The Export                               by: Jacki Pett

 

John Warren had just finished dinner in the hotel restaurant and went looking for a book or a magazine to read in his room. The homely girl at the front desk told him that there was a bookstore just around the corner. The early Autumn nip in the air hinted at the weather to come.

John's business for the month was just about wrapped up with this account. Tomorrow's, Friday's, session with the sales people would do it and then he could get on his plane and fly back home to Houston.

This was John's first trip to Peoria Illinois, or anywhere for that matter, working for Wells Products and it had gone well. His hard work and dedication had brought him up through the ranks in just six months. He admitted that he had to step on a few toes here and there, but it had been worth it.

John decided not to bother with a book. A local singles magazine caught his eye. John read every one published in Houston, looking for his 'perfect match'.

Back in his hotel room, John stripped down to his boxers and put on the radio. Stretched out on the bed, he began to flip through the publication. Most of the magazine contained ads for restaurants and bars. There were a few articles about coming events in the Peoria area. What really held his attention was the personals.

The 'SWF' section held the usual come ons and John had learned long ago to read between the lines. He had been stung once too often. More often than not, the girl who described herself as petite and slender was also a dog. John knew better than to believe everything he read.

He came to the 'erotica' section and half way down the second column was a picture of a beautiful blond. She had long wavy hair and a gorgeous face. The picture was only a waist up shot but she appeared to have a nice shape. Behind her, in the background, stood another girl. She was attractive too. She appeared to be a few inches taller than the blond.

The ad read, "SWF SEEKS SWM Looking for the right man to teach to appreciate what a woman desires. If you're under 5' 7" slender and anxious to please me, call Tina. We'll explore new worlds together." A phone number followed.

The ad intrigued John. He fit her profile easily enough at 5' 6'' and only 145 pounds. It wasn't just her picture that interested him. It was the cocky way it was phrased. He'd like the chance to teach her a thing or two, he thought to himself.

It was almost 10:30 but he figured he had nothing to loose by calling. He picked up the phone and dialed the number. It rang four times before it was picked up by an answering machine.

"Hi, this is Tina. If your call is in reply to my personal, please leave your name and number. I'll get back to you as soon as I get in." There was a short pause and then a beep.

Great, now what should he do? Leave the girl his number at the hotel. What if she doesn't call back until morning. John was checking out on his way to Smith's Industries in the morning, he'd never get the call. "Hi Tina, my name is John. I'm in town on business and have to leave tomorrow. I come back to Peoria once a month for a few days and I'd really like to meet you next time I'm in town. My number in Houston, at my apartment, is 713 829-4480 if you want to give me a call..." He was cut off by the end of message beep. John hung up, disappointed that he didn't get to make contact with the girl.

It was late and his meeting was at seen thirty in the morning so he decided to get some sleep. John turned off the light and called the desk for a six am wake up call. He cut out the ad and put it in his wallet. John fell asleep with the beautiful girl on his mind.

It was about 7:00 the next evening when he opened the door to his apartment in Houston and, checking his answering machine, found the message from Tina. "Hello John. This is Tina from Peoria. I'm so sorry I missed your call last night. Why don't you send me a recent picture of yourself with a letter telling me a little about you? I'll do the same and next time you're in town we can try to get together. Send the letter to my post office box and I'll write back after I've gotten your address."

That was it? John thought it was a little odd at first but he decided she must want to screen out the geeks that answer personals. It made sense.

They had almost thirty pictures spread out on the coffee table in front of them. Tina sat on the couch reading the short biographies that went with each of the photos. The original choices had totaled over fifty and they were still narrowing the field.

Connie sat on the couch next to her. Jack sat on the floor across from the two women. "The next ones to get rid of are those with family here in town." Said Connie.

"Agreed." Replied Tina, looking up from her reading.

As Tina read the names off, Jack removed the photos and put them on the pile with the ones that didn't meet the height or weight stipulations Tina had put in the ad. "We're down to about eighteen." Said Jack, looking up at Connie.

"Don't go and get your hopes up Jack." Connie reminded him. "The one we're looking for may not be in this month's batch."

"I know but we haven't had any luck in the past two months. I really hope we find one this time." Jack was frustrated and impatient.

Connie reached over the table and stroked his cheek, like a cat lover strokes their favorite cat. "Patience pet."

Tina turned to Connie. "Alright Connie. Take these eighteen and run them through the computer. Let's see what it has to say about them."

Connie tucked the list of names in her purse then she and Jack helped Tina clean up for the night.

"We'll see you tomorrow, around eight, after dinner." Connie pushed Jack out the door ahead of her.

Tina laughed at the way Connie treated Jack. Jack was over six foot tall and had been a body builder and Connie could boss and push him around like a little boy. They were an unusual pair. They worked out together and while Connie didn't look it, she was very well developed and very strong. She was almost five nine and had won several titles in bodybuilding.

Connie was very attractive with her long wavy dark brown hair and shapely build. At twenty six years old she held a job in an insurance company's records division. Her job made her invaluable in checking out the records and backgrounds of perspective subjects. Connie had been Tina's partner from the beginning, almost five years ago, and their association had been very profitable for the two of them.

Jack had come into the picture only a year ago. He and Connie had met in a gym where they all worked out and when Connie learned he was a private investigator, and he was bisexual, the two girls slowly and carefully brought him into the business.

Prospects had been poor over the last few months and It was becoming urgent that they find someone soon. It wasn't that their customer, Mr Brevard, was impatient. He knew these things take time and Tina and her associates were very good at what they did. They had completed a number of very satisfying transactions over the past few years. Tina had no intention of ruining their track record with him.

"We're down to only these seven." Connie announced as she dropped into the big overstuffed chair, handing the folders to Tina. "The rest either have criminal records or are health risks."

Jack took his usual spot on the floor, he hated furniture. He had looked over the seven and he had three favorites. He hoped that one, at least, would fill the bill. But the decision was up to Tina and Connie, they had far more experience and insight than he did and he respected their judgement.

Tina spread the seven photos on the coffee table to study them. "Ok, they fit the economic, health and social profile but they don't all look the part."

Tina pulled the first photo from the line up and put it in front of her. Connie got up out of the chair and came around the coffee table to join Tina on the couch.

"Height's good, build is alright and the hair will do but the rest will need a lot of work."

Connie nodded agreeing. "He'll be too expensive to makeover." Connie pushed the picture to the end of the table.

Tina drew the next picture in line toward them to study. "He's a little tall and his hair is too short. But his build is perfect. The rest will take hardly any work at all." Tina turned an looked at Connie. "What do you think?"

Connie was ready to pass him over. "He is sort of tall." She flipped the photo over and read the stats on back. "He's almost 5' 9".

Connie was right, Tina decided. "Ok, I agree." The photo joined the other at the end of the table.

Jack was disappointed. That one was one of the ones he liked. He kept quiet.

"How about this one?" Connie drew the next candidate toward them. He's 5'6", a slight 145 pounds, narrow shoulders, nice face and beautiful brown hair."

"He does seem to have all the qualifications Connie but he lives in Houston." Tina really liked this one except for the one complication.

"Shame." Connie looked long and hard at the picture of John. "Let's just put him aside for the moment."

Jack was glad they hadn't dismissed that one. Of the three he had picked, he was his favorite.

Tina agreed and they went on to the others. The next was just a little too husky. He looked too big boned. The fifth, a man named Timothy, seemed to fit all the criteria so he joined John in those to be carefully reviewed.

"He looks a little old." Thought Tina, scrutinizing the next photo.

"He's only 30." Said Connie. "But if you don't like him we can drop him." Connie had only left him in the running because the field had dwindled so far down.

"No, too old." Tina threw him on the 'no' pile.

"This is Brad, I saved him for last. He looks perfect." Connie held up the last picture, her favorite.

It was the last of Jack's choices.

"Ok then. Go ahead and do a detailed check on Timothy and Brad." Tina handed the two folders to Connie.

"What about John?" Asked Jack, looking very disappointed.

Tina looked at him and smiled. She saw how pitiful he looked. Laughing, she handed Connie the third folder. "Him too, for Jack. Poor thing looks heartbroken." Both the girls laughed and so did Jack.

Connie called Tina the following afternoon. "Bad news girl. Brad's engaged. He's getting married next month. He'd be missed."

"What about the others?" Tina was disappointed too.

"More bad news. Timothy was married and he's paying child support through the courts. His ex wife has had him hunted down twice for back support. He's too visible, sorry."

Tina didn't like this. They couldn't afford to go another month without any prospects. Mr Brevard was patient but for how long? "What about the guy in Houston? How did he check out?"

"He checked out clean. No ties of any kind. His mother and father have disowned him. No sisters, brothers or steady girlfriends. He's always lived alone. He just started a new job and he's actually got money in the bank. A nice plus for us."

He sounded too good to be true. "He's never been in any kind of trouble? No one's going to come looking for him?"

Connie laughed on the other end of the line. She checked off Tina's concerns, "Never been in trouble with the law. Maybe an old girlfriend or two, wanting to wring his neck. I spoke to his secretary and she paints a picture of him as a real asshole. Apparently he uses women then treats them like shit afterwards. He's been through almost ever girl in his office, even the married ones."

That made Tina wonder. "Too much trouble to handle?"

"No, according to the woman he's never been violent, just cocky. She was more than willing to talk to me. She would like to see him castrated." Connie laughed at the thought.

Tina just smirked on her end. "Alright Connie. Let's get Jack on the next flight to Houston. Have him do the usual tail on the guy. Day and night, watch everything he does."

"That will be fine with Jack. He really likes this one." Connie was almost a little jealous but that would pass once they started on him. She actually enjoyed their little business, almost as much as Jack and Tina.

"That just leaves us the one problem. We have to relocate him." That bothered Tina a little.

It was Connie's turn to smirk. "We can do that, leave that part to me. You just pour it on like you always do. You haven't failed yet."

"You've got that right. See you tonight at the loft and we'll get things rolling." Tina hung up. She sat down on the couch with pad and pencil. There were plans to be made. In the past, their candidates had all been local. This was going to be a little more complicated but from what Connie said, it could also be more profitable than some of their past ventures.

John was on the road now, almost constantly. When he came in from Atlanta on Wednesday night he was a little surprised to have a message from Tina. She had been on his mind often since he had written to her almost three weeks ago.

"Hello John," It began. "I've been thinking a lot about you since getting your letter. You sound like you're really nice. I'm anxious to see you when you get into town next week. Please call me when you get in. I really look forward to meeting you. Bye for now."

This was fantastic, John thought to himself. He wasn't due in Peoria until Monday morning. He had to go to Indianapolis in the morning and he'd wrap up there Friday afternoon. Maybe he would spend the weekend in Illinois.

"This guy really gets around." Jack dropped his report on Tina's coffee table. "I put in a lot of air miles this week."

"No sign of any ties that will give us trouble?" Asked Tina. She would scrutinize his report later.

"No, nothing. He does like to hit on the women, but no repeat performances." Jack was impatient about meeting him.

"Did the phone tap show anything?" Tina asked.

"Just business contacts and a call or two from women. There was one guy that called him twice about playing racket ball but our boy didn't call him back. He couldn't have been too close a friend." Connie had been over the log carefully.

Tina turned back to Jack. "How about his apartment? Find anything unusual there?"

Jack shook his head. "Nothing out of the ordinary. He's definitely a loaner. I have all his account numbers and everything else we'll need to shut him down in Houston. Oh, and Connie was right. This guy saves his money. He's got over twenty thousand in assets."

Tina was thrilled. "That will go a long way to cover expenses."

"With quite a bit left over." Added Connie. "This one will be quite profitable."

"Hi Tina. This is John."

The call took Tina by surprise. "I didn't expect to hear from you until Monday."

"I decided to come in on the weekend instead. I hope I didn't call at an inconvenient time." John was hot to meet her.

"No, not at all." Tina had to think fast. She and the others had everything in place for Monday but they could move things up a few days. "Where are you staying?"

"I just checked into the Hilton. Are you free for dinner tonight?"

"I'll need to change some of my plans around. Can I call you back in a few minutes?" Tina actually had a date with Kevin that night, but she could cancel. He'd understand. Tina needed to get a hold of Connie and Jack right away.

"Sure. I'll be right here waiting for your call." John said happily.

As soon as Tina hung up from John, she called Connie. "He just called."

"I thought he wasn't due till Monday." Connie was a little flustered.

"He wasn't but that just means we get an early start." Tina's mind was racing through the details. "Is jack with you?"

"No, but I can get hold of him. How do you want to handle this?" Connie settled down.

"I'll let him take me out to dinner then I'll get him to bring me to the loft."

"Can you handle him?"

"Sure. I still have some of the stuff we used on Brenda."

"Is it still good? That was five months ago."

"It's got a shelf life of six months. It should work fine."

"Alright but be careful. Jack and I will meet you there at midnight."

"Perfect. I'll see if I can get Doc to come out and get started on Saturday morning instead of Monday like we planned. At the very least, he can order me what we'll need to handle him until he can get over." Tina enjoyed working with Doc. He'd help her out, even on such short notice.

Connie reminded Tina, "There's not much I can do until Monday to start tying up the loose ends."

"That's alright, Monday's soon enough. I'm going to call him now and get ready. I'll see you both later." With that, Tina hung up.

"It's about six, why don't I meet you at seven thirty John." He couldn't pick her up at her apartment and she didn't have enough time to get to the loft first.

That sounded fine to him. "Great, but I'm going to have to ask you to pick the restaurant Tina since I don't know Peoria very well."

"That's alright. I'll pick a place where you won't loose you're shirt over the bill." Tina had her own reasons for selecting the place she did. It had to do with not wanting to be too visible in public.

John wanted to play the big shot. "No, don't give money a thought. Let's go to a really nice place."

Tina had a place in mind that should please him and still make their dinner private. "I'll be out in front of the hotel at seven thirty. Look for my red LeBaron."

"See you then. Bye Tina."

He had been outside waiting only about five minutes when he saw the red LeBaron coming down the street and pull up to the curb in front of the hotel. He had brought his new gray pinstripe suit and he was wearing his lucky cologne. It almost never failed him. In his jacket inside breast pocket were three Trogens he had just bought in the hotel gift shop. His breath smelled of mint Certs. John was ready.

She looked as good as her picture, sitting there smiling at him from her flashy red car. Long flowing golden blond hair framed soft delicate features. Big blue eyes stared at him. Deep red moist buds formed the words, "John?"

She was even more beautiful than he expected.

He wasn't a disappointment to Tina either. He was short and very slender. He didn't look 23, he looked younger, with his finely featured baby face. Tina had worried that he might have shorter hair than in his picture but his long thick brown hair was pulled back into a very neat ponytail.

"Hello Tina." John said confidently. He hadn't missed her admiring once over and her smile. He walked up to the car and knelt down. "It's great to finally meet you."

She was wearing her white mini dress. The one with the plunging neckline that exposed full voluptuous breasts. The bottom of her short dress was hiked up to her thighs.

He was as lecherous as she was led to believe, Tina thought to herself. Fine. This was going to make what they were going to do to him even more satisfying. "Climb in, we have reservations for dinner at eight."

John slid into the passenger seat without taking his eyes off her. He gave her his best smile while his mind raced ahead to what he hoped would be a very satisfying evening for him. From the look on her face and her attitude, it was very promising.

Tina took him to a little Italian restaurant that was frequented by those few patrons with discriminating taste and full wallets. The booths were private and they afforded diners the privacy they desired. Tracy had used this restaurant before.

John took the situation in hand and ordered for the both of them, without consulting Tina. He was accustomed to being in charge of any and all situations, especially with young women.

His small stature had always been an embarrassment to John and he had learned since he was young that he would have to be more forward, more outspoken that his larger classmates if he was going to be noticed. Some called it overcompensating for his size but that didn't bother John in the least. As he grew older, his attitude got him much further with girls than the bigger, huskier guys. In business, he had to carry it a step further. He had to be more aggressive than most and it was too bad for the man or woman who's feelings he might hurt in his efforts to get ahead.

He saw Tina as no different from any of the other dumb blond bimbos he had had in the past so why treat her any differently.

The wine was excellent but John was a little disappointed that Tina didn't drink more. It would make her more willing and pliable later.

Tina kept her head even though the guy kept her glass full. What he was trying to do was obvious and she wasn't about to loose control now. He was everything Connie had said he was.

He talked about himself constantly, in between trying to catch a feel under the table now and then. Tina let him get away with it, constantly smiling and laughing at his boring jokes. He was an obnoxious jerk.

Tina had long ago lost any guilt feelings for what she and the others did, sometime after their second or third contract with their associate, Mr Brevard. This one was going to be a pleasure. They would certainly teach him a lesson.

The meal had cost a small fortune. John didn't usually lay out this much for a date with anyone. He filled in the credit card slip for only about a 10% tip even though the service had been impeccable. John wasn't in the habit of wasting money.

As he slid the tray with his American Express card toward the edge of the table, for the waiter to pick up, Tina accidently spilled her drink and some of the wine landed in the small tray.

"Oh, I'm so clumsy. I'm sorry John, it must be the wine. I don't drink very often and I don't handle it well. Please forgive me." Tina played her part well.

Tina snatched the paperwork from the tray, as if to save it from getting any wetter than it already was. John didn't notice her action when she pulled off the bottom copy and sneak it under the table, to her purse. She casually returned the top copy to the tray.

"The waiter appeared immediately. He quickly moped up the spill with a rag. He set the little tray to the side. "I'll redo this for you sir."

John didn't notice the slip was gone. He assumed it was under the check. The waiter assumed that the man took the bottom slip to avoid the possibility of being double charged. Tina had pulled it off perfectly.

Out on the street, John suggested that they go to a club and have a few drinks and dance.

"Oh, I don't know John. I feel a little light headed. Would you like to come back to my place? We could put on some music. Talk a little.?"

This was better than John could have hoped for. "Sure Tina, that sounds fine. I would like to get to know you better." It wasn't often he struck gold the first time out.

Tina parked her car in the downstairs garage of the large building.

"You live here?" John asked looking up the side of the five story building.

She had brought him to the loft. "Yea, its great. There's no one around at night to bother me and when I have parties, no one complains." Tina unlocked the large metal door. John pulled it open for her. "My place is on the third floor"

John looked up again just before he stepped through the door. He couldn't help but notice that the windows he could see all had bars on them. Odd, he thought, for the upper floors to have bars.

Tina led the way up the stairs, past the second floor, up to the third. His view from behind the shapely girl in her short, body hugging dress was pleasant. At the third floor landing she unlocked another very heavy metal door. When it closed behind them he noticed the combination lock set into the metal.

"This is the living room. It's great for entertaining." She wanted his attention away from the door and she was successful.

He didn't know what he expected after his look at the outside of the building but it wasn't this. John looked around the huge room. The living room was at least 40' wide by 50' or 60' long. Oak hard wood floors under a 9' ceiling. The furniture, overstuffed chairs, loveseats and couches set on ornate oriental throw rugs scattered sparsely around the room. A large formal walnut dining set filled the far end of the room. Beyond, through a wide doorway, was a large kitchen.

Two walls of the room were on the outside of the building. The windows were covered with heavy drapery but he could see white sheer drapes beneath the tan material that gave them privacy.

John was amazed at the size of the place. "This must cost you a fortune." The oil painting on the walls alone must be worth thousands, he thought to himself. "How do you afford all this?" Tina turned and smiled at him. "I have a little export business with a few friends."

John looked at her, dumfounded, as she walked toward the kitchen. She must be smarter than she acts.

"Make yourself comfortable John. I'll be back in a minute with a glass of wine for you. Pick out something to listen to if you like."

Tina pointed to the entertainment area built into the wall, then hurried into the kitchen, closing the cafe doors behind her.

John took off his jacket and tossed it across the back of one of the couches. Walking over to the stereo, he started looking through Tina's compact disc collection.

The had gotten back a little early but in a few minutes that wouldn't matter. Tina opened the vial and spread the clear liquid on the inside of one of the wine glasses. The prescription was almost at the end of its shelf life but she was sure that it would work well enough. With the glasses and the chilled bottle of Reisling on a tray, she returned to the living room. He had taken off his jacket and his tie lay across it on the back of the sofa. Tina hoped that the solution didn't take too long to work.

She walked over and set the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch. She made herself comfortable. "Care for a glass John?"

He hadn't heard her come back in the room. He had loaded three discs into the changer and then joined her. "Yes, thanks."

Tina let him pour. Her glass was the nearest to her and he handed it to her, full. He only half filled his own then sat back on the couch. Her stocking leg looked inviting and he took the liberty of resting his hand on her soft thigh. "To us." He toasted. "To a long and pleasant relationship."

Rewarding for me, thought Tina. His touch revolted her but she didn't ask him to remove his hand. Smiling, she watched intently as he took a sip from his glass. The last time Tina used the solution it took almost five minutes for it to work. She prayed that it didn't take much longer than that this time.

John moved closer to her when she didn't object to his advances. He had already spent a lot of money on this girl and he had no intention of playing footsie all night with her. He wanted to get right down to it. He slid his hand higher on her leg and saw her gasp with anticipation at his touch.

What Tina felt was anything but anticipation. He moved fast. She would have to play along for just a little while.

John leaned over and kissed her milky white neck. Her perfume was intoxicating and he wanted more. He put his hand on her cheek and turned her face to him. Her sweet full lips were covered by his and he explored her mouth with his tongue.

Tina had to force herself not to gag. How long had it been since he took a drink, she wondered. "It's warm in here tonight." Tina pulled back. She retrieved her glass from the table and took a sip of the cool wine.

"Would you like to slip into something more comfortable?" John suggested devilishly.

That was a perfect suggestion, thought Tina. By the time she returned he should be stiff. She smiled at him provocatively. "That's a wonderful idea. I'll be right back."

There were two exits from the huge room. Both led back to the long hallway that divided the loft from the back rooms. One was near the front door, the other in the kitchen. Tina hurried to the latter.

John drained his glass and poured another. She was wonderfully willing. He wondered to himself if he could get away with sampling this girl every time he came to town?

Tina took her time. She stepped out of her dress slowly. In just her stockings, panties and bra, she slipped on her white nylon robe then went into her bathroom and checked herself in the mirror. It had been almost ten minutes now since he had taken that first drink. He should be stretched out on the couch like a stiff. He wouldn't loose consciousness, just all his muscle functions. He would be able to see and hear but not be able to move or speak. It was important to them that he know what was going on.

Tina was amazed when she finally returned to the living room to find he was still sitting on the couch, animated.

"I thought you got lost." John smiled at Tina. She looked tantalizing in her short robe with the lace trim of her stockings showing below it. He wanted her now.

He felt a little odd. His fingers and toes were tingling. John attributed that to a little too much wine tonight. He decided he needed no more of that. Now he wanted to savor something else.

Tina stood in front of him. He should be limp as a dishrag by now. She was a little concerned.

John reached up with a little effort and took her hand. He pulled her down to him, onto his lap. Again he covered her mouth with his. His hands started exploring her soft breasts. Strangely, he could only just barely feel them. It was as if his hands were getting numb. Dismissing it as nothing, he dropped a hand into her lap and groped under her robe.

Tina fought to get away and he finally lost the strength in his arms. She squirmed and got out of his lap. Standing over him, she watched as he gradually lost control completely.

John looked up at her. It was difficult to even speak. "I.. don't feel...very...well."

"That will pass in a moment John." Tina felt absolutely no compassion for the young man.

Why was she smiling at him that way? He couldn't lift his arms, they were dead weight. His legs wouldn't respond either. "What....?" She seemed to know what was happening to him. Why did she just stand there? Why didn't she do something to help him? "Help.....me.." The words trailed off weakly. He could no longer hold up his head and his chin dropped onto his chest.

John could only see the girls feet and hands as she cleared the glasses and the wine from the table. In a moment she was back again.

"Let me see if I can't make you a little more comfortable John, until the others arrive."

Others, what others, John wondered? He was unable to speak now.

Tina stacked a few cushions at the end of the couch and settled John back against them. She put his feet up. "Now, isn't that better?" She asked with mocking sweetness.

Tina let her true feeling show finally,. "Who the hell do you think you are. I'm not some little plaything for you to toy with. You don't even ask, you just take." She composed herself. She was letting her anger get the better of her.

Settling down into the chair by the couch, facing the man, she continued. "You're not a very nice little man at all but you are going to have a very unique opportunity to redeem yourself Johnny." He stared back at her with dull eyes.

"I know that you can see me and am understanding everything I'm saying. You are about to undergo an amazing transformation." Now Tina was being very serious. "I told you before that I am an exporter. Well that's true, in a way. My clients are very discriminating people with unusual tastes."

She knelt on the floor right next to the couch. She wanted to be very sure that he could see her clearly. She wanted him to have no doubt that she was serious. "These customers of mine like effeminate young men who enjoy looking like and being treated like young ladies."

He wanted to yell at her, to hit her and get away from this place. There was no doubt in his mind that she was serous. She was crazy. As unbelievable as what she was saying was, he believed her. As hard as he tried, he couldn't even move a finger. He lay there thinking to himself that the drug would wear off and he would overpower her and escape.

He remembered the combination lock he had seen on the front door and the bars he had seen on the widows earlier. They would be a problem but when he got his hands around her throat she would revel the combination. He would get away. Tonight or maybe in the morning, he would escape this mad house.

What he saw next made him sink deeper into the fear that was now overwhelming him.

Tina unfolded the cloth she had laid on the table earlier. She had loaded the syringe in the kitchen when she cleaned up the wine. "Don't be afraid Johnny. This is just another little dose of what you had in your wine before. This will just keep you relaxed through the night."

Tina unbuttoned his shirtsleeve and pulled his sleeve up to his slender biceps. She tied the large rubber band tightly around his upper arm. Finding a healthy vein, the tiny needle slipped almost painless into his arm.

John watched as the plunger emptied the clear fluid into him. His eyes began to water and a tear ran down his cheek. He would have wiped it away if he could have. As it was, the girl read his mind and did it for him.

"There's no reason to cry Johnny. In a few weeks you may even thank us for the changes you are about to undergo. You're going to be our best work yet. I just know it. Most of our 'girls' leave us quite content with their new identities." Tina knew she was almost telling the truth. Most of their 'girls' were acclimated quite nicely. It was afterwards, when they reached their new homes, that they were not always so happy.

"I'll let you rest for about an hour now while I do a little work. Tomorrow's going to be a very busy day for all of us."

John heard her footsteps trail away. All he could do was lay there and wait for her to return. Escape, he thought to himself. Somehow he had to get away.

Tina settled down in the little study to review their plans for the young man.

Tina, three years ago, at the age of twenty three, got into the business by a fluke. She was attending a lavish formal party held by a client of her boss at the time. The client and Tina hit it off almost immediately and as the evening progressed they became friends. Mr Brevard was the man's name. He was escorted that evening by a tall slender woman. For some reason, something about her disturbed Tina and she resisted her curiosity as long as she could. When she got up the courage to ask her host about the woman late in the evening, she was shocked at his reply.

"So you've discovered my little secret. Carla is my transvestite lover."

After a long, calculating look at what Tina had thought was a woman she turned back to the man. "I knew something was wrong but I couldn't quite figure out what. Have the two of you been together long?" Tina was young but not naive. She knew that relationships like this existed and it was none of her business if people engaged in this sort of affair.

"No, only a few weeks, but Carla will be leaving soon for my estate in Brazil. I have a number of clients who enjoy the companionship of special people like Carla. It is unfortunate that there aren't more like him. There is a very lucrative market for bringing special people together in my homeland, there are many that would pay well for pretty young anglo men."

The idea intrigued Tina. She found herself, for days after, looking at young men on the streets, restaurants and in bars. She would asses what it would take to transform them into feminine young creatures.

Tina confided her experience at the party with a longtime friend, Connie. Together, just out of curiosity at first, they started to frequent establishments that catered to patrons with unusual lifestyles. It was on only a rare occasion when they saw a transvestite who Tina thought would please a man like Mr Brevard, with his discriminating taste.

Connie had the idea first. "We could do a better job making over the right person than most of these people do on themselves."

Tina was a little shocked by the statement but later that evening, back at her apartment, after she thought about it, she had to agree with Connie. "How could we get away with snatching someone off the street? Wouldn't they be missed? Even traced back to us?"

Connie had the answer. "Computers girl. If you pick the right person, someone with no close attachments, someone most people won't miss. The computer can make them disappear. I see people try to do it all the time in the insurance business but I'm usually able to track them down. I know the tricks."

Their conversation had been completely hypothetical to this point. Tina spoke to Mr Brevard the next day and they met for lunch. "You mentioned that your friends in Brazil would pay well for the right 'special person'. What kind of money are we talking about?"

He was thrilled at her interest. "Do you know where I might locate a young man who prefers to be treated as a woman? Who would relish the freedom to live and be loved in this way?"

"I have an idea Mr Brevard. Would the person have to be completely willing?"

He thought a moment, holding up his long stemmed wine glass and staring into it. When he spoke he continued to stare into the liquid. "He wouldn't have to be completely willing but he would have to be feminine, certainly."

"What might one of your friends be willing to pay for such a person?" Tina was getting excited but controlled herself outwardly.

Mr Brevard was a business man first of all and if there were profits to be made from such a venture, certainly he should share in them. "Perhaps fifty thousand dollars, perhaps more, depending on the quality of the merchandise."

Tina was astounded at the figure.

"The person would have to be completely feminized. Not just a boy in a dress. His assets would have to be real, nothing pasted on and his skin and features would have to be pretty and soft." He looked at the attractive young woman across from him in the booth. "Can you deliver such a person?"

Tina was far from having worked out all the details but the lure of the money spoke for her. "I believe so."

He was delighted at her response. "Call me. I will be back in Peoria in two months. If what you have to show me is what I'm looking for, we will do business."

Tina wasted no time in getting together with Connie. "We can do it, I know we can." Connie was excited too. Even with her job at the insurance company she was struggling to get by.

"We'll need medical help." Tina reminded her.

"I don't think that will be a problem. Do you remember the fuss in the papers a while back about the plastic surgeon who was barred from practice for malpractice? My company was responsible for discrediting him and now he is being besieged with law suits. He's desperate for money."

"He certainly sounds approachable." Tina agreed.

It turned out that he was as desperate as they thought and the three came to an agreement based on a percentage of the profits."

Their first venture netted them each over ten thousand dollars but it was wrought with mistakes and frustration. With what they all learned from their first attempt, the second went more smoothly and their profits were considerably higher.

By their fourth venture they had leased and remodeled the loft. True, it was laid out to entertain clients but behind the wall, separating the living room from the rest of the place, were several very special rooms. There was a study that they used for their business office. Also, they had constructed and equipped a modest operating room for the doctor.

A special nursery was furnished with an oversized crib and dressing table. The dresser was filled with oversized baby clothes and the walls were covered with the kinds of pictures and murals one would expect to find in an infant's room.

Two bedrooms were outfitted with furnishings that would make the average young woman envious. The first was done in pink and white. The walls were papered with a floral pattern. There was a dressing table in each to match the dressers and ruffled lace bedspreads on the beds. They were unmistakably feminine with lace throw pillows on the beds. Each had its own private bath for their guests. A full length mirror next to the steel reinforced bedroom doors was, in actuality, a one way glass for observing the person in the room. Outside, in the hall, a drape covered them when not in use.

The second bedroom was decorated in pale yellow and had all the appointments of the first.

The last bedroom, at the end of the long hall and across from the modern kitchen, was for whoever was staying in the loft to care for and instruct their 'girls'. It contained three double beds, dressers for each and a large bathroom.

Tina and Connie eventually enlisted the aid of a nurse who was recommended by Doc Rompat. She had been working with them for the past year and become an invaluable part of their business.

The only problem they seemed to have with her was the way she and Jack got along. The big burly woman was very protective of her charges and Jack was inclined to want to try out the wares. They often butted heads.

Jack was brought in to aid in their investigations. As a licensed private investigator, his services had proved to be essential in their search and verifications that the subjects were all what they appeared to be.

It was Jack that opened the doors to the extra profits that could be made from liquidating the assets of their subjects. They had initially paid him a salary for his efforts but now, like Connie, Tina and the Doctor, he received a percentage.

Margaret received a salary, much like any visiting nurse but the girls got the impression she would work for free, she seemed to enjoy what she did so much.

Margaret was visiting friends out of town and wasn't due back till Monday, when they had expected John. Tina saw no reason to call her and ask her to return earlier. The three of them could handle things until then. They had managed before her, with a half dozen 'girls'.

He didn't know how long he lay there before he heard the big metal door open and then slam closed with a heavy thud. He was facing away from that end of the room. He could hear Tina and someone else talking but they were at the other end of the long room and they were speaking softly. He couldn't make out what they were saying. He heard laughter and that disturbed him.

Footsteps approached.

"He was really that obnoxious? He doesn't look all that threatening to me." Connie stepped around the couch to get a better look at him. She smiled at the limp young man.

John could see her now. The newly arrived girl was not as small and petite as Tina. The tone in her voice made him even more uncomfortable.

It was late and Tina had wanted to get him down for the night. "Jack, would you take him to the nursery please."

Jack? Who was Jack, John wondered?

John found out as he was lifted off the couch like a rag doll. His head flopped back but not before he got a look at the large, chisel faced guy that had effortlessly picked him up.

"He's a real lightweight." Jack commented to Connie. "Not bad looking up close either." He was really glad they had picked him. Jack took him to the nursery and set him on the dressing table.

"Let's get his things off." Said Connie as she began unbuttoning his shirt.

John was scared. Not just frightened but terrified right down to his sole. Terrified of what said they were going to do to him. He lay there naked now, stretched out on the plastic cloth on the table.

"I've got the lotion Connie." Tina stepped up to the table with the economy sized jar of cream hair remover and a wash basin filled with warm water. As always, she wiped him down first then spread the cream on his arms and legs.

He could feel the warm rag and then the cool cream as she spread it over him. He knew what she was doing. His hair would grow back, he told himself.

Jack had made himself comfortable in the rocking chair at the foot of the crib while the girls did their thing.

"Why don't you go ahead and do his ears while we wait for that to work." Tina suggested to Connie.

"Alright." Connie answered with a smile.

Do my ears? John couldn't see what the girl was doing until she stepped in front of him. She had a little pneumatic gun in her hand. Then he knew. OH GOD!, pierced ears. There was nothing he could do to stop her.

Connie shot the little pearl headed studs through his fleshy lobes. She looked at Tina. "Two?"

Tina answered matter of factly, "Of course, like always."

Connie added the second hole to each ear, using little diamond studs this time. Looking at her work, she smiled at the man and winked. "You're going to look just lovely."

John was heartsick.

"I'll get that cream off now and we'll roll him over and get the other side." Tina started to wipe the white goo from his body, taking all his hair with it. She looked into his face and smiled. "Not only does this get rid of all that nasty hair but it contains a special lotion, laced with hormones, that will make your skin soft and pretty. Wait until you see how nice you look when we're done."

Tina knew what he had to be thinking and she had no problem with him suffering a little. He deserved it.

"Jack, would you help us roll him over?" Connie asked.

"Sure." John got out of the rocker and came over.

The guy rolled him over on his stomach. What he did next made John's skin crawl. A hand caressed his back and buttocks, giving his ass a squeeze. John's face was now to the wall but he could only assume the it was Jack that had done it.

Tina did the same thing to his back as she had to his front. The man had no back hair, like many men she knew. Since his chest was hairless, that hardly surprised her. She coated the back of his arms and legs generously.

Connie undid the ponytail. "He really has beautiful hair. I can't wait to style it." She ran her fingers through it, then brushed it out.

John could taste bile in his throat. If he had control of his muscles he was sure he'd be vomiting right now.

As she wiped away the last of his hair along with the cream, she stroked the treated skin on the back of his legs. She bent down to his ear, "It feels much nicer already Johnny. It certainly looks better. Be patient just a few more minutes and we'll get you into your nice snuggly pajamas and into your crib." She stroked the back of his head.

"One more time Jack?" Connie asked.

Jack rolled him back over, face up. Connie was ready. "Johnny, this is just lotion. It will help to make your face softer and prettier." She applied the lotion generously. "It will feel a little greasy until it soaks in."

Tina got out the clothes that had been specially made for them. "Connie, would you get him ready for his pjs?"

"Glad to." Connie took a three and a half foot square sheet of heavy cotton cloth from one of the compartments under the dressing table. Having folded it corner to corner, she lifted John's bottom and slipped it under him. Using safety pins she attached the corners in the front, below his belly button. "He's all diapered Tina. Ready for his jammies."

They had originally used adult diapers that you could buy in the store but they later decided to use large conventional baby diapers on their little 'girls'. They had a more profound psychological effect. This was more demeaning and gave them more of a feeling of helplessness and that was important in the beginning.

Then Tina came over to the dressing table. "Let's see how well this fits you." Tina held up the oversized baby's pink frilly one piece pajamas so he could see them. "Aren't they just adorable?" Tina asked, smiling down at him.

John closed his eyes but his tears escaped beneath his tightly closed lids. They dressed him in the cotton outfit but that wasn't as humiliating as being diapered like a baby.

He was lifted by Jack and placed into the crib. Connie pulled up the side after they rolled him over onto his stomach.

"Sleep tight love. You have a big day tomorrow."

Tina patted him on the back. "See you bright and early sweetie."

Jack couldn't resist. He leaned over the bars and brushed his hair off his cheek. He kissed the pretty boy on the forehead. "Good night honey."

John lay there alone in the dark, sobbing until he finally fell asleep.

Outside in the living room, over drinks, they talked.

"I'll check him out of his room at the hotel in the morning and return the rental car. The usual 'emergency at home' excuse will work fine." Jack had used that ploy before, successfully.

"Good Jack. You have his credit cards so make sure they credit it back to his account. No need to make anyone suspicious." Tina was sure he didn't need to be reminded but it didn't hurt to be sure. To many things could go wrong if they weren't careful.

"I'll have the computer show him as taking a flight back to Houston." Connie knew what to do. "We'll both be in Houston first thing on Monday morning to start cleaning things up there."

"Great. I'll be fine here until Monday when Margaret gets back. Doc and I can handle things until then." Tina thought a moment. "Jack? You're going to drive his car back here on Tuesday with his personal things and clothes, right?"

"Yea, but I probably won't get in until Wednesday."

"That is a long drive." Agreed Connie. "I probably won't be back until then either. I'll have to see about getting rid of his apartment and his furniture. I'm sure there's a second hand store that will take it but it will take a few days."

"Don't worry about the time. Just be careful." Tina didn't want anything to happen to her friends. Up to now it had been easy, with all their 'girls' being local but this was something new. There were a lot of unknowns.

"Can you get all his banking done in just three days?" Tina was constantly amazed at the was Connie handled those details.

"I don't think there'll be any problems. I've gone through everything Jack found. Nothing very complicated, just savings, checking, a few CDs and some stocks. We'll loose a little in penalties but not too much."

"Just don't get caught and don't leave a trail back to us." Tina still worried.

"We won't, don't worry Mother Hen." Connie thought it was sweet the way Tina worried about them.

"Doc is going to be here early, around seven, to get started. We better all get some sleep." Tina put her glass in the kitchen. The others followed.

Tina had a hard time falling asleep with Connie and Jack frolicking around in the bed across from hers.

 

SATURDAY - DAY 1

Doc was right on time. "How did it go last night?" He was the fatherly type and his concern was genuine.

"He was a little frisky but the drug eventually did its thing. I thought I was going to be raped for a few minutes there. I'll never try that with old drugs again, I'll tell you that.

Their association had developed into a close friendship and Tina came to see Doc as a father figure. He felt the same way toward her, protective and adoring.

He was in a lot of trouble when she first approached him. Excessive drinking had gotten his license lifted and there were lawsuits. Tina and Connie had been his salvation. At 60 years old it was too late in life for him to move to another state and try to start up a new practice. Their partnership allowed him to continue to enjoy the lifestyle to which he had been accustomed.

Ben was disturbed. He didn't like the idea that the young man had tried to take advantage of one of his girls. "Maybe I should just cut his balls off and feed them to him."

Tina laughed. "You've got to remember Doc. It was me leading him on. He may be a jerk but he doesn't deserve that. Besides, he wouldn't be much good to us all cut up, would he?"

Ben calmed down and smiled. "No, I suppose you're right. What I'm going to do to him will be just as good. I'll treat this one extra special. It'll serve him right."

Tina gave him a big hug. "You're a darling. Do you know that? What would I do without you?"

He thoroughly enjoyed her daughterly affection. "We better go have a look at my patient."

"Right this way." Tina lead him to the nursery. As always, they checked on him through the one way mirror before entering. It was one of their cardinal rules. "He's still sleeping like a baby."

"What is that, shop humor?" Ben asked laughing.

It was time for his next shot. They didn't want him getting his strength back until they were ready. Tina pulled up the frilly pink sleeve of his pajamas and Ben gave him the injection.

Jack awoke with a start. He had no muscle control but he still had enough feeling to know that a needle had been injected into him. His sleep had been dreamless but now that he was awake, his nightmare resumed.

"Hello young man. My name is Doc. I understand that you were a bad boy with one of my girls last night. Well, I'm going to see to it that you're never a bad 'boy' again." Ben turned to Tina with a smile.

"Talk about me and my shop jokes. You're terrible."

"I thought it was pretty good."

"Right Doc. I better go and get Connie and Jack on their way. You be ok here by yourself for a bit?"

"Sure. I'm just going to put him on the gurney and wheel him into the lab for the usual tests. It will be a little while before I need a hand. You going to scrub up and assist me today?"

