Exquisite Excursion                    by: Virginia Kane

 

PART THREE: EVOLUTION

The sun’s heat felt warm on my face. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell it was still daylight out. We must not have slept for very long. I turned over in the bed to reach for Rita. She was gone. With my head turned away from the sun, I opened my eyes. I rubbed the sleep from them and saw my mom standing by my bed. She was wearing a shape hugging nightgown that made every curve in her body appear sculpted. With the effect of sleep still clouding my vision, she appeared to be a mature version of how I could look if I let myself continue to follow the emotions that were coursing through me.

My romp with Rita was so exciting; it caused me to dream of being a lovely girl in love with another, just like mom. I toyed with the notion of telling mom that I wanted to pursue this adventure further, a lot further, but held back voicing my thoughts just yet. Without her help, it wouldn’t be easy. I knew I’d have to raise the issue sooner or later. I stretched and felt my corset’s constraint. It felt good. I wanted to be constrained by a sexy foundation, constrained until my torso relented and assumed the curves of a young girl.

"Dani, wake up. We have issues to resolve. I must discuss them with you."

"Mom. What time is it?"

"Time to get going. Wake up, we have much to do before I leave for work."

"Sure, mom." My corset didn’t seem to hamper my movement like it did when I first put it on a few hours ago. Maybe Rita was right, and my waist was already adjusting to its viselike grip. I was able to sit upright, and didn’t have to lean back on the bed.

"Wow, it didn’t take long for this thing to affect my waistline. I couldn’t sit up like this in this thing few hours ago when Rita strapped me into it."

"That was Saturday. A few hours ago you were still fast asleep. Today is Tuesday, and the slack in your corset is the result of your not eating any solid food for over a week. Now, get up and stand in the doorway." I obeyed her command and stepped under the lacing bar. Without being told, I reached up and grabbed the bar. It was easier to reach than the last time. She undid the stays, and released me from the corset. I sighed from the relief of not having a restriction around my body, but was anxious to resume my figure’s training. Mom pulled down my panties and had me step out of them as well. Then, she slid my nylons off and had me hanging naked in the doorway of the bathroom, standing on a step stool. She then started the shower and told me to wash thoroughly. When I was done she handed me a towel and I dried myself off.

"Stand still while I rub this lotion into your skin while we talk." She covered my body with a pink lotion that smelled like perfumed lye. She covered my legs and arms with it as well. She wore rubber gloves and covered me completely. As she progressed down my legs, she pushed them to each side to coat the insides of my thighs. She even put the stuff all over my long penis, nearly to the head of it, and my testicles, as well. She then had me let go of the bar and turn around so she could do my entire backside. When she parted my nether cheeks, I tightened up.

"Relax your buns Dani, so I can get to most of the hair in the crease of your butt. We can’t have you sending out conflicting signals. She continued coating me with lotion.

"There, that will get rid of the peach fuzz. Go over and stand in the tub. Don’t turn on the water until I tell you. Better yet, I’ll turn it on and adjust the temperature."

"You’d better hurry, this stuff is getting warm, mom. What is it called?"

"Nair, a depilatory cream. It’ll take off all that unsightly hair, so you will look dainty. In five more minutes, your hair will go down the drain with the water and leave you with nice smooth skin. I don’t want you to have many reminders of being a male. Rita told me you want to look more attractive, so we’re going to help you do that.

"First off, you have to get ready to go out in public. Soon as you get dressed, you’re going to have your ears pierced at a salon. If you choose to, you may have your hair permed to give you tight curls while you are there, and get a complete set of cosmetics to match your skin tone. Then, we’ll see what we can do with your waistline. Are you sure you want to progress to looking entirely like a girl to win the bet?"

I felt guilty about my sexual experience with Rita, the first sexual experience of my life with another person. I wanted to confess it to mom, but she kept asking questions. "Of course. I want to win the bet more than ever, mom. Wearing a corset won’t be so bad. You’re wearing one under that slip, right now, aren’t you? You don’t seem to mind wearing corsets, and Rita makes wearing one seem easy. She looks great. She showed off hers to me on Saturday. She said I wouldn’t mind wearing the corsets so much if I keep taking some pills she gave me. They made my head feel fuzzy but I didn’t feel like I was being cut in two by that corset after taking them. I should have the hang of walking around comfortably in a few more days if I can keep using those pills. She said they weren’t habit forming of dangerous either. She wants me to try out wearing other things, too; sexier things. She showed me ways to be sexy with men, mom. Where is Rita?"

"She’ll be along. She’s arranging your appointment at the salