn’t want anything to interrupt her now. Suddenly her lips came in contact with the silk covered head of my rigid penis.
"Oh, oh, Dr. Korrick! Please! That --- that --- feels marvelous!"
"It feels marvelous for me, too, Toni. Put your hand on my breast and see how it made my nipple grow harder." She took my hand in hers directing it to her quivering bosom.
"Yes, Toni. Touch me. Soon you’ll learn how girls feel when touched on the most sensitive parts of their bodies. Your own emerging breasts will react to being touched in ways you could only dream about, even before they begin to show, just like your nipple felt when I kissed it, but hundreds of time more powerfully. Let me give you an idea of how sensitive they will become." I didn’t notice her touching her watch again, sending off timing signals to coincide with the reactions of the sensors inside of me, to record the effectiveness of her stimulating me.
"Sometimes merely walking down a flight of stairs causes breasts to react to the gentle caress of the delicate underclothes we girls wear. That’s why girls love to wear such pretty undies. Your first shopping trip for your new essentials this afternoon with Louise, Donna and I will be so much fun. You’re going to learn how girls scour every rack of every store in town to find the most tantalizing and sexy lingerie. We won’t mind teaching you how to shop. Our teaching you offers fringe benefits for the three of us as well. We’ll get to see the latest fashions, too."
My mind wandered back to the night I proposed to Louise. She mentioned that my touching her breasts made her nipples get hard. Did wearing sexy lingerie, as Dr. Korrick suggested, help make sensations more exciting for Louise, too? I tried to determine if I was getting funny, queasy rumbles down in the pit of my stomach from Dr. Korrick’s attentions, Like Louise had described to me back then. I was a bit disappointed, because, though I felt some minute tingling, they weren’t really worth mentioning. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to be patient and see.
"Measuring your reactions is the most important part of our research, Toni. The sensors in your body reflect how you respond to my touch. Just let it happen. Enjoy my attention as best you can, like any male. Don’t try to force a reaction or influence it. It will take time for your body to absorb the new medications. Your current responses still reflect those of a male, who has been conditioned to accept chemical changes and is willing to take an active part in experimenting with neural conditioning through chemistry.
From our prior case studies, we already know what to expect at the start. We want to test your initial responses and compare them to those of other candidates who will share in testing the latest formulations, as well as the reactions in the current control candidates who won’t receive medications, but will be stimulated in similar ways. Try to forget about your inhibitions
The changes in responses will be compared to isolate the effects of the new medical formulas. We need to study your reactions on a day-to-day basis, so you might as well get used to suggestive stimulation. Soon, you’ll need to find out what your reactions will be from having close contact with virile men, like Mike." She nonchalantly touched her watch after her last comment. "I hope that won’t be too much of a bother to you, In fact, I’ll bet you’ll learn to love it, just like I do. Let’s begin. I’ll play the role of a man.
I think it’s time to share my little secret with you, Toni."
She took my hand and placed it on her stomach, just above the pale pink panties that hugged her soft round bottom. Inserting her (and my) finger behind the elastic waistband, she drew the fabric away from her body, and with my hand grasped in hers, it followed down, obediently until it reached her furry mound. She said she was once a man. Was she still a man?
She slowly released her grip on my hand. I understood what she expected me to do. I didn’t retract my hand. Instead, I apprehensively reached into her panties, further down and discovered she was still very much a man. Indeed, I was astounded at the size of her latent appendage.
"Ah, oh, Dr. Korrick. From what I saw in some of the videos, I thought the hormones are supposed to suppress male development and reactions."
"Yes, I suppose they should, but Dr. Evers is a skilled researcher. He’s discovered ways to prevent significant diminutization of the penises of the participants. Toni, you’ll be able to continue having some terrific erections, perhaps bigger and better erections than you have in the past in spite of the female hormones your body will be absorbing from the time-release hormone emitting implants. You have to get used to touching a man.
At the present time, you’re responding to my actions like any male does. In time, you’ll gradually begin to respond in new ways. Some responses will be those women have. We’ll measure the changes via the sensors we introduced this morning. We’re already providing the program with much needed data, while you and I have a little fun together. I promised you that you’d enjoy participating in the program, didn’t I? Doesn’t it feel nice?"
"It feels great, but are you sure we should continue? We’re guys. It’s not normal. I mean, you know, it’s how homosexuals behave?"
"Tsk, tsk, Toni. That’s a label people use when they lack understanding of some basics about how the human mind functions. Homosexuals don’t choose to respond to pheromone influences when they encounter people that they feel are attractive to them. They respond instinctively.
You and I are very special, Toni, because, somehow, we can relate to either sex, male and female alike. That’s what was revealed in the results of the profile test you took. It’s referred to as being transgendered. People like us have several advantages for research. We don’t need to abide by the restrictions or limitations the monogendered population must contend with. We can adapt and get to enjoy many more sensations than others if we’re willing to set aside traditional taboos society invented to discourage mating for pleasure and encourage mating for procreation.
Society puts labels on some things to cultivate conformity. You don’t have to be concerned with social labels while participating in research. We’re striving to discover a new tomorrow. Sometimes research takes us outside of social conventions. Examining our special talents can open new vistas for mankind. In the meantime, we get to enjoy some activities in ways that most people will never know. You’re not afraid to explore, are you?"
While I continued to touch Dr. Korrick’s rigid penis, she gently urged me to move over, so that she could join me on the bed. She asked me to place my other hand over her right breast, again, while she likewise began to fondle my right breast. I began to get the idea, to follow her lead in making each stimulating contact. I wanted to show her I’d be a good researcher.
I slowly became accustomed to her gentle touch. I couldn’t deny enjoying the gradually rising passion at my groin, and throughout my tingling flesh. I carefully mimicked each of her strokes, enjoying that as well, observing her simultaneous, increased arousal. She rearranged herself above me, on an angle, on her knees, and I once again felt the massive excitement of her warm breath upon my genitals. Then, slowly, her warm lips descended onto the burgeoning head of my erect phallus. It felt wonderfully thrilling.
I didn’t love her, but I knew she was here to show me that this very private act of stimulation could be performed in the interest of science, not based on mutual devotion of lovers. She was the first to touch my penis, let alone kiss it. In the posed interest of science, she confronted me with a loveless, animalistic passion. Regardless of the intended clinical purposes, or the remote measuring of my neural response to her advances by someone in the lab, the act was lighting a fiery passion deep within my body.
She waited patiently, not moving her lips. It finally dawned on me. She had expected me to--- to--- reciprocate.
I lifted my body up on one arm and leaned toward the silky pantied crotch in the soft semi-darkness. Nervously, I approached the uncharted territory, totally unsure of how to proceed. I tried to think of what I had read in the glossy magazines about what men desired from transgendered girls.
I gulped, involuntarily. I was afraid of making the wrong move that would suddenly break the magic of the moment, cast upon me by my recalling a dream I once had. I wanted the spell to remain intact, so I could accept being a virgin princess about to fulfill a handsome man’s every desire.
With shaky fingers, I pulled down on the gossamer lace that covered the bulging tent towering above me, inches from my face. Her raging hard on literally leapt from the confines of its diaphanous prison. I had never seen my own penis at such close range, though I had tried, using a mirror, and certainly, I hadn’t seen another man’s erect penis in the flesh, before. The opportunity to examine it closely was not to be wasted. I stared up at it for several long seconds, marveling at the reddened shaft with its darker, swollen corona. It looked tempting, demanding to be smothered with my caring, tender kisses. I remembered a scene from a video of a pseudo fem who had similarly encountered a massive, attractive erection.
I closed my eyes and envisioned myself to be the girl in the video, making her first attempt to please a lover instead of being a guy that volunteered to do things men simply didn’t do, ever. In spite of myself, I wanted to know what it would be like to have the flesh of a penis within my mouth and suck at it with my lips, but I was fearful of the ramifications of crossing over the social barrier and thus become the object of public ridicule. There would be no turning back for me, ever. Proceeding with this act would transform me into a willing cocksucker, a terrible social outcast, unless---
Yes, unless I considered it my duty to authentically pose as a girl. If I fully embraced emerging femininity with a wholehearted gusto, the act would be the means girls commonly use to fend off vaginal penetration, nothing more. The short-lived passion of men is fulfilled by ejaculation and abates the desire for continued pursuit.
Whenever I jacked off in the past, I lost all interest as soon as I erupted, and felt my guilt mount within me for being so randy in the first place. All I need do was satisfy the obvious immediate lust before me. I had to detach myself from my inner convictions and fear.
I inhaled the fragrance of her perfume blended with the musk of her body. Every nuance urged me accept the challenge. My lips brushed up against the rigid flesh. She moaned softly, drawing my own flesh deeper into her warm oral cavity down to its fullest depth. The degree of sensitivity I felt as her wet mouth engulfed me sent me over the edge. A rise in my passion from the vibrations of her moans on my hard cock flesh made me want to immediately respond in kind to this magnificent way of achieving sexual satisfaction. I parted my lips and felt the engorged shaft slowly enter in between them as the velvet texture of her pulsing organ filled my mouth.
She didn’t force herself into me as deeply as she took in my own shaft. She merely entered, and then partially withdrew, hovering above me.
Hesitating, unsure of what to expect, I let the hot shaft linger half exposed. She let up on my cock, increased her suction, and took me back in all the way, moaning as she descended. I ventured further, to savor the texture of her firm flesh, tasting a pearl of liquid essence spread across my tongue. This minute pulse indicated an eagerness to accept more of my diligent lips’ caresses. I took in more flesh; then paused to measure her reactions. She moaned loudly, increasing her suction again on my shaft, sending more tremors up my super-sensitized spine. >From within me, I sensed an urgent need to possess all of her majestic weapon within my mouth.
I engulfed the entire shaft in one long plunge until the hair at the base was against my lips and her scrotum brushed against my chin. I let it remain there as long as I could, holding my breath in wanton submission.
I slowly withdrew, savoring again, a sample of the fluid that escaped from the tip of her engorged phalanx across my tongue. The intensity of heat coming off of this vibrating tube of flesh as it glided slowly over my tongue and lips felt as fantastic as the heat of my own captured flesh at my loins.
My imagining that I was a girl countered any thoughts related to improper sexual conduct. I could respond as being of either sex now, the female sex imposed by chemistry, the male imposed by my birth and growth. It was natural to respond with equal fervor, as any girl would to offering an outlet for a man’s passion, while the man in me could accept a like outlet to my immediate need from my sex partner. I did not even consider what an onlooker would perceive: two men physically altered to appear like women, sucking on each other’s rigid cocks!
No. Dr. Korrick said that I was being temporarily altered to enhance some of my previously latent dual gender capabilities. It was probably proper for a person with dual capacity to explore aspects of sensuality of both sexes to gain an insight to the likelihood of developing treatments. There was no impropriety involved. We were researchers, with clinical monitors remotely measuring reactions to the stress involved in our promiscuous behavior. The more we push the envelope, the more valuable data we could obtain.