"Sure thing. I'm your nurse today. Margaret won't be back until Monday." Tina left him to go and get the others up. She had let them sleep a while.

They talked about him like he was a piece of meat. When he awoke abruptly there was a tingling in his arms and legs. It was gone now and he was as helpless as he had been the night before. He thought about what he had overheard. What tests? Why did Tina need to scrub up? What were they going to do to him? The sick churning in his stomach was getting worse.

The old man in his flannel shirt and jeans slid John off the crib and onto to a gurney. He was still helpless to resist. He was wheeled from the room, down the hallway. He was rolled into another room of polished steel and porcelain. He could see a huge high intensity light suspended from the ceiling. Operating room was the thought that came to mind and the thought terrified him.

Ben wheeled him to the center of the room. From the same arm that he had injected the clear fluid into, he took two vials of blood to run his tests.

From where John lay he could see only the light. He had to close his eyes to keep from being blinded.

Ben unlocked, with a combination, the large cabinet that served as his small but complete laboratory. He turned on his portable radio to his favorite easy listening station and got down to work.

It took Ben almost a half hour to complete his tests then he placed a call to an old friend. He would have the blood he wanted within the hour.

Tina had fed them breakfast and gotten them off to complete their errands. She went back in the bedroom and showered. When she left the bedroom, heading for Doc's operating room, she was wearing crisp hospital greens, shoe covers and a cap over her hair. A surgical mask, tied around her neck, hung down on her chest.

"How we doing?" Tina asked as she walked into the room.

"Good," Answered Ben, looking up from the printouts of the tests. "Blood should be here in about ten minutes and we can get started."

"Ok. I'm really anxious about this one. I think he's going to be our best one yet."

"Why don't you get him out of his little pink jammies and diapers while I finish getting ready."

Tina started to remove the pajamas when the man's eyes popped open.

John had drifted off to sleep. Tina's touch awoke him.

"You didn't knock him out Doc." Tina gave him an impish grin. "You weren't going to work on him without putting him under were you?" One of the things Tina liked about Ben was his sense of humor.

"No, of course not." He said smiling.

"You really are bad."

Ben had actually thought about it. This one deserved it. He took the hypodermic from the tray.

Tina had his clothes off in only a moment. She had become quite proficient handling grown up babies over the past few years. "There, he's ready for you."

From the corner of his eye John could see the needle. He felt it enter his skin.

Ben set the empty syringe on the tray and lifted one of the implants to show Tina.

"What do you think. It should give him a nice 'B' cup."

Tina wasn't sure. "I don't know Doc. He has a small chest and that big a breast might not look natural. Why don't we give him a slightly smaller one." They had made that mistake in the past and bigger was not always better. Besides, his chest would develop breast tissue from the hormone therapy.

"Well, if you insist." A thought struck him. "I just got in something new." He went to the cabinet and removed a sterile container. "This is supposed to be the latest on the market. From what I've learned it feels completely natural to the patient. You can't tell it from the real thing. It won't sag or settle. I attach it directly to his chest muscle."

"Sounds wonderful. Do you install it the same way? I don't want any ugly scars to show."

"Nothing to it. I go in from under the armpit just like always. No visible scars." Ben assured her.

The medication was taking effect but he didn't miss a word. Breast implants! He could see, through now blurred vision, the sack that the doctor held in his gloved hand.

"Let's do it." Tina only wanted the best for John.

There was a knock on the front door in the living room. "Blood's here." announced Ben. We can get started."

That was the last sound John heard as blackness closed in on him.

Implants were a simple matter for Ben. He had done so many in his forty years of practice. These new ones were only a little more involved that the older types. Using the heavy seams on the outside edges of the sacks, he was able to stitch them in place with permanent stitches. While bruising would be a little worse, the results would be worth it. There was no fear of them being torn loose or shifting.

The next step was to fill out his buttocks. The multiple injections of solution into his cheeks would irritate the muscles and cause them to expand. The second solution would cause them to stay that way.

Facial reconstruction was next. Ben had spent a week studying the photos Jack had taken with his telephoto lens, while tailing the man.

All four had discussed this and agreed to do as little as possible but they wanted certain changes.

Ben gave him a skin tuck at the hairline. It raised his eyebrows slightly and removed the wrinkles around his eyes. A slight tuck beneath both eyes drew his skin tight, removing the remaining wrinkles. He had healthy young skin so healing would be quick and complete.

They all agreed that his little nose was fine the way it was but now Doc wanted to turn it up just a touch, at the end.

"He'll be much cuter that way." Ben assured Tina.

"No scars?"

"Promise! I can do everything from inside his nose."

"How long to heal?"

"Five days to a week, no more."

Ben was a very competent surgeon when he was sober and he was sober now. Tina trusted him. "Go for it."

They had discussed cheek implants. "I'd rather do without them. They take so long to heal." Tina knew that would take away from the following stages of his transformation. "He has some nice cheekbones already and when we get the extra weight off him they'll be even more predominant."

The others agreed.

His chin was one of the things they all agreed needed work. It was too broad and too square.

It took Ben over two hours to get it the way they wanted but it was worth it.

"I really like the shape of his upper lip." Tina's finger traced the heart shaped curves.

"I think you'll like the lower one too, when I've finished." Ben drew it down slightly to make it fuller and puffier. "He'll have a lovely pout."

Most men had anything but a feminine smile. Ben had, on almost every occasion, shaped the corners of their mouths into a prettier curve. This one was no exception.

Ben sat back, pulling the cap from his head. He was bushed. It was nearly two in the afternoon. They had been at it for almost five hours. They had done more for others in the past but usually spread the procedure out over several days. "I'm bushed."

Tina was equally exhausted. "Me too."

Ben pulled his tray over to him. "Just a couple of injections left and we can take a break."

"Take your best shot Doc." Tina said with a smile.

"You must be tired. Your jokes are sounding worse than mine."

"Sorry." Tina said returning his grin.

In the fleshy underside of the man's arm Ben injected a small time release capsule. The hormones would soften his features, smooth and soften his skin, retard the growth of body hair and drive his emotions wild until he adjusted.

The other affects would be much more subtle. In a relatively short time his curves would soften and become more feminine. By the time he was delivered to Tina's customer he would look every bit a woman. The rest was up to the girls.

"What's that for?" Tina asked, watching Ben lift the man's leg, turning him on his side. He had another syringe in his hand.

"Hold him like that for me for a minute Tina."

She did as he asked, although she didn't know why?.

"You know how it always seem to take the hormones so long to have the effect we want?" Ben asked, as he cupped one of the man's testicles in his hand. "Well that's because the male hormones that his body is manufacturing," Ben pushed the needle easily through the thin outer skin but had to push harder to enter the testicle itself. He emptied half the syringe into it. "are fighting the female hormones his body's absorbing."

"So?" Tina was still holding John's leg up.

Ben repeated the procedure on John's other testicle. "So, this will stop that from happening. In about two days he will stop producing male hormones and the female hormones will be able to work more effectively, unchecked." Ben grinned. "He'll grow more feminine, faster." He helped her lower him to the table.

Tina looked at him puzzled. "So instead of two to three months, it might only take a month or two." A light came on behind her eyes. "You little dickens. You said you wanted to castrate him."

Ben acted sheepish. "Nobody hurts one of my girls and gets away with it."

Tina threw her arms around the doctor while John lay sprawled out, unconscious on the table. "You're a love Ben. You are so sweet and adorable."

Diapered, bandaged and dressed in his pink pajamas again, they put him to bed. An IV fed him nourishment him while a slow drip from another bottle would keep him subdued. They left him with a monitor on that was tied to a twin unit out on the kitchen counter.

Tina made lunch for the two of them while they talked.

"Considering everything we did, it would probably be better to let him rest through the weekend."

"You don't think he'll be any more uncomfortable than any of the others were, do you?"

"No, you can stop the sedative on Monday and start the muscle relaxant again. Just keep him from moving around too much on his own for a week."

"We planned on two weeks. His face looks like hell with all the bandages and bruising." Tina didn't like that.

"The bruising will pass in a few days, don't worry. I don't know that I'd let him see too much for a while."

"We never do. Not until the bandages are off. We take the mirrors out of the room, just in case."

"Wise idea." Ben agreed.

"You going to start him out the same as the others. Treat him like a baby?"

"It does miracles for lowering their resistance and they cooperate so well after a few weeks of that. The bottle feeding helps to accelerate weight loss, although this one only needs to loose about thirty pounds."

"Don't forget to dilute the muscle relaxant the way I showed you, as you wean him."

"It's all written down in the lab Ben. I won't forget." He was always so worried that something would go wrong. "Don't you realize yet that we're big girls and we know what we're doing."

"I can't help it Tina. I just worry about you and Connie."

Tina put her hand on his cheek. "You're too good to us."

Doc took off, confident that Tina would beep him if she needed him.

Connie and Jack were back by four. Tina filled them in on what she and Doc had done with John while they were gone."

"You castrated him? Why?" Just the thought of it made Jack shiver.

Connie's reaction was similar but she understood after Tina explained. "That will be great if he'll react to the hormones that much quicker."

"We're going to have a quiet couple of days so if you two have anything you want to do, go ahead. I'll be fine here with him."

 

 

SUNDAY - DAY 2

Saturday evening and Sunday passed as expected. Tina took advantage of the peace and quiet and the fact that John was sedated. She plucked and shaped his eyebrows. When she finished they looked much more natural, for a girl. There wasn't much else she could do for the moment.

 

MONDAY - DAY 3

Monday morning brought Margaret, rested and anxious to get started with her new charge. "I feel terrible that I wasn't here to help this weekend. You should have called."

"Don't be silly. You were planning that trip for weeks. We couldn't spoil that for you." Margaret made a wonderful nurse for Tina's and Connie's special charges. She had worked for years on the pediatrics wards of hospitals and when she was accused of carelessness in the accidental death of an infant, she was shattered. The hospital administration made sure that her career in nursing was over. It devastated her.

When, through Doc, she was offered this opportunity to go on caring for baby's, even in this way, she jumped at the chance. It was the male administrator of the hospital that had discredited her and this was sort of her way of getting back at men. Margaret took great pleasure in her duties.

Tina and Margaret were there, standing over the crib waiting for the sedative to wear off.

John came out of it slowly. He fought us way up from the depths of unconsciousness. As he neared the surface of awareness he opened his eyes. Realization flowed back to him as he looked into the face of Tina. The other woman, a grandmotherly type, he didn't recognize.

John tested his muscles only to be disappointed. No response came from the messages his brain sent out.

"Well good morning." Tina said cheerfully. "How's our little girl this morning?" She knew no answer would be forthcoming.

"Poor thing looks so unhappy lying there all wrapped up in her bandages."

"She doesn't feel anything Margaret." Tina reminded her.

"I know but she looks so pitiful." Margaret brushed his hair out of his eyes.

God! He hated being treated this way. Now this old woman wanted to mother him. He was just as upset about being called 'she'. He was not a girl and he would never act like one for them, no matter what they did to him.

"Margaret, I'd like to introduce you to Laura. Laura, this is your nurse, your nanny and your new fiend, Margaret."

Tina realized she was getting ahead of herself. "I almost forgot. We've decided on a lovely new name for you. We can't keep calling you Johnny." They had taken a vote and Tina's idea for his new name won out. "You're new name is Laura, Laura Cabbot. We're going to create a whole new identity for you. It will take you a little while to get used to it but you will, in time."

"Why don't we begin by washing your hair and giving you a nice bath." Tina suggested, stroking his head. "That'll make you feel better."

They put him into their modified wheelchair. Straps across his chest, above his bandages, were to keep him from falling out.

She backed the low chair up to the sink in the bathroom and with his head back, Tina washed and conditioned his hair.

Then she told him, "I'm just going to lighten it a little. I think you'll like it." She gave him a rinse. His brown hair was now a few shades lighter and it suited him.

She drew his hair into pigtails, fastened with white bows. "There Laura, that should make you more comfortable and it will keep your hair out of your face." Tina stroked his cheek, smiling.

He couldn't see what she had done but he could imagine. If only he could get his hands around her throat.

"Now we'll have a nice sponge bath." It had been a few days since he had been washed. It was not a simple matter to wash a grown man in a wheel chair but she managed.

It was humiliating to be treated this way. She rubbed lotion all over him after she dried him off. There was no spot on his entire body that she missed.

"Don't you feel better now, all nice and clean and soft?" It was a lot of work. It was no wonder they had Margaret to do these things on a daily basis.

"Margaret, are you ready to begin Laura's electrolysis?" Tina asked, calling out to her in the bedroom.

"I just finished setting up. Ready when you are." She called back.

Tina wheeled him out. "What do you think?"

Margaret clapped her hands in delight, smiling at him. "Oh Laura, your hair looks lovely."

Tina wheeled him back to the crib, where Margaret waited. "Now you just go on and leave us. We have hours worth of work to do to make Laura look pretty." Margaret had become very proficient with the needle but it would still take her days to rid him of his beard forever.

"Ok, I'll check back with you later. Yell if you need anything."

She hadn't shown him what he looked like but he could almost imagine. The condescending way the treated him was driving him crazy. Just the thought of them coloring and putting his hair in pigtails repulsed him.

He was back in the crib now, looking at the old woman. She had turned his head to her and there was a device in her hand. John knew what electrolysis was and he knew its effect was permanent. What he didn't know was how painful it was going to be.

John hardly felt the tiny needle enter his cheek but when the woman electrified it, it sent a burning sensation through the whole side of his face. He wanted to pull away but couldn't. He laid there for hours while the woman worked on his lip. John tried to imagine what it would be like never to be able to grow a beard or moustache again. He couldn't.

Margaret worked quickly. She had gotten a great deal of practice since taking the electrolysis class over two years ago. Her deftness continued to improve. Zapping one hair every six seconds was easy for her now.

It would probably take her the whole week, working about six hours a day, to completely rid this boy of his unwanted hair. Margaret was a patient woman but relentless when challenged.

John wished he could escape into sleep but the constant probing would not let him.

There wasn't much Tina could do with him as long as he had the bandages on and he still had hair on his face. For the next few days they would feed him intravenously. Then, diluting the muscle relaxant so he had some functions, they would start to feed him by bottle.

With his ability to suck on a bottle would come his ability to talk. Tina was sure that this one would be uncooperative. They all were to some degree but this one was going to be difficult. He was so pushy and belligerent before, he was bound to be quite vocal. Tina would discuss with the others, finding a way to keep it to a minimum, a way to force him to be more cooperative. She had an idea.

John's bladder was full and the constant needles being electrified in his skin did little to take his mind off the pressure. He just couldn't hold out any longer. He hadn't gone to the bathroom since the dinner with the bitch on Friday night. The fluids they were pumping into his arm didn't help.

He thought he could hold back moving his bowels indefinitely but when the warmth of his urine filled the diaper, he couldn't help himself and let go involuntarily.

Margaret took a break around one to have lunch with Tina.

"How's it going?" Tina asked as she placed the chicken salad platter on the table in front of Margaret and sat down.

"That salad looks delicious, thank you. It's going fine. I finished his upper lip. I'll probably have to go back in a few days and get the few that I'm sure I missed but that's not bad for one morning." Margaret was pleased with herself.

"Oh, by the way. He soiled his diaper a few minutes ago. I thought I'd leave it alone until after lunch."

"Very good." Tina liked the way Margaret handled that. "That'll give him something to think about. The more helpless and dependent he feels, the better."

"That's what I thought." Said Margaret as she placed a fork full of the salad into her mouth.

The urine had turned cold and lying there in his own feces was a horrible feeling. He wanted to ask her to clean him up but he couldn't. Anything would be better than lying there in it. Surely she could smell it, he certainly could.

Margaret pretended not to notice at first. She sat down in her chair and picked up the needle as if to resume the electrolysis. "My, my. What's that I smell. She looked John in the eye. "Laura? Did you dirty your diaper sweetheart?" Margaret stood up. "I think Aunt Margaret better have a look."

In a way, he was grateful. She took his legs out of the pajamas and removed the dirty diaper.

"What a good girl you are. We wondered how long you were going to hold back." Margaret called into the other room. "Tina, come see what our little girl has done."

Not that. It was bad enough having this old woman gawk at him but having the young, beautiful girl see him this way was so humiliating.

Tina responded quickly. She was waiting for Margaret to call her. "Laura what a good girl." Tina stroked his head. "You're learning to cooperate beautifully. That makes me very happy." Tina could almost tell what he must be thinking by the look in his eyes. That didn't bother her in the least. A few weeks or so of being treated this way and he would welcome a change, any change.

Cooperating had nothing to do with it. He wished he could tell her that.

The old woman, Margaret, washed him with a warm washrag and it felt good to be clean again.

Margaret put lotion on his bottom, explaining, "This is just so you don't get a rash sweetheart." Then she powdered him and put on a clean diaper. "Now doesn't that feel much better?"

The clean diaper was appreciated but not the lotion and powder. It made him smell like a baby. His objections went unspoken. The woman sat down and resumed the electrolysis.

At about five that afternoon, after almost nine hours of the tedious work, Margaret called it a day and cleaned up her equipment.

"Laura honey, you should take a nap. I'm sure you're exhausted too." Margaret put lotion on his lip and cheek, the areas that she had worked on. "That will help to make your skin less irritated Laura." Margaret rolled him over on his stomach. "Sleep tight."

He was exhausted. He didn't fight it. John fell asleep almost immediately.

Tina poured them both a glass of wine.

"I noticed when I cleaned him up that his testicles seemed very small." Margaret thought that was curious.

"Oh, I meant to tell you. Doc injected him with something. Apparently they will disappear or at least be the size of small peas, perhaps as soon as tomorrow."

"They're almost that small now." Remarked Margaret.

"It's certainly going to make it much easier for Laura to wear his pretty panties. Especially after the hormones make his penis shrivel up too. Doc says that it will happen much quicker this time."

"That's wonderful." Margaret was delighted. That meant they'd have that much more time to teach him the things he'd need to learn, to become the feminine creature they intended him to be. When they checked him around eight that evening they found him still sleeping and dry. "He's going to try to hold back and not soil himself again." Margaret commented in a whisper.

"I know. I'll add the mild laxative to his IV. By morning he won't be able to hold back any more. We'll only have to do it for a few days, until he gets used to going in his diaper."

They left him sleeping. If he woke in the night, they were not aware of it. The open intercom to the nursery was only a formality since he could not call out.

 

TUESDAY - DAY 4

Tuesday went much the same as the day before. He soiled his diaper in the morning. Tina and Margaret were sure it was involuntary as there was virtually nothing solid in his system. The discharge was thin and watery and smelled to high heaven. He wet his diaper in the late afternoon and again around eleven that night.

John was angry with himself for his lack of control. Margaret was very gentle with him when she handled him. He no longer resented the diaper the way he had. Certainly, it was still humiliating to wear but compared to what it would have been like without one, this was better.

Margaret put in almost ten hours on him, finishing his right cheek and starting on the left.

It was no easier to endure than the first day had been. John had not prayed for years but he occupied his time with more than a few. Some were directed at heaven. A few would be better defined as curses, directed at his captors.

 

WEDNESDAY - DAY 5

Wednesday started out the same as the two previous days. Except Ben came in around eleven in the morning and checked his patient. "I think he...."

Tina interrupted him. "It's Laura, Doc."

"Pretty name." He said looking down on him in his crib. "I like it. It fits."

"We thought so too. What were you about to say?" Tina asked.

"Oh, yes. I think we can get rid of a few of those bandages today. Laura's healing beautifully." Ben removed the small ones at his hairline, under his eyes, his nose and on his mouth. He checked his chin. "I'll redress this so Margaret has more room to work her magic but it better stay on for a few more days. The swelling is almost all gone and the bruising is fading nicely."

Ben unwrapped John's chest and checked the tiny stitches under his arms. "We'll have to leave this wrapped up until the weekend. I don't want to take any chances."

"You did a beautiful job on him doctor." Margaret was impressed. Ben and Margaret had been friends for years but she never forgot who was the doctor and who was the nurse. She had the greatest respect for him.

"Thank you Margaret. I'm happy with it."

Ben waited with his next question until he and Tina were out in the living room. "How are his testicles?"

"Gone. I can't find a trace. When I changed him this morning I searched. Nothing, just loose empty folds of skin."

"Great. We'll have to keep this in mind for next time. I'm anxious to see how much difference it makes." He had a thought. "We might want to take that loose skin and shape it into folds, make it look like the lips of a vagina."

"Interesting idea. I think I like that."

"We could go a step further and sew his shriveled penis into the folds. I think I could make it appear to look just like a natural clitoris."

"Can you really do that? Wow. Let's talk to the others about that later."

Connie's flight got in at three and she arrived at the loft at almost five. She had to stop by their bank and make a deposit.

"Almost thirty thousand." Connie was proud to announce.

"Fantastic." Remarked Tina, surprised. "I thought you said it would be closer to twenty?"

"I found some stocks in a safety deposit box at his bank."

"No trouble getting into it?"

"Not with his power of attorney. I was able to get his signature forged perfectly from that sample on his credit slip from the restaurant." It had only cost Connie $500 for the forgery.

"Even after we outfit him, there'll be plenty left over."

"With the money from his furniture and things there should be another five thousand or so. His car should sell for eighteen to twenty. It's a brand new Mercury Cougar, loaded." Connie had done well and she was proud of herself.

"So what's left to take care of in Houston?" Tina was anxious to wrap up that part of the business.

"Nothing, I finished up everything."

"Job?"

"Resignation tendered. No forwarding address."

"Apartment?"

"Lease terminated, penalties paid. No forwarding address."

"Utilities?"

"Accounts closed."

"Banking?"

"All accounts closed. CDs and stocks liquidated. Cash deposited in our bank, in the company's name." Connie grinned from ear to ear.

"TWA's records show John as getting on a flight to LA on Monday. The post office has an address in LA to forward his mail to. It's a Post Office Box and it's going to get very full fast but that's life."

"Connie, you're fantastic." Tina hugged her.

"I've always said that. Not to change the subject but have you heard from Jack?" Connie was a little worried. She didn't like him driving all the way home alone. She hadn't seen him since Monday afternoon when she gave him the bill of sale for John's car. The transfer of title took place in Texas so there was no lead back to Illinois.

"He called last night from Tulsa. Everything was fine. He said the weather was beautiful and he was enjoying the ride. He asked about you."

"He's such a cutie." Connie was more than a little fond of him.

"He said he expected to be in a little after dinner time. I told him we'd have a nice thick juicy steak for him."

"He's going to get more than that when he gets home." Connie said with an evil little grin.

"You two are bad."

"Actually, we're quite good."

Jack got in around seven thirty and Connie had the promised steak ready for him. He gobbled it down and he and connie retired into the Yellow bedroom for dessert.

 

THURSDAY - DAY 6

John remembered the guy, Jack, when he awoke very early Thursday morning to see him standing next to his crib. The look in Jack's eye made John uncomfortable.

Jack spoke very quietly. He knew the intercom was on in the room and he wanted a few minutes privacy with the man. "How's our little Laura this morning." Jack put his big paw on the man's shoulder. Slowly he drew it down across John's bandaged chest, his slender waist and finally rested it on his thigh. "You look much prettier with your hair that way Laura."

Jack felt the dampness through his cotton pajamas he wore. "Did our little girl have an accident? Uncle Jack will make you feel better."

John thought he'd die when the big hulk unsnapped the top of the pajamas from the bottoms and pulled them off, but all he could do was watch.

"Our Laura wet herself. Uncle Jack will change your diaper for you." Jack undid the safety pins and pulled the corners of the diaper down. He left John lying there while he went and got a warm washcloth from the bathroom. Jack washed him all over. He put the soiled diaper in the diaper pail and slid a fresh one under him.

John was mortified.

Jack got the cream and baby powder from the dressing table. He spread the cream generously on the helpless man's bottom. He let a finger explore John's dark crevice. "Do you like that Laura? Does that excite you the way it excites me? I bet you'd like to feel my dick inside you even more. Wouldn't you?"

John saw the fire in his eyes, his hand reaching for his zipper. John's eyes began to fill with tears. Never in his life had he felt so helpless, so vulnerable.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER!!?" Margaret stood in the nursery door. She was outraged. She had heard something over the intercom and she came to investigate. "You get away from Laura.

Thank God, John thought to himself. He never thought he'd be glad to see Margaret but he was now. Thank God.

"I was just changing her. She wet her diaper." Luckily she hadn't walked in a moment later. Jack and Margaret had their run ins in the past. She didn't like him very much. Actually, aside from Ben, she didn't like any man very much. Margaret almost always ruined Jack's fun with their 'girls'. Almost always. Jack was determined with this one. He could wait, if he had to.

"You just get away from her."

"What's going on in here?" Tina had been awaken by the commotion.

"Nothing, I was just changing Laura's diaper. She was wet."

"Right Jack. I think you better leave Laura to Margaret for the next couple of weeks. You'll have your turn to spend time with her." Tina was not naive. They all knew what Jack liked. Connie tolerated it because she was crazy about him. Tina decided to say nothing to her about the incident.

What did she mean, 'Jack would have his turn.' John wondered. The thought of what the guy was on the verge of doing to him was disgusting and terrifying.

"There, there sweetheart. I won't let him hurt you. Aunt Margaret promises."

John probably would have hugged her back if he could have, he was that relieved and grateful that she had saved him.

"Come on Jack. Let's leave Laura and Margaret alone. Don't you have an assignment you're supposed to start today?"

"Yea, yea." Jack turned back to the old woman. "Sorry Margaret." He didn't dislike the woman he just wished she wasn't so protective of the 'girls'.

Margaret checked John over to make sure he was alright then she finished diapering him. As she did every morning, she washed his face and applied the hormone laced lotion from head to toe. She replaced the ribbons in his hair with barrettes after brushing it.

She set him on the large scale in the corner of the room. A plastic contour chair had been attached to it for their limp subjects to sit in. "You're doing beautifully Laura. You lost another three pounds since yesterday. You're down to 131, only about fifteen more to go and you're already getting a nice figure."

Weight he could put back on but he wasn't sure what he could do about the other things they were doing to him. John was very worried about the breast implants and the surgery on his face. He was sure he must look like some kind of freak but they hadn't let him see himself, not even what they did to his hair.

Putting clean pajamas on him, she set up her equipment and got busy with her needle. Margaret spent the entire day, another ten hours, working on just his neck.

After they cleaned up from dinner the whole gang sat down to talk. "I've been thinking." Said Tina. "Laura's going to be a little tougher to handle than the others have been. I believe we're going to find him to be more violent than anyone we've come across."

"What do you want to do?" Asked Connie.

"I was thinking. What if we had a few of those little electronic stunners? You know, the type some people carry around for protection." Tina had come up with this thought only an hour or so ago.

Ben chimed in. "It's not a bad thought but have you thought of the damage he could do it he got one away from one of us?"

Connie answered for everyone. "That would be disastrous. He might be able to force one of us to let him out. He could go to the police."

"I don't think individual stunners would be a good idea." Jack commented.

Ben was thinking of a variation on the idea. "What if the stunner was a miniature, remote controlled unit and it was inside him?"

"You mean he couldn't get at it?" Asked Jack.

"Sure, why not?" Ben offered. "You can each carry a little remote, like the ones that turn your car alarm on and off. There'd be no advantage in his trying to get that away from you because he couldn't turn around and use it to threaten you. He'd only hurt himself if he tried."

Margaret was a little concerned. "It wouldn't cause Laura any permanent damage would it?"

"No, especially if it's set for very low voltage and it's strategically placed inside him to make him only unbearably uncomfortable." Ben explained. He already had a thought where to place it and it would avoid his have to do any noticeable surgery.

"Is there such a thing?" Asked Tina.

They all turned to Jack. He was the electronics wizard.

"I don't know but I'll certainly find out in the morning. If there isn't I know just the guy to put something together for us." Jack had his sources for almost anything.

"Just try to find something really tiny and moisture proof. Oh yea, and powered by those tiny watch batteries', the ones that last for up to five years."

"Any thing else Doc?" Jack asked looking at him with raised eyebrows.

Ben realized that he sounded awfully pushy. "No, sorry Jack. That's it."

They weren't finished yet. Tina brought up Ben's other idea. She let Ben explain his thought about rebuilding John from his loose skin and shriveled penis.

Connie asked, "What about the buyers? He'd hardly look like a man at all if we do that. They may not want him that way."

"You may be right. I'll call Mr Brevard and get his opinion." Tina hadn't thought of that. She was getting a little carried away with this one. She wanted him to be as much like a girl as possible.

Ben added, "It will be at least another week or two before the hormones have done everything to his penis that they're going to. We have time to decide."

"When I looked at him earlier it looked smaller than I remembered from last week." Connie had changed his diaper before dinner.

"That's possible." Agreed Ben. "But most of his reaction to the hormones should take place in the next two weeks, aside from having heightened sensitivity around his new breasts and his swelling nipples."

Ben stayed the night. He slept in the Pink bedroom .

 

FRIDAY - DAY 7

In the morning, after breakfast, after Connie and Jack left, Ben removed the bandages from John's nose and chin. Aside from a faint bruise under his chin, he looked fine.

Ben had accomplished exactly what he set out to with the man's nose. John had a perky little turned up nose.

The only thing left were his breasts. Ben undid the bandages while Margaret held him in a sitting position in his crib.

John knew what he was doing but could see nothing with his head drooping back.

They looked perfect. Ben pushed and prodded. They were even and looked identical, as natural as real breasts to the eye and to the touch. Even the man's nipples had begun to swell. Not quite full sized yet, but the difference was certainly noticeable. The nearly invisible incisions in his armpits had healed nicely.

"Beautiful Doc." Said Tina who had come into the room and was now standing behind him, admiring his work.

Ben twisted his head around. "Well thank you. I'm rather proud of them." He looked back to John. "Do you think our Laura would like to see how lovely they look?"

"Let me just comb her hair first. I think it's time for her to see it all."

He couldn't feel a thing. Maybe this was all just some kind of cruel joke, he thought to himself. Maybe they hadn't really done anything to him. He could hope.

Tina and Margaret put him into the wheelchair and attached the head restraint, keeping his head erect.

As hard as he tried he couldn't see his chest.

Tina brushed his hair and put it back in pigtails, with pink ribbons this time. She couldn't help but smile. "You look even better than we could have hoped Laura. You really are quite pretty. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. Let's take you out and show the others."

GO TO HELL, John thought to himself.

"Wow." Remarked Ben.

Margaret put her hand to her mouth. "Laura, you look precious." Margaret knelt in front of him. "You are definitely the prettiest thing to ever pass through here."

"Ben would you uncover the mirror for me?" Asked Tina.

"Which one?"

"The one on the wall will be fine." Tina wheeled the chair over to it.

It wasn't a dream. John wanted to die. His eyes looked bigger. His eyebrows were thin and arched up and out from his nose in a high arc. But it wasn't his nose, his mouth or his chin that were reflected in the mirror.

The lotion they put on his face seemed to have had an effect on the texture of his skin. It was smoother, clearer. The wrinkles were gone from his forehead and around his eyes.

They all watched in the mirror as he studied himself. Tina saw the look in his eyes as they began to fill with tears. She stepped up behind him and opened the robe they had put him into when Tina wheeled him into the bathroom.

He had been transfixed by his face and hair, almost forgetting about his chest. He couldn't ignore it any longer. Firm, round breasts protruded from his hairless chest. They were as beautiful and natural looking as any he had ever fondled, except they were his. John couldn't look any more he closed his eyes. He didn't want to cry in front of them but he couldn't help himself.

For the first time Tina felt a twinge of compassion for the man. It was the same every time. There was always some point where you felt sorry for them, for just a moment, and then it passed. In this one's case it didn't even last a moment. He was a son of a bitch and he deserved what he was getting. "Let's get Laura back to her bed. This has been quite a morning for her and she probably would like to rest."

Ben helped Margaret get John back into his crib. "When are you going to begin to wean her." He asked Tina.

The emotional moment had passed. "As soon as Margaret says she's finished with her electrolysis."

"That should be today. I just have the chin and her lower lip left. I'll be done today, even if I have to finish after dinner." Margaret didn't want to drag it out any longer then necessary.

John was heartsick. A man's beard, or at least the knowledge that he could grow one if he so chose, was a sign of virility. They had taken that away from him. They had taken so much.

"Wonderful Margaret."

"Not at all. Now why don't you two go ahead and get out of here so I can get busy."

She worked all day. She worked quickly but was thorough. Margaret did have to go back after dinner, when John normally slept. She didn't like disturbing him but she had said she would finish today and she was determined to do it.

Jack found what they were looking for. The device was packaged in a cylinder about a quarter inch in diameter and three quarters of an inch long with two tiny wires coming out of one end. "It won't knock a person out but it will incapacitate someone for about ten seconds and its very painful."

"Perfect. I have just the place for it." Ben rolled it around in his palm.

"What's its range?" Asked Tina.

"About fifty feet. Possibly as much as seventy but that's it."

"It won't do any permanent damage, you're sure?" Connie asked, concerned.

"Positively babe." Jack assured her.

"Ben, can you put it in tonight?" Tina asked.

"I can but what's the rush?" He didn't understand.

"I really want to get him off the muscle relaxant tomorrow and once he's off, I'd rather avoid having to knock him out again. We lose so much time when we have to do that and it creates distrust in his mind. We want to build that trust as soon as possible and maintain it. It's too fragile to mess with."

Ben understood. "As soon as Margaret's done I'll go ahead and do it. It won't take me long. It goes in through a small slit up inside his anus. He won't even know it's there."

"Wonderful. Now, who wants coffee and home baked apple pie?" Tina had baked that afternoon.

 

 

SATURDAY - DAY 8

John awoke to Margaret's gentle touch.

"Good morning sweetheart. How did my little girl sleep last night?" Margaret was taking off his ruffled pink pants with the white polka dots.

His diaper was wet, he had apparently gone to the bathroom in the middle of the night. He said the word in his mind, not realizing he was capable of verbalizing it. "Fine." John startled himself.

"Oh sweetheart, it's so nice to finally hear your voice."

Tina and Connie were standing in the doorway. They were waiting for his reaction to the weakened medication.

Connie had called in to her office and told them she wouldn't be in. She had missed too many wonderful moments already.

The words had not sounded like his. The voice he heard was no more than a whisper. "What's happening to me?" He rasped out with difficulty.

Tina and Connie stepped over to the side of the bed opposite Margaret. The large woman had a big smile on her face as she cleaned his bottom.

"Easy Laura." Connie advised, compassionately.

He spoke in a whisper, "John!" He realized that he was no longer helpless. He could feel his legs, his arms. He tried to raise his hand to the blond leaning over him. To his frustration, it was an effort to even grab the bars of the crib. He let go and his arm fell to the mattress, too weak to hold on.

Tina smiled down at him. "You might as well get used to being called Laura, sweetheart. There is no 'John' anymore."

Margaret slid a clean diaper under him. "Just relax Laura." He was trying to squirm out of her grip. She had him by the ankles to raise him up.

He didn't have the strength to brake away from the old woman, as hard as he tried. He gave up and relaxed.

"Why?" He whispered, looking back to the young women.

"It's nothing personal Laura. It's just business." Tina continued to grin. "When you realize what your new life is going to be like, you may actually like it."

"Never." He said as forcibly as he could but it didn't sound very convincing. "I have a life, a job and friends. They'll wonder where I am." Talking was sapping what little strength he had. "They'll look for me."

"I don't think so Laura." He didn't know that John had resigned from his job and moved to California. His coworkers were happy to see him go. Tina was enjoying the look of surprise on his face. There was no reason at that moment to share all that with him.

It was time to give him a hint of what was in store for him. "You're going have a whole new life Laura. You'll have beautiful clothes to wear and pretty jewelry. You'll discover how wonderful it is to be treated like a woman." Tina's expression changed to very serious. "You'll learn what it means to make a man happy and keep him satisfied. How to treat him well and keep yourself attractive for him."

He didn't need to know the rest just now. That he would live in a mansion and be treated like a princess. That was, of course, if he kept his master happy and satisfied. If he didn't, life in South America would be a living hell.

"I won't...." It was getting harder to talk. He was exhausted. "I won't....do..it." It was absurd

They all smiled. Tina answered for Connie and herself. "But you will Laura. Soon you'll come to accept and understand that there's nothing you can do to resist. The sooner you realize that, the sooner it will be more pleasant for you here and we can get on with preparing you for your new life."

Margaret had finished dressing him and stepped back. She knew what Tina planned on doing to him.

He didn't take his eyes from Tina. "No." Was all he could muster the energy to say.

"Laura, I'm going to teach you a little lesson, so you understand how useless it is to resist. After that, Aunt Margaret is going to feed you. You are going to be a good girl for her! Do you understand?"

"No." He pushed out the word with the last of his strength.

Margaret's remote was in her skirt pocket. Connie's was in her slacks. Tina's was in her hand, behind her back. She pressed the white button.

"UHHH" The moan came from deep inside him. The pain crawled up his spine. It wasn't a sharp pain but a dull, gripping sensation. He felt like someone had his insides in their grip and was squeezing them. His back arched off the mattress. Then it was over and he collapsed back down.

John had never felt anything like it. He didn't understand what they had done to him.

Tina put the remote away. The man lay there with tears running down his cheeks, his eyes closed. "Margaret, I think Laura's ready for her bottle."

Both Connie and Margaret were disturbed by what they had just seen. They knew he would have pain but this was worse than they had expected.

"Come with me honey." Margaret put down the side of the crib and took him in her arms. She sat in the rocker, next to the dresser. His legs rested on the arm of the chair and his head and shoulders in the cradle of her arms.

Margaret reached up and took the bottle she had prepared for him from the dresser. She began to rock and put the nipple in his mouth.

John finally opened his eyes as he felt the rubber nipple forced between his lips. Pitiful, frightened eyes looked up at the old woman.

"Be a good girl and drink your bottle. You don't want to be punished again?" Margaret said lovingly, looking down at her limp charge.

John closed his eyes and sucked on the soft rubber nipple. Warm milk like fluid ran down his throat. It was sickly sweet tasting but it was the first thing to pass his lips in days.

Tina and Connie watched as he sucked on the bottle. The device had obviously had the desired effect. Content that Margaret could handle him, they left the nursery.

John heard the door close behind them but did not bother to open his eyes. That would have taken energy he didn't have anyway. He would do as they told him. He never wanted to feel that pain again.

Margaret continued to rock him even after he fell asleep. Instinct had taken over and he continued to suck on the nipple even as his breathing slowed.

She put him in his crib when the bottle was empty. He would sleep for a while, she was sure of that. Margaret settled back into the rocker with a book. She loved to read Danielle Steel's romances and her latest just came out.

They relaxed in the living room. "That certainly worked." Connie remarked as she poured them a fresh cup of coffee from the pot on the table.

"I could almost feel it myself." Tina remarked with a shiver.

"You don't suppose that it's too severe a way to condition him." Connie worried.

"It is pretty severe. I hope we don't have to use it too often." Tina didn't particularly like it either but it was going to save them a lot of time and aggravation.

"Judging by his reaction, I don't think we will." Connie had been impressed at the way he took to the bottle. In the past it had taken days to get their 'girls' to accept it.

John slept through the morning and half the afternoon. When he woke up his diaper was wet. He had gotten accustomed to going to the bathroom in them but he hated the feeling when he woke up to cold urine against his skin.

He lay very still. Behind him he could hear someone turn the pages of a book. As much as he would have liked them to change him, his curiosity had the best of him. John slid his hand to his breast, slowly. The soft mounds of warm flesh felt so real. When he touched his nipple, through the heavy cotton pajamas, he flinched. It was very sensitive.

Earlier, when he had first discovered that he had feeling back in his extremities, he noticed an odd sensation. Now he wanted to check it out. As disgusting as it was to do, he slid his hand under his pajamas and into the wet diaper. He breathed a sigh of relief to find he still had a dick. He didn't seem to notice any difference in size. It wasn't till he probed further that his heart jumped into his throat.

The two hard orbs that he couldn't feel earlier were gone. The soft bags of flesh were there but his balls were not.

"Awwww." He cried softly, his eyes grew moist.

"Are you alright sweetheart?" Martha was out of the rocker in a flash and at the side of the crib. "What's wrong?"

"They're gone." John said as he sobbed.

Margaret saw his hand in his diaper. She realized his distress. "It's alright Laura. You don't need those any more. Don't cry honey."

"What's wrong." Asked Tina, rushing into the nursery with Connie. They had heard Margaret through the intercom in the living room.

"Everything's alright. Our little Laura was being curious and discovered that she no longer has those awful testicles she used to have." Margaret was holding him to her chest, stroking the back of his head as he cried.

"Oh, thank God. I thought there was something wrong." Connie breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, she'll be fine. I'm going to change her diaper and give her her bath. She'll fell better then."

Satisfied that everything was alright, Tina and Connie went back to what they had been doing. It was time to begin their search for their next subject and they were considering branching out, running their ad in singles magazines in other, nearby cities. Things had gone so well with John that they decided it might be very profitable to do the same thing again.

What had they done to him? He didn't want to talk. He wanted to go back to sleep, so he could wake up and find that this was all only a dream. Depression was getting a firm grip on him.

John just laid there and let Margaret change him. The sponge bath did make him feel better and after his lotion, the clean pajamas felt good against his skin.

He was docile as she fussed over him, cooing and talking to him like he was her baby girl. She had been talking like that to him for a week and he was used to it now, it didn't aggravate him anymore.

"How's my big girl now?" Margaret asked when she finished dressing him and brushing his hair. The rhythmic strokes of the brush were relaxing.

