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 SIX

Chapter One.

As I stepped out from the shower, Donna wrapped a huge towel around me and began to fluff my hair with another. I sat before the mirror and looked at the girlish looking boy that stared back at me. I was confident Donna knew how to make my face look like a real girl’s just by examining her soft, feminine features hovering over my shoulder. In less than fifteen minutes, her expertise became obvious. I was shocked by how little effort she expended to change my appearance so quickly. My big smile was all the approval I had to give her to show how pleased I was.

She handed me a pair of panties, without speaking. I knew it was time for me to set aside my manhood and practice adopting an entirely new image. I remained silent, concerned over being exposed as an imposter on my first venture in public, due to my unfeminine body contours and my awful male clumsy mannerisms. There was no way they could get me to look graceful. Besides, If I had to speak to anyone, my male voice would be a dead giveaway as well. I got cold feet.

"Donna. You are amazing. There’s not one thing about you that would give anyone a clue that you aren’t a girl. Can you teach me how to look and act so natural? If I go out like this, I may fool a few people at a distance, but if they get close, they’re going to see right through the makeup and make fun of me."

"It takes much more than I can teach you in a day, but if I can learn, you can too. All it takes is lots of practice. You have to think pretty all the time. I can’t promise you it’ll be easy. Some girls get the hang of it quickly, other girls never do. I’m talking about real girls. It is nothing more than behavior, after all. With patience and practice, you’ll be a pro in about a month. Real girls start at an early age. By the time they reach their teens, it’s natural for them to portray demure elegance. Never forget that you are supposed to be a girl from now on, even if you are all alone.

The important thing to remember is that elegance is subtle. Always try to understate, not be too bold. That looks garish and fake. Even the prettiest professional models would look terrible without practice. You have to try to compare your skills with every girl you see. All girls, the natural born, and those of us who are apparent females, all learn how to comport ourselves in public by mimicking others. Why do you think we like to spend so much time in the malls? We’re really there to check out the competition, picking up little hints here and there to improve our feminine wiles.

Do you have ants in those panties or something?"

"Oh, Donna, I’m scared silly. Can’t we wait a month or so before I have to go out in public? I’d feel a lot better if my body had some shape to it."

"Toni, I’m surprised at you. Do you want Lou and Dr. Korrick to think that you’re some kind of a sissy? Where’s your sense of high adventure? This is going to be a lot of fun!"

"I don’t think so. I’m not ready to go out and face the world like this."

She came around to my side, crouched down, and put her arms around me to comfort me. "I’ll go get Dr. Korrick and Louise, Toni. I can’t help you in the courage department as well as they can. I still get butterflies in my tummy when I’m getting ready to go out in public, too. I know just how you feel. I went through the same anguish when I first began."

Dr. Korrick and Louise appeared in the mirror a few seconds later. "Listen carefully, Toni." Said Dr. Korrick, fiddling with her wrist.

"Certainly, ma’am."

"I’ll make a deal with you, Toni. If you feel the same way in one hour, we can stay in. We’ll go shopping some other time. But, if you see that you look like a girl in every way, in one hour, I don’t want to hear another word about your not being prepared properly to face the world. Okay?"

"I guess. More magic, Dr. Korrick?"

"More magic, Toni. Come back to your bedroom and lie down on your bed, flat on your back. You’re about to find out how ‘genuine’ genuine girls are."

As soon as I was in position on my bed, Dr. Korrick took a heavily boned "Merry Widow" corset form the chest of drawers. Again, the corset wasn’t there when I looked through the drawers earlier. Step by step, they were ready to spring new elements of my transition on me

It seems that they anticipated my making some observation and stating a concern, which they were well prepared to resolve with a convenient way to correct, so that it would seem they were eliminating a difficulty for me, rather than forcing me to accept the next progression

She reached into a large shopping bag and extracted a tube of salve and plastic bottle of baby powder. She squeezed a liberal amount of salve onto her palm and began applying it to my tummy. I felt a warm sensation. She explained that the salve contained an emulsifier with a lanocain derivative to help my corset feel comfortable. That corset didn’t look big enough to fit Louise or Donna, let alone my waist. It would take more than an hour just to lace it. I felt there’d be little chance that I’d be going out in public today.

She dusted the corset and my waist with the baby powder, and slid the silky garment under me about my waist. Looking down, I could see the double relief at the top, where a normal girl’s breasts would be. Without sufficient flesh to fill the spaces, I didn’t comprehend the point of using the corset. What would it support? I could not see the perfectly flat taper to my waist from my prone position. Dr. Korrick first latched the top clasp of the corset with surprising strength. She told me to suck in while she fastened the loose corset around me. I got giddy from her cool, tickling fingers as she pressed my stomach in tightly bringing the two sides together, from top to bottom. I could feel the corset compress my waist at the sides.

"Stop! Stop! You’re tickling me, Dr. Korrick!"

"Call me ‘Jane’, Toni. Out in public, it won’t be necessary for us to be so formal. The lanocain will slowly soften your tummy flesh to make it more pliable. The powder will eliminate friction to avoid any rash and prevents the salve from being absorbed into the fabric of the corset. In case you’re interested, the salve is called ‘cocoa butter’. Ladies use it all the time to prevent the stretch marks from being pregnant. It’ll work the same for you.

Your tummy’s skin and sub-dermal body fat will mold itself to the shape of the corset without doing you any harm. The corset will do the rest, giving you a nice curvy figure, so you won’t look like a guy in drag. Strenuous exercises, starvation diets and body shaping corsets like this one create fantastic sexy figures we see on many models and actresses. This corset is a typical body shaper to train tummy muscles to stay where we want them to stay. Don’t expect miracles. Give it a chance. Now, get up."

I went straight to the mirror, only to be disappointed. Not much change. If they expected this thing to work, I’d have to exercise for weeks before my waist lost an inch. I hate doing sit-ups.

Donna led me back to the boudoir and sat me on the tuffet. She rolled a nylon stocking onto her hands and knelt down before me, like a maid, dressing her mistress. As the shimmering flesh-toned stocking ascended my leg, I realized that my leg felt different. The silky stocking caressed my hairless leg like a second skin, sending wonderful sensations up and down my spine. The second nylon soon felt equally thrilling. She helped me to my feet, and attached the dangling garters from the corset to the nylons, four to each leg. Adjusting tension on each garter added more tautness to the corset tugging at my itchy waist, pulling the frilly lace hem of the corset down into position covering my rigid manhood.

She then unfastened the garters, slipped the panty off of me, and replaced it with sheer panty with thick ruffled edges. My entire derriere was covered with five rows of fat lacy ruffles, making my bum stand out over an inch, all around the back, from one side to the other. The new panty was lined with foam pads. So much for my flat butt, but my waist still seemed too thick. However, my chest was no longer flat! I had a hint of cleavage. How could that be? I wasn’t built like a woman, but I wasn’t flat chested, either.

"Step into the bathroom, over by the doorway leading to the shower, Toni, and reach up for the bar mounted there, near the ceiling."

I reached up for the trapeze style bar as far as I could, but couldn’t grasp it, lest I jumped up. Donna appeared with a pair of very high heeled shoes, with platform soles and placed them, first one, and then the other, onto my stockinged feet. I could now barely reach the bar. Dr. Korrick pressed a button by the door and the bar lowered. I grabbed it and Dr. Korrick raised the bar, suspending me, until most of my weight hung from my arms.

Looking down, my faint bosom was gone. Dr. Korrick, uh, ‘Jane’ started to pull on the laces at the back of the corset. After a while, I could sense that the corset was much tighter. She paused.

"Can I let go now, Jane? I feel as if I’m being cut in two."

"If you do, we’ll lower the bar and start all over. Try to hang on for as long as you can. We can take a break so you can rest in a few minutes, Toni. If you keep holding on a little longer, your spine will elongate a mite and help thin your waist down. We’ll adjust your corset to keep it thin. It won’t help much, but in time it will give you a nicer profile, eventually. In a few weeks, your new figure can look authentic enough to go anywhere with ease. Try too much, too soon, and your ribs will hurt like hell. Trust me. We’re not in any hurry. We’ll take it easy, but you will be amazed. Take my word for it."

 

Donna added. "You seem to like the look of our figures. This is the easiest way to achieve graceful contours like ours.

After a few minutes, Dr. Korrick began to tighten the laces again. The rigid corset stays began to compress my waistline, and the corset seemed to force some of my flesh downward towards the bottom hem of the corset. I closed my eyes, envisioning the squish of a giant toothpaste tube. I hoped my ribs wouldn’t crack under the increased pressure. "Oh, please stop. I can hardly breathe!"