I was merely doing what I agreed to do by participating in the program. In return, I was assured a quality education, in a high-pressure environment. In far less time, I would finish my education and go on to enjoy a greater career, in medicine. Maybe, I could be a doctor, myself. Why get bent out of shape over social issues over which I have little or no control.
My pulse quickened in tempo with Dr. Korrick’s sucking on my turgid cock. Her sensuous lips rose and descended, with increased suction and speed. I tired to match the pace she set, grateful for the opportunity to learn.
The extent of my sexual pleasure became immense. As she promised, I was beset with emotions most people might only imagine. MMMMMMM!
Dr. Korrick began to shudder and rotate her pelvis as she devoured my quivering penis in rapid short strokes around the base of my shaft, with her face buried in my pubic hairs. I tasted a new, pulsing velvety silkiness fill my mouth as she gushed into my throat!
It was nothing like I had tasted before. It was hot and salty, and yet it was not unpleasant as she began to spew her load in my mouth. I devoured it, lest I choke on the copious flow, should it venture into my lungs. It wasn’t as I had expected, although I anticipated she would ejaculate. I assumed I would first accept it in my mouth, and then, spit it out like all girls do.
I gulped down every bit of her spunk, mimicking her rampant swallowing of my own ejaculation, as her going off in my mouth triggered a simultaneous orgasm from deep inside of me. I went off in a cascade of mind-boggling surges of testicle emptying orgasm, the likes of which lasted longer and was far more intense than any I achieved by my frequent masturbating.
I sucked as hard on her cock as I could to glean every bit of her creamy flow that I could coax out of her. I knew my greediness wouldn’t upset her. I wanted to express my humble gratification for the first blowjob of my life, even if it was a mutual exercise and was only provided for insight of what would be expected of me while I continued to work in the program in the future. I didn’t care. I awaited the guilt I usually felt over self-gratification after masturbating. It never came.
Instead, I tried to conscientiously return her repeated, fierce thrusts and rotations. All I could do was allow her sudden release of tension burst forth and bathe my throat while partaking in my first fabulous sexual encounter with another person. There was no guilt. My appeasing another’s pent-up desires gave a legitimate purpose to my pleasure. I was giving as well as getting. Therefore, my mind interpreted the act as unselfish, I suppose.
We clung to each other’s loins in wild, gyrating persistence, wanting each and every sensation to continue for as long as possible. Slowly, our ardor subsided. We each reluctantly withdrew our softened appendages from the other’s mouth, kissing it lovingly, and snuggling to it in appreciation.
She rustled above me, changing position again. She lay down beside me and her lips met mine in a fervent kiss. I felt her insistent tongue part my lips and enter. She cupped her tongue, fenced with mine and released a fresh batch of sperm into my mouth. I knew the source. It was from my own cock, the cock she just had ravished and finished emptying. I dutifully accepted the offering, comparing the taste of my own sperm, laced with her saliva, to the batch I recently sucked from her pulsing shaft.
I sank back upon my pillow, totally sated. A soothing wash of pure warmth encircled me as her fingers stroked my right arm above the elbow. She put her other arm around me, cradling me, whispering that I was progressing nicely, learning how to be receptive to the very unusual requirements. She had the same effect on me that Dr. Sims and Louise’s father had. I felt at ease being with them, too.
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She then held up her complex wristwatch within my view, touching one of the many buttons. The watch’s display showed one word: END, to show me that she was sending someone a timed signal indicating that my very first sexual encounter was complete.
I contemplated the significance of Dr. Korrick’s obvious maneuver. She must have wanted to remind me that there was someone, somewhere in a telemetry lab, dutifully recording all the neural signals as they were being transmitted from the tiny sensors that were introduced into my body earlier that morning and knew what had occurred between the two of us over the past hour. Could the person monitoring those signals retain pure clinical objectivity while tracking the changing signals, or get excited in response to what the signals indicated as I suspected I might? Eh, probably.
Surely they already know how people respond to having or giving oral sex. Dr. Evers doesn’t need to use fancy little sensors for that. All he has to do is survey several people like the famous Dr. Kinzie and the others like him once did. He must have studied their findings. Why have subjects like me engage in casual sex and measure our reactions?
What we did just now must be "old hat" to them. What kind of drugs does Dr. Evers plan to use on me? How much will I change by taking them? It’s kind of exciting, but will I be able to revert back to my being a normal guy, again? I hope so.
How many encounters like this one are already being scheduled for me? What were the real goals of this program? I began to wonder if the extent of the changes were going to be more radical then they suggested they’d be. I hoped not. Dr. Korrick doesn’t seem to mind looking like a knockout. I wonder what it will be like? Louise wants me to know how a girl feels when a guy shows he’s interested. It has to be a lot of fun for Dr. Korrick having guys drooling over her. I’ll have to ask her. I looked up at her sitting on the bed over me. She was still caressing me, stroking my arm.
What would my next encounter be like? Would it always entail casual sex? Would it be with Dr. Korrick next time or with a real girl, or a guy, or maybe another modified person, like Donna? How would my response change as the hormones in the implants start to kick in? How will Louise feel about it? She says she’s pleased that I’m doing this, but will she get jealous? That would be the worst thing that could happen. The rest matters little.
Breathlessly, I whispered. "You were right, Dr. Korrick. This is going to be an interesting experience. I can’t believe I was able to put aside my fears about being misunderstood. I’m not a homosexual. If it was anyone else, I don’t think I could have done what I did, what we did. How will I be able to react with other guys? I can’t repeat doing that with anyone else. Is that what Dr. Evers expects of me?
"Listen carefully, Toni." She stroked my arm. "You can do lots of things if you always remember the purpose behind these encounters. Don’t expect to understand everything. Much of what we’ll be doing is to discover how we’ll react to the stress, so we can begin to understand how to treat it."
She brushed her hand through my hair, leaned over and stuck her tongue in my ear. "You’re really something, Toni, a real trouper. I hope they got all this on tape. I was afraid the inhibition inhibitor we gave you earlier would be too mild. We gave you a drug that enabled you to accept my advances.
It didn’t stop you from knowing what was happening, but it helped to lower your defenses. Thanks for saying that you think it was because of me that you were willing to take part in our initial test of your sensors. You might not have let me go as far as I did, if you weren’t under the influence of the drug. You can honestly say that you were ‘date raped’. Otherwise, I don’t think you would have been so compliant.
Now that you know that having some sexual experiences won’t kill you, with clinically proven, safe partners, we expect that you will continue to be receptive. However, you must restrict sexual contact to those approved and only within the program. We can’t chance subjecting anyone, most of all you, to encountering retro viruses. You will not stray, will you?"
"No way! It was my very first time ever with anyone, besides kissing close members of my family, and, of course, Louise. You are so lovely; I don’t think I would even consider doing that with anyone else, drug or no drug. I don’t mind saying we could try again without any drugs, if you want to."
"Apparently, the drug is still influencing you, Toni. Tell you what. We’ll be able to watch a video of us here tomorrow. If you still feel the same way about it after you see it, we’ll give it another try, without any drugs. It will provide a better base-line for reaction comparison."
"You mean we were videotaped performing fellatio on each other? How could you do that to me, Dr. Korrick? What if someone sees it? People would think I’m a sex fiend or something. I still look like a guy, not like you look. I don’t want anyone to see me doing things like that! You should have told me, first!"
"Only you and I will see it, first. If you don’t want anyone else to see it, let me know and it will be withheld. Our personal relationships will be kept private, unless we both authorize its use. Even with our authorization, the tapes would be kept locked safely away, only to be used for support of the telemetry. The sensor telemetry is the only approved basis for recording our research. The videotapes are only to prove the telemetry wasn’t being tampered. Then, if needed, you could limit who will view the videotapes.
She touched my arm. "Listen carefully, Toni. No one will think ill of you by watching videotapes. We’re professional genetic scientists. This program treats all data obtained with strict security. We know the public could never understand. We can’t let petty sexual hang-ups deter the progress we can make. You’re being too sensitive. The tapes will be destroyed, if you insist, but they can support the findings of the research. Think it over carefully."
I mulled it over in my mind. Thoughts swung from what my parents would think to Louise’s insistence on my participating. I remembered how proud of me they were. I cringed at the thought of backing out. Dad would be devastated and embarrassed. I’d be acting ‘juvenile’ if I quit so soon.
No one need ever see the tape, besides the two of us. Having the right to withhold the tapes was sufficient. If they were needed, they could make a difference, so the data obtained could not be denied. This tape was of the first time I had sex with anyone, and it was kinky.
I wasn’t willing to share this tape with anyone, ever! I would never be able to live with the thought of anyone seeing me willingly perform oral sex, drug or no drug.
If it wasn’t for the fact that this was a scientific project, I wouldn’t be willing to allow any more tapes to be made. Maybe, now that I know tapes were being made, I might allow future recordings, once I wouldn’t be recognized for who I am, but not now, not this one. Never! Louise insisted I consent to having my appearance altered and interact with men. Fine. I’ll do that, but Dr. Korrick isn’t exactly a man anymore, She’s both: a man and a woman, but I’m not, yet. This tape is too revealing, too private.
"I won’t let anyone see this tape of me. If we have to, they can tape us all they want, when I look different. No more videotapes until no one can tell who I am. I have to insist. I won’t embarrass my parents or Louise, ever."
"Listen carefully, Toni." Dr. Korrick registered the time again on her watch.
"I believe the inhibition inhibitor drug has worn off completely. I want you to know that we are still being videotaped. I do agree with you. Not all of the decisions made regarding program policies are acceptable, and I don’t agree with some of them. I didn’t want to be taped either, because of the use of drugs to alter your defenses.
Dr. Evers’ council of renowned scientists feel taping your initial exposure to sexual contact is crucial. In the tape I state clearly that your defenses were disabled by a drug, so you can’t be held responsible for your actions. I want to view the contents of the tape with you to delete any portion of it you feel is totally objectionable to you. Further, I want to now state for the record that the data from the session is thwarted by the use of inhibiting drugs, as would be any others made while a reaction inhibitor is used. I’ll never consent to another orientation session using that drug. Satisfied?"
She put her arm around me. I sensed that I could trust her again. My fit of outrage must have struck a nurturing chord in her. I didn’t understand how certain people could affect me by embracing me, but I knew they could. Louise, her dad, Dr, Sims, and, of course, Dr. Korrick could all settle my nerves simply by putting their arm around me. Oh, yeah. Ms. Donier even did it once, back in the cardio I.C.U.
I liked when they did it to me, because it was accompanied by a sense of inner well-being. I was becoming cognizant that this strange phenomenon was occurring more frequently. It had been happening for some time, though, I couldn’t recall when it first started. For some weird reason, I also knew that I should be aware it was happening, and to adhere to a fervent desire to allow them to continue to guide me along.
The fervor seemed to be getting a lot stronger lately, too. Why wasn’t it the same when mom or dad or anyone else hugged me? What made it seem so different to me when certain people did it?