His voice was still weak. "I want to go home." He looked up at her from her lap, in the rocker. His expression showed the despair he felt.

"But this is your home now honey, at least for a while." Margaret rocked him. She had rocked hundreds of babies this way, thousands. It brought back fond memories. She liked the way it felt, caring for the helpless childlike person in her arms. Margaret picked up her book with her free hand and began reading.

He lay there in her arms, thinking, as she rocked him. Anger started to well up inside him. Anger at what they had done to him. His face, the way they changed it. They gave him woman's breasts and they were taking away his manhood. He thought about all the little things like stripping him of his body hair and his face, now so smooth.

He began to squirm. He didn't want to be held any more. He wanted to lash out at something, at someone, at anyone. "Let me go. Put me down old woman."

Margaret was dumbstruck. His squirming made her drop her book. "What's the matter with you Laura? Stop that?" She grabbed his hands when he tried to hit her face. It was easy to restrain him but he was behaving badly. "Stop that or I'll have to spank you young lady." She said forcefully.

They heard the commotion from the living room. From the one way mirror they watched. They knew Margaret could handle him but they would be there just in case.

"Spank me? You wouldn't dare."

"How dare you speak to me like that young lady."

"I'll speak to you any way I please." The anger in him was building and he couldn't hit her, he could at least tell her what he thought of her.

Margaret considered using the remote in her pocket but decided against it. She didn't like what she had seen earlier. She was quite capable of dealing with an unruly child. He continued to squirm and fuss. "Alright Laura, I warned you. Now Aunt Margaret will have to teach you a lesson."

She rolled him over, across her legs, and pulled down his pajama bottom and his diaper.

John couldn't believe what was happening.

With his smooth round bottom exposed she brought her large meaty hand down hard.

The first slap stunned him. It stung but he didn't cry out. He was a grown man and grown men don't react that way.

His silence made Margaret even madder. She spanked him again and again.

The stinging pain was too much for him and he yelled louder with each successive slap, "OW! DAMN! SHIT! OW! OW!"

"You stop cursing young lady or I'll spank you so hard your teeth will rattle."

Connie and Tina were bent over laughing in the hallway. "I hope she never gets that mad at me." Connie said, almost in tears.

"She certainly doesn't need any fancy electronic devices to get her point across." Tina struggled to control her laughter. He had enough. She got her point across. "I'm sorry. OW! I won't, OW! do it any, OW! more Margaret OW!" Tears came to his eyes.

"It's 'Aunt' Margaret young lady." She gave him one last slap, a hard one. "And don't you forget it."

"OWWW! I'm sorry Aunt Margaret." Whatever she wanted, anything. His ears were ringing and his ass was on fire.

"That's better." She took him to his crib and pulled the diaper and pajamas back up. "Now just for that you can just have your bottle in your crib. Aunt Margaret doesn't want to rock you any more today. You're a bad girl."

She brought the bottle to him. "Are you going to be a good girl and drink this or do I have to be harsh with you again?"

"I'll be a good girl Aunt Margaret." John answered reluctantly. She shoved the nipple in his mouth and he knew what he better do.

John didn't fall asleep right away when he finished it but he pretended to.

They heard it all from the living room and they loved it. Later, when they spoke to Margaret in the hall they congratulated her on her technique.

It was in the wee hours of the morning when he awoke to the uncomfortable feeling of wet diapers and a horrendous smell.

John had no idea what time it was as there were no windows in the nursery. He rolled over and attempted to get to his feet but he was to week to even pull himself to his knees.

As much as he didn't want to, he called out. "Aunt Margaret." He waited for what seemed like five minutes and called again.

Margaret had heard the first time and he had no sooner called again than she was there.

"I pissed in my....." John tried to explain before she cut him off.

"My little girl doesn't talk like that. She says, 'I wet my diaper Aunt Margaret."

He had not forgotten that she had a temper, if provoked. "I wet my diaper Aunt Margaret."

"That's my good girl. I'll get you cleaned up and then bring you your bottle."

The bottle he could have done without and he wasn't tired. Or so he thought. He couldn't fight off sleep, as hard as he tried as he lay in her arms with her feeding him the bottle.

The 'girls' nighttime bottles always contained the mild sedative to help them sleep through the night.

 

SUNDAY - DAY 9

Sunday morning, after his bath, his lotion treatment and Tina brushed his hair, he was allowed the freedom of the nursery floor.

It was a welcome change but he found he had a lot of difficulty getting around. Just getting up on his hands and knees was a chore.

The sensation of having breasts hanging from his chest took a while to get used to. His nipples were even more sensitive than before and they were growing. They were no longer just tiny little nubs. They had swollen to over twice their normal size and the circle of dark skin around them had grown too. It was very unnerving to see them become more and more feminine looking.

He had become accustomed to the lost sensation of not having his balls swinging when he moved. Perhaps it was his imagination but his dick seemed smaller.

John had, for years, woken up with a morning hard on but that pleasant sensation was missing from his mornings now. This, more than his breasts and his lack of testicles, disturbed him.

The nursery, and more importantly, the way he was treated like a baby girl, accomplished several very important psychological needs in the process. The first was to make the men feel helpless and dependent.

Next it gave Tina and the others the opportunity to physically condition them. The time spent under the muscle relaxant went a long way help break down their thick muscle tissue. Once that was removed, or greatly reduced, the hormone therapy only allowed feminine muscle development, much different from male muscle tissue.

The third benefit was also psychological, even though it was very subtle. Once the patient has learned of the physical changes made to him and gets over his initial anger, depression sets in. He has already, at some level, accepted being treated like a baby. Then, as you give his freedom back to him, even though it's under different conditions than he was accustomed, he's grateful and accepting to a greater degree than would be normal.

Tina had spent months researching the psychological techniques they used and they continued to refine them.

After about an hour of crawling around the room he was bored. He had looked his crib over from top to bottom. He investigated the compartments of the dressing table and their contents. The scale that he was put on every morning held no mystery. Only the dresser that contained the clothes Margaret dressed him in and the rocker were left and there was no fascination in them either.

He was sitting on the floor with his back to the crib when Margaret looked up from her book and spoke to him, "There's some things in here that might amuse you Laura." She pulled open the bottom drawer of the dresser.

Tina heard the coded phrase in the living room and hurried to watch at the window.

He had nothing else to do. He crawled over to the dresser and looked into the drawer. There was three or four magazines in a stack. On top was Mademoiselle. Not interested, he thought to himself.

Next to the magazines were several dolls. They were similar to Barbie dolls but more lifelike. A shoe box contained realistic outfits for the dolls. Under the box were children's books, the kind written for young girls. "You can take anything out that you want."

"No thanks."

As he crawled away he was reminded of his manners. "Laura, you mean 'No thank you Aunt Margaret'?"

John looked back and conceded, "No thank you Aunt Margaret." He told her with a forced smile.

"That's my good girl." Margaret smiled and went back to her book. She had set the stage now she would leave him alone and see what happens.

He should have expected that. She was constantly correcting him now and he knew what she wanted to hear. He had decided it wasn't too much to ask to keep her happy. He didn't want to upset her again. She had too heavy a hand and it hurt.

Tina wasn't disappointed with his reaction to the contents of the drawer. It was what she expected. She went back to what she was doing.

About an hour passed and John was bushed from all his exertion. Margaret put him on her lap and fed him his bottle at ten.

He woke up around one thirty. Margaret changed him. He was having regular bowel movements now, from the formula.

Again John found himself on the floor with nothing to do. He noticed the dresser drawer was still open. Not the way it had been, it looked like Margaret had pushed it part way closed at some point. He still had no interest in its contents.

An hour went by and he just sat or laid around. Finally, in frustration, he went over to the drawer and pulled out a magazine.

Margaret watched out of the corner of her eye but said nothing.

He read the articles and skipped the rest. He was in the middle of the second one, Woman's World, when Margaret rose from her rocker and picked him up. She slipped the magazines back into the drawer and pushed it almost all the way closed with her foot.

Her intent was to send him a message. She was almost telling him that's enough. The logic was, he wouldn't do what they wanted so tell him that he's not to look at or play with what's in the drawer, and he would do just the opposite.

"Time for your bottle and your nap now sweetheart." Margaret put him on her lap and fed him. This bottle was laced with the sedative because he was probably not tired, having not done as much as he had that morning.

He fought getting drowsy and lost.

John awoke to wet, dirty diapers and didn't hesitate to call Margaret. "Thank you Aunt Margaret, I feel much better now." He said with a smile.

"You're welcome sweetheart." She kissed him on the cheek. That was the first time she had seen him genuinely smile. It was a pretty smile.

John headed straight for the drawer as soon as she set him down. He didn't have the strength to open it himself. "Aunt Margaret, may I look at the magazines some more?"

"What do we say when we ask for something?" Margaret asked sweetly.

"Please Aunt Margaret?" His smile was just for show. Inside, he resented her asking him to say please.

"That's my good girl. Move aside a little and I'll open it for you." She thought he was just so sweet the way he asked. He was reacting so predictably.

Over the two and a half hours he devoured ever word in Mademoiselle and proceeded into the next with the same vigor. He was half was through when Margaret announced it was bedtime.

"Can't I just finish this one Aunt Margaret, please."

"Tomorrow's another day Laura." Margaret put out her arms to him. "Come on now."

John quickly put the magazines away and put his arms up to her. There was no point in arguing. He couldn't win.

Tina and the others watched from outside as he fell asleep in her arms. Margaret put him in his crib with what was left in the bottle and he pulled on the nipple before he drifted off into deep sleep.

"You're doing a beautiful job with him. I thought he'd give you a lot more trouble than he has." Connie was amazed.

"I think it was the spanking you gave him. That really left an impression on him." Tina had been touched when he cried and then apologized to Margaret.

"I wish I had seen that." Jack would have liked to watch that.

"I think it's because I'm strict but patient with him. You should have seen him smile at me this morning after his bath. It was precious.

"What was his weight this morning?" Connie was curious.

Margaret took her pad out of her pocket. "126 pounds. He loses two or three pounds a day. He's pretty consistent."

"Only eleven to go. By the middle of next week he should be there." Tina was pleased he was losing it so consistently.

"Margaret, when it's convenient tomorrow, please measure him so we can begin to get a wardrobe together?"

"Gladly Tina." When she weighed him would be a good time, she thought to herself.

"If we're going to start him on cereal tomorrow, won't that slow his weight loss down?" Connie asked.

Margaret answered. "I don't think it will make any difference. He's only going to get a few ounces a day."

Tina almost forgot, "Oh, that's right. Jack, would you get the high chair from the storeroom and quietly put it in the nursery?"

"Sure, be right back." Jack headed down the hall.

"I'll just wait here for him." Said Margaret. She didn't trust him an inch.

"Margaret, it's adorable the way you watch over these 'girls'."

 

MONDAY - DAY 10

John was surprised to learn he was going to get solid food for breakfast but when he saw the oatmeal like cereal and the oversized high chair, his joy subsided.

"I'm not going to sit in that and be fed like a baby." He refused.

"If you don't do as I say and behave yourself Laura, I'll have to spank you. I don't want to have to do that to you sweetheart."

"I don't care if you spank me or not. I will not let you do that to me." John was determined to stand his ground. "And my name is John, not Laura." He felt stronger and he'd had enough.

Margaret might have just spanked him if it weren't for the last. Talking like that was just not to be tolerated. He had to be taught to accept being called Laura. She did not get upset or show him any anger.

"I'm sorry to have to do this darling but you leave me no choice. Aunt Margaret doesn't like to hurt you." She put him back in his bed and put up the side rails. She put her hand in her skirt pocket and found the device.

Margaret was silent as she changed his diaper for the second time in less than ten minutes. She gave him his bath and put on his special lotion. She brushed his hair gently, in silence. Naked, she put him on his scale. Another two pounds lost.

As he sat there quietly, Margaret took out the measuring tape from her pocket. His bust measured 34", his waist was 28" and his hips were 35 ½".

Margaret put him on the dressing table and diapered and dressed him then sat him up. "Now young lady, we need to have a serious talk. What is you're name?"

He didn't hesitate, he had been afraid to speak up till now. "It's Laura, Aunt Margaret."

"And what are you?"

"I'm your little girl." John kept his eyes down.

"Are you going to behave yourself now young lady and do what Aunt Margaret, Tina and Connie tell you."

He kept his eyes down in submission. "Yes Aunt Margaret."

"Yes what sweetheart?"

"I'm going to do what ever I'm told."

Margaret put away her stern face. "Look at Aunt Margaret sweetheart."

John slowly looked up into her eyes.

"No more misbehaving."

John shook his head no.

"You and I are going to be the best of friends and Aunt Margaret is going to take care of you." She smiled and stroked his cheek.

John forced a smile. "Best friends."

"Now, is my little girl ready for her breakfast."

John put out his hands for her to pick him up. "Yes Aunt Margaret."

He sat obediently while she fed him the little bowl of cereal, spoonful by spoonful.

"What a good girl." Margaret wiped his mouth. "Does Laura want her bottle now or do you want Aunt Margaret to put you on the floor for a little while?" He was being an angel for her now.

He was still feeling the effects of the experience but he didn't want to go back in his crib yet. "The floor?" He asked.

She smiled at him. "Say, 'Laura wants to play on the floor Aunt Margaret'."

"Laura wants to play on the floor Aunt Margaret." He repeated without hesitation or apprehension.

"Of course you can honey." She lifted him from the chair and set him down. She pushed the chair over against the wall, out of his way.

John just sat there a minute. His stomach was full and he felt content. The muscle spasms he experienced earlier had passed.

John had almost forgot about the drawer and its contents. As he crawled toward it he asked, "Aunt Margaret, can Laura please play with the things in the drawer?"

"Sure sweetheart, just let Aunt Margaret open it for you."

He pulled out the magazine he had been looking through last night and he watched Margaret settle down to her book, in the rocker.

When he finished reading it he picked up the last of the three magazines. It was a hairstyling magazine and he flipped through the pictures. He had read everything there was to read. He still had no interest in the children's books. He picked up one of the dolls and looked at it for a second then put it back in the drawer.

Now he wanted to sleep. "Aunt Margaret, can Laura have her bottle now?"

"Certainly honey, come here to me and I'll hold you."

John crawled over and she picked him up. Safely cradled in her arms he gratefully took his bottle. He was sound asleep before he finished it.

Margaret took the nipple out of his mouth and caught the tiny drops of drool that escaped from the corners. She didn't immediately put him in his crib. She rocked him and watched him peacefully sleep.

Their relationship was cemented that morning. John never again said 'no' to Margaret and he always addressed her respectfully. He never forgot again that he was her little girl, Laura. And that she was Laura's friend.

"He's almost a size seven and he still has almost ten pounds to lose, wonderful." Tina was more than pleased.

Margaret related everything that had happened that morning.

"I didn't hear him make a fuss. We must have turned off the living room intercom. You should have called us Margaret." It disturbed Tina that the ruckus went unnoticed.

"No need. Everything's fine. He was the best behaved little girl you could imagine, when things calmed down."

"Great. I hope he's that cooperative with us when the time comes." Connie knew how difficult the next stage could be.

"We'll win him over. What Margaret's done will be a big help later." Tina was confident.

"How did we ever get by without implants in the others. It makes things so much easier." Connie marveled.

"Live and learn." Said Margaret

When he awoke that afternoon he was a different person.

"Hi sweetheart. Did you have a nice nap?" To Margaret he looked more relaxed than she had ever seen him. His smile was warm and genuine.

"Yes Aunt Margaret."

She slipped her hand under his pajamas. "Oh, you're wet. Shall Aunt Margaret change you?"

"Yes, please." He was content to let her take care of him. It was a relief not to feel the urge to resist anymore. He was resigned, at least for now.

Margaret dressed him in her favorite outfit. It was a pretty pink and white print top with a gathered neck and sleeves. The hem was long and trimmed in lace. The bottoms were bubble shorts of the same material, with gathered waist and leg openings. He looked adorable in it.

He didn't like wearing it but Margaret obviously liked it so he pretended to also. "It's very pretty."

Margaret put him on the floor but instead of sitting down and reading in her chair, she joined him on the floor. "What would Laura like to do now?"

He had absolutely no idea.

"Do you want to read some more sweetheart?" She asked.

"I read everything in the magazines Aunt Margaret." He read every article and every add.

"What about the other books. Do you want to read them?"

"Not really." They didn't interest him.

"I'll read to you if you'd rather. Why don't you go pick one out and bring it over to me." She suggested.

That would beat playing with the dolls and he was sure that would be her next suggestion. "Alright Aunt Margaret." He retrieved one of the two books. It was titled, 'The Babysitter's Club'. She had him lay between her legs with his head resting against her chest while she read to him.

A half hour passed, then an hour. John began to doze, more from boredom than anything.

Margaret could see she was loosing him. She was more than half way through the book. "Is my Laura ready for her bottle and her nap?"

"I'm a little sleepy Aunt Margaret." Sleepy and bored, he thought to himself.

"Alright sweetheart, I'll get you your bottle." Margaret laid him on the carpet. She returned from the kitchen quickly and put him in her lap on the rocker.

John wiggled into his spot and got comfortable. Margaret had a very comfortable lap. Peaceful sleep was not elusive.

When John awoke, wet and dirty, that evening, Margaret was not there. The woman, Connie, was. "Did you sleep alright Laura?"

"Fine." He didn't like this, he wanted Margaret. "Where's," He hesitated to say it. It sounded foolish in front of the young woman. "Margaret?"

"Aunt Margaret," Connie said, with the emphasis on Aunt, "had some things she needed to do. She'll be back in the morning honey."

John didn't like being changed by this one. She wasn't rough with him but it wasn't the same. It was embarrassing.

"There, doesn't that feel better?" Connie smiled as she pulled the little print shorts up and pulled the ruffled hem of his top down, smoothing it.

He didn't answer her. He just lay there on the dressing table looking around. He avoided meeting her eyes with his.

It was obvious to Connie that he was uncomfortable and it was what she expected. The reason she was there was to try to make him more accustomed to having her around.

She put him down on the floor. "Aunt Margaret told me that she and you were reading a book earlier. She thought you might like me to read to you." They took advantage of his relationship with Margaret. If it would please Margaret he might be more cooperative. More and more they would use his relationship with the woman to get to him, to break down barriers.

Did he have a choice, he wondered? "Ok." He answered with absolutely no evidence of enthusiasm. She just better not expect him to sit on the floor with her like he did with Margaret.

Connie sat in the rocker and opened the book. She watched John scoot back against the crib. Connie read for an hour, finishing the child's book. It was nearly nine o:clock, another hour till bedtime. "Shall I read some more, from one of the other books?" Connie asked. She didn't press.

God! No more. He thought to himself. "No thanks."

"Are you sleepy? Do you want to have you're bottle now?" He didn't look tired to Connie.

"No."

The significance of the short, abrupt, one word responses did not escape her. John was not comfortable with her there. That was alright. It would take time. They would become friends eventually. They just had to figure out the easiest way to make it happen.

"What would you like to do then Laura?" Connie asked pleasantly, still smiling.

"Read Magazines." He crawled over to the drawer. It was still open just enough for him to reach in a pull one out. It was the Mademoiselle that he had already read every word of. He would read it again.

John had to adjust the way he laid to let his breasts rest comfortably beneath his. They gave him such a strange feeling but he was getting used to them.

Connie retrieved one of the magazine from the drawer and began to read to herself. She kept an eye on him.

At ten she put him in his crib with his bottle.

John was relieved that she didn't try to feed it to him on her lap, in the rocker. He didn't know what he would have done.

Connie knelt at the side of the crib while he lay on his side with his bottle in his mouth. She stroked his head and rubbed his back while he proceeded to drain it.

The back rub felt good.

 

 

TUESDAY - DAY 11

He was grateful that Margaret was back. "Good morning Aunt Margaret." He said as she walked over to his crib. He smiled up at her.

"Good morning sweetheart. You look bright and chipper this morning." He actually looked happy. Margaret was pleased.

"I missed you." He honestly had.

John knew it was morning but of what day? He had completely lost track of the days. How long had he been here?

"Did you and Connie have a nice visit?"

"Yes." That certainly wasn't the highlight of his evening.

"Good." Margaret slipped her hand under his waistband and into his diaper. "We're a little wet. Aunt Margaret will clean you up."

He had his bath and his hair brushed. He was getting accustomed to having her gently stroke his hair for the hundred strokes she quietly counted out. He enjoyed the feeling.

She looked pleased when she announced to him that he now weighed 121 pounds. He hadn't weighed that since he was 11 or 12 years old. How much weight did they expect him to lose?

The new outfit was comfortable, if nothing else. The top had lace trim at the neck, on the short sleeves and on the hem. It was made from lightweight cotton and was lose fitting.

The three quarter length bottoms were a matching print and were trimmed with a wide band of lace at the top of his calves. The top came down and covered his ass. He was grateful for that.