"Stop being such a wimp! You want to look attractive. Don’t you? Hang on a little longer." I hung my head down and endured her tightening the laces on more time. "There. --- That should do it for now." Dr. Korrick massaged my waist at the sides. I could feel the indent as her hands ran over the thin corset. Her warm hands soothed the itching sensations of the salves

While I was still hanging on to the bar, Donna slipped the platform shoes off of my feet and replaced them with a different pair of shoes. The heels were just as high, but the toes weren’t elevated by platforms. Dr. Korrick lowered the bar and told me to let go. As my weight settled into the new shoes, my forelegs felt unusual. My balance was forced forward, and a twinge in my calves reminded me that the stance was uncomfortable.

The two women held me up by my arms, as I was completely off balance in the unfamiliar shoes. When my ankles stopped wobbling, I looked down to get a better look at the shoes. I couldn’t see them! My boobs stood out, were twice as large as they were before Dr. Korrick tightened the corset, and in the way! I couldn’t see my feet!

 

I turned to look into the mirror, but nearly fell on my face. Dr. Korrick and Donna were still at my sides, guiding me, while Louise looked on. I had worn heels before, but none like these monsters. The heels had to be at least five inches high, judging by my reflection.

I stared at the image, lusting after my own reflection. I now had a body like the sex object my mind conjured up so many times in the past. I carefully made an attempt to walk. Assisted by the two women, I wobbled back to the trapeze bar, grabbed it and said:

"More please."

"Already? Are you sure, Toni?" Asked Jane.

"Yes, yes, I love it! Do me in some more. Please?"

Dr. Korrick raised the bar again. "Let your spine and ribs adjust first, Toni. We don’t want to overdo it the very first time. We’ll continue to advance your figure training a little bit more each day until you’re satisfied."

"I’ll hang here all day if this will give me a figure like yours and Donna’s, Dr. Korrick. I can’t believe how effective a corset can be."

"It’s a custom fit, Toni, made especially for you. We measured you for it on the very first day, before you took the profile quiz. Our resident corsetiere is very good at applying her trade. As you lose some weight and follow the exercize program, you’ll give Raquel Welsh a run for her money. While you are waiting, open your mouth. You need a breath freshener."

Raquel Welsh! That’s who Dr. Korrick resembled with her flowing red hair, and fabulous figure, I thought.

She sprayed my throat with a mouthwash that tasted like mint. As I continued to hang like a monkey, I felt foolish and giggled. My voice was a little different. "Say! What’s in that mouthwash?" My voice! It was higher in pitch!

"Something to tighten up your vocal chords, temporarily. It’s suspended in a thick base that will only wear off from eating. So, like any other girl, you’ll refresh your breath after each meal. It’ll work for the time being. With voice coaching, you won’t need it after a while, like Donna and me."

"Wow! I sound sultry! You thought of everything, Dr. Korrick."

"It’s Jane, today. Remember?" She ran her hand over my pantied buns. "If you must know, I didn’t think of this bit of magic, but somebody did. Aren’t you glad? You’ll learn a hundred little tricks like this to improve your skills at looking like a sharp chick. You’ll pass anywhere."

"I can hardly wait." I saw Louise smiling, standing off on one side, silently observing. She nodded to let me know she approved of my eagerness to proceed with my evolving feminine conversion. I winked and nodded back to her, happy that she was involved in my masquerade, even if she wasn’t in charge of it. I wished she were.

Well, that’s good to know, Toni. Glad to see you’re having fun." With a sly twist in her smile, she raised the trapeze bar another inch. I hadn’t noticed it, but my tiny heels were touching the floor until she raised me back up on my tiptoes. With deft movements, she resumed tightening the corset’s rear laces, and it began to feel like a vice.

"Ow! I don’t think I can take any more, Dr. Korrick! Please, loosen up the laces a little bit. I feel like I’m being cut in two."

"Just remain as you are, Toni. It will pass in a few minutes, dear."

I nodded, panting from the strain against my lower ribs. It was hard for me to breathe. After a few minutes of tiresome suspension, the pain subsided, and my breathing became somewhat easier. Dr. Korrick probed my sore waist, checking the fit of the corset, and then loosened the laces a tiny bit. I let out a sigh as the pain disappeared. She lowered the trapeze bar until both my feet were firmly on the floor, but asked me to continue holding on to the bar far above my head.

Donna changed my shoes to a pair with much lower heels, three inches lower. In these, I felt like I could walk forever, after the tall spikes I had just worn. I quickly returned to the mirror.

"Not so fast, Toni, and take smaller steps. Try to act like you look."

I didn’t bother to look who said that, and walked back and forth in front of the mirror, admiring the svelte form of the girl I saw looking back at me. I couldn’t decide whether my chest looked bigger, but my waist was much smaller, now. Again, I could hardly breathe from the viselike grip on my shrunken abdomen.

Donna came up behind me, wrapped her arms around me, leaned forward and whispered into my ear. "Isn’t it worth a little shortness of breath for you to acquire a stunning figure, Toni? All you have to do is allow a corset to mold your contours for a while. Let your ribs adjust. Don’t try to breathe from deep down, use only your upper chest. In time, you’ll retain a bit of the curves. If you begin to feel faint, raise your arms above your head until it passes. In public, try to appear as if you are stretching or waving to an imaginary friend. Lean way back if you are sitting. It helps. Would you like to practice it now?"

I slowly sat down on the tuffet. I could feel the persistent pressure on my waist increase. It forced more flesh upwards. I had obvious bosoms! Okay, they were tiny, but they were there, all the same. The sides of the corset pushed all the flesh forward. I could discern a hint of a mound above each underwired cup. It was me, all me!

I was happy! I turned slightly and winced from the mild pain. "Okay, Jane. You were right. Let’s go. I think I’ll be able to pass."

"I believe you’ll need a slip and a dress, first, sweetheart. You’ll be trying on lots of outfits today, so let’s pick out something easy to put on and take off. You won’t have any trouble standing, sitting or walking, but trying on a lot of different styles will require contortions you aren’t used to doing – yet.

Get used to wearing your corset for a while longer. Louise has something else for you to try on, too."

She came up behind me holding up a matching bra, telling me to hold up my arms. She slid the wide straps over my extended arms. The pads at the sides forced my meager pectoral muscles to look like heftier breasts.

The base of the underwired cups fit into the corset’s demi-cups, and the wide bandeau was snug all the way around. She pulled the ends together, fastening the bra behind my back. I kissed Louise’s cheek as she guided my flesh into the cups from behind me, to properly project a young girl’s budding bosom. The bra was affixed to the corset by hidden Velcro and would keep the corset from sliding down as I walked or changed outfits.

"Thanks, you. You’re still okay about all this, aren’t you?"

"More than ever, darling. You’ve been a real trouper, this morning. Stand up. Let me adjust your garters for you, so your corset won’t ride up." She touched my arm. "I want you to do everything you’re told to do. You won’t disappoint me, will you? Tell me you’ll follow our instructions to the letter."

"Certainly, ma’am." I’d walk on fiery coals if she asked me. She knelt down before me and I swooned from having her face so close to my manhood. If Donna weren’t there, I’d have suggested we stay behind. Her soft hands roamed all over my nylon covered thighs. How much of this could I stand?

"I want you to control yourself, Toni. If you get all excited and erupt, you’ll spoil everything."

For some unexplainable reason, the rigidity at my loins subsided. Instead, I felt a steady flow of calming warmth flush through me. She stood up and kissed my cheek. "Dr. Korrick and Donna have to go change. I changed when you were in the shower. While we’re waiting for them to return Tony, I want you to practice walking for me. Before you can go out in public, you need to learn how to swing your hips a little. Not too much, or you will look brazen. We’ll teach you how to attract attention later."

I paced back and forth across the bedroom, following her directions. "No, that’s too much. Tone it down more. That’s better. Smaller steps. Put one foot in front of the other. That’s it. You’re a fast learner, Toni. Are you very uncomfortable in that corset, darling?"

"I don’t care. It feels heavenly, Louise."

"You’d feel like hell after a few hours in those other heels. I know all this is very exciting, but try to take it easy." She touched my arm. "You’ll have to keep the corset on all day. After a while, it won’t be easy. We’re still going to party tonight, too, --- maybe with --- Mike."

Louise picked out a camisole, and a simple blouse with a high collar for me to wear. The culottes were even more conservative than the blouse. I mentioned that her selections weren’t very sexy. I wanted something more elegant for my first outing, something to remember my debut by.

"You’ll have a chance to wear something exciting over that corset tonight, Toni. Shopping is arduous. You’ll soon see what I mean. After an hour or two of swapping several outfits, you’ll be glad I picked this simple attire for you. Before you can get dressed, you need one more item. Take off your panties and put this on." She held out what looked like a latex panty.

 

"What is it?"

"It’s called a cache sex. It will cover your obvious bulge and make it look like a Venus mound, like mine. No telling what will happen if a sales clerk spots a lump in your panties. We don’t want someone to spoil the fun by calling for security or the police. Most stores are liberal, but a few older biddies make a stink when a guy invades the sanctity of a changing room in their store. I’d help you put it on, but I don’t want to tease you or hold up the show. No contact. Remember? Donna will show you how. I’ll go check on Dr. Korrick."

"But, Louise. I’d rather you helped me. Why must Donna do it?"

"Listen carefully, Toni." Touching my arm, she continued. "I’m not to touch you there, because I don’t have any sensors to record reactions, like you and Donna. I’m not a direct participant, yet. I have other responsibilities in the program, and we love one another. Our relationship causes more than mere physical reactions to direct stimuli like you’ll be sharing with others in encounters for Gentech research. Our petting now would interfere with all your response patterns. We must adhere to the program’s guidelines until we get to the stage when I’ll be allowed to have intimate contact with you. We’ll have loads of fun then. Be patient.

Trust Dr. Evers, Dr. Sims and Dr. Korrick. They know what has to be done to acquire the data without distortion. I want you to promise me that you’ll stop asking me to get intimate with you. When the time comes, I’m sure they’ll let us know. I know it isn’t easy, but you’re constant pleas make it more difficult for me, too. Let’s be patient.

Remember that your providing essential data for the research pleases me. That’s how I want you to make me happy. Follow the program, and be my sexual outlet. Can you promise me that?"

"Certainly, ma’am." Louise’s request was compelling. I’d do anything she asked. She nodded and squeezed my arm.

I resolved to be a perfect candidate. I’d follow each directive to the letter, from now on, to hasten the day Louise and I could begin to have intimate relations. I’d have to stop teasing Louise. It was selfish of me to ask her to be more attentive to me. I’ll have to learn patience. I can see that. I was still showing childish traits that led me to seek stress counseling.

"It looks way too small for me, Louise."

"It has to be tight. Here comes Donna, now. She’ll help you." She touched Donna’s arm. Care to lend a hand, Donna? Toni needs help putting on his cache sex."

"With pleasure, ma’am." Donna curtsied to Louise.

"Come here by the dressing table, Toni." She sat on the tuffet, slid down my ruffled panties, and inhaled deeply at my crotch. "Mmm! You smell so divine, Toni. I wish we had more time, but let’s get you decent." She took the cache sex into her hands, spread the transparent latex waistband with her extended fingers and pulled it up over my legs. She released her hold on the waistband, with one hand, grasped my member with the other, and pulled it back between my legs. It was so tight; I could feel myself shrink from the firm grip of the latex.

She reached further back and pushed my testes up under my groin. They seemed to enter into my body to allow more, but less than ample room for my penis in the tight confines of the latex pouch. She then gasped the top edge of the waistband and tugged upward sharply.

Ow! That smarts! I thought to myself. She slid her hands all around the sides of the snug waistband, pulling it further up until it met the hem of my tight corset. In the mirror, my reflection looked genuinely female. No one could detect what was hidden under the latex. When she pulled my ruffled panties into place, the tapered mound was perfectly feminine.

I twisted from side to side. It showed no evidence of my male appendage. I couldn’t even detect the presence of the cache sex, as the thin latex was almost transparent, and the shadow of my heart shaped pubis shown as prominently through the panty as if the cache sex wasn’t there. My groin looked absolutely hot!

Donna continued to help me dress, first in the short cami, then the blouse and finally the culottes. I took as deep a breath my corset would allow, to clear my head, and shivered in delight. With as few deft hairbrush strokes my longish hair took on the look of a pageboy style. "You can gawk and stare at yourself later. Time to get a move on!"

 

Chapter Two.

 

The car trip to the mall was quick. Walking along the concourse, side by side, we looked like a scene from "Charlie’s Angels" out on a case. Heads turned everywhere we passed, with either jealous stares or appreciative double takes. The power of our numbers and my careful efforts to emulate each movement of the other three gave me confidence that my secret was safe. All they saw was loveliness.

"Here’s our first stop, Toni." Announced Dr. Korrick, uh, Jane.

Louise took me by the arm. "Surprise!" She whispered. The marquis read:

 

HENRI’S SALON D’ELEGANCE

A hairdresser’s! I froze. Certainly the professionals in here would detect some flaw and expose my charade! The three cohorts literally pushed me through the open store entrance. A polite but aloof woman, with a caustic demeanor, immediately greeted us. "Bon Jour, M’amselle Jane.

"Monsieur Henri haz been waiting patiently for your arrival in ze private salon. Quickly, now, you are late! Which of theeze charming young girls iz ze new initiate, Mon Cherie? " Scanning from face to face, she stopped at mine, smiled and whispered: "But of course, you." She placed a long nail on the juncture of my cleavage. "Welcome to self indulgence, my dear. You have chosen a path well traveled here. Come, you will see."

Dr. Korrick gestured for me to follow the suave woman, and followed close behind me. Donna and Louise stayed back and waved to me with broad grins on their faces. I had no choice but to follow the woman to the back of the shop to find out exactly what was in store for me, although I already had a good idea.

We passed through closed curtains into a room full of with workstations. A foppish tall man sashayed up to greet the three of us, wearing a casual unisex jumpsuit in pink. He circled me like a buyer examining a potential purchase, with a hand under his chin, supported at the elbow by his other arm. He took his time, remaining silent, as if he was being confronted by a serious challenge. The women working on the other customers ignored his flamboyant critique.

He had to be Henri.

 

I spied the occupants of the workstations. Some could be women, some were obviously men, and two were, I couldn’t tell, perhaps somewhere in between. The men were getting manicures; the women all were having their hair done. The two I couldn’t determine were lying semi-prone with fine needles being placed into their faces along their chin lines. So that’s what electrolysis looks like, while being done. The customers also ignored us for the most part, although a few looked over at us casually.

He turned, and with limp wrists, grasped Dr. Korrick’s hands, pulling her to him, kissing her on both cheeks in turn. Very French, I mused. He greeted her like an old friend, and took her aside to talk privately. After a few brief words between the, he returned, circled me again and pondered. His right hand stroked his chin. He closed his eyes, opened them, and nodded. He made me feel like he was a father, choosing a puppy for his daughter’s birthday present, but wasn’t quite sure of my breeding. Well, at least he had the occasion right, but it was my birthday, and I didn’t want a puppy.

Just as I was becoming annoyed, he placed both of his palms flatly onto his cheeks, with his elbows pointed straight down and smiled broadly. His eyes shone with his exuberance. "Janie! Zees one iz magnifique, a divine canvas for my palette!"

 

His accent sounded false, but I sure wasn’t the one to criticize anyone’s authenticity. This entire establishment was dedicated to creating images.

"Oh, what possibilities! We will have so much fun! Her fine hair must be bleached platinum, I insist! Her elegant light complexion demands long, flowing tresses, no cutting yet. With a big single wave over her forehead from left to right, so." He gathered my hair, tenderly persuading it to follow his inspiration. "I suggest a single, bold curl to accent the taper of her face along her chin, all the way to her shoulder. Leave her to me, Janie. She’ll be magnificent!

"Give me three hours, no less, perhaps four. I’ll prepare her hair, nails, lashes, brows, and facial: the works! I presume she’s program entrant.

Yes? And, how is my darling Donna doing these days?"

"Henri, this is Antoinette. Be gentle with her. This is her first day in finery. You may call her: Toni. Donna is with us. She’s right outside with a friend of Toni at the moment. We’re going shopping for additions to Toni’s new wardrobe. You may recall that Donna has excellent taste in clothing styles. I leave Toni in your care. We will return for her at 7:00. Don’t rush. I’ll trust your creativity."

"Thank you, M’amselle. Your confidence is enchanting."

As Dr. Korrick retreated, I realized that I was alone, in public, dressed in women’s clothes, with a strange, really strange man, with no chance of escape, totally without recourse. He had complete control over how I was to look after he worked on me. I was dying to find out if he could deliver on his promise. I had a feeling he could.

"Do not tremble, Mon Petite. You have no reason to be afraid of Henri."

His lips spoke comfort, but his deep blue eyes conveyed an obvious male lust. I didn’t trust him. As I shrank back away, I wondered if my sensors would transmit my inner fear of the man this far away from the hospital.

"Follow me, cie voux plaix." He led me through a door at the back of the salon, away from the comfort of others present, who were watching our departure with mild interest. I would rather remain in their company.

I followed Cautiously, filled with anxiety. I examined the small salon with its single workstation. The chair was larger, a barber’s chair, like the one in my former barber’s shop. For a brief moment, I pondered if my usual barber would miss my monthly visit, and whether I’d ever be able to go there again. The camera in the corner caught my attention. I spun around and asked Henri: "Are you a part of Gentech?"

"But of course, my dear. I zee you have noticed ze camera. No? Do not be alarmed. Dr. Korrick iz probably in my office zis very moment, checking ze reception. Perhaps she iz with Donna and your friend, watching. Or they have left to acquire your trousseau. No matter, ze camera will do its job with or without zem, just as I must do mine, changing you into a sweet, sexy "girl next door" image. I must admit: I am delighted. You do not seem resistant, as was Donna when she first came to me. Were you drafted into Gentech, or did you volunteer?"

"I volunteered. Why do you ask? And, would you please drop your phony French accent, Mr. Henri. We’re alone, and I’m sure the people listening will understand you much better without it."

"I see." He looked disappointed. "It’s that bad, huh? It helps me to collect the high prices I charge. The women know it’s a put on, but most of them love to be stroked by a debonair Frenchman, even if it’s an imaginary one. If you promise not to tell, I’ll let it drop. By the way, I still expect you to be a good subject and not resist what I suggest, since you’re a volunteer.

Draftees are hard to satisfy. No matter how lovely I help them to look, they resent being sent to me. They also resist learning how to care for my work and blame me if it isn’t perfect.

I trust you won’t give me a hard time while I teach you some of the finer aspects of female impersonation. Will you?" I shook my head, negatively. Henri stepped over to a small closet, out of my line of vision and continued to talk in reassuring tones. Please sit down in the chair for me, while I get ready to prepare you for your first lesson. I’ll only be a minute or two."

He appeared in the mirror with a totally new look. His hair was feminine, his body sported feminine curves, and he was tastefully made up. "How did you do that so quickly?"

"Part of my assignment was to study beauty culture back when I was a participant in Program T. I discovered that I liked the work and I became good at it. When I finished my assignment, I decided to open up this shop. My contacts at Program T provided me with a steady supply of subjects to ply my trade. I still provide the research program with a self-supporting staff of beauty consultants for convenience. They are in my employ, and also keep me abreast on all the latest changes in styles.

By the way, thanks for asking me to drop the accent. I wish I never started using it. It’s a bother." I marveled at his feminine voice. It was so natural.

 

"I also teach professional impersonators, transvestites and a few genetic women who wish to improve their skills in creating a sexy appearance, with fashion tips, and how to apply makeup to be more provocative without looking garish. Most of the transvestites live otherwise normal lives, and come to me on Saturdays to switch gender for a host of reasons. There’s a significant community of them that knows I understand them and I enjoy their trust and confidence in my abilities. ‘Weekend Women’ I call them.

They’re a nice bunch. They often arrive in groups of two, three or four. It’s a lot of fun for them to share their kinky interests with one another, and it’s a very profitable business for me, accommodating them."

"How did you get involved with Gentech?"

He began to work on my hair as he spoke. "I was distraught over my being gay. I wanted to be able to resist the lure or learn to accept homosexuality. They cured the trauma of self-disgust I experienced from only wanting sex with other men by showing me I was attracted to pheromones that normal men exude when aroused. My preference for men was a merely a natural response, not some twisted psychological dementia. That’s why Gentech is such an important project. Dr. Evers’ team clarified my problem so that I could deal with it without all that guilt. He helps many others in the same way. Everyone has to do the best they can with whatever conditions they are given. Fault isn’t an issue for me anymore.

Many people have conditions for which they aren’t responsible. Gentech is dedicated to helping them accept what is, not ho they’d like things to be. In the future, maybe society will understand and not treat homosexuals like me with utter disdain or fear. It isn’t my fault that I’m gay. I accept that, and I continue to work with Gentech to repay them somehow."

"Thanks, Henri. It’s nice of you to be willing to expose your feelings to me."

I sank back into the chair to lessen the discomfort of my corset, trying to get more comfortable. What he said made sense. He was the first man to admit he was gay to me. I didn’t know how else I should reply..

Henri adjusted the chair to a reclining position with my neck cradled in the depression of the sink’s edge. I let my mind wander while his gentle hands washed, rinsed, and dried my longish hair wearing rubber gloves. He then covered my face with a hot, wet towel and told me to relax, then carefully covered my entire head of hair with a strong smelling lotion that he called "peroxide". His massaging of my scalp felt invigorating and refreshing.

He said he’d leave the room for a while, letting the lotion soak in, telling me it required a period of time on my hair to do it’s thing which would help me to look stunning. He said he’d return to wash the lotion out when it was time. The acrid smell of the lotion was potent and my scalp stung from it, but he assured me it was quite harmless and was the best product of its kind on the market.

I felt totally relaxed, from his vigorous massage and wasn’t too concerned with the tingling sensation all over my scalp after hearing his assurances. If women do this all the time, it had to be safe. I imagined myself a brave crusader in the quest for knowledge. His earlier disclosure of the cause of his being gay was enlightening. Previously, I didn’t know anything about the pheromones he mentioned.

Henri returned, and took one of my hands in his. My face was still covered by the warm, wet towel. He told me he would clean and trim my fingernails as the lotion prepared my hair for the next step. It took some time for him to finish both my hands. When he was done, he changed towels on my face and proceeded to rinse out the smelly lotion from my hair.

He raised my chair back up and removed the hot towel from my face. "My, your skin looks so fresh and vibrant, but the towel removed your makeup. Keep your eyes closed, and I’ll redo your makeup for you after I apply the next set of chemicals to your hair to make it look fuller and give it ‘bounce’.

This next step requires that your hair be held in place on rollers, so that this chemical won’t irritate your pretty skin. Be patient. You’ll be pleasantly surprised how good your hair will look, once it’s done properly.

Men have no idea how nice their hair can look with a bit of help. It’s a pity men don’t devote the time needed to looking more dashing, as women do.

I promise you, you’ll be thrilled, once you see yourself. I don’t want you to worry about it until it’s finished. So, keep those lids down, and leave it to me. It’ll be a nice surprise that way."

He explained the process, step by step, as he worked. The chemicals he used would make my hair "behave" and accept the waves he’d coax into a "lovely do" from the rollers he used. The number of steps required by the process intrigued me, and wondered how the final result would look. As the next step "took", he promised he would someday make me as pretty as a fashion model. This first time, I’d have to be satisfied with a style that was easy to care for.

In between steps to my coiffure, he began applying something to my nails, saying not to move my hands for the next half hour until he was finished and they dried or I’d ruin the French tips he was applying. I wanted to see what he had done to my fingernails, but he politely scolded me, insisting I be patient, again. I tried to lift up my arm, but discovered it was strapped down to the armrest of the chair at the wrist. This was all new to me. I had no idea beauty care was this involved and women were so pampered in these salons. I chose not to bother complaining or struggling, trusting him, lest he chide me further. He seemed to know what he was doing, and he wouldn’t do anything to upset Dr. Korrick.

He finished with my hands and proceeded to remove my shoes, explaining that he would now attend to my toenails. He reached under the hem of my skirt, and folded it up to expose my legs. He unfastened my nylons form the corset garters, pulling them slowly down my shaved legs, letting his fingers linger on the naked flesh of my thighs. I found myself responding to his touch. If not for the cache sex I was wearing, I would show him definite proof of my masculinity if he continued to caress me that way. He took the nylons off slowly, making sure I knew he enjoyed teasing me.

As it was, the cache sex became uncomfortable, and I squirmed around in the chair to relive the strain. I’m sure he could clearly observe the effect he caused in the front of my exposed lacy panties. Without a word, he took each foot in his hands and massaged my toes, scrubbed them, by using more hot towels, and a little brush, making them tingle. I couldn’t see the expression on his face, but his panting indicated he was getting aroused. He cut and shaped each toenail, buffing them with undeniable skill. I felt like a princess being preened by her maid. "I hope you don’t mind if I am enjoying my work, Toni. I feel like I am an artist, and you are my canvas."

"It’s -- it’s okay, Henri, I – I understand. It’s your job, but it’s my first time. Please take it easy. I’m not used to having someone touch me. I’ve never had anyone cause me to react this way before. I could feel him place the cotton balls between each toe, caressing it as he did. He painted my toes, my unseen toes. How would they look with a coat of red varnish on them? He massaged the soles of my feet tenderly, allowing me to revel in his soft touch. While my toenails were drying, he kneaded my calves, continuing upward progress with gentle caresses to my legs.

My eyes rolled back, and I slumped into the chair, hoping by relaxing, I could ease the pain from the turgidity he was causing at my groin. "Allow me to relieve your apparent discomfort, Toni. I need access to the lovely tuft at your groin, anyway so the color of it will match the rest of your hair."

I was disappointed that he wasn’t taking advantage of my helplessness. I wondered if natural women shared the same sense of vulnerability when having someone attend to their beauty. I felt – agitated. Strangely, I also welcomed the feeling of entrapment, wanting to yield unto the captivating web of involuntary defilement. For some reason, I desired to feel more of his touches, to feel total submissive entrapment and its compelling thrill. I never thought I could desire being molested. I embraced the thought of my being completely at his mercy as his hands reached my panty’s waistband

He asked me to lift my hips off of the chair so he could lower my panties. With care and deftness, he simultaneously rolled the cache sex from my hips, exposing me, leaving the cache sex about my ankles along with my panties, like a pair of handcuffs to prevent my escape, should I free my bound wrists.

Leaving my fear-shrunken penis hidden between my legs, he bleached my heart-shaped pubic mound, and later with a folded hot towel beneath my buns, he rinsed and dried my tuft with a warm, gentle caress of air from a hand-held blow-drier he wielded with precision. When the blow-drier went off with a sudden "click" I jumped, startled. He continued to blow on my hot crotch with his breath. I clenched my fingers around the porcelain arms of the barber’s chair as his hand slowly reached under me to extract my soft member and the two sensitive globes beneath it.

"Relax and enjoy it, Toni. I have to remove all traces of the harsh bleach from your genitals, or you might get a rash. I would rather die than do any damage this magnificent ‘clit’ ", he whispered as he wrapped my hardened

pole in yet another hot, moist, Turkish towel. The towel that covered my face fell away, but I could not see his gentle strokes, as he had tilted back the chair when he first exposed my groin. I let my mind imagine the look on his face and the growing need at his loins as he carefully washed my rising wand. He asked me to lift my knees so he could wipe my thighs.

He assured me his only intent was to make sure the bleach didn’t do any harm to the tender tissue between my love tool and my scrotum as he held my hardness in his delicate fingers. I could care less what his intent was, only hoping he’d continue, taking his sweet time until I erupted. I was shocked at how I reacted to his touch, wanting him to continue. Did I want this man to use me for his own pleasure? Was I a willing partner, or was my lack of freedom responsible for my resolve to make the best of a very compromising set of circumstances?

"Hold your knees apart with your hands, Toni. I need to reach further." As I grasped my knees, willingly, he urged them over the arms of the chair, and once again I felt the softness of his breath on my loins. My testes had long since escaped the confines of my body and hung pendulous in mid air. He carefully wiped them down with the hot towel and blew over them, causing a rush of delicious ecstasy. His fingers trailed further back, and reached my bum cheeks. The towel felt comforting, as it softly leaned my rosette. I felt the insistent pressure of a single digit press against it and swooned.

"Ughhhhhh! Please, Henri, don’t do that! I’m not permitted to have contact with anyone outside of my research group. You must stop, immediately, even if it feels fantastic. I can’t expose myself or the others to any potential source of infection. I must demand that you stop, at once."

"This procedure is part of my assignment with you, Toni. The compliance unit cleared me early this morning and I have been wearing my rubber gloves before touching anything ever since I sanitized my hands there. I’ve made no personal contact with anyone other than members of your unit. Dr. Korrick instructed me to introduce you to a delicate procedure known as ‘rimming’. While it is a very dangerous act without affirming the freedom of infection, first, you are quite safe with me. I enjoy this practice with only safe members cleared by the research facility.

Testing your reactions to my unsolicited touches was also a part of today’s assignment. We are pleased by your sudden repulsion, but you must try to repel any attempt at such invasion mush sooner, in the future. I was able to touch your tender rosebud long before you reacted to it. From where you are sitting, you couldn’t see that I had removed my glove beforehand. That was far too late to avoid the possibility of an unwarranted invasion by a virulent form of parasite. Right doctor?"

My supine position limited my field of vision. Turning my head, I saw that Dr. Korrick was observing us. "Jane! How long have you been standing there?"

"I’ve been watching the two of you from inside of Henri’s office while he slowly reduced your inhibitions to the point of rendering you unknowingly susceptible to danger, Toni. Unfortunately, we’ll have to cancel your jaunt on the town that was planned for this evening. You have to learn how to be keenly aware of imminent danger and be prepared to extricate yourself before it is too late. If you have any doubt that a situation may cause your exposure, regardless of how remote, you must know how to stop whatever you are doing immediately and summon help.

In this case, you were subdued by shackles, unaware of the availability of your protectors, and in the company of an amorous suitor who could have been capable of inflicting his will on you, with or without your permission. I can hardly consider your feeble supplications as adequate. Once drugged, he could have freed you from your bonds and you could offer no proof that you weren’t a willing partner. I doubt if you would have resisted him if you weren’t drugged.

As to his being a member of your unit, although it is true, Henri could have been feeding you a line of carefully developed crap for all you know. Some person that would take advantage of you in a situation like this isn’t going to announce his intentions or provide you with signals to tell you whether or not he has an infectious disease, far from it. He’d do his best to conceal it from you, to lull you into trusting him, just as Henri did.

The anger people feel from having been infected by a careless sex partner blinds them from caring whether they will transmit the infection to others. Their only concern is gratification. Knowing they are ill only fills them with a sense of despair. Some unfortunates feel the lack of adequate research for a cure to their malady is responsible for their affliction and adequate research would intensify if more people were to become infected with the terminal disease, drawing attention to the issue. They don’t realize a crisis could result from their actions before remedial action can be identified.

They use that kind of distorted view of reality as an excuse to continue the reckless behavior that caused their infection in the first place. Do you want to expose yourself and others to that kind of danger, borne of their selfish lack of concern for those they contact?"

"Oh, Jane! Dr. Korrick! I was sure he was safe. You brought me out to see him. I’m sorry. How was I supposed to know he was going to tie me up so he could take liberties with me? I trusted him because he was involved in Gentech and told me he was assigned to take care of me. I thought what he did was all part of his assignment." She knew it was a lie. I started to sob. If I weren’t still manacled to the chair, I would have run to her arms for solace. I looked first to her and then to Henri as if I had been betrayed. I had no way of knowing they would test my concerns for security.

"It’s okay, Toni. We did bring you here. I’m not happy that you let Henri get so far. Now you know what could happen. We also knew you’d be safe in his care, but we realize how easily a person can let down their defenses, if the temptation arises. Henri’s charms enable him to seduce a scorpion without putting himself in danger, if he so desired. No one can endure his fine talents for arousal. He trained me when I became a new candidate. As you, I made the same mistake, trusting him. We all did. He is still a part of our unit because he can make an old witch look like Bo Derek and can charm the panties off of a nun.

We were hoping your training progressed sufficiently to alert you to being set up. You could have seen the potential risk you’d be taking by allowing yourself to become isolated in a strange place with a newly introduced individual who controlled the environment. You seemed eager to protect your health and defend your retention in the unit. I was sure you would bolt from the isolation of this back room. You didn’t.

Obviously, we were over optimistic about you. In any event, your reactions were predicted by administration. I made a sizable bet that you’d be more careful than I was when I was put to the test. I lost. I should have known better, too. Dr. Evers was right, again.

I’m sorry if I got you into a tough spot, Toni, but you now know that you have to be extremely wary. Your introduction to womanhood was sudden. Genetic girls all are trained to recognize seemingly innocent yet untoward advances over a period of time, and automatically develop skills to avoid getting into compromising predicaments. You still lack the essential social graces to be able to avoid situations that can lead to certain inappropriate physical contacts from predatory men without creating a scene. Once you gain some poise and develop better defensive communication skills, you’ll know how to put an aggressive man like Henri in his place without effort.

Your obvious blossoming beauty is far too tempting for men like Henri to resist. You can’t blame him for coveting your charms. Irresistible beauty can be just as effective as a spider’s woven web, which can draw men in, and it ensnares them just as easily as a spider’s web can trap a fly. Most beautiful women learn to how carry their beauty with ease, like a sword in a scabbard, only to be wielded when an intended target is within range. To avoid confrontation, you must learn to carry yourself with a guarded dignity or you will ensnare the wrong suitors into your web.

Some women behave indiscriminately in public and carelessly flaunt their charms. They’re frowned upon and called teases, trollops or worse, and often fall victim to lecherous men. Subjecting you to Henri’s seductive skills was intended to expose you to what can happen. Now, you know.

Those women who choose to use greater care and social grace to keep men at bay are the most desirable, but instinctively preserve their charms for fitting suitors. Such latent talent is of significant value to identify and modify men’s predatory instincts, a primary objective of Gentech’s current research.

Several of the responses you provided in your suitability questionnaire suggested remarkable tendencies toward an inherent ability to express a charmingly attractive presence without needing to compromise yourself physically. I was far too optimistic. We hoped to observe how you would extricate yourself from a posed seduction situation on your own.

Instead, you let yourself be put in a precarious position at the mercy of a very talented lecher: Henri. Now I have to scold you properly, as the video being taken is measuring all of our reactions, even the fear and contempt you must feel toward me, Toni for allowing you to get subdued by him. As a result, we’ll now continue to record how you respond to him further.