"Certainly, ma’am." Why’d I say that? It wasn’t appropriate. I didn’t mean to say it. It came out of me almost involuntarily. I felt that if I said "Certainly ma’am" she would recognize I wanted her to tell me what to do next, in a precise way. I wondered if I should question Dr. Korrick about it. Her arms about me felt wonderful. I suppose I would have peed in my panties if she told me to, here and now. It feels nice to be able to trust someone you like, really like, to help you to become all that you can be.
"Toni, Gentech is an expansion of a wide spectrum of intensive research. It has been going on for years under various names, and already it has made significant advances in the scientific community. You and I share a real privilege by being able to do a small part in it, to help it continue to make those advances. It may still take a long time, and probably cost tons of money. It’s going to be a big venture some day. Perhaps, it will become a permanent field of endeavor with lots of new participants joining, and our moving on to other jobs, once we’ve completed our assignments here. Perhaps, you’ll be offered a position on the permanent staff in Gentech.
While we’re here, we must be very careful. Each of us has a rare talent to offer. If anything should happen to us, it could set off a major setback.
No one wants to see that happen. The directors have instituted some very effective safeguards to protect us from harm, for example: the obviously complex security system. Did you ever consider how pristinely maintained hospitals can become ‘harbours’ for infections from dangerous parasites?
Sick people go straight into hospitals in order to get well. They can expose others to their ailments when they do. We must take special care to not be infected by those who are here to be cured. Common sense alone dictates that we must be wary. Likewise, we know instinctively to be very cautious like avoiding a person with a bad cold, lest we catch their ‘bug’ from them
The security provisions eliminate as much interference or exposure as is possible. That’s why the dorms and labs have been isolated: to protect us. Not only from a chance of infection, but from the perils of a hostile social environment, as well. You couldn’t accept anyone seeing a videotape of us. There are many who can’t accept some techniques we must employ in our research. If research has to constantly appease every outside demand for adherence to their precepts, we’d make little or no progress.
Then again, we can’t always remain cooped up in here. It would feel as if we were in a prison. We certainly wouldn’t want that. We want to be able to visit with our families, go shopping, spend some time having fun, see a movie and seek other forms of entertainment. We must be able to enjoy life a little and take a break once in a while.
After that long sermon, you might think I’m being too cautious, or that you aren’t prudent enough. That’s not the case at all, Toni. I think that you’re a very conscientious individual, but still must be careful, so I’ll speak frankly.
Our research will entail close, personal contact with one another to obtain the maximum data we can. In the process, we get to enjoy some delightful sexual stimulation, as a bonus. Each of us deserves true respect and the due caution from all the others to assure none of us makes a dire mistake and introduces a disastrous infection from the outside like hepatitis or HIV.
When you were tested to determine if you qualified, you were also tested to assure you had no known form of virus, germ or even a fungus that will contaminate the others you will contact. We’d like to keep it that way at all costs, for the protection of everyone.
Being careful, alone isn’t quite good enough for our needs. Whenever we venture forth from the confines of our little protected world, we must all try to have minimum of contact with others from the outside. Upon returning, we must all take a full battery of tests that will assure absolute confidence that we won’t spread anything to the others in our unit. Sound good?"
"It sure does, Dr. Korrick. I’m glad to hear the program is taking such great measures for my benefit, too. I’ll do my part. I wish I knew what more I can do to safeguard my health and the safety of the unit."
"That’s the spirit! Your courses will provide the very information you’ll need to know. That’s why you are registered in Professional Hygiene in the first term. It covers the safety concerns in detail. In the meantime, please be as careful as you can.
Chapter Four.
Now, we have to get ready for our shopping trip with Louise and Donna this afternoon. Guess what we’ll be shopping for, Toni."
"It has to be for some clothes. I have to admit, I’ve gotten tired of wearing my ‘whites’ for weeks now. I’d be satisfied with jeans and ‘t’ shirts.
"Well, even though you look marvelously virginal in white, Toni, it’s the cut of our clothes that needs the most improvement. So that you won’t give anyone a stiff neck from doing a double take seeing you out shopping, we have some preparing to do, first. Donna’s coming over to assist us in---" She looked at her watch. "Oh, she should be here in about ten minutes.
Are you ready to get your first lesson in becoming fabulously pretty?"
"Aw, cut it out, dr. Korrick. Even you aren’t that good of a magician."
"You think not? Wait until you see all the magic tricks we’ve got hidden around here. You’re in for a shock."
Releasing me from her comforting embrace, she rose and walked over to the dresser, sashaying her hips for my benefit as she went. Rummaging through the drawers, she prepared a stack of things I could swear weren’t in the drawers when I looked in them this morning. More surprises.
"We’d get arrested the moment we left the building with you in that ‘teddy’; so off it comes, my dear, it’s time to get cleaned up. ---No, Toni, not that bathroom. Use the one between yours and Donna’s room. We don’t want to share any beauty secrets with any of the boys. Do we? Even if Mike is such a super guy, we’ll make him wait a while longer."
I crossed the room to join her at the other door, and again I encountered magic. The small, clinically white bathroom I spent an hour in, just the day before was several times larger, and was transformed into a very luxurious boudoir, in delicate pink, with a dressing table that was literally covered with bottles of every shape and size. The large center lit mirror over the vanity had hinged wing mirrors, framed with fancy shaded lamps like those in a movie star’s dressing room.
The top halves of the walls were covered in floral murals over a wood grain wainscot of deep cherry or mahogany panels. The floor was of matching parquet, covered by a thick white oval shag carpet. The windows were framed in lace curtains, and the furniture --- well, mom’s room was a pauper’s penance compared to the chaise lounge, settee, love seat, and the dressing table’s scalloped tuffet. Everything matched.