Wearing baby clothes, especially little girls clothes would not have been his preference but it was getting easier to bear. Especially given that he had no option.

The outfit made him aware of how much fuller his bottom had grown. With his waist growing more slender each day, the round fullness of his hips and bottom looked more and more feminine. Could he ever get back to the way he used to be. He decided not to dwell on the thought. It only depressed him.

He sat quietly while she fed him his cereal. John craved solid food but the oatmeal like goop filled his shrunken stomach.

"Would you like Aunt Margaret to read to you Laura?" Asked the woman as she set him down on the carpet.

John had his fill of being read to. "No thank you Aunt Margaret." He responded pleasantly.

"Alright honey, you go ahead and do whatever you like. Aunt Margaret's going to read her book." He had read the magazines and they had read to him. There was only one thing he hadn't done. She would be patient.

John was aware of his options. He crawled to the drawer that she had opened before getting comfortable in her rocker. He looked in at the magazines. He had enough of them. The other children's book lay there, Black Beauty. He pushed it aside. All that was left was the lifelike dolls.

John took out the one with the brown hair. It was naked. John studied its realistic features. Its little breasts had nipples painted on them. Its waist was slender and it had moveable legs attached to its hips. He tried the knees and they bent. Its elbows were also flexible. John was not a connoisseur of dolls but he was not aware that they made ones so lifelike. The little head moved on its shoulders too. He studied the face which was accurate right down to the makeup on its eyes and mouth. Amazing, he thought to himself.

Margaret watched in silence as he sat in front of the dresser with the doll. When he looked her way to see if she was watching him she quickly looked back to her book. She didn't want him to feel the least intimidated or restricted in what he did.

John reached in the drawer for the shoe box. He set it on the floor in front of him. He shifted his position so that Margaret couldn't see that he had taken it out. He had checked and she was engrossed in her book.

He looked at the contents of the box, pushing things around with his finger. The wardrobe for the doll was very complete and was exactingly detailed miniatures of all types of apparel.

He came across panties in the bottom of the box. They were pale blue with white trim. He straightened the doll's legs and slid them on. They looked very realistic. He went back to the box.

John checked again, that the woman was not watching what he was doing.

He searched for a minute, pushing things around but he couldn't find a bra.

A quick check behind him reveled that Margaret was still reading. He dumped the box out on the floor. In a moment he found what he was looking for. He slipped the bra over its little head, adjusting its straps, he fitted it over its tiny breasts.

What was next, he asked himself. A slip, he decided. There were several among the pile of clothes. He picked the white one, to match the little bra. Over the head or from the feet up, he wondered? He tried feet up first but that didn't work too well. He put the doll's arms up and tried putting it on over its head. That worked easier. He put the little hands through the straps and pulled the garment up onto its shoulders. Perfect.

What next? A dress, of course. The woman was still reading. He looked for the right dress. Several were halter types. They wouldn't do, the straps from the bra and slip would show. The black party dress he picked up was too short. The slip would show at the bottom. He finally found one that looked like it was appropriate. It was short sleeved and long enough to cover the slip.

This had to go on over the head, he decided. It was not a simple matter to put it on the doll. With it pulled down to the waist he put the hands in the sleeves but when he pulled it up the slip came with it. After a little tugging and pulling he got everything where it belonged. The tiny snaps up the back were a little awkward but he managed.

Shoes. It had to have shoes. The black heals would look the best with the purple dress, he decided. He stood the doll on the floor in front of him. Not bad he decided, she looks alright.

He had seen a purse in the box earlier and he rooted around until he found it. It was a shoulder bag and he bent one of the doll's arm to grip the bag at its waist. John managed to get it to stand on the floor, propped against the box. Very lifelike, he decided.

Margaret was still paying him no attention. She would read for hours, he knew.

John reached into the drawer for another doll. This one was also naked and was a duplicate of the other except it had blond hair that flew every which way. It was a mess.

John had separated the accessories from the clothes on the floor. There had been a brush and he found it. It took him a few minutes but he got the doll's hair to lay down in some semblance of a style.

He had seen several bathing suits among the clothes and he slipped one on the doll. It was pink and white. John had always loved the way a woman looked and walked in a sexy bathing suit and high heals. He found a white pair and stood this one next to the other doll. Not bad either. He approved.

Adorable, Margaret thought to herself. He seemed fascinated.

There was a third doll in the drawer. It was also a brunette but not a duplicate of the other. The face was different and the hair was shorter. The body was essentially the same. The only difference was the nail polish on the fingers and toes.

This one would wear the black evening gown, he decided. The black strapless bra and matching panties probably came with the dress when it was purchased. They looked to him like they were made for it.

The bra and panties went on easily. He searched for a slip but only found a little half slip among the clothes. He was amazed at all the things they made for dolls. There had to be twenty outfits in the box.

With the slip on, he put on the evening dress. There wasn't a second pair of black shoes so he took the pair from the first doll and put them on this one. There was a pair of navy shoes that didn't look quite right with the purple dress but he had to have the black ones so he traded anyway.

He sat back and looked at the three of them lined up against the box. Very lifelike, he was pleased with his efforts.

John began to wonder about the time. How long had he been occupied with the dolls? How much longer before Margaret would want him to have a bottle and lie down? He decided he better put everything away before she noticed what he was doing. He put everything back in the box neatly, still sorted out. He decided he didn't need to bother to undress the dolls, she wouldn't notice. He had made up his mind that he would take them out again later. It may be a foolish thing for a grown man to do but it passed the time.

Her watch said it was only nine and he was putting everything away. Had he become bored or was he afraid of being discovered. Margaret knew better than to ask. She went back to reading.

With it all tucked safely away he wondered what he'd do with himself now. He turned and looked at the woman in the rocker. She was obviously occupied and not ready for him yet. He looked around the room. He had seen and touched everything he could, a dozen times.

The mirror. He had avoided looking at himself in the full length mirror on the wall. Did he really want to look now? He crawled slowly toward it, peeking in at his reflection. God, what they'd done to him, he thought sadly. Were his eyes farther apart or did they just look that way because of the difference in his eyebrows?

His nose was definitely shaped differently. How had they made it turn up that way?

His eyes dropped to his lips, his smile. He posed, trying to smile the way he always had but when he did, he looked so different. His mouth turned up at the corners just slightly and his lower lip was wider and dropped, exposing his white, even teeth. How feminine his mouth looked, he thought, depressed.

No longer did he have a firm square chin. They had to have done something to the bane structure underneath to round and narrow it that way. There was nothing about his face that looked masculine any more.

The diamond stud in his ear suddenly caught the light. John reached up and touched the two studs in his ears. His mood darkened. He flipped his pigtail that lay just behind his ear. Was his hair always that long?

Now he took in the whole picture, sitting there upright in front of the mirror. From the top of his head down to the breasts that pushed the thin cotton material of his top away from his chest, he was a girl.

All he had left was a dick that wouldn't respond to stimuli. He had tried, several times and nothing. What was even worse it was shrinking. He hadn't been sure at first but now... He could see the difference when she bathed him. It was definitely smaller than it used to be. What was he going to do. He would escape, of that he was sure. Obviously, in the condition he was in, as weak as he was, he would have to wait. But for how long? What would be left of him when he finally did get away? Where would he go?

"Laura? Are you ready for your bottle sweetheart?" She had been watching him. He looked depressed and that made Margaret sad.

He turned from the mirror. "Yes Aunt Margaret."

She bent down an lifted him up. He found his spot in her lap and accepted the bottle between his lips.

"Laura's becoming a very pretty little girl." Margaret said with a loving smile.

Is that supposed to make him feel better? The question never passed his lips.

When he awoke in the afternoon he amused himself with the dolls again. He thought he had been careful to mask his activities from Margaret but one time, after he had entertained himself for almost and hour, he looked back at her and she was sitting there smiling at him. She had seen. He set the doll he was changing down on the carpet.

"It's alright sweetheart." That's all Margaret said and then went back to reading.

He didn't know what he had expected her to say. He had been afraid she'd make a big deal of it and embarrass him. He was learning that wasn't her way. Somehow, it was alright now to play with them. There was no fear of ridicule from her.

Little by little, he spread the doll clothes out. Sorting them into outfits he wanted to try on them. He mixed and matched different pieces. He added what he felt were the appropriate accessories to each outfit.

The next hour and a half passed without his even realizing it.

"It's time to put your things away Laura. It's time for your nap." Margaret had closed her book on her lap.

He put 'his things' away in the drawer and she fed him about half his bottle before laying him in his crib with it. He drained it before falling asleep.

"He's really taken by them." Margaret commented.

"I was watching in the window." Tina had watched for almost half an hour.

"Did you see him when he crawled over to the mirror?"

"No, I missed that. What happened?" Tina was curious.

"Nothing happened. He was studying his face and hair. He smiled at himself and then he looked sad, a little depressed."

"That's to be expected Margaret. We just have to keep trying to raise his spirits. He'll accept little by little. The dolls seem to fascinate him and he doesn't even realize that he's learning and accepting things while he plays. Little by little Margaret."

"I know Tina but it's hard for him and I hate to see him suffer." Margaret was developing a growing affection for Laura, not for the man, but for the innocent, helpless girl that she was nurturing.

There were no dolls that evening. Margaret decided she was going to read to him instead. As she read the story of the young girl and her horse, she stopped often to reflect on what the girl in the story must be feeling.

John never realized that the story of Black Beauty was as much an adventure story as the story of a young girl. It was infinitely more interesting than the Baby Sitter's Club.

After he fell asleep, they turned the temperature in the nursery up a few degrees.

"We've gotten eight responses from the add this month. Two are repeats." Connie had stopped by the post office box on her way home.

"Any of the six worth investigating?" Asked Tina.

"One might be a possibility." She shuffled through the photos on the table. She found the one she was looking for. "This one's not bad. Five foot six, one hundred and forty pounds. He has a pretty face."

Tina looked at the picture. "He has no hair."

"It'll grow. We give him a wig until it does."

"Na."

"John's spoiled you, hasn't he?" Connie said grinning.

Tina looked up. "What do you mean?"

"He's our best effort yet and you don't want to settle for some guy who doesn't come up to his standards."

"No such thing." Tina thought a moment. "Well maybe." She grinned back at Connie. "You're right. I just think we could be a little fussier."

"Alright Tina but we'll hang on to this one just in case."

"Ok, I'll call him and see how he sounds. But if he has a husky voice we'll forget him. Agreed?"

"Agreed." Connie liked the look of this one but Tina was right. A deep voice eliminated them automatically.

Connie remembered, "Did you reach Brevard today?"

"I called his office and his home. They said they'd give him the message that I called but he's away on business and he won't be back until the end of the week."

"That will still give us time."

"Sure, Ben said he could take care of that in an hour. It's just a matter of some dissolving stitches and some of his magic surgical glue. Nothing to it." Tina was still anxious to do it to him.

"When's Jack due back?" Connie asked. "I didn't hear from him today."

"Oh, that's right. He called this morning and said he was stuck in Washington till the weekend. He said he'd call you at work tomorrow and explain." Tina had almost forgotten about the call. It was just as well that he stayed away for now. He was a little too anxious to spend time with 'Laura'.

 

WEDNESDAY - DAY 12 119lbs

When he woke up he was very warm.

"Too warm in those jammies sweetheart?" Margaret touched the film of sweat on his forehead when he woke up.

"Just a little Aunt Margaret." He didn't know why he was so hot.

"After your bath I see if I can't find you something a little cooler to wear." Margaret took off the outfit. It was damp from his perspiration.

The bath helped but when he was dry and after she had lotioned him, it still seemed warm.

He laid on the dressing table in a clean diaper while she went directly to the drawer in the dresser that contained what she wanted.

"This will be much cooler on you Laura." She held up the short sleeved sleeping gown. It was lightweight nylon tricot, cooler than the cotton pajamas, but John wanted no part of it. "I'll be fine in my pajamas Aunt Margaret. They feel comfortable enough."

She was not surprised. "Alright honey." Margaret put the sleeping gown away and brought out a pair of his pajamas. He'd change his mind when the temperature went up a few more degrees.

He went back to the dolls without hesitation.

When he awoke from his morning nap he was covered in sweat.

"It's like Indian Summer outdoors. I like the warm weather but this is not like Illinois." Margaret had changed from her usual long skirt and sweater and was wearing a summer skirt and blouse.

"Are you sure you don't want something cooler on honey?"

He was dying from the heat. He had to concede. "Alright Aunt Margaret."

It was cooler but he felt very strange wearing it. He hadn't noticed the lace inset in the bodice before, from across the room. The hem came to just below his knees.

When he tried to crawl in it he caught it under his knees.

Margaret was watching. "Oh, I'll fix that for you Laura." Margaret took a white sash from the dresser and hiked the material up and tied the sash around his waist. "That's better." She put him back on the floor.

Better as far as his tripping but now his ass almost hung out when he crawled. The silky material did feel nice against his smooth hairless skin and it was much cooler, he had to admit. He tried to forget what he looked like and went back to the dolls.

A little later, while he was looking through the outfits he came across something familiar. He turned to show it to Margaret. "Look Aunt Margaret. Doesn't this look just..." He stopped in mid sentence when he realized what he was saying.

Margaret finished the sentence for him. "It looks just like your sleeping gown. You're right sweetheart."

He had stopped because he didn't want to say 'his sleeping gown. How strange and unnatural that sounded. No, it wasn't right.

When she took him on her lap later she removed the sash. "You'll be much more comfortable sleeping without it." Margaret explained.

"It took a little doing." Margaret whispered over the crib to Tina after John had fallen asleep.

"He seems comfortable." Tina commented.

"Once he gets used to them, sleeping in any sort of pajamas will feel too restricted."

"I know. I can't sleep in them." Tina hadn't worn pajamas since she was little.

Out in the hall Tina said to Margaret. "Ok then. That's the end of the pajamas. I'll go ahead and put the temperature down a degree at a time so he gets used to it slowly."

"Will you be ok if I run out for a few minutes?" Margaret asked.

"Sure. Where are you going?"

"I just want to get him a few new outfits for his dolls. He's tried on every outfit and combination of outfit you could imagine. He needs some new ones."

"Margaret, you're unbelievable. Go ahead but don't forget we want to start him with the makeup doll tomorrow."

"I remembered. I just..."

Tina interrupted, "You don't have to explain 'little mother'. See you a little later."

"I'll be back long before he wakes up." Margaret grabbed her coat and purse. She hurried out the door.

She remembered the sash after she changed him this time. It had been an oversight that afternoon. "I picked up some things at the store for you." She told him as she put him down.

What could she possibly have bought him that he'd want? He discovered her surprise for himself when she opened the drawer.

"It's nothing special." She told him when he saw the packages containing the brand new doll clothes.

They were different from the dresses that the box contained. Two contained evening gowns. There were three skirt and blouse sets. One held a variety of underwear; bras, panties and slips. The last was sexy lingerie, teddies and camisoles with tap pants. "I thought you might enjoy having some new things for the dolls." Margaret had almost said 'for your dolls'. She was glad she caught herself.

It took all his strength to open the sealed plastic packages but he finally managed. If the others had done this, bought him doll clothes, he would have been disturbed but Margaret was different. John proceeded to see how the outfits looked on the dolls.

Margaret spoke up when he went to put one of the evening gowns on one of the dolls without a slip. "She should have a slip on under her gown honey. Try the new white one under it." She left him alone when he took her suggestion.

Off and on during the evening she would correct him. "A young lady always wears a slip under her skirt." She told him when he put a skirt on one of the dolls without one. Another time she suggested a camisole or a teddy under one of the sheer blouses.

John didn't mind the suggestions because they were just that, suggestions, not orders.

He had slept comfortably in the sleeping gown earlier, so he didn't mind when she put him to bed in it again.

 

THURSDAY - DAY 13 117 lbs.

"This one is a little shorter so you shouldn't trip in it and you won't need a sash." Margaret told him as she slipped it over his head.

It was just as smooth and silky as the one other one. One of the pluses of these sleeping gowns was that when they brushed his nipples it didn't send shivers through him like the cotton pajamas did. "Thank you Aunt Margaret."

"You're welcome sweetheart." She kissed him on his cheek.

His first instinct was to pull away. He didn't.

He had seen his weight when she wrote it down on her little pad. One hundred and seventeen pounds. He was losing weight so fast, he worried when it would stop.

He was grateful that she had brought him a large bowl of the oatmeal like cereal. He was surprised when she stirred it and the little slices of apple surfaced.

She waited until he swallowed the spoonful she put in his mouth. "How does that taste Laura?"

"Wonderful Aunt Margaret." He answered with genuine enthusiasm. John devoured the whole bowl and his stomach was uncomfortably full. "I think I ate too much." He admitted.

Margaret laughed. "It's no wonder you're stomach's upset the way you ate." She put him on the floor. "You'll feel better in a little while sweetheart. Go on and play. I'm going to clean up and finish my book."

It went right over his head or he heard nothing wrong in the word 'play'. Either way, he went straight to the dolls and the outfits he had yet to dress them in.

He was in the process of putting the flowing ball gown on the blond when the door opened and Tina walked in. The doll clothes were spread out across the floor. He froze, embarrassed, not knowing what to do or expect.

"Hi Margaret. Good morning Laura. You look nice this morning." She didn't want to overdo it but to say nothing would have been just as bad.

John waited for her to say something about the dolls but was surprised when she saw them all spread out and said nothing.

Tina handed the bag in her hands to Margaret. "I wasn't sure if this was what you wanted but I bought it anyway. If it's not right I'll take it back."

Margaret looked in the bag. "No, that's it. Thank you Tina."

"You're welcome." Tina turned to Laura, "Have fun you two." With that, Tina turned and left the room.

It had all been rehearsed. Tina had retrieved the box from the store room and put it in a bag for show.

John tried not to let his curiosity show when Tina left the room but when he didn't go back to the dolls right away.

Margaret could tell he wanted to know what Tina had bought.

Margaret smiled at him. "Laura, do you want to see what Tina bought you?"

Yes and no. He was curious but he was sure it was definitely not anything for a guy, of that he was positive.

Margaret knelt on the floor by him and set the bag down. "Take a look honey."

John pulled the side of the bag toward him and looked inside. It was another doll, or at least the life sized head of a doll.

"Its a Barbie Makeup Doll." Margaret explained.

"What do you do with it?" John asked. He already had a good idea.

Margaret showed her disappointment at his reaction to her surprise. "You don't like it?" It was just a ploy to achieve a different reaction from him.

John did react. "No, it's fine. I've just never seen one before Aunt Margaret." He had seen a similar look on her face and he didn't want her upset. He tried to lift it out of the bag and couldn't, it was too heavy.

"I'll help you sweetheart." Margaret took it out and set it on the floor in front of him. She opened the lid. "You can make her up any way you want or you can style her hair. It's lots of fun." She was always thrilled when it came time for the 'girls' to experiment with it.

"Nice." He responded with something less than joy.

"Well, I'll just take it out of the box and leave it here in case you change your mind." She set it on the floor with all the accessories and makeup that came with it. "I'll just lay the instruction here with it." Margaret went about her normal routine and left him alone.

John went back to the dolls and their clothes. The head with the Barbie face watched him. After a few minutes his curiosity got the better of him and he picked up the instructions for the toy.

It came with everything a girl would need to do a complete makeup job on the doll and it washed off with only warm water. It had eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara for the eyes and realistic looking fake lashes. It had two pencils to highlight its eyebrows and a couple of different color lipliner pencils and lipsticks for its plastic lips. There was even several shades of blush for its cheeks. There were detailed instructions about how to apply each of the different play cosmetics.

On the back of the paper was suggestions for different ways to set and style the dolls hair. There was a knob on the bottom of the head to vary the length of its hair from very short to very long. That caught his attention, he wanted to see how it worked.

John tipped the doll over on its side and found the knob. When he turned it clockwise, as the instructions said, the hair was drawn into the head.

If you turned the knob counter clockwise its hair got longer again. John experimented to see the two extremes.

It really wasn't such a stupid toy he decided. He thought about all the articles in the magazine about all the different ways to apply makeup. Most of the articles had instructions. One talked about Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall complexions. For just a fleeting instant he wondered which he was.

To do the doll's hair required real styling tools that were not included in the package. From having read the hairstyling book the other day he knew what each of those appliances were and how to use them.

Perhaps this would be more intriguing than dressing the dolls. At least it required a little thought and imagination.

Margaret had settled into the rocker and had started a new book. He knew that all he had to do was ask and she would get him the things he would need. What would she think of him if he showed an interest?

Then there was Tina. She would be delighted to find him playing with it. He was sure she was thrilled to walk in and see him playing with the dolls.

What difference did it make? Look at what they'd reduced him to. Could it make matters any worse? At least it was a way to pass the time.

"Aunt Margaret?"

She turned to him, "What is it Laura?"

