The Center

by Jennifer White

 

"My name is Mike, and I'm an alcoholic" I said. I had been through so many classes, so many programs, but I kept falling back into my drinking. This was the last chance I really had. After my blackout while I was driving (on a suspended license no less), if I didn't get clean this time, I was going to jail. For a long time.

I had lost my job, my wife had divorced me, and that just made things worse. I kept turning to the bottle. But of course, that didn't really solve anything, did it?

We went around the room, each person a hard-core addict of one type or another. For some it was drugs. For some, alcohol. For some, gambling. But in all cases, we were beyond our capabilities to get over our problems, and needed serious help.

This program was supposed to be the best one by far. It had an incredibly high success rate, but it was free if you agreed to volunteer to work for two years after you graduated. You would get free room and board, as well as health care. After the two years, you could stay on with their program, or go out on your own. I was broke, and had little choice otherwise. Anything was better than going to jail for 12-15 years!

 

* * *

 

"Thank you everyone for sharing" said Kelly, our class 'facilitator'. "It is a hard thing to admit that you have a problem, especially in front of a group".

We had all done so many programs that it wasn't even shameful anymore for me to admit my problem.

 

"We have an exciting program for you here, which you will find very interesting. We have an alternative approach with a very high success rate. This will be very different for all of you, and you will find some things hard to do or to accept. So I am handing out personal contracts. These are legally binding documents. Anyone who wants out, this is your last chance. There is the door. If you want to stay in the program, then initial each page, and sign on page twenty by all of the X's."

 

I didn't even bother to read all the fine print junk. I had signed 'contracts' before. Just a stupid gimmick to try to make you do something. I had tried that in another program. I guess this one wasn't as innovative as they claimed. Oh well, the worst I could do was to fail again. I needed a beer. I was getting tired.

 

Nobody left the room. We all signed, and handed in the contracts.

"I'm glad that you're all so willing to change" said Kelly. "Now we can get down to business."

A man in a uniform came and locked the door, literally. That's when I noticed the bars on the windows. I guess this place was more like a prison than a hospital. But I had been in 'secure' treatment centers before. No big deal.

 

"This treatment has different tracts for men and for women. Women: please get up and follow Roger to your classroom. You will start on Phase IV. Men, remain here. You need to go through Phase I"

"Why do the broads get to skip ahead?" asked one man.

"You'll find out. In good time. With luck, you'll reach Phase IV soon enough."

 

The women all left the room through the other door.

"Now then, we can begin. Our treatment plan is based on a little known but important fact. There are many many cases where a woman has an addiction, like smoking or drinking. But when she becomes pregnant, something within her changes. The health of the baby becomes more important than her having fun or getting high. So she'll change her behavior, for the sake of the baby."

"Isn't this the speech for the chicks?" asked the same guy.

"Yes and no. Yes, what I said is true only for women, and you are men. But also no, it does apply to you, because in order for you to take advantage of this fact, you will become women."

There was generally laughter.

"Not me! You can't make me into a chick!" said the heckler.

"Sorry, but in a way, you already are a woman" she said.

There was silence.

"Didn't you read page 16, paragraph III, subsection IX? No? Well that stated that you are officially changing your legal name to reflect your new gender. You signed away your maleness, and agreed to become a woman. And it is official now: the papers will be filed with the state, and you will be a woman in the eyes of the government. So in a way, you're a woman already."

There was a loud rush of arguing and yelling. The big guy in the uniform came back in.

"If I have to ask Roger to quiet you down, your trip to the infirmary will slow down your progress. Of course, when you're bleeding and unconscious, we can begin to administer your first estrogen doses. It's all up to you."

We all shut up.

 

* * *

 

We were taken to our rooms. Mine had two beds. I hoped I didn't get a lousy roommate. There was a place on the door for two name tags. There was only one, and it said "Mona". They had taken our bags when we checked in. I found mine on the bed, but inside of it, all my clothes were gone. They were replaced with women's clothes, underwear, bras, and stuff. I wasn't going to wear that!