She stepped closer to my sobbing face and brushed away my tears with her soft hand. "Relax now, baby, so Henri can finish making you pretty."

"I can’t relax, Jane. How can I concentrate on anything? I’m so confused. I disappointed you and now you want me to stay here with him? Why? I’ll be too concerned with what he can do to me while he has me cuffed to this chair to learn how to defend myself. Please, make him set me free, so I can start all over. I’ll be more careful, I promise.

Henri! What are you doing? Stop! Oh, Jane, Dr. Korrick, make him stop! Oh, please, make him stop touching me there." He carefully returned to the task of rubbing my anus with the tip of his bare finger, in slow, almost imperceptible featherlike touches.

Jane leaned over my prostrate form and gently touched the two tips of my ersatz breasts with her forefingers. Her hair cascaded over my face as she lowered her lips to mine. She paused and whispered: "No talking, now. Let me help you to relax. I’ll warm you up for him." She reached forward and took my soft penis in her hand, stroking it, as she stood beside me, with her lips pressed to mine.

I was defenseless. My hands, still cuffed to the chair could only grip the hard armrests as Henri continued to give me a lesson in how men can be dangerous if a woman foolishly lets a man capture her. He stood before me, at the foot of the chair between my widespread knees. The hot towel covering my face was gone. I could clearly see him open a small tube of

Lubricant and place some on his middle finger.

He straddled the footrest of the chair. I could feel the silken texture of his jumpsuit against the insides of my naked calves. Jane obstructed my view of him as she slowly lowered her head down to my rising mast. Her soft breath on my member rekindled my sexual arousal. She took it in with one swift plunge.

As I responded to her delectable adoration of my phallus, a new sensation caused me to moan lowly from the depths of my throat. I could feel Henri’s finger signal its return to my soft rosette. I tried to squirm within my seat to avoid his contact. I visualized a picture in my mind as I involuntarily closed my eyes shut, savoring this new ritual. My anus resisted his determination. I tried to expel his digit, but his onslaught was undeterred, his slow, steady pursuit was insistent. I trembled with clenched teeth and hands. Suddenly, he penetrated the ring of my sphincter and his finger slowly entered my convulsing body.

Agggghhhh! It felt so gooooooood! He slowly retracted his finger and repeated the penetration. Agggghhhh!

Jane continued to lavish the head of my penis with ardent kisses, making audible smooching sounds, causing me to swoon. I could not resist the sensations on my flesh she caused by her vibrating sucking. I could sense that I was about to explode in her mouth from her ministrations. With one quick and deft move, she flicked the base of my shaft with an index finger,

Quelling my eminent ejaculation. My urgency subsided.

Henri’s finger continued to plunge slowly in and out of my rectum. I tried to relax, to ease the pain. In response, he began to rotate his finger, within my quivering bum, increasing my gyrations on his impaling finger. It felt so good, yet was so imposing. It takes minutes to translate into words what I felt in fractions of a second from his persistent ravaging of my most private of orifices. This verbal rendition can’t begin to describe the wonderful rifts of pleasure that coursed through me. I began to reciprocate, opening my greedy orifice by relaxing to encourage him to continue. My desire for deeper penetration was absorptive. I had to have more! He responded as if he knew what I wanted, twisting his finger, stretching the resilient fibers to afford him greater leverage. Suddenly, the tightness increased as a second digit joined the first.

Jane sensed the change and again snapped her extended finger against the base of my cock to diminish the urge to climax. I was grateful, as I didn’t want this magnificent buzz to end. I wanted to continue feeling the wonder of his finger movements inside of me, like nothing I had ever felt in my life, indeed, like none I thought was possible. I wanted to retain my full arousal and continue to relish the sensations he provided.

His articulate fingers quickly withdrew, leaving me feeling empty, craving for further attention. Instead, I felt his moist tongue contact the tenderness of my contracting orifice. Its coarseness startled me. I expected a tongue to feel soft and smooth, as it feels against the sensitive underside of my cock. His tongue penetrated me shallowly, teasing the highly erogenous flesh to grasp at his tongue, as Jane grasped at the flesh of my cock. They initiated a pattern of common movement, guided by Henri’s bobbing head. My flesh was being penetrated and enveloped simultaneously as if I was doing the deed to myself. Their strokes were in perfect harmony.

I could sense movement above me. I opened my clenched eyes to find that Jane could stand beside the now lowered barber’s chair to hover at the proper distance above me with her excited phalanx pointed directly at my open mouth. Her cock slipped between my open lips and her projectile plunged deep, filling my throat with her rigid male flesh, ringed by a raised skirt, draped about the base. I moved my head to the side to greedily take in her offering and oblige her desire. With concentration, she began to rock in pace and penetration of the other penetration of my body, melding the sensations into a single composite of every nerve of my being. I was floating in space, void of physical awareness, only cognizant of the steady explosive neural responses in my mind.

I wished my hands were free to heighten my pleasure with tactile caresses of her magnificent breasts. I also wished mine were as nice, to feel her body brush up against them as she plunged into me and I plunged into her and Henri plunged into my anus.

The cock in my mouth began to tremble. I sensed the pulsations and was washed with a glow of heat as her copious gift triggered my own orgasm. I swallowed and swallowed, as did she. Each spurt of my cock caused a reflex action under me where my circular muscle grasped at Henri’s hard tongue. He thrust into me in perfect cadence with my penile contractions.

Henri’s tongue found a spot deep within me that precipitated massive jolts of heavenly nerve reaction. I almost passed out from the exertion.

My senses slowly returned to normal. I lay exhausted in the chair, basking in what I would soon learn was my first internal orgasm. I was always led to believe that men could not share such terrific inner explosions of sexual pleasure. In my limited experience, I had read that women enjoyed such deep inner thrills, and Dr. Sims confirmed that for me only last week.

How could I feel such intense, deep reactions to Henri’s ardent attentions? How could is tongue reach so deep inside of me into my nether eye? Was I truly being changed inside into a true woman by the chemicals in those implants they put into me, and so quickly? It was only done this morning!

 

Dr. Korrick’s shaking of my left shoulder released me from my reverie. "Toni? Toni, wake up!" Standing on the left side of the chair, she undid the loose bonds from my wrists, while Henri slipped both his hands under me, hefting me into an upright position.

"Did you enjoy my deep kiss, my dear?" Henri inquired as he resumed his work on my unseen head of hair.

I could only sit speechless, shaking the cobwebs, until total fatigue set in...

Minutes crept by before I could untangle my tongue to respond to Henri’s inquiry. I carefully tried to shape words in my mind as the pressure on my ribs reminded me of my corset’s tight constriction on my torso. "How come I was able to respond like that? How did he do it, Dr. Korrick?"

"Remember when I told you that you have a rare talent to offer to our unit, Toni? Well, your reactions confirm what we discovered upon viewing your x-rays and later when we carefully examined your M.R.I.. You’re equipped with a few extra parts inside of you, honey. It’s possible that you may have acquired an early interest in your fetish in response to the special needs that are first beginning to develop inside of you as you mature.

Naturally, you haven’t had any physical signs to indicate that you have the extra parts, and they aren’t fully developed, but you do possess some very rare components that appear to be female glands that have been latent, waiting for you to grow up. By manipulation, Henri was able to titillate them to prove that you, a man, can experience sexual excitement like a woman, and continue to ejaculate like a man. How’s that for a birthday surprise?"

"How can that happen, Dr. Korrick? I grew up like every other boy, without any tendency to dress up in girl’s clothes, until I started thinking of Louise as my girlfriend and hopefully, as my future wife. I thought I was a normal guy. I like girls! Did my dressing up cause me to start growing the female parts? It doesn’t make sense. Guys can’t change their sex simply because they like to feel the hem of a skirt touching their legs want to. Can they?"

"No, by all the rules we know of, they can’t; however, there are a few rare species of ocean fish that can and do change sex as they mature. We are baffled as to how they do it, or what precipitates the change of sex, but we have been researching that issue in another unit to find out for some time. That’s not the issue we want to pursue.

As far as we can tell, your recent crossdressing has nothing to do with the glandular development. Indeed, it’s possible you were inclined to dabble in the fetish because of your unique dual gender characteristics. That too is pure speculation. It may be a mere coincidence. Time will tell.

Today we demonstrated that you could experience female orgasms. Now, that’s quite an accomplishment in itself. We purposely withheld telling you about your unique glandular composition, so that you couldn’t try to fake what you were feeling as you were being stimulated to orgasm. We opted for total surprise on your part, with neural response metering to assure it was genuine. We haven’t any previous record of any person being that bi-sexual. We can’t disclose these results until the neural response are fully analyzed. Without prior examples to compare, it won’t be an easy task to convince the scientific skeptics. They can be very hard nosed about data verification. We need to continue studying and expand our research to find out the extent of your capabilities and replicate what we just encountered about how you can respond sexually.