A sliding glass door filled the wall opposite the windows, separating the boudoir from an adjoining, huge bathroom. A huge round hot tub filled the far wall, and had to be about eight foot in diameter. You could throw a party in it. A separate enclosure in one corner sported a shower with eight showerheads, and a rose-colored water closet at the other corner had a soft cushioned seat. Beside it stood a bidet.
This was the first time I saw a real bidet, but immediately knew what it was for. I hoped Dr. Korrick wouldn’t ask me to demonstrate the damned thing. I wouldn’t know what to do!
Across from the dressing table stood a chiffonier. Its doors were open and it appeared to bulge from its contents. I walked to it and reached my hand in to touch some of the delicate dresses, blouses, skirts and gowns within.
"This wardrobe will be moved into your bedroom while we’re out shopping this afternoon, Toni. The outfits in it were selected by Louise and Donna for you, until you develop your own sense of taste in clothing to match your new personality."
"My new personality?" I wondered. Would I need a completely different personality once I began to change in appearance? What is wrong with the personality that served me as a male? "I don’t get it, Dr. Korrick. Why should I have to change my character? Even if Dr. Sims thinks I act like a juvenile at times, don’t girls behave like kids more than guys? Most girls I know well behave like giggling airheads most of the time, except Louise."
"I don’t think you’ll have to try changing anything, Toni. Judging by what happened back when I became a program subject, I think your personality will start to change on its own. You’ll have the highly unusual advantage of viewing many aspects of life from two very distinctly different perspectives. Men and women think as differently as night is to day. By studying all the changes in the ways you’ll respond, we’ll be able to isolate the patterns that can be clinically beneficial. All you have to do is act natural. Leave the rest to the professional analysts."
"Oh." I was then distracted from delving into it further with Dr. Korrick.
"Surprise! Surprise!" Donna and Louise chanted as they scurried into the room from their hiding place in Donna’s room. "Happy Birthday, Toni!"
Louise came up and gave me a big kiss, followed by Donna.
"We had a blast buying these clothes for you, Toni. We two have been on a spree for the past week, as often as I could break away from my classes and Donna could afford time out from her job. I hope you’ll like what we picked out for you. If you don’t like them, we’ll happily take any of them off of your hands. Won’t we Donna?"
"We had to guess at the sizes, but most of what’s here will fit either of us, in a pinch, except for the shoes."
I stood awestruck. Why so soon? I wasn’t ready to start wearing them.
"Uh, --ah, -- thanks, girls, but you two sure went to a lot of trouble to find out what I’ll look like. It may be months before I can wear any clothes like these. My body won’t look right in them. Even with ‘falsies’ my waist is too thick and my hips would make the skirts droop in the back. My butt’s too small. I wouldn’t be fooling anyone."
"Eventually, they’ll fit fine." Retorted Donna. "In the meantime, we’ll use feminine wiles and winsome magic to make them fit. You seem to know a lot about the way girls’ clothes fit for a guy. Been playing around in your mother’s closet, Toni?"
"I, --uh, -- I, that’s -- well, I just know they won’t fit, so there! I overhear my mom talking to her friends about clothes all the time." I looked over to see Louise’s reaction to my blunder about understanding the difference in the body structure of men and women. She coyly came up and interwove my arm with hers."
"Now, now, Toni. No need to lie. I told Donna all about the magazines I’d seen hidden under your bedding long ago. I got nosy, once I’d found them and rummaged around while you were out of the room. In the back of your closet, I discovered you have more than a casual interest in girl’s clothes, some of which were once mine.
You needn’t worry." She stroked my arm." Your delicate nature makes you all the more desirable to me. Discovering your ‘fem’ side hidden deep in the back of the closet in an old gym bag thrilled me immensely. Ever since then, watching you mimic my gestures and catching you copying them all when you thought I wasn’t looking, gave me the idea to help you along in your fetish more and more. When I found out about ‘Program T’ I knew it was the perfect way for you to really get into it, and here we are.
Who do you think selected the sweet little nighties you’ve been wearing to bed since you moved into this suite, darling? Don’t fret, though. If I were upset about your little fetish, I’d have told you so way back when I first found out. If you decide to keep wearing dresses, I’ll simply adore it."
"But,,,--- but,,," suddenly I realized how I was dressed.
"Call me ‘Lou’ from now on, honey. While you’ve been prancing around getting used your soft and delicate fabrics, I’ve been wearing a different cut of jeans, too. "Kind of ‘butch’, don’t you think? Didn’t you ever catch on when I was leading you down this path, talking about my bra sizes and by bringing up sexy actresses and singers all the time?"
"No! --- I never guessed---" I lied. I asked Donna and Dr. Korrick if Louise and I could have a few moments alone.
When they left, Louise continued. "I simply adored the times you’d get all squirmy and shaky over talking about the latest fashions, or the way my bathing suits were filling out. It didn’t take me long to decide that you were the right person for me, long, long ago. I love you because you’re perfect for me, this way; Tony, and I’ll be right, no, perfect for you too. You’ll see."
"Louise? Do you really intend to take male hormones to look more like a --- a man? I’m not sure I’d like you to do that."
"No. It won’t be necessary, honey. It’s a new millennium. Two women can lead perfectly happy lives living together, these days. Lots of girls share houses. No one gives it a second thought, especially when there’s a hunk like Mike around to add a male partner image to the scene."
"But, what about children? Don’t you want for us to have and raise a family together, Louise? I mean, Lou? You always said you would."
"We will, darling. We will. That’s a long way off. Shouldn’t we focus on our finishing school, first? Then we have to start our careers, get married, get things set up financially, and then think abut having children."