"I'd like to try this." He pointed to the head.

"It's just about time for your bottle sweetheart. How about we play with it after your nap?"

He wasn't tired but he knew that he'd get drowsy after his bottle. Laying there in her arms and drinking the warm milk always had that effect on him. "Alright."

He woke up around one thirty and she came when he called. He had wet through the diaper and the sleeping gown.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart. There's another." Actually, there was a drawer full. All lacy and pretty.

"There you go honey." She put him down on the carpet in his clean diaper and pink nightie.

She had picked up the dolls and their clothes but left the new toy. "I'll bring you a washcloth and some water." Do you want me to show you how to do the makeup."

"I want to try first." He almost forgot, "Aunt Margaret." John added sweetly.

"Alright honey but if you want help, just ask." She got the water and wash cloth. She turned the heavy cardboard box upside down and set the head on it for him.

"May I have the magazines from the drawer too, please." They had better detail then the instructions that were printed for children to use.

Margaret set them on the floor by him. She turned her rocker toward him as sat down. She didn't read very much of her book. She watched him as he attempted to make up the doll.

He messed up repeatedly. He had trouble with almost everything. The eyeliner was too wide. The eyeshadow, three shades like the magazine said, didn't come out right. He put the mascara on its lashes but it was so thick, the lashes matted together. The lipstick was the only thing he got right but the lipliner consistently ran off the lip line. He was severely lacking in technique and it was obvious. Even the blush looked wrong when he tried to brush it on where the magazine said to put it. It was very frustrating but at least challenging.

He washed everything off and started over. By the time Margaret told him it was time for his bottle, he had made his fourth attempt and still felt he'd failed miserably.

"It's alright honey, it takes practice. Don't let it get the best of you." Margaret consoled him.

He was tired before he settled into Margaret's lap. He was asleep before his bottle was half empty.

"So he really tried?" Connie asked as the three women sat around the table, eating dinner.

"You should have seen how frustrated he got when he couldn't get its makeup on the way he wanted." Margaret felt sorry for him.

When he awoke around seven thirty the room was not dark as usual. He looked over and saw Margaret in her rocker, reading.

She looked up when he started to stretch from his nap. "Hello bright eyes. Sleep ok?"

"Yes" He answered with a yawn. "I must still be sleepy." It was when he looked around that he noticed they were not alone. Connie was on the floor with her back to them, over by the dresser. She was playing with the Barbie head.

"Hi Laura." Connie turned and smiled at him then turned back. This had to be handled delicately.

He lay back on the dressing table while Margaret changed him. The girl on the floor paid them no attention and that relieved John. He knew he'd had his diaper changed by Connie a number of times, but that didn't make it any less humiliating.

Margaret put him down on the floor. He had been watching Connie from the table and now he crawled over to where he could see what she was doing. He didn't get too close.

Margaret said nothing. She went back to the rocker and watched.

Connie knew he was near, behind her, but she pretended not to notice him. She was stalling. She had been waiting for him to wake up before she started. Now she took her time.

She started with the dolls eyebrows, she had already highlighted one, now she was filling in the other. Connie took great care to make them look perfect. She concentrated, with her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth.

John watched quietly. She made it look so easy.

Next came eyeshadows. Connie blended perfectly the three shades in the corner, on the lid and over the doll's eye. She demonstrated, for John's sake, the proper way to put the shadow on the applicator and the technique to applying it.

With the other eye finished she picked up the eyeliner but before using the pencil she spoke. "You know.." Connie turned as she spoke and pretended to be surprised to find John sitting very still, just behind her.

"I didn't realize you were there Laura" Connie smiled at him with what she hoped was a sincere, disarming smile. "I was going to say, I used to have one of these when I was younger."

"That's nice." He responded with just a hint of skepticism in his voice.

Connie played her part out. "I'm sorry Laura, you were playing with this." She started to move back.

"No, that's alright. You go ahead." He wasn't about to experiment with it in front of her. Besides, he wanted to watch her do it.

Connie was relieved to hear his refusal. It was what they counted on.

She didn't encourage him to move up closer or move herself so that he could see better. The next move was up to him.

Connie moistened the eyeliner on her tongue and proceeded to outline the doll's upper lid. She traced the outline of the lower from the corner to only the midpoint of its eye. The mascara was next after finishing outlining the other eye. He had left the brush caked with mascara so she cleaned it off before putting on just the right amount.

He watched as she turned the brush between her fingers as she applied the mascara to its lashes. Connie was very good with makeup, he thought to himself.

With similar deftness, Connie applied two shades of blush to the doll's cheeks. A light shade under its plastic cheekbone and the darker above. She used elaborate strokes of the brush.

He watched closely as she applied a flesh tone powder over the blush sparingly, blending the colors.

John had completely ruined the tip on the lipliner so, as she had with the eyeliner, Connie sharpened the tip with the little pencil sharpener that came in the box. She took her time, carefully outlining the doll's heart shaped mouth, sharpening the pencil again after doing its upper lip.

From the middle of its upper lip, Connie drew the lipstick to the corner of the mouth. She repeated the technique on its lower.

Connie leaned back and looked at her effort. "Not bad." She said to herself, loud enough for John to hear.

He too was admiring her work. "You're very good," He hesitated a second, then added, "Connie."

Connie looked back over her shoulder at him. "Thanks."

Connie glanced at her watch. "I've got to go." She acted as if she didn't realize what time it had gotten to be. "See you tomorrow Laura." She got up, left, smiling at Margaret as she closed the nursery door behind her.

Margaret said nothing. She pretended to read.

John moved closer to the doll and studied, close up, what Connie had done with it. He was a little envious of her ability. He should have been able to do that himself.

The washcloth and water were still there. John cleaned away the make up on only one side of the dolls face then picked up the pencil for highlighting the doll's eyebrows. He sharpened it until it had the same point on it that Connie had made earlier.

It probably took him three times as long as it took Connie to do both sides but his effort was much better than it had been that afternoon. He was still not satisfied with the eyes so he washed off his side again and started over.

Connie and Tina watched from the window. He appeared really determined to do it well. "He's really getting into it." Tina was delighted.

"I wish I had taken more time with her eyes. He missed some obvious techniques." Connie watched as he tried to correct his mistakes.

"Tomorrow's another day. He'll, no doubt, practice all day. You can help him again tomorrow night."

 

FRIDAY - DAY 14 115 lbs.

Margaret brought him fruit in a separate bowl. It was too much for him to finish, although he ate most of it.

Again she dressed him in a clean nightgown. This one was a little different than the others he had worn. It was trimmed with a thin band of lace at the neck, sleeves and hem.

John didn't even notice the slight difference between this gown and the ones he had worn the past few days. His thoughts were elsewhere.

He was anxious to try again with the Barbie Doll. He washed off everything and, using his magazines as a guide, he started from scratch.

When he awoke from his noon nap, Margaret had a bowl of mixed fruit for him. Nothing ever tasted so good to him.

During the afternoon he alternated between dressing the three dolls and trying to perfect the makeup on the Barbie doll. He still couldn't do it as well as Connie had and that frustrated him.

Connie waited until he was up and changed that evening before she joined John and Margaret in the nursery. He was working on the makeup doll when she entered. "Hi Margaret." She walked over to where John sat on the floor. "Hi Laura."

"Hi Connie." He answered in a voice just above a whisper. His eyes lowered in shame at being caught playing with the doll.

Connie feigned delight at his efforts and squatted on the floor next to him. "That's very good."

John didn't say anything. He didn't look at her either.

"Want some help with the eyes?" Connie asked sweetly.

He did want help. He had actually been hoping she would come in. He just didn't know how to ask without appearing to have given in to what they were doing to him. His resentment was strong. He felt very awkward in his predicament.

"Ok." He answered, trying not to sound too enthused.

"Her eyeshadow is a little blotchy and her eyeliner is a little thick." Connie picked up the rag and cleaned off the doll's eyes. She picked up the plastic box that contained its eyeshadows. "Let me show you a trick or two."

Connie showed him more than one or two tricks. She patiently, and without criticism, taught him the techniques she had learned and perfected over the years.

By his bedtime they were chatting back and forth like old friends. Connie had successfully broken the ice and put them on the path to becoming friends. He didn't even seem to realize what was happening. She would have to be careful, in the coming days, not to shatter the fragile bond she had begun to created between them.

He had to have someone to hate, someone to blame for what was happening to him and it was long ago decided that, that person should be, had to be, Tina. She was the one that drew him in, the one that drugged him. Tina had to be the heavy. From this point on Connie would spend more and more time in the nursery. She would not try to take Margaret's place as his protector, his trusted friend. Connie's was more of a big sister role.

 

SATURDAY - DAY 15 114 lbs.

Connie prudently waited in the hall with Tina. They watching while Margaret bathed, weighed, measured, diapered, dressed and fed him. It wasn't until Margaret put him down on the floor before she went in. "Good morning Margaret, Hi Laura."

She quickly squatted and sat on the floor, at his level. The time she would spend with him she would spend sitting on the floor. He would find her intimidating if she was standing when he couldn't.

"Hi Connie." He answered enthusiastically. He was a little surprised that she was wearing only her nightgown. He could see she was wearing little bikini panties when she sat down on the floor beside him.

Like the one Margaret had put on him just moments ago, Connie's nightgown also had a small lace inset on the bodice and lace trim on the sleeves and hem.

"How are you this morning?" She asked.

"Fine." He liked her attitude, her lighthearted easy way.

"I thought you might like some company."

"Sure." He had spent so much time alone. Not that Margaret wasn't company but all she did was read.

"Why don't I show you some of the different things we can do with the makeup?" Connie offered.

"Alright." The time with her had flown by last night. She had turned out to be different than he thought. She was actually quite nice. She treated him, not as an equal, but certainly more like the adult he was.

"The makeup we put on her last night was just one way to create a look. I'll show you how to create a bunch of different looks, using the different colors. Ok?" Connie made no demands or gave any orders, she offered ideas.

"Ok" He responded willingly.

The morning, like the previous evening, passed quickly.

"She looks terrific Laura. You're really getting the hang of it." He had just finished making up the doll all by himself and he did it every bit as well as Connie could.

John was not the type to back away from a challenge and was glad to have mastered this. "Thanks, she does look very natural."

"We should do her hair now." Connie suggested. "I can bring in my stuff and we can style it."

That sounded alright. He tried to picture what the doll would look like all made up and with one of the hairstyles from the magazine he had read. "Ok."

"You girls will have to wait until after Laura's nap." Margaret announced. "She needs her rest."

John resented the interruption. Even though he did feel a little fatigued, he wasn't anxious for Connie to leave.

"Alright Margaret, if you insist." Connie tried to sound disappointed. She turned to John. "I'll come back later and I'll bring my things."

"Ok, I'll see you later." John said goodbye to her as she got up and left.

As his intake of food increased they had to balance his increased energy with the dosage of muscle relaxant in his formula. Everyone was different so they kept his dosage on the high side at first.

With his increased energy also came a resistance toward sleep. His noon bottle and the one in the afternoon now contained a small amount of the sedative they used at noon and at his last feeding of the day, to help him sleep through the night.

Margaret, Connie and Tina sat at the kitchen table having lunch. "He's slowing down, he only lost a pound since yesterday." Margaret put her pad away and picked up her fork.

"Good. He should stabilize right about where he is. We should start giving him his light dinner tomorrow." Tina decided.

"His legs look nice except for being a little flabby around his thighs." Connie had noticed them when Margaret was bathing him that morning.

"They'll tone up when the two of you start exercising. I like the way his arms have slimmed down. His muscle tissue looks to be just about how we want it." Tina was delighted with their progress.

"His waist is down to 25" and his hips are 36" this morning." Margaret mentioned between bites of her sandwich.

"What about his bust?" Tina asked.

"He's still at 34". Margaret replied.

"Wonderful. I hoped that he wouldn't lose anything there." Her decision about keeping his chest down to a more natural size had been a good one.

Connie changed the subject. "Tina, you didn't say how that guy we were talking about sounded on the phone."

"That's right. I forgot. I called him last night while you were in with Laura. He sounds ok. Why don't you go ahead and run the preliminaries on him."

"I'll do it first thing Monday morning." Connie was excited. "It would be great if we could bring him in as soon as the nursery is empty."

"I don't see why we couldn't. We laid out this place for two 'girls' at once."

"If the guy checks out on the computer I'll put Jack on him. He should be back tomorrow morning." Connie was anxious to see Jack. It had been almost a week.

"Ok." Things were going well and Tina was happy with their progress with John. They were making fantastic money and there was no end to their market in sight. Life was good.

"We better get done with lunch before he wakes up."

"And I need to get my things together. He's going to be anxious to get started when he wakes up." Connie finished her fruit salad quickly.

They heard him stirring. "Speaking of the devil. You ladies better get moving." Tina said smiling at Connie and Margaret.

As she put her hand on the doorknob she leaned over and pushed the curtain aside to peek in at him. What she saw disturbed her.

Margaret went back and poked her head around the corner of the living room. Tina was still finishing her lunch. Connie had gone to get her things together for her session with John.

"Tina?"

She turned around, fork in hand. "Margaret? Everything alright?" Tina asked.

"Not exactly. He's biting his nails."

"Damn!" Tina missed the plate when she dropped her fork and rose quickly from the table.

They were driving him crazy. He was beginning to catch them on things. His nails had never been this long.

John had quit biting his nails when he was about eight years old. Now he was lying there trying to chew one of his pinkies. For some reason his pinkies grew faster than any of the others.

He looked up when the door opened, expecting to see Margaret. He was not sure what to do when he saw Tina. He still had his finger in his mouth.

"What do you think you're doing young lady?" Tina asked, irritated.

"Nothing." He answered sheepishly. He put his hand down to his side.

Tina walked up to the side of the crib and picked up his hand.

John tried to draw it back and cursed himself for not having the strength to pull it from her grip.

Tina looked from the ragged nail to the man. "We don't chew our nails. I'm very disappointed in you."

John didn't like the look in her eye. He had seen it before.

"I think it's time to teach you another lesson Laura."

"Please, please don't...." John begged.

Tina didn't want to hear it. It had been days since he'd been reminded of the futility of his situation and it was time to reinforce it. His chewing his finger nail was just an excuse.

His mind had mercifully forgotten the pain. Again his insides were in the grip of some unseen force over which he had no control. Every nerve in his body wanted to scream.

"I'm going to tell your Aunt Margaret to properly trim your nails and give you a manicure. You're never to chew your nails again. Do you understand young lady?"

He had collapsed back down onto the mattress. His breathing was labored and his heart was racing but he could still hear. "Yes."

"Yes what!" Tina asked, standing over him.

"I won't chew my nails anymore." He lay there with his eyes closed. It was easier if he didn't open his eyes.

Tina stormed out of the room. Margaret was waiting for her in the hall, Connie had joined her.

"That should take care of him for a few days." Tina remarked. "I don't think he'll give any of us any trouble for a while. Connie, I think we better not plan on your working with him until tonight." To Margaret she said, "You better go in and console him."

Tina thought a moment then added, "Margaret, it's time to go ahead and give him a manicure and pedicure." They normally would have waited until he was out of the nursery but perhaps this timing was better, considering. Tina had another thought. "Don't put on the clear polish this time. Use the pale pink and don't forget a top coat of that stuff to make his nails taste horrible. It'll help him remember."

"Ok Tina." Margaret agreed. She had watched through the window and shared his pain. She was determined to keep him in line from now on. She would do everything she could to keep Tina from needing to use the device again.

There were tears on his cheeks when she consoled him. "Sweetheart, you have to learn to behave. I hate to see you hurt. Please don't make Tina angry with you again."

Margaret stroked his head and dried his tears.

"I didn't know...." He answered through the low sobs.

"Yes darling, I'm sure you didn't but you're going to have to start trying to accept or Tina will continue to punish you."

He looked up at the woman. The flow of tears was subsiding. "I will Aunt Margaret. I'll do it." He would, he told himself. On the surface he would try, he'd cooperate but nothing would diminish his resolve to escape when his chance came.

Margaret changed him. She tried to feed him the lunch of fruit she brought him but he only ate a few bites.

Connie waited until he was taken from the chair and put on the floor. He didn't exhibit the usual energy. He just curled up on the floor with his eyes closed.

"How is she?" Connie asked Margaret as she entered.

"Laura's a little tired. I don't think she's up to playing this afternoon." Margaret was only waiting for Connie before putting him back in his crib and starting on his nails.

Connie put her things she had brought on the top of the dresser then got down on her knees by him on the floor.

He looked up when she came in. He watched her set her things down.

"Are you alright Laura?" Connie asked, stroking his back.

He wished she'd call him John. He wished anyone would call him John. He saw the concern in her eyes. Could she be an ally? "It hurt." He answered softly.

"Tina can get pretty upset some times. She's not a very patient person. Try not to upset her if you can avoid it. I think you better rest this afternoon. I'll come back tonight and we can experiment with the doll. You just get some rest."

He didn't disagree. He was exhausted. "Alright." He agreed in a small voice.

"I'm going to go have a talk with Tina. I'll see if I can't convince her that you really want to be a good girl and that you'll cooperate for her. Rest now." Connie stroked his cheek one last time before she left.

Margaret gently put him back in his crib. "Aunt Margaret has to do your nails now. You just lie there and rest. When I'm done I go get your bottle and you can sleep."

He didn't fight her as she shaped his nails, cleaned his cuticles and applied the pale pink nail polish and clear coat of hardener. When she finished his hands he was surprised when she started to do the same to his toes. "Why do you have to do them too?" He asked Margaret.

"Tina wants them done too honey."

That was all he needed to hear. He asked no more questions. He was sick to his stomach when he looked at his hands. He had such small hands and slender fingers for a man. They looked so feminine now, with the polish on his long shaped nails.

Connie thought he looked much better when she joined him after his nap. He was obviously embarrassed about his hands because he tried to hide them from her. She tried to reassure him, "They look fine Laura, you shouldn't be embarrassed about having nice nails." That was enough, Connie decided. It wouldn't help, the way he felt, to make a fuss over them.

"How about we see what we can do with the doll's hair?"

She wanted to get his mind on other things. He had been anxious to experiment that morning.

John wasn't really in the mood but he was afraid she'd leave and he'd be left alone with his thoughts. That would be depressing. "Alright."

"Let's make it long and see what we can do with it. How do we make it longer?" She knew, of course, but he needed to feel that he still had some control, some advantage.

"I know how. I'll show you." He picked up the head and showed her the knob. "You just turn this counter clockwise." He made its hair as long as it would go.

"Have you read the directions?" Connie asked. "Do we have to wet the hair first?"

He had read them thoroughly. "No, you just set it with the hot rollers."

Connie had already plugged them in when she came in so she took the plastic case down from the dresser. "Ok, what kind of style should we give her?"

"I don't know."

She had hoped for a better response. "Do you like straight hair, wavy hair, tight curls or big loose curls?"

John had always preferred girls with big lose curls. "The big lose curls."

"Alright. Then we use only the big rollers. We'll have to do it in stages because there's not enough of the big ones to do her whole head at once."

Connie started out by doing the left side of the doll's head. She separated and rolled the doll's hair, using four of the eight large rollers. "Now you do the others."

He had been watching her closely, his interest peaked as she showed him the technique. "Ok."

Connie was pleased. He did them just as she had. "Ok, now we wait about five minutes, take them out and heat them up again for the other side."

They each did half the rollers on the other side. When all the rollers were out, Connie brushed out half the set and he did the other. "That's Great." She told him when he brushed out his side. "That looks terrific. Now let's give her some little wisps of curls for bangs." She showed him how to pull out small strands of curls and strategically place them, using holding spray to keep them in place.

"She looks pretty good." Connie was pleased with their effort.

"Yea, she does." He didn't realize it was that easy to style hair.

Margaret chimed in from the background. "Laura, we don't say 'yea', we say 'yes'." She had been constantly working on his vocabulary, trying to correct his slang.

John looked back at Margaret. "Yes, she does." John raised his eyebrows to Connie.

That was cute, Connie thought to herself and she smiled at John. "Does Margaret correct you like that all the time?"

"Constantly." He raised his eyebrows again.

"Do you want to try something else with her?" Connie indicated the doll's hair.

"Yes, let's make it a little shorter and see what we can do with it." John accentuated the 'yes', for Margaret's sake.

"Maybe we can find a style in the magazine." It was curiosity that drove him now. He turned the knob on the bottom of the doll until its hair was about as long as he figured his was. He wasn't sure why he wanted to see what could be done, he was just curious.

"Ok, let's see the magazine and we'll see if there's anything that would look pretty." Connie didn't catch on to what he was doing. She was just happy he wanted to continue experimenting.

Connie pointed out style after style that would work but he continually said no, for one reason or the other.

John let her keep flipping pages until she came to the one he remembered seeing, one that had caught his eye. "How about that one?"

Connie looked at the doll's hair and back at the picture. "Sure, I think we can do that." It still didn't dawn on her.