I tried to tell you that you were a rare gem, Toni. Well, now you know why.

You’re one of a kind. Now that we know it’s possible, we’re trying to locate other potential subjects with similar glandular anomalies to verify what we feel can be a monumental stride in genetic research. You can see why we must be overly protective of you, don’t you?"

"Does this mean you’ll want me to be a woman someday, change into one for real? Will my body change completely into a woman’s by itself?"

"Probably not, but that’s a good question, Toni. Some changes may occur to your body of its own accord. We don’t know that yet. You’re still young and developing. We have no idea what to expect. The development can stop at any time. We simply don’t know what will happen. We have to wait and see, carefully recording your maturation as it occurs. I hope you won’t want to change your attitude about being a subject, now that you know that you are so unique."

"No. It does change my attitude though. I want to help as much as I can, now that I know that. Why in the world did I start to develop these glands?

I only wanted to fantasize about being a girl, not become one. I can’t recall ever wanting to have female body parts, for real, I mean. It’s weird. They must have started to develop when I became obsessed with knowing what it would be like to be a girl."

I don’t think your crossdressing had anything to do with feminine glands being there in your body. Their development had to start long ago. Though you were born predominantly male, some repressed, diminutive female organs were likely present from the very beginning. When you start to study anatomy and human biology of fetal development, you’ll learn how humans evolve into either one sex or the other according to the building blocks called chromosomes in your DNA.

Most people have distinct chromosomes, which dictate a person’s early fetal development of one sex or the other. In rare instances, chromosomes do not clearly dictate the development of a person’s sexual organs. Very rarely, a miniscule few are born with two complete sets of reproductive organs. The medical community refers to them as hermaphrodites. Most hermaphrodites are outwardly more female than male in behavior and have prevalent female secondary characteristics. Again, that happens only very, very rarely. More often, in the research of genetics we encounter subjects with very limited sexual anomalies. We find a few men who have limited active lactation glands within their mammary. More frequently, few women are born with extremely diminutive male attributes, accompanying fully functional female genitalia.

A fully developed apparent male having fully functional female genitalia is unheard of, in conjunction with fully developed, functioning male genitalia. Your genetic composition falls somewhere in between, so your talents are indeed, extremely rare. You can appreciate how important you are to the Gentech research study.

You are the first male dominant human subject to volunteer for the study of dual-sexuality. The potential genetic insight we can uncover warrants our due diligence. We must do all we can to protect you, Toni. You could provide the genetic key to sex determination in fetal development. You might even help uncover the mystery of the creation of human intellect. What is it that enables man to excel in intelligence, far beyond what the other primates a capable of?

Toni, I’m sure you want to take part in helping to find a real breakthrough someday, but we mustn’t rush things. The program administrators want us to adhere to strict research protocol. They are carefully charting your steps

And will proceed to provide guidance based on the intense observation of the tapes we generate. The sexual roles they have introduced may seem to be overly erotic, but their careful study will enable us to measure your dual responses. No research team has successfully achieved this in a clinically controlled study before. We’re traveling in uncharted waters.

Well, today’s exercise certainly confirmed your capacity to experience dual sexuality. I’m very jealous of you. I wish I could orgasm internally as you did. I can hardly wait to review the telemetric data. So, do you think you can stand up?"

"Not really. My head is still reeling from what you just said. Not only that, but I still feel odd, kind of gooey inside."

"What you are feeling is known as ‘afterglow’. Men rarely feel an intense post-climatic euphoria, as most women do following sex.

It’s nature’s way of telling women to remain comfortably on their backs, to relax and let the little buggers find their way to their target: a mature ovum waiting to be fertilized. Neither Donna, nor Henri, nor I have ever felt the way you must feel right now. Regardless of how much modification we’ve had, we still can’t have the maternal nurturing sensations that are coursing throughout your system. With your help, maybe we’ll discover the neural mechanisms that enable women to experience utter contentment by their performing the marital act.

If we could chemically induce that same neural pattern in transsexuals like myself, many men who feel that they were born in the wrong body would be forever grateful to you, Toni. Although we can surgically transform men into women, we still can’t enable them to procreate, nor can they become aroused sexually like women, nor can they enjoy the ‘afterglow’.

I wish we could replicate it right now. I’m willing to stand first in line to be tested. We would be one step closer to providing total fulfillment to those who feel it is essential to make the transition from male to female. Some of us would be better off if we were women. The current surgical procedures can make us look like one, but we still can’t ‘feel’ like real women.

Try to stand up, Toni. Let me help you to ‘cool down’."

She stood behind me, massaging my shoulders, while delightful shivers of sheer pleasure continued to flash between my tiny nubs, through my tummy, down to my groin. "So that’s how women feel after sex."

"Not only after having sex, Toni. Women have ‘hot flashes’ at any time. By merely walking down a street on a delightfully bright, sunny day, they may suddenly be possessed by urgent pulses of sexual tension for no apparent reason. Or, by feeling their delicate clothing caress their soft skin, they can be obsessed with a need, a sudden urge to copulate.

There was method to our madness when we had you remove all of your body hair. Women have to learn by experience how to trigger their mating urges, as you did. It takes developing, but once they master it, it happens to some of them at the slightest provocation. Others never have sudden involuntary ‘flashes’. For generations, various social taboos inhibited many women from admitting that having sexual needs solely for pure enjoyment of the physical rush it provides them. Women who repress the urges cheat themselves out of the pleasures of sex for the sake of social acceptance. No one wants to be labeled a nymphomaniac.

For those who don’t repress the urge, the rewards are so bountiful; they could give a hoot about being labeled. Why can’t women have the same rights men have about acknowledging the benefits of human copulation?

If all men knew how good the act feels for women, or could experience the comforting rewards of ‘afterglow’, they night be more considerate, and be more gracious, to insure all women got to enjoy at least one orgasm every time they have sex together. They might even be less violent and eager to get it over with so quickly, or—well, I have some videotapes for you that will explain all of this in detail. Right now, it’s time to return to the unit.

Henri must have a jillion things to do before he can close up shop, and it’s getting late."

Henri spun the barber chair around while Jane took the sheet away from the mirror over the counter and sink. He shouted: "Voila!"

Voila? My hair was a pearly white with a smidgeon of yellow highlights. This madman transformed me into a sexy bleach blonde! The initial shock of seeing a completely different person looking back at me from the mirror took my breath away. Sitting bolt upright, the flesh at the top of my tight corset quivered. I looked like a blonde bimbo, a wet dream! Every man who crossed my path would want to grab me and drag me into the nearest motel! How could I walk down a busy street or through the mall we were at to return to the hospital this way?

"Shall we join Donna and Louise up front? They’ve been patiently waiting for us for over an hour. It’s nearly suppertime. We can all stay and have a quiet dinner at a restaurant here at the mall, or proceed directly back to the hospital. Your choice, birthday girl."

I wished I could lounge here in the back of Henri’s shop longer, basking in my mew revelation of feminine capacity. I looked the part of a slave to sex.

I wondered if I was expected to perform like one. It would require getting used to, but I still felt fortunate that I could express myself as a gorgeous girl and enjoy the feelings Henri evoked earlier. Two sets of feelings!

Wow! In the back of my mind, new dedication set in to reveal the triggers that caused those fabulous sensations to the team as soon as possible. It was my duty to communicate team effectively to the research unit. Louise would be so proud. I knew she’d be ecstatic when I’d tell her.

She and Donna met us in the front of the shop. They were smiling and carrying several large packages. "There are more in the trunk of Jane’s car. These wouldn’t fit in, Toni. You’re simply going to love what Donna and I picked out. We’ll take anything that you don’t like off of your hands."

Donna whispered into my ear, so Louise wouldn’t hear her. "Did Henri treat you to a double lip massage?" I turned red as a beet. She knew!

 

Chapter Three.

 

Dr. Korrick spoke up to avoid my having to respond to Donna’s query. She quietly advised Donna and Louise that I failed a security check included in our visit to the salon. As a result, our planned evening out to celebrate my birthday was to be canceled. A look of dismay crossed their faces. I could see daggers shooting from their mind’s eyes. Both of them looked at me menacingly.

 

"I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it! They set me up in there!" I pointed to the back room with a thumb flipped over my shoulder. Neither one of them said a single word about my new hairdo nor it’s stark new color. For all these two cared, Henri could have shaved my head bald. All they worried about was a night out on the town. How was I to know there’d be a test to find out if I was careless? "Henri seemed nice, and the stop was scheduled, so I was lulled into thinking I should trust him. Give me a break! Let’s get a pizza as long as we’re here at the mall, and make the most of the trip."