" I thought that--- If we should change our minds about waiting to start a family until later, there’s no reason we can’t get married as soon as the research is over and start having kids before we finish college. It’ll work out. I could stay in school until I graduate, then get a job while you return to school. I’m sure our folks will help us. It’ll take us longer, but if you get, you know, --- pregnant, sooner, we’ll drop out of the program at that point.
If you’re being jealous and want to reverse roles for spite, how could we have kids? Expectant mothers show when their babies are developing inside. You looking and acting like a man with a big belly sticking out simply won’t work. Besides, how will you feel about what I have to do with other guys" You’ll resent it, that’s what. Dr. Korrick made it very plain to me this morning. I’m supposed to interact with real guys like girls do, once the changes begin, sex and all!
She said they’re planning to test how the drugs they’ll use will cause me to react to being seduced by crossdressers, and even the masculine men in the study, like Mike. I expected some physical contact, but from what she said, it looks as if they expect a lot more of me. I thought you’d work along with me in this. Do you think your dressing up like a male will prompt the pros to utilize you in the male role with girls like me? I doubt it."
"Take it easy, Toni. You’re getting too stressed out again. It’s okay to be scared, but there’s no need to be jealous. I’m not jealous of you. On the contrary, I’m proud of you. What you’ll have to do with the guys has no bearing on our deep love for one another. Your reactions will be induced, not your natural tendencies. Don’t get yourself so riled up over it. Keep in mind what I told you when you were offered a chance to participate. You’ll be protecting my honor and the honor of other real girls by being a willing surrogate. I think that’s very noble of you."
"I can’t help it. It seems this study plans to use sex a lot. I’m worried that some stud like Mike is bound to make a play for you while I’m looking like a girl. How am I supposed to defend your honor, while wearing a dress?"
"Not a problem. I don’t think Mike will be interested in real girls, especially if they’re ‘butch’. He’s already got his eye on you. He’s obviously attracted to guys that do drag real well, like Donna and Dr. Korrick. When he saw us together this morning, I could have stripped stark naked in front of him. He would still concentrate on Donna, or should I say: Don! I’m not concerned about Mike a bit. If you are, I’ll continue to wear skirts to please you, but I will tone down my makeup and charm around him, just in case. Satisfied?"
"Donna? Don? She’s a guy, too? Damn, I should’ve known."
" You’re learning. Time to get ready." Louise called Donna and Dr. Korrick back in from my bedroom.
"Dr, Korrick? Who else in Gentech isn’t what they appear to be?" I asked.
"Oh, there are a few. You’ll meet them at the appropriate time. Speaking of time, let’s get a move on. We’re running late."
They swarmed over me, taking off my ‘teddy’ and quickly shoving me into the hot shower before I could protest. Dr. Korrick asked the others who preferred to assist by applying the depilatory to my entire body. I paused; then asked for Lou.
She declined, saying that she promised herself not to get too intimate with me until we finished school. I kidded her, and called her a prude. Louise responded that she was having a hard enough time just seeing me naked. She said she’d have attacked me if we were alone a minute longer and that would spoil the whole research program before it even got started.
Donna stepped up and took the jar of cream away from me. " We could call Mike over, and the three of us could stand back and watch. I bet we’d get to see some delicious boy to boy action, wouldn’t we, Toni?"
She dipped three fingers into the jar and brought out a great big gob of the stuff. Not waiting for my reply to her question, she smeared it all over my chest. Louise and Dr. Korrick looked on in amusement as Donna spread out the cream and dipped her fingers back into the jar for more. After a few minutes of silent goading, they got bored and excused themselves to go change into more casual wear for my first public outing.
I hoped they’d let me wear pants and a unisex sweater. I wasn’t ready to go out and be seen in a blouse and skirt yet. I may have dreamed about passing as a girl, but I knew I’d never get away with it. Knowing the pretty person with me was really a guy, like me, another participant, didn’t help matters any. Donna had been crossdressing for some time, and was good at it. No, she was great at it. In time, I suppose I could learn how to put on a female disguise as well. In time! This was now!
She asked me to raise my arms so she could get at my armpits. In short order, she had almost painted me from my neck to my ankles with the foul smelling cream. "Shall I denude your ‘basket’ for you? You may want to be able to wear a bikini, hon. I gasped and shook my head from side to side, and she skipped the hair at my groin. "Turn around, please." She covered my backside in no time, giving me a chill when she seperated my nether cheeks, slowly running her fingers down low in between, very carefully. I rose up onto my tiptoes from the sheer excitement of her cool caresses. I closed my eyes and tried to relax as I adjusted to her touch. "Stand still." Slowly, I came back down to Earth.
She reached around me and took hold of my hardening shaft, guiding me around to face her again. "Say, do you need to take a leak, or are you glad I agreed to help you shed your peach fuzz for you? You will need to do it s all by yourself, sooner or later, you know. It’s a price of beauty. The first time it’s better to have someone help, so you will know how to time it right.
You have a lovely cock, Toni, but it has too much hair on it."
She massaged the cream onto my penis, spreading it from the tip, all the way to its base. Her touch was exciting, in spite of the coolness of the cream. "I think a heart shaped little mound will look cute on you for your first day as a girl, Toni." She stooped down, without bending over, and started to trace the shape of a heart around my pubic hair.
Looking down at her, I wondered what a passionate session with her, like the one I had with Dr. Korrick, would be like. She seemed to read my thoughts as she smirked. "I despise hairy men. Don’t you?"
"I don’t know, Donna. I never thought about men much. I suppose that I’ll be expected to from now on. Won’t I? I was attracted to you, thinking you were a girl. Strange. I still am. What was changing like for you, Donna?"