I looked around the room. The bathroom was furnished with makeup, blow dryer, hairspray, and more girly stuff I didn't understand. Everything was painted pink. There were vases of flowers. I hated it. As I was looking around in disgust, an announcement came on the PA: "Everyone report to the cafeteria at once. This is not a drill"

 

We all walked down there, shaking our heads. What the hell was the place?

"Hello, I am Tina" said a beautiful woman standing before us in a dark blue business suit with a knee length skirt. She had long hair, a pretty face, nice legs. She perked up our interest. I know that I wanted her.

"Welcome to the treatment center, or as we call it here 'The Center'. I know you are all confused after what you've heard already, so I am here to help answer any questions you have. But first a few things to go over."

"First of all, this is the last time you will wear your 'male clothes'. Some of you may have already discovered your new wardrobes in your rooms. You are required to wear them while at The Center. You should know that bras are mandatory, even now when your chests are flat. Also, leg and armpit shaving is mandatory. I suggest that you shave your chests, but if you decide not to, you will naturally lose the hairs, and have more cleaning work to do. Your choice."

"Meals are served at 8, noon, and 6. You will be on a strict diet here. And no smoking, and no alcohol! There are exercise classes at 6am and 8pm. I suggest you try to attend both. You all have weight to lose, and need to improve your figures."

"Lastly, as you might have guessed, there is no contact with the outside world here. While you are at The Center, you will spend 100% of your time training. There will be no distractions. Any questions?"

 

I was really upset. No alcohol?

"I don't want to be a woman" said one man defiantly.

"I understand. You can do this willingly....or we can take you to the extreme treatment ward, and change your mind. Literally. If you won't enter this willingly, we will reprogram your mind, wipe you out, and put a female personality in your place. If you'd like to, we can start on that immediately."

The man just stared at the floor.

"What if I run away?" said another.

"This is a secure facility. You can't. If we catch you plotting to escape, or attempting something, we'll take you to the extreme treatment ward, and you'll never even think of doing it again. Another thing we could do is to inject you with drugs, and drop you off at your local police station. You're all here as a last resort before jail. How'd you like to go into jail, wearing a dress?"

There was a lot of muttering. We were all stuck here, and we knew it.

"Why do I have to have a woman's name?" asked someone.

"Because you're going to become a pregnant woman. So you need an appropriate name. If you were a pregnant woman named 'Jack' would that seem proper?"

There were laughs.

"Why are there two beds in our rooms?" asked someone.

"After a few days, a real woman will move in with you. She will be your 'sister', and help to guide you into your new life. She will live with you, be with you all the time, and introduce you to the joys of womanhood. Of course, there will be no sex allowed. Your sister will be very well trained. If you even attempt anything with her, well, I think you understand by now that the punishments here are very severe..."

I wasn't about to try to disobey the rules! But living with a woman, it would be hard not to put the moves on her, particularly if she looked anything like Tina here.

"You are all tired. Go to your rooms, take a shower. Don't forget to shave your legs. Put on your nighties and take a nap. Your class schedule will be slipped under your door overnight. You all start tomorrow on your road to womanhood. Have a nice day."

 

I went to my room as instructed, showered, shaved, put on the silky powder blue nightie (which made me feel foolish), and went to bed.

 

* * *

 

When I woke up, I was in for quite a shock. Actually, a couple of them.

 

First of all, I opened my eyes, and rolled over a bit. My view was blocked with....hair. Long hair. On *my* head! I had long hair somehow, at least shoulder length if not more. I couldn't quite tell. I reached up to pull off the wig, but discovered that it was in fact my own real hair!

As I put my arms down, the sides brushed against something strange. On my chest. I had...tits. Large ones! They were also real. They were large, firm, and real. I knew the difference between real ones and implants, from all the girls I had dated. And these were real ones. Impossible! I must be asleep! But no, it was true.

I got up in a panic, and looked at myself in the mirror. I had long hair (which was a bit of a mess), and a pair of hooters. Me! I was just shocked beyond all belief. How was this possible? It was my face, my body, except that I had two large mounds of female flesh on my chest, protruding out ahead of me. Impossible! And I had to brush the long hair out of the way so I could get a better look at *them*. How could the be a part of me?

 

There was a knock at the door, and a strange woman entered. She had long black hair, a pretty face, about five foot eight, nice figure, and breasts bigger than my new ones. She was a knockout. She was carrying a purse, and pulling a piece of wheeled luggage.