Their silence conveyed their deep disappointment over my security slip. If I’d have known my screwing up would put the kibosh on the outing, I’d have been more cautious. Jane tried to ease the sting of the cancelled plans and break the icy chill they oozed by remarking that pizza wasn’t on my diet, so I could forget that idea. If we’d like to eat out, we could all stop for a Caesar’s salad, with a bit of white wine, or if we preferred, we could opt for a mini low-cal sandwich from Subway, since we missed lunch.

Again, silence prevailed as we left the shop and walked through the mall’s concourse. I stopped, stomped my foot just like a girl would and yelled at them. "Stop acting like I was a leper, you zombies! I said ‘I’m sorry!’ What else do you want? !!!"

Heads turned at my outburst. People gave the four of us funny looks. We all recognized my very feminine sounding voice and typical female pout. It was shocking to me, more than it was to them. "Quickly, girls, let’s get to the car before Toni causes a scene. She’s too upset now to eat here. You had better calm down, Toni! We’re in public, for Pete’s sake!" Urged Jane.

We silently proceeded out of the mall and to Jane’s car in haste. I had a right to be upset. They had no right to be angry with me. I didn’t cancel the plans for the evening. Jane did. The security test wasn’t my idea. So what if I let Henri lash my wrists to the barber chair. I was in safe hands.

Leastwise, I thought so. Jane didn’t have to take it out on them. She could have used some other way to insure I’d be more careful in the future. She unfairly made me out to be the bad guy. They should be angry with her, not me. As we drove back to the research facility, all their eyes averted making contact with mine. I chose to stare out of the window of the car, to not let them see how upset I was. I was crying inside, silently.

Dr. Korrick whisked me back to the building, while both Donna and Louise tarried far behind us, not wanting to get into more trouble by furthering my indignant outburst. Serves them right, I thought. Neither of them had the decency to compliment my new hairstyle. All they cared about was a good time. I thought that was very selfish of them.

 

I was too upset to see the look they got from Dr. Korrick back at the mall or the concern she conveyed with it. They knew something had to be very wrong. I sensed it, but was too upset over their reaction at the store for it to register in my brain. We silently waited for the secure elevator.

When we arrived at my room, she immediately got on the phone to advise someone of our arrival. I overheard her phone conversation: "Did you pick up any unusual signals, after we left Henri’s? --- Damn! We were out of range when Toni suddenly let out a tirade of unpredicted anxiety. Yes, she was very upset. She’s here with me now. It was totally feminine. She even stomped her foot like some teenager throwing a tantrum with her parents. It was totally feminine. He’s here, listening. --- Sedation? That’s out of the question. It would stifle the anxiety and we’d lose the post trauma readings that are coming through now. I wish we could have been in range. Those readings would be priceless.

What? Henri was still recording and got them? Thank God! Great! Send a courier for them or have him drop them off, stat!

----- I don’t care! He may have another attack. Let’s not subdue the stress. Yes it was severe. You should have seen him." Dr. Korrick looked over at me and smiled. My hearing her telling the other party about my outburst at the mall was okay as far as she was concerned. She waved me over to her with a wrist flip. I didn’t want to interfere with her phone conversation, so I didn’t move from where I was standing. She continued talking into the phone.

"He actually peaked the meters twice after the session at Henri’s? ------ Henri got them both? That is great news! The first was his reaction to my telling the girls the party was off? --- Yes, that one was what we expected. No, we didn’t expect him to fly off the handle out in the mall, in public. The first was apparently a typical male reaction. We expected that.

When they continued to exhibit displeasure, he became frustrated and he lashed out at them, like a spoiled brat, right in public, a female brat.

No, I wasn’t ready for it, Dr. Evers. How could I be? I never saw a reaction like that in any subject before. Yes, --- yes, --- I know you were sure he’d fail. I hoped otherwise. I felt he had at least a chance to show he had the presence of mind to recognize the risky position we put him in. You know why I feel as I do. (She was referring to the years of slow indoctrination to suggestions that were administered by Louise under Dr. Evers’ direction.) It was not a long shot on my part! I’ve been in as much contact with Toni as Dr. Sims. He almost did bolt from the back room at Henri’s. He knew it being left with Henri might be risky, but was lulled by my complacency. He trusted me too much, not to expose him to the risk. It was my fault. I made the shop out to be friendly territory. It masked any threat to trigger his fear.

I bungled it. I should have cautioned him to be more wary. I also think we moved too quickly to put him to a test. I’m still convinced he would have passed if I had given him a clue as to what we expected of him. --- No! It is not too much to expect so soon, but------ okay, if I’m at fault, we’ll call it a draw. I don’t think the difference of opinion is important.

What is more important is the sudden change in Toni. He saw immediately that his tirade was typically female. Certainly he can hear me. Don’t you think Toni knows we know he reacted like a girl? I don’t see the point of not telling him he made a breakthrough. He’ll have to participate in the interpretation. Won’t he?" She sat down next to the telephone, as if she would be on the line for a while. It didn’t bother her that I stood by listening to her every word.

"Review the tape from Henri. Before you decide, there’s one more thing to consider. Toni had a feminine orgasm, as you hoped he might, but it was far more intense than you suspected. I was there. I don’t think his listening to our conversation matters. In fact, I think he should. He already had the orgasm. He doesn’t need to be coddled. I explained why already, as per your instructions, if it happened. Watch the tape. I think he’s way ahead of schedule. ---- No, I don’t know why, either. That’s for you to figure out."

"I should stay with him and continue to observe. Oh, send over those five prepared tapes. He seems ready and eager to continue. He shouldn’t go anywhere for a while until we --- Fine. --- Let me work out what we’ll do with the girls this evening. Consider canceling his classes for a few days as well. I doubt if Toni can keep his mind on class work. It will give him time to concentrate on what’s going on inside of him. --- I’m Sure. He’s a good sport and will dive right into it. --- Good, later, ‘bye." She hung up.

"Toni, you shocked the pants off of us. That verbal trouncing you gave to Louise and Donna came out of left field. You acted far more feminine in character than we thought was possible in so short a time. We knew that your being in close contact with Donna and I would have an effect on your being able to pick up feminine behavior patterns easier, but you’ve had no serious training in female mannerisms, yet you act precisely like a girl in your circumstance would. There wasn’t a trace of masculinity in the blatant performance you gave us at the mall. You’re a lot more female in you than you think. Our guess is that the slightest introduction of estrogen into your system, which just started this morning, immediately freed up the feminine side of your personality. We have to figure out how to channel it properly.

You know that reaction to the cold shoulder the girls gave you couldn’t have come from a man, not in a million years. Right?" I nodded my head up and down, too confused and annoyed to speak. My shrug caught her attention. I must have responded like a girl would.

"This is marvelous, Toni! It could possible cut months off of the schedule we approximated. You kick started your girlhood like: BANG! Aren’t you thrilled? Think of the possibilities!"

"Thrilled? Me? I’m scared silly. I don’t know why I acted like that. It might seem thrilling to you. How am I supposed to react? In one day, I find out I’ve got extra parts that I didn’t know about, I got seduced by a man that I never met before, and you helped him. Sure, I figured something like it would happen eventually, but I expected it to be Mike, not my hairdresser!

Beside that, he’s a flaming fag, not a normal guy like Mike.

Look what he did to my hair! I’m an overnight bimbo! How is Louise going to react, once the initial shock wears off? I expected some interaction with guys, but I expected it to be tame and I’d have a lot more guidance before you wanted me to date a guy. All I figured the research study needed was to measure how I react to looking like a girl around men. Mike will expect me to jump into bed with him in a hurry once he sees how much you’ve changed me. You look like regular women look.

I look like a wet dream. I admit that I like it, but I don’t know how to behave with a guy, yet. I barely knew how to respond to any advances at all until you took me to bed for the first time, and that happened only this morning. I’m not you. There’s no way you can ask me to spend any time alone with a guy like Mike. I’ll freak out if he tries to touch me.

I’m too scared. I’m not ready for any of this. I want to know exactly what you expect of me next. You and Dr. Evers seem to have this entire study all planned out, but were keeping me in the dark about the intensity of the study. You’d better get Dr. Evers back on the phone. I need help!

 

"Amazing! You sound just like a typical young teenage girl, who was just asked out for her first date with a boy, Listen carefully, Toni." She touched my arm. "I wanted you to hear my side of my conversation with Dr. Evers because it’s time for you to become aware of what is planned. That’s why I told Dr. Evers to send over five new videotapes that will provide you with much more information about the purpose of this study. After you watch them, I think you’ll be better prepared to proceed with the study and will know what to expect. You will want to watch them carefully, won’t you?"

"Certainly ma’am."

 

To be continued in part seven.

 

 

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