She didn’t answer. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to tell me. "You can see by my erection that I’m still attracted to you. You really turn me on, but I’m not sure why. Is it because you’re a vision of what I may look like soon, or is it because the drugs will make me be attracted to other men? What is most attractive to you, Donna? Men or women?"
"Right now, I’m attracted to you, Toni. Both: men and women can get my motor running. It depends on the circumstances. You’ll see. Dressing like a girl enables me to appreciate both sexes. Sometimes, my masculine equipment makes women seem more desirable. My feminine appearance makes me want to have a guy react to seeing me as a woman, like you’re doing. The med pros label having a desire for experiencing sexual contact with either sex: bisexuality, being able to swing both ways. Why? Do you want to swing with me?"
"My guess is: that’s why you’re here. I like the way you’re feeling me up. In the last few days I’ve learned more about sex than I thought was possible.
I was brought up to believe sexual contact was supposed to be between a married couple, a guy and girl, and restricted between the two of them. It’s okay to look and think about sex with others, but no physical contact. Now, for the sake of research, anything goes. Everyone encouraged me to get into Gentech, even my parents and Louise’s.
Don’t get me wrong. I’d be a fool to pass up a chance to explore different aspects of sex and get a free college education out of it in the bargain. If I did drop out, I think my mom and dad would have a fit. Can you believe it? They all but ordered me to participate! It’s scary. Even Louise demanded that I go along with whatever the project expects of me. I’m mixed up.
On one hand, I want to be loyal to Louise. On the other, I want to comply with her wishes. She feels I’ll love her all the more once we finish up the study. Says we have our entire lifetimes to be faithful, once we’re married.
What you’re doing to me now feels fantastic, but I’m worried if it will mess up the research. I mean: aren’t we supposed to be monitored or taped on video or something?"
"You’re right, Toni. Dr. Korrick turned on a camera before she and Louise left us alone. Don’t you notice anything?"
"A camera? How did she do it?"
"Take a good look at her wristwatch, the next time you see her. Didn’t you wonder about the size of it? Women don’t normally wear a watch that big. It’s a remote control for the camera up in the corner. She points it, touches a button, and a little red light goes on, winks a few times and stays on."
I looked up into the corner of the room. Sure enough, there it was, with the lens pointing right at us. "How does it know which way to point?"
"Boy, you are dense. It’s voice and motion sensitive. We move, it moves. Sometimes, it can get confused, when two people move away from each other, but the damned thing figures it out eventually, after one of us leaves the room, or stops moving. Then it will track for any sound; even as low as a heartbeat. It responds to the highest-level signal. When we talk to one another from across the room, it pans back and forth, seeking the source of our voices. If one of us moves more than the other, it detects the motion and tracks that. It works best when we don’t move much.
Do you like my playing with your cock like this, Toni?"
"Yeah. Feels great. Let’s move around. I want to see the camera track us. Can we watch the tape together, later?"
"New, we won’t do anything exciting. The time is up for the depilatory, and this sticky mess has to get washed off with all of your hair. Dr. Korrick is in the next room with Louise, watching and listening how you are reacting to being alone with me dressed and you naked as a jaybird. You had taken a drug that dulled your senses. You getting nervous about being alone with me shows that the drug is starting to wear off. Same thing applies to your concern about the camera and parameters of the research. You wouldn’t care about those things one bit if the drug was still affecting you.
They wanted me help you get used to cameras being on all the time. You won’t pay attention to the cameras after a while. Videotapes save doctors a lot of time. They don’t have to observe us first hand, interfering with our sessions. They can view the results over and over, consult and even ask questions later, after reviewing the tapes."
"Are you supposed to be telling me about it?"
"Yup! It’s one of my six assignments I have for today with you."
"Will I get assignments, too?"
"Honey, right now you are the assignment. I was for over two years. Some things we talk about are supposed to trigger certain responses from you, and some from me. The sensors in our bodies send out signals describing the responses. Special monitors translate the signals into tracks that show on the bottom of the videotape, like the ticker tapes from stock exchanges. The doctors know how to read the data. They can tell whose data shows, too. They’re in different colors and shades.
You and I couldn’t read them if we wanted to. The accumulated data gets compiled on a complex computer to compare how the gradual changes in our behavior patterns caused by the "girl juice" we’re getting. " Donna put her hands on my chest and touched the tips of my small nipples, then put one hand back down under my ball sac. "Think you’ll get a big jolt of ‘girl juice’ if I squeeze these real hard?"
I didn’t want her to do that, so I tried to change the subject. "What made you volunteer, Donna?"
"I didn’t volunteer. I was drafted. It was either this or face a five-to-twenty year stretch in the ‘pen’."
"You’re kidding! What did you do, kill someone?"
"Worse, Toni. I was caught trying to be a potential child molester. By being careless wit pictures of naked kids I bought, I alerted my landlady. It kept me from fulfilling my to force a defenseless kid into providing me with oral sex. I had the abduction all planned out, but my landlady saw me take the kid down to the laundry room. Fortunately, I was arrested in time, before I could accomplish anything. In my desperation, awaiting trial, I tried to alter my gender manually, so I could never try it again. That’s what the child’s parents suggested to the police. You don’t want to know what the police told me what would happen to me when I got to prison.
I’m sorry, Toni. I don’t want to tell you any more about it. Maybe I will feel different, at another time. Let’s get you rinsed off before you break out in a rash from this stuff. Into the shower you go."
Over the sound of rushing, pulsing water sprays, I could hear Donna shout that revealing her criminal past was the second of her six assignments for the day, four more to go. I wondered what they were.
To be continued.
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