"Hi there Mona, I'm Sarah" she said, holding out her hand to shake mine. I felt so embarrassed looked like I did. It almost made me cry.

"I'll be your sister" she said, "so don't worry about how you look. I've done this many times before."

"How is this possible?" I said, as I checked to make sure that all my other 'equipment' was still in place. It was.

"Men are so superficial" she started. "When we first opened The Center, we started men wearing dresses and all of that. But they are so hung up on meaningless things. A bald woman, or one with short hair, is still a woman. A flat chested woman is still a woman. But a man who is being feminized doesn't start to truly realize until he has things like boobs. Or long hair. Like you do now. So as a first step, we give you some of those traits, so that your new gender identity will sink in faster."

"But how Is this possible? I only went to bed last night, and when I woke up..." I said.

"You were out for three nights dear. They applied a process to you. Part of The Center does cancer research for a woman's hospital. We've unlocked one of the secrets of breast cancer, learning why sudden unchecked growth occurs in some women. We've learned how to tame the process, and apply it to anyone, in order to naturally grow tissue in the breasts. So instead of a lump which needs to be removed, you get real, normal, mammary tissue. All it takes is the right hormones, the right conditions, and bang! Your boobs grow. And more importantly, we can help correct cancer in women, without them having to undergo surgery."

"But why was I out, I still don't..."

"It takes all your body's energy to grow boobs so quickly. So you were sedated while it happened. The hair growth on your head is an interesting side effect we found. And while you were out, we started with the subliminal reprogramming. As your mind recovers, you'll find that it has been ever so slightly shifted. That and the effects of the estrogens which were used in the process. Those will also alter your brain in subtle ways. You won't notice anything for months though. But at least you have a good start on your new body image. Now get showered, get your bra on, and lets get you dressed up!" she said with a smile.

I was in too much of a shock to really absorb all that she had said. I mindlessly showered, shaved my legs and my armpits. I washed my new breasts, and was amazed at how the felt, how sensitive to the touch certain areas were, and how the newly enlarged nipples felt when I rubbed them. I got really hard, and had to "relieve myself". I couldn't believe that my very own chest was giving me sexual arousal. I was turned on by my own tits!

 

After the shower, I dried off and put on my clothes. It took a couple of tries to get the stupid bra to hook up, and then I found that I had the wrong hook into the wrong loop! I had to get it off, and do it again. How do chicks do it?

I felt the tug of weight on the straps, as the cups supported my new breasts. I'd never get used to this. I felt again like I was going to cry. I put on my skirt and my blouse, and gaped at myself. If you couldn't see all my face, you'd swear I was a chick. No!

"How's it going in there Mona?" asked Sarah.

"I'm almost ready" I said, as she opened the door and walked in.

"Oh look at you! You're so pretty! Come on, lets get some makeup on you, then we can go to breakfast."

She brushed my hair, and applied the makeup to my face. I gaped at the transformation. Instead of a tangled mat of hair, it now looked pretty and full. My face also looked so different in makeup. I could not believe how my eyes looked with liner, mascara, and shadow.

"You'll learn how to do all this soon" she said, as she led me by the hand to the cafeteria after I pulled on my pumps, teetering a bit with the new stance I had to use in these shoes.

 

I had to admit that I was starving, so I carefully walked with her. I almost tipped over a time or two, but she was there to catch me. Normally, my heart would have been racing from holding the hand of a knockout woman like Sarah. But instead, with my new tits, I lost any urges I might have felt towards her at the moment.

When we arrived, there were a few of the men there, and more arriving. They were all in the same boat as I was; they had big breasts, long hair, and were wearing makeup and dresses for the first time. I had to admit that some of them looked really good, and I was actually a bit jealous of them, or of the ones who had bigger breasts that I did.

I recoiled at the thought. Why should I be jealous of that? They must hate it as much as I do. But when I looked at one of them, who had at least DD cups, then looked down at my C's, I felt somewhat inadequate.

When I looked at the 'sisters' who accompanied the men, all of them knockouts, I also felt a sudden rush of inadequacy as well. They were all so pretty! Look at them. Their faces, their curves, they way they walked.

 

We ate, and chatted a bit. When we went back to the room to brush out teeth, I asked Sarah something.

"You said that they altered my mind when I was out. I don't feel anything different. What did they do to me?"

"Men and women think completely differently" she said, "so while you're a man, you won't even be able to notice the slightest difference. If you were able to think like a woman, then you'd be able to sense what has changed. It is something at an emotional level that you can't even begin to comprehend."

"I see" I said, using the mouthwash. I noticed my lipstick got on the glass. I'd have to freshen it up.

"Women's brains are also wired differently than men's. Some of these connections will grow in your brain over time, but it is a slow process. You won't even notice anything, it is so gradual. But one day, once all the connections are in place, it will be like rebooting a computer after upgrading the software."

"But I don't want to lose my mind!"

"You won't lose anything. We're just upgrading the software. It will all be there. You. Don't worry honey."

I was plenty worried.

 

* * *

 

The days were filled from morning to night. We had classes. We had exercises. We were trained how to walk, how to talk, how to dress, put on makeup, put together an outfit, and a million other details I won't bore you with.

Sarah was always there with me, helping me, encouraging me. I gauged my progress, based on the other men who were there. Some of us moved at a different pace than others. There was one who was getting worse and worse. His name was Susan.

Susan one day refused to do an exercise that the instructor requested.

"Susan, I'll ask you one more time. Please show us your walk."

"No" said Susan, visibly upset.

The teacher pushed a button on her desk. Three security guards were there in seconds. She pointed to Susan.

"Protocol 3 violation" she said.

The guards dragged Susan away kicking and screaming.

 

* * *

 

It was three days later that we next saw Susan. She had changed, dramatically. We were in the same classroom with the teacher, and Susan was actually *volunteering* to do things. And 'she' was very chatty now. And 'she' even did one thing I couldn't believe.

A guard came in to check if everything was all right in the class. They did that from time to time to show their presence. As soon as he came in the room, Susan was *flirting* with him.

"So there stud, why don't you come visit me tonight? I'm in room 215."

"Its against the rules" he said.

"Oh, won't that make it all the more fun?" asked Susan, practically throwing herself at him.

He turned his back and walked away.

"He's coming to see me tonight" she whispered in my ear. "He wants me!"

 

What had happened? They did something to him, and now he was some sort of sex starved woman. We all looked at each other. By the end of the day, every man in the place knew what had happened to Susan. We all vowed not to get out of line, so they wouldn't do that to us!

 

* * *

 

One day, I asked Sarah a question.

"Sarah, when I first came here, they said I was going to go on estrogen. When are they going to give it to us?"

"Why?" she asked. "Do you want to go on it?"

"I don't know, I was just wondering"

She looked hurt.

"what's the matter? Did I say something wrong?" I asked. "I'm sorry."

Now she smiled.

"I was just testing something. You're starting to gain empathy, which is a wonderful feminine trait. A man doesn't care if he hurts someone's feelings. But you do care. You're coming along nicely. You're far enough into phase III that I can let you in on a little secret."

"What's that?" I whispered. I just loved gossip.

"They started you on it the moment you arrived here." she said.

"But they said I got my first bit of estrogen when they grew my breasts. They said they'd put us on it."

"In a way they did. You know how there are now birth control patches you can use, instead of pills?"

"Yes" I said. I had seen the commercials.

"Well, we use the same technology in your clothes here. Your bra straps, your stockings, the cuffs on your blouses. They all come back from the cleaners with an absorbable does in them. The more you wear the clothes, the more hormones you get. But now that you know, you can start to take pills. Its cheaper, and you're not going to object, are you?"

"Of course not" I said. In fact, I had asked her because I was curious. I sort of wanted to try it, to see what it would do to me. I was too far gone now. I had begun to accept my fate. Perhaps it was that I was getting used to having breasts, long hair, wearing dresses, wearing makeup, all that. But deep within myself, I was starting to get in touch with my emotions! They had been there all along, but I didn't have the capacity to detect them. Now they were getting closer, almost within reach. I needed to explore. And I thought perhaps the hormones might help me in my quest of self-discovery.