Connie plugged the curlers back in. "We'll need to use some of the little curlers for this one.

"Why don't I do it and you tell me what to do?" John suggested.

Connie was a little surprised. "Alright Laura."

She guided him through it, correcting him when he put too much or too little hair on the rollers. He made a few mistakes but, all in all, he did pretty well. "You're getting the hang of it."

He wanted to brush it out so she let him. He had trouble with the bangs. "Maybe you better finish?" He suggested.

Connie separated the soft bangs evenly and, using her round brush, turned the doll's hair under just slightly on the side where it was tucked behind its ear. John had gotten the other side to curl forward, like the picture.

She looked over to see what he thought and saw him staring at the doll. At that instant it hit her. He had just picked a style for his own hair. Connie was both thrilled and a little concerned.

She was thrilled that he was thinking the way he was and was curious about how he could style his hair. What worried her was that he was too anxious. Why was he suddenly so willing, even eager?

He could do it, he said to himself. Just this moment he made up his mind. It would be awkward, it would be embarrassing, but he could do it. No matter that he'd have to pretend to be the girl they wanted him to be. John planned on either running or walking out the front door of this place. He would return to Houston and undo everything they had done or at least as much as he could. He was going to get his life back.

The hard part was, that in order to do that, he would have to leave there as Laura and find his way back home with everyone he met believing that he was a woman. In order to pull that off he would need to learn to pass as one, in public. That meant hair, makeup and clothes. The thought scared him to death but he had no choice.

If he could convince them that he was ready to accept his fate then they would begin to let down their guard. When they did that, he'd be gone.

"It's very pretty." He turned to Connie smiling.

"Yes, it is." What was he thinking, she wondered?

"What about the make up? Does it look natural for that look?"

"It's ok. It might look better with softer shades though." Connie suggested

What he was afraid to ask was what makeup would look best on him, with his hair that way. "Would you show me?" He asked.

"Sure." Of course she would but the makeup she would use on the blond doll would not look as good on him. What should she do now? She had to make him understand that the colors on the doll would not look right on him. "With her pale blond hair we should use the lighter pastels." Would he understand?

He hadn't thought of that. What a jerk he was. "Oh, well never mind."

She decided she was going to take a chance. "You know Laura, I could fix your hair like that if you wanted."

"Me, my hair like that. No, I don't think so." This was too good to be true but he didn't want her to know that that's exactly what he wanted.

"Come on, it would be fun. I could wash it right out after we were done and put it back the way it is."

"I don't know Connie. I'd feel silly."

"Nonsense, no one would see you but me."

"What about Aunt Margaret?" He really would feel strange if she thought he was enjoying looking and feeling feminine.

"I'll tell her to take the morning off, that I'm going to take care of you."

That would mean changing his diaper, bathing, and feeding him. As anxious as he was to prepare himself to escape he didn't know if he wanted her doing that for him anymore. He had so few choices, so few options open to him.

"Alright."

"I don't trust him. He's accepting too soon, too easily."

"I know Tina. He probably thinks he's going to try what Ryan did." Connie remembered that one well. He had tied up Connie and stolen her key to the door. If it hadn't been for Jack arriving when he did, the guy probably would had made good his escape.

"Ryan was bigger, stronger. In his condition, what can John hope to do? We had all the combination locks installed after Ryan's attempt to get away."

"He just doesn't realize it's hopeless."

"He's plotting, that's for sure. He must be getting ready, trying to win our trust." Tina had expected this but not so soon. They all made the attempt but they had learned to be on guard.

Connie had to agree with Tina, he was plotting. "At this point he's just playing into our hands. Let's just go along with it. We do have the remotes if he were to get out of hand."

"Alright, but you keep an eye on him." Tina worried that one of these days, one of their subjects would try to seriously slash back at them. This could be the one.

 

SUNDAY - DAY 16 113 Lbs.

It was as bad as he thought it would be. She cleaned up after he awoke with his diaper soiled then bathed him. He wanted to tell her no when she picked out a pink sleeveless nightie for him to wear. This was going to be harder than he had thought.

Being fed by her was the least embarrassing thing that he had to endure. He had eaten nothing since yesterday. All he had was his bottle and when he awoke that morning his stomach was growling. He was starved.

Connie put him in the wheelchair and rolled him into the bathroom. It was a unique sort of bathroom since it contained no toilet. Only the oversized bathtub for bathing him and the sink from a beauty salon, for washing hair.

"Does Aunt Margaret condition your hair?" Connie asked, it was very dull.

"I don't know." He didn't. Margaret washed it but never told him what she was doing.

"Well, I think I should. It's a little brittle. You should tell Aunt Margaret you want her to condition it for you every day."

"Alright." Was his hair in that bad shape?

It was time for his cut. Connie was, by no means, a professional hair stylist but she had taken a class at one of the local beauty schools. She knew enough to take care of their 'girls'.

"We don't want your hair any shorter than it is so I'm just going to trim your split ends and then I'll give you a layered cut to add some fullness and body. You're going to look terrific when I've finished."

He didn't understand what a layered cut was but it didn't really matter. "Ok." His hair was going to be considerably shorter when he escaped from his predicament.

When she was finished with the cut, Tina smoothed the styling gel through his wet hair and then set it with her hot rollers. "It's going to take a lot longer to dry than the doll's hair did so you'll have to be patient.

Patients he was learning.

"When your up to it Laura, I'll teach you how to set it yourself." Connie was excited about him willingly learning so soon. She wheeled him back into the nursery and showed him in the mirror how she set his hair. "See, it's just like what you did on the doll." With the exception of the bangs the doll had.

"It looks just like it." He really couldn't tell from where he sat. How strange to be looking at himself with curlers in his hair.

Now was the time to try to take it a step further, Connie decided. "Do you know you have a Fall complexion?"

A what, he asked himself? Then he remembered reading about something about complexions being described as seasons in one of the magazines. "What does that mean?"

"Well, there are four basic types of complexions. They label you as one of the seasons, depending on your shade. You've got a Fall complexion."

"Oh." He didn't want to sound too interested or curious.

"With each complexion they recommend you use different shades of makeup to look your best. Would you like to see what you'd look like in your shades?" Connie crossed her fingers behind her back.

"Will you wash it off before Aunt Margaret comes back?"

"Sure Laura."

"Ok." He agreed. She was playing right into his hands.

"Let me just run to my room and get my things real quick. Will you be alright for a minute in the chair?"

"I'll be fine." He answered with a smile. The smile faded as soon as she was gone. He looked back to the mirror. He looked at the curlers in his hair and at his face. In a low whisper he said to himself, "God, I've go to get out of here."

Connie hurried. She was only gone a moment. She didn't like leaving him alone. She kicked herself for not having everything ready, stashed outside the door.

"That didn't take long." She said as she walked back in.

It was a little awkward with him in the wheelchair but she would have to manage somehow.

"First goes the foundation." She told him.

"What's that?" He asked looking at the bottle.

"That's just to even out the complexion so the makeup goes on better."

"Why didn't we use that on the doll."

"Plastic skin, we didn't need it." Connie explained. He had a lot to learn, but today she would just show him a little.

She showed him how much to put on the little sponge then, while he watched in the mirror, she spread it on.

His complexion had already improved greatly. The large pores from his hair were closing up nicely and his overall complexion was much nicer from the lotion they used on him every day.

"Next we do your eyebrows, just like on the doll, to define them."

It looked easy enough.

Now your eyes. Try not to move or blink, I don't want to poke you."

It was easy to sit still while she put on eyeshadow. The eyeliner was another story. He wanted to blink when she was doing the mascara. She was thrilled with the way his eyes came out and it was difficult to not tell him how lovely he looked. He already had beautiful long lashes. Why was it that so many men had such lovely long ones while women didn't? It wasn't fair.

Connie saw that they had been right when they decided to leave his cheekbones alone. The were not overly prominent on his narrow face but they looked completely natural. The blush added all the highlights he needed to make them stand out softly.

He had seen enough. He wished now that he hadn't encouraged her to do this. John agonized as he watched himself being transformed into an attractive woman.

His lips didn't need enlarging. They were fine the way were, with his lower lip reshaped. Connie traced the outline with the lipliner and then filled them in with the red lipstick.

"There Laura. I think you look wonderful. What do you think?" He had been avoiding looking at his reflection in the mirror. He looked into his own eyes except there was someone else staring back at him and that someone would never again look like John Warren. After he escaped, could he ever look himself in the mirror again and not see the woman he saw now?

He was everything they hoped he'd be. Soon they would graduate him from the nursery and he would move into the Pink bedroom. There he would become accustomed to wearing the clothes they had already started to buy him. When he became comfortable in dresses and skirts he would be repeatedly and laboriously taught the little idiosyncrasies that would make him feel and act more feminine. Finally, hopefully, he would learn what it's like to be treated as a woman, in all ways. Connie didn't like the idea that Jack would play a major role in that stage but, it was necessary. He couldn't make himself say what they wanted to hear. He couldn't bring himself to lie. "I don't know."

"Of course not. How could you with your hair up in curlers like that." Connie took the chair by the handles. "Let's get those curlers out and then you'll look better." Connie made sure he didn't see her smile into the mirror at the faces she knew were watching from behind it.

"He really is our best yet." Tina remarked to Margaret.

"Lovely, just lovely." Margaret agreed. "How long do you want to keep him in the nursery?"

Tina watched Connie wheel him towards the bathroom. "Another five to seven days I think. He feels depressed and humiliated but he's not ready yet to trade that for the day in and day out life of a woman. He needs a little more time. He needs to be a little more desperate."

"I agree. This little escapade this morning proves that." "He needs to be degraded a little more. Push him again. Force him to rebel and then punish him. Spank him if you prefer that over the device, but show him that you're in control and he has no choice but to obey. It will be an invaluable lesson.

"I understand." Margaret said smiling. "I hope Connie brings him out for us to see when his hair is done."

"I'll wring her neck if she doesn't but I'm sure she will. She knows we're anxious to see how he looks."

John couldn't see himself as she took out the rollers. There were no mirrors in the bathroom. He didn't say much.

"You're going to like this I think." Connie told him as she started to brush it out. "You have beautiful thick hair. I was a little afraid your hair was too short but its just perfect."

"Good." He said with all the enthusiasm he could muster.

When she finished, she rolled him out for the unveiling. "Ta Da!" Connie parked him in front of the mirror.

His hair was parted off center. It fell in soft waves on the sides to a blunt cut just below his chin. The ends curled under and forward, just slightly.

"The doll had bangs." He noted. He also saw, for the first time, how his color had been changed. He remembered the rinse Tina gave him that first night. With his hair pulled back in pig tails the whole time, he hadn't really noticed. Now it was obvious.

"I thought you'd look better without them." She told him as she drew the hair on one side and put it behind his ear. "Do you like it better like that or just falling naturally?"

Naturally, that was a joke. Nothing about the way he looked was natural. "Either way is fine."

He forced himself to be cold and calculating. He could still see himself under the changes, under the makeup and the hair, but would anyone else? Would anyone else see the man, made up to look like a girl? It didn't matter. If he had any chance of escape it had to be like this. No matter how humiliating it was.

Connie watched as he turned his head from side to side, looking at the girl in the mirror. His apprehension was obvious but she knew he'd get used to the way he looked in time. "So, what do you think Laura."

"It looks nice."

"Nice! You look fantastic. Your hair really shines."

"Can we wash it out now and get rid of the make up. I'm a little tired and I'd like to lie down." Anything, the pigtails, the bottle, anything. Just get him away from the mirror, get him back to looking the way he did.

"Sure Laura, whatever you say." Connie understood, or at least she imagined she could.

"That look is perfect for him. They like them to look sweet and innocent. They'll adore him." Tina told Connie later.

Margaret was there when John woke up. "Hello sweetheart. Did you miss me? Did you and Connie have a nice time?"

"It was alright." He lay there while she changed him.

"What would you like to do this afternoon sweetheart?"

"Aunt Margaret, are there any other magazines I could read?" His mind was made up. He knew what he was going to do when the opportunity arose. The only question left was when?

He had made a good start. There was nothing else they could do to him now. He was going to cooperate.

"I think I can find you some others. Let's just get your nightie back on and feed you your lunch then I'll go see what I can find."

He poured through everything she gave him and, as he expected, they were all women's magazines. He looked for hints to follow to make him seem more feminine. Gestures, looks, ways to smile, tilt his head. He practiced with his hands.

 

MONDAY - DAY 17 112 lbs.

Monday was not a good day for John. He was terribly bored. He'd read all the magazines, twice.

He was tired of the dolls, such a degrading way to pass the time, now that he'd exhausted all the possible different ways to dress them.

Margaret seemed to be really on his case. He couldn't seem to say anything right, she was constantly correcting him. When she wasn't telling him how to behave and how to talk, she was babying him.

Finally, by the time she took him to give him his bottle before his afternoon nap, John was really irritable. He had enough of being treated like a helpless infant and he started being sarcastic.

He couldn't believe how Margaret blew up at him. It had been some time since she'd spanked him that time. He'd almost forgotten how hurt and degraded he'd felt that first time. She reminded him.

As if that wasn't enough. Margaret must have told Tina about it. He'd been put down for his nap without being fed his bottle. He was just lying there in his crib, awake, when Tina came in. She was furious. John's pleading when unheeded. She left him to consider his behavior, after her punishment.

As hard as John tried to appease Aunt Margaret that afternoon, he couldn't seem to win her good graces. It was not a good day.

 

WEDNESDAY - DAY 19 114 lbs.

He hadn't seen Connie for the past two days. When she finally came in on Wednesday afternoon he asked, "Can we practice with makeup some more?"

"Sure Laura, I'll get the doll out." Connie was willing if he was. He had spent two days without doing anything, he was bored to death. He hated to admit that he missed her visits.

"No Connie, I want to practice on myself. I want to learn to put on my own makeup."

He was full of surprises. Connie had thought, based on his reaction on Sunday, that they were going to have to wait until he was out of the nursery before covering that ground again. "Of course Laura. I'll just go and get my things."

"He didn't even seem to mind that Margaret was there. We did his makeup and set his hair again." Connie told Tina over dinner.

"He was asking my opinion about his hair. I was amazed." Margaret told Tina.

"It's like I said, he wants us to let down our guard. He's getting himself ready."

"I know, but I think it's nearly time to move on to the next step. Let's start to give him some of his strength back. We'll need to move him into the other bedroom soon. We're wasting valuable time." Connie was wanted to move on.

"Alright, alright. We'll move him around the middle of next week." Tina gave into Connie. "Margaret let's cut the muscle relaxant a bit and see how he is in the morning. Keep the sedative at the same level though. We still want to maintain that cycle."

"Ok Tina, I'll take care of it."

"Oh, I almost forgot. How's his little penis doing?"

Margaret smiled. "It's about a third of what it was at first. Have you decided whether or not to do the cosmetic work on him?"

"I spoke to Brevard on Monday. He wants to see Laura first. He's got someone who might be interested in a boy that's been altered the way we're thinking of, but Brevard wants to be sure that he's everything we say he is first."

"When's he coming?" Connie asked.

"He's going to be in town a week from Tuesday. I told him we'd arrange a little party that Wednesday so that he can meet Laura in a natural setting."

"That sounds like it would be fun. Do you think Laura will be ready by them?" Connie was a little worried. There was a lot to do, a lot to teach him in only two weeks.

"If he keeps up this level of cooperation I don't think it will be a problem." Tina was fairly confident.

 

THURSDAY - DAY 20 112 lbs.

He lay there awake as he did every morning, waiting for Margaret. He never had to wait long.

"Good morning sweetheart."

"Good morning Aunt Margaret." He answered with a smile.

"How are you this morning?"

"Fine. I'm hungry."

"Good, we'll have breakfast in a few minutes." An appetite was a good sign. As always, he had dirtied and wet his diaper. Margaret scooped him up and put him on the dressing table. When he was cleaned up she took him in the bathroom for his sponge bath.

"You've been such a good girl for Aunt Margaret the past few days. Tina's been talking about moving you out of the nursery soon."

This was exactly what John had been hoping for. "I've been trying to be good." He had done everything he could to please them since Monday's experience. The last thing he wanted now was to misbehave.

"I know you have honey." Margaret brushed his hair out. He no longer wanted it in pigtails. Margaret didn't style it for him the way Connie did. She just brushed it out every morning.

"Let's weigh you and get you dressed. I have a new nightie for you. Tina bought it yesterday."

Tina. God he hated the bitch. If he got the chance she would feel his wrath. "Wonderful."

"It's very pretty, it has little lace insets, lace on the collar and a flounce hem. I just know you'll love it."

"I can't wait to see it." He lied.

Margaret got a charge out of his enthusiasm even though she knew it was really a farce.

It was exactly as she described it and he felt absolutely ridiculous in it. "It's beautiful." He told her when she slipped it over his head.

"You have another treat this morning Laura.

"What is it Aunt Margaret?" God, another 'treat'.

"I brought you a special breakfast this morning."

It was special. It was the first real food he had eaten in weeks; a small portion of scrambled eggs, a slice of toast and juice. He savored every bite of the feast.

It wasn't until she put him down on the floor that he realized how special this day was. Getting up on his hands and knees was easier. He didn't waver as much when he crawled across the floor. He felt stronger. He wasn't ready to run the 100 yard dash but he was definitely stronger. He could feel it.

John waited until Margaret wasn't looking and tried to pull himself up on the dresser. He wasn't strong enough to get to his feet yet but he could feel the strength in his arms.

Reading seemed mundane but he had to resist the urge to continually test himself. He didn't want Margaret to discover he was stronger. She had brought him a new supply of magazines last night and he sat against the wall to read.

After what he guessed was an hour he put the magazines away in the drawer. He was able to lift three at a time. Something he hadn't been able to do in weeks.

He brought out the dolls. Margaret liked to watch him play with them and anything that pleased her was a priority for him. Almost and hour passed as he amused himself with the small figures and their clothes.

When Margaret said it was time for his nap he didn't argue and curled up on her lap.

"He's chomping at the bit. I told him about the possibility of his getting out of the nursery and he glowed. He couldn't do enough to please me and he was as sweet as pie."

"As we expected. Did he seem any stronger?" Tina asked.

Margaret laughed. "He waited until he thought I wasn't looking. He tried to pull himself up on the dresser. It was too much for him. It was sort of pathetic to watch."

"He'll keep testing his strength. Just make sure he doesn't hurt himself.

John was anxious to test himself again, hoping that he was stronger yet. He hurried through the lunch Margaret brought him. The small bowl of tuna salad and lettuce was very filling.

He waited for her to put him down but was disappointed when she told him, "I bought you a new book yesterday. Shall I read to you this afternoon."

He almost voiced his objection but thought better of it. "I'd like that Aunt Margaret."

She scooped him out of the chair. "Snuggle up now and get comfortable." She told him as she settled into her chair with him on her lap.

He passed the afternoon on her lap as she read him a story about a young woman who fell madly in love with an architect while they worked together on a sand castle project in Florida. 'Sand Castle Summer' was the name of it and it bored him to death.

He didn't even get five minutes on his own before she was back with his bottle.

He was frustrated again by the arrival of Connie when he woke late that afternoon, after his nap. He wanted to test himself, work on building up his strength.

"Would you like to try to do your hair yourself Laura?" connie asked him.

Yes he did. It was crucial that he learn. "I'd like that. Will you help me?"

"I'd be happy to." Connie and John spent nearly three hours in the bathroom.

He learned to roll and style his hair well enough to do it on his own. All he needed now was access to the makeup, the hair styling tools, some clothes to wear. Most of all he needed to get his full strength back. John knew he was stronger. If he had tried to put all the rollers in his hair, just two days ago, he wouldn't have had the strength to continually hold his hands up to his head.

It was no less disturbing to see himself in the mirror tonight, all prettied up. More than ever, John was driven by a purpose.

He never got the opportunity that night to test his legs. Surely he would in the morning. He fell asleep wondering what the morning would bring.

 

FRIDAY - DAY 21 113 lbs.

He did it, he got to his feet. He only had a moment because Margaret would be back with the magazines he had asked her for. He wouldn't have been able to remain standing very long anyway, he wasn't that strong yet.

They watched from the hall. "He's still very weak." Margaret noted.

"Go ahead and cut him back a little more tomorrow. We have to move ahead." Tina told her.

Margaret had pangs of regret. With him moving out of the nursery, her responsibility for him would come to an end. "I'll miss him."

Tina smiled at the sweet woman. "You won't have a whole lot of time to think about it. If everything goes as planned you should have another 'little girl' to care for by the end of next week." Things were looking pretty good for their latest prospect.

"That would be wonderful." Margaret was delighted to hear the news.

"You better get back in there before he tries to run laps around the nursery."

"Not for a couple of days I think." Said Margaret with a smile as she put her hand on the doorknob and punched in the combination.

 

(continued in part 2)

 

 

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