The Conversion Chair                      by : Patricia Pendragon

 

Ever since Gus and his father had moved to the large old house his dad had inherited from an eccentric uncle, Gus had found himself a bit lonely. There was plenty to do, but as he had to attend a weekly boarding school some distance away, and hadn’t formed any really close friendships, he seldom had anyone but himself, his father and the help around the estate for company. Not that he really minded, he was a bit solitary by nature and didn’t really fit in with the rather macho image of most of his fellow students.

His father was a busy author and frequently went away to see his publishers, attend book signings and so on. They weren’t short of money and Gus really had everything he wanted. At nearly fifteen, he was still only just beginning to develop and his voice, unlike many of his fellows, had not broken, but begun a gentle slide toward something between child and man. It embarrassed him that people often thought he was a girl when they spoke to him on the phone, and he longed for the gruff tones some of his school friends had developed. His build was also still slight, although he was taller than average, around 5’8" and weighed in at a rather scrawny 115 pounds.

They had been living in the house for about three years by this time and Gus was slowly exploring all the hidden nooks and crannies, discovering long forgotten trunks of clothes and equipment in attics and stores in some of the outbuildings. The trunks afforded him some amusement and he discovered that he enjoyed dressing up in some of the older costumes he found, particularly those for women. The fascinating corsetry gave him scope to explore another of his secret interests, that of mild bondage. With his slight build he easily fitted into even the tightest waisted corset he could find and sometimes even dared to wear a really strange one made of thick leather and actually moulded to an incredible narrow waist. It was so stiff and tight that he could seldom wear it for long however, but it was one of his favourites. Gradually he developed a collection in his room of some of the more interesting examples he could find and wore them whenever he had the house to himself.

One rainy day he discovered an entrance to a basement he had not explored before and, as his dad was away for the day and none of the help was around, decided to explore.

The room appeared to be some sort of laboratory. It was filled with electrical appliances and what, at first glance, looked like early television sets. Closer inspection showed them to be monitors for a computer and, to his surprise, they still worked! He tinkered with these for a while and found that the programmes seemed to be written in some sort of scientific jargon as he couldn’t make much sense out of the scrolling sets of figures, formulae and command patterns. Leaving these he carried on his exploration and discovered something which set his pulse racing hidden behind a curtain screening a deep alcove.

It looked like a chair. It had a seat, armrests, backrest and even foot rests, but these all had features he couldn’t fathom out. The seat was divided, the backrest had what appeared to be a hood that covered the users head. Other devices were folded back over where a sitter’s shoulder would be and there was some sort of shield shaped device in the gap between the two halves of the seat. Boot shaped metal covers folded away from the footrests and similar glove shaped devices folded away from the armrests. Wide straps attached to the backrest and to the seat halves seemed to allow for someone seated in it to be strapped in place. Curious Gus moved closer and studied the devices carefully. He sat, and was startled by a screen lighting up to one side of him! The screen crackled briefly and then words formed on it, a simple statement, which read; "Remove subjects clothing." Curious and titillated by the thought of being a bit ‘naughty’, Gus got up and shed the only clothing he was wearing, a cotton T-shirt and an extremely brief thong.

He sated himself again. This time the screen instructed, "Secure subjects thighs and waist with the belts." With a grin he did as he was instructed tightening the belts as far as they would go. This forced him hard against the backrest. There was a click and a whirring sound and suddenly his genitals were engulfed in a device which rose from below and secured itself from his sparse a soft pubic hair to the base of his spine. As it locked into place the screen commanded, "Place feet in marked positions and hands on rests." Gus hesitated. He wasn’t sure of what was happening here and was beginning to be afraid of what he was playing with. He started to try to undo the belts holding him to the seat. Immediately steel cuffs snapped around his waist, his neck and his arms just above the elbow. These tightened alarmingly as he struggled and he found himself helpless within seconds. The screen lit to another command, "Do not struggle. Place feet on marked positions immediately!"