"Good. we'll get you on the pills today. Both pure estrogen, and birth control pills. They'll actually help your boobs grow out some more. You want that, don't you. I've seen how you look at the other girls."

It was true. Even from the first day, something inside me was jealous of women who were more 'well endowed' than I. It was one more incentive for me. I nodded and smiled at Sarah.

"You notice how your skin has become softer since you arrived here? That is an effect of the hormones."

"I thought it was the skin cream you gave me to use at night. Did it contain..."

"...yes! Another source to get it into your body. Also notice how you're starting to get curves? It isn't very noticeable yet, but I bet that soon you'll need to get resized for your new proportions."

That was true too. I had wondered why I was losing weight in my waist (from the diet and all the workouts), but my hips and butt didn't seem to be reducing. If anything, my hips felt wider. But my thinning waist was starting to give me the classic 'hourglass' figure I wanted. I *wanted*! I hadn't realize how much I had changed inside until this moment.

 

"Do you remember when I first walked in your door? You wanted me, didn't you" said Sarah.

"Oh yes!" I said.

"You wanted to have sex with me. For the first few weeks, if you weren't so freaked out about having boobs, you'd have jumped me."

I had to nod.

"But now?"

"You're like my sister. My friend."

"And you don't get hard much anymore, do you?"

It was true. I didn't get aroused much anymore.

"What's it like?" I asked, looking up at her.

"What's what like?" she said, grinning back.

"Being a girl. A *real* girl?"

"It's wonderful. But you'll find out for yourself soon enough."

"But how? I have this useless thing between my legs. It doesn't even function like it should for a man, and it doesn't 'go in' like yours...."

"Patience my dear."

"Can't they just cut it off?"

"Patience. You'll get something better. Trust me."

 

* * *

 

I emersed myself in my classes now. I worked hard, even on the little free time they gave us. I wanted to feel what she felt. I didn't know what I was searching for, but I kept at it.

At the same time, I sometimes felt like partying. I hoped they'd bring in some champagne or wine for us soon. I hadn't had a drink in such a long time, I really felt like I needed one. Yes, that had been what got me into trouble in the first place, but I'd be careful this time.

 

* * *

 

It was a day like any other when it happened. I was in the middle of the dance class, doing the fancy steps. I was wearing my leotard, with white leggings. I felt a little wetness going down my leg, like I had just peed a bit or something. But when I looked down, it was a dark red color. I excused myself and ran to the infirmary.

"Nurse, come quick. I cut myself somehow!" I said in a panic. I was getting blood all over my clothes. How would I get them clean? This was going to leave a stain for sure. Darn it!

The nurse had me strip down nude in the shower. Imagine my surprise when I removed my panties, and looked down into them to see a set of male sex organs! What were they doing there? I looked down between my own legs.

I was a woman! For real! It was all gone! It had all come off, on its own. Some blood still flowed from my fresh new wonderful opening. I hadn't just shed my useless male parts, I was having a period! That meant that I had real female sex organs inside. Ovaries, uterus, fallopian tubes, labia, clitoris....all the names we had studied in the biology class they held came back to me. *I* had them now! Me!

I washed off, and the nurse gave me a tampon which I inserted into myself. She had fresh clothes for me which I proudly put on. My first time dressing as a real woman. This called for a celebration! I had her page Sarah, and asked if we could get a glass of wine to celebrate. The nurse glowered.

"You're an alcoholic Mona, you can't drink."

"What harm would one do, just for celebrating?"

"That's how it starts with you, doesn't it? Then it becomes two. Then four. Then the whole bottle. Then you move on to hard liquor."

It was true. That described me.

"I'm sorry, I was just so excited..." I said.

"That's OK" said Sarah. "You're almost to the point where we can cure you of that too. What you *do* get to celebrate is a shopping spree. We're going out, getting your ears pierced, and letting you buy some new clothes and new shoes at a real store, outside. Lets go!"

 

I was so excited! I'd get to be outside for a while! The time at the mall just flew by. I got a new bra, a sundress, two new skirts, a cool shirt, a purse, three pairs of shoes, and a bunch of accessories. I also got my favorite new perfume (the one that Sarah wore). I looked longingly at the wine baskets in one store, but a sharp glance from Sarah rebuked me without words.