Again he resisted. This time a mechanical arm extended, its end an open cuff, located his ankles, clamped on them and drew them firmly onto position, where the boot shaped covers snapped shut encasing his feet and lower legs. A new command appeared; "Place arms on rests and hands flat on the armrest," it ordered. Realizing it was futile to resist now, he did as ordered and watched in some trepidation as the metal ‘gloves’ closed over his forearms and hands. There was another whirring sound and he watched as two conical shaped devices unfolded from either side of his head and lowered themselves onto his chest, covering his entire pectoral area. These pressed firmly against him and something inside extended and attached itself to his nipples. He wanted to shout for help but knew this would be utterly futile – no one would hear him anyway! Something else was now happening and he realised that it was the hood device coming down like a helmet over his head. Before he could do anything about it he was engulfed!

A voice intoned dispassionately, "Subject, open your mouth and accept the oral probe!" Almost immediately something clamped his nostrils and he opened his mouth with a squeal of fear, only to have it immediately filled by a thick tube which then expanded filling him completely. He was grateful to be released from the nose pinch but his relief was replaced by outrage as the voice now ordered, "Subject! Prepare to accept the anal probe!" There was a brief pause followed by pressure against his anus, a rush of cool liquid and then the feeling of discomfort as something large pushed past his sphincter and slid deep into his rectum.

The voice droned in his ears as if it was reading off a computer readout, "Subject, Male, pubescent, within conversion parameters. Genetic code in modification. Code modified. Conversion to female commencing!" Gus fainted!

He came to slowly. All the appliances seemed to have retracted from him. He glanced down and almost fainted again – the twin peaks of small firm and very obvious breasts thrust themselves from his chest, their nipples extended and erect in the puckered areolas! Lower down he was aware only of the absence of what should have been hanging from his crotch as he tore the belts loose and struggled to his feet! With a cry of pure fear he realised ‘he’ now sported a rather bulky vulva, and as his exploring finger soon discovered, a clitoris and vagina, currently rather slick as if wet with desire or post-coital ecstasy!

It was some time before Gus could get his mind around what had happened. Then it took him some time to wonder what to do about it. His first thought, was to try and reverse the process. This the machine refused to do, simply giving a readout every time he sat in it which said, "Conversion completed, remove subject from converter."

Gus gave up. Pulling on his thong and the T-shirt he made his way back up to the surface and crossed to the house. In his room he stripped off again and examined himself in the mirror. There was no doubt at all that ‘he’ was now very definitely ‘she’! He sat disconsolately on the bed and considered this carefully. One part of him was overjoyed, he had secretly wished he had been born a woman for some time, but the other part was terrified of what his father, the house help and his school fellows would think and say!

He was still cogitating on this when he heard the sound of his fathers car entering the courtyard. Acting quickly he dressed, using some snug briefs, a very baggy T- shirt and a pair of jeans he pulled on a pair of mules and made his way downstairs to meet his father.

"Hello, old son," grinned his dad, "had a good day?" he asked as he dumped some parcels, a briefcase and his laptop on the hall table. He looked quizzically at Gus in the gloom of the hallway and added, "Looks as if you have something serious on your mind, want to tell me about it?"

"Uh, yes dad," mumbled Gus, "I think I have a big problem!"

"No big deal, come on, let’s go and sit in the study and you can tell me about it!"

"Now," asked his dad, waving him to a chair, "what’s the problem? Broken something priceless? Killed the gardener? Or something more dramatic?" he grinned encouragingly.

"None of those," smiled Gus in spite of himself, "it’s this!" He lifted his shirt and exposed his breasts. "I found an old lab today when I was exploring and there was this chair thing and computers and stuff. I sat down in the chair and for a laugh," he gushed embarrassed, "strapped myself in."

"Oh shit!" gasped his dad as he paused for breath, "that bloody machine is still in working order then!"

"Yes, and, Dad, I’m a girl!" wailed Gus, the implications of his situation suddenly sinking in.

"Hey," gasped his dad, jumping to his feet, "It’s OK! We can sort something out and you’ll be fine." He gave the sobbing girl a hug and held her until she calmed down. "Let’s start with a question. Do you think you can enjoy being a girl?" he asked gently.

"I don’t know," sobbed Gus, "it’s all so sudden! I mean, I often wished I could be, but it never seemed possible! Now I am and I don’t know how I can handle the people at school and all the people we know!"

"The school bit is easy. So are some of the others. I have been thinking of changing your school anyway so we can enjoy a bit more time together and I have to move closer to the city. We’ll keep this place of course, but spend less time here than we have done." He paused for a moment thinking and then said, "There’s something you should know. You may already have discovered it. It’s a one way process, you can’t reverse it once its done. You great uncle was a rather twisted genius. Something of a pioneering inventor and that chair was his piece de resistance! It really only became possible when the computer became easily available about forty years ago. I didn’t think it could be operated automatically, but it seems I was wrong!"

"You mean you knew about it?" gasped Gus.

"Yes I did and intended to tell you about it one day. You see Gus, I was that things first subject. You don’t remember your mother do you?"

"No Dad, but I have seen photo’s….." he stopped as light began to dawn in his mind. "You mean," he gasped, "that YOU are my mother?"

"Got it in one," smiled his dad gently. "You see my dear, you were conceived when I was madly in love with a wonderful man, a real gentleman in fact. Unfortunately he was killed in a car smash shortly before you were born. At the same time I was struggling to get my books published and had adopted a man’s name in a ruse to get sales up on another line of books. They took off and there was a lot of pressure for the author to appear in public. Unfortunately I couldn’t do that without killing my market! No-one would buy those titles if they thought they were by a woman!" She paused and smiled, continuing, "After you were born it got even more difficult. Unmarried mothers were regarded with deepest suspicion and were regarded as social outcasts, so, when uncle Barry suggested I visit him and then offered, if I was willing to undergo his experimental process, to use some influence for us, I accepted. He didn’t expect the process to be irreversible. I probably wouldn’t have done it if it I had known! Still, he was true to his word!"

"Whoa!" gasped Gus, "So you’re really my mother?"

"That’s right," his ‘dad’ smiled nervously, "does that worry you?"

It was Gus’ turn to leap to ‘his’ feet. "No way!" ‘He’ gave his parent a huge hug, "I was frightened when I found I couldn’t escape it. Was it scary for you as well?"

"A bit!" laughed his dad, "I was half convinced it wouldn’t work, but then it did and I had to learn fast how to be a man!"

"Have there been any others?" asked Gus, curiosity suddenly coming to the fore.

"There have been one or two, I’m not sure of the details, but uncle Barry eventually decided to stop using it – he said it was too easy to abuse. I thought he’d broken it up or at least taken out the vital bits. I was wrong."

"Well," smiled Gus, "I guess in one way, I’m glad he didn’t. I think I am going to like being your daughter. But, there is just one thing that I’m not sure about." Gus paused, not sure how to go on.

"What’s that?"

"Well, I used to like girls and have fantasies. Now I still fancy girls – but there’s something else – I have this urge to dress up in tight leather or rubber and ….." Gus trailed off.

With a shout of laughter, her father, replied, "The old bugger! Well, I have to admit my dearest that the conversion worked well on me too – but I fancy men still! A bit tricky in a macho male world, but I’ve managed. And yes, the fetish bit seems to come from there too!" He laughed, "Would you believe that I have a flat full of bondage gear in London? Well, I have and a lover too." He smiled at Gus, "My dear, it’s a tough thing to grow up and life doesn’t have any magic wands in it. We have some advantages, like money and property and brains. I think I’m going to love having a daughter, I hope my daughter doesn’t find me too objectionable!"

"Dad, how could I?" grinned Gus with watery tears trickling down her cheeks, "I think you’re just fabulous!"

"Flattery will get you everything!" grinned her dad returning the hug, "now my dearest, leave it to me to sort out your new identity. In the meantime, I know just the person to dress an attractive young lady and teach her everything she needs to know! On Monday, we go to see the Queen!" he finished with a laugh.

That night, Gus snuggled deep into her bed, secure in the love of her parent and happy in herself at the unexpected turn of events which had lead to this new start. She feel asleep dreaming of dresses and fashions, and somewhere deep in her consciousness, of lovers and loving.

 

 

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