I was so sad when our four hours (and my cash allotment) were up, and we had to return. We did sneak an ice cream though before we returned! What bad little girls we were, licking the ice cream, checking out the guys, and undressing them with our eyes!

 

* * *

 

It was now ten days after my first period. Sarah asked me to meet with her in Tina's office.

"Mona, you have now reached the end of Phase III, and you are ready for Phase IV. The final phase in our treatment program."

"What's that?" I said, wondering what else they could do to me. I was completely female now. What else could they possibly do?

"In order to cure you of your drinking, we'll apply a technique I mentioned the very first day if you remember."

I shook my head.

"I said that when a woman gets pregnancy, she becomes selfless. Her baby becomes more important than herself. So all we have to do is get you pregnant, and you'll be cured."

"Me? Pregnant?" I said, stunned.

"Of course. You're fertile now. You're a woman, and you have all the proper sex organs. We implanted some stem cells when you were unconscious from growing your breasts. With time and hormones...your female anatomy grew itself! You're a girl now, so it is time to get you pregnant. Pack up your stuff, you're moving up to the women's ward."

"Women's ward?"

"Where we bring in the real women who come here. The men require extra training before they can move up to the fifth floor!"

 

* * *

 

I moved into my room on the 5th floor. There were lots of sexy clothes in my closet. I just couldn't wait to try them all on! I put on one outfit, with a mini-skirt, when a women I didn't know came into the room after knocking on the door.

"Hello, I'm Betsy. I run this area of The Center. Come with me. Your shift starts now."

My shift? For what?

 

She had me get into the elevator with her. We went down into the basement, then through several hallways until we reached a room. Good. My calves were aching. I wasn't used to walking a long time in six inch heels.

She opened the door, and we went in. The room was dimly lit by candles. The walls were red, with huge curtains. No sunlight came into this room. On one side was a sofa. The other end had a big bed, with satin sheets, fluffy pillows, and a gorgeous canopy.

"This is the panic button. If any of them get too rough on you, just push it, and help will be on the way. Here is the secret door to the bathroom to clean up in between customers. You should try to get them out of here in half an hour or less, so that you can get through more in one day. Don't worry, we screen them all carefully. They won't have any diseases for you to worry about."

I was unable to formulate a reply as she walked out the door and left me there alone. I think I was about to be a prostitute! No! I didn't want that. I tried the door we came in, but it was locked. I tried the other door, and it was locked too.

Only a few moments later, Betsy returned with a man.

"This is Mona. You'll like her. Go easy on her, it's her first day."

"Hi, I'm 'John'" he said. Very funny.

I was about to protest, but when the door shot, and 'John' took ahold of my hand, something inside took ahold of me. Yes, I had been curious to explore my new female sexuality, but I wasn't ready to be with a man. But the moment he touched me, something kicked in.

In what seemed like just seconds, we were stripped naked, and walking to the bed. I was touching him in places I never dreamed I would touch a man. And I was already wet! As a man, it had sometimes taken half an hour to get my woman ready. But my new body just responded instantly, and I was fully aroused! I needed it. I *wanted* it. It wasn't long before I was on my back, my legs spread, and my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I moaned and screamed.

"Yes! Yes! More! Yes! Ooooh!!!!"

"Mona the moaner" he said with a grin.

 

* * *

 

I was a fast learner. I was soon one of the leading women in turn-over rate, bringing in the most money. I was proud. But I was slow in another way. Late to be more specific. I had counted down the days until I should have my next period. But it never arrived!

The weeks became months, and still no period. Could it be? Already? I went in to get tested, and yes, it was true. I was going to be a mommy! I had a baby girl growing within me.

 

* * *

 

That's when everything changed. The nurse offered me champagne to celebrate, but you know what? Tina was right. I didn't want to do *anything* to risk the baby. I had no urge to drink! I was cured! In fact, I've never had a drink again.

Ever since baby Sarah was born (named after my 'sister' of course), I've been clean and sober, living a productive life. Some day, Sarah will grow up to be a pretty girl, just like her mommy. We are so happy together! I have my life in order now, and all is well.

Sometimes I think I'm the happiest woman on earth.

  

  

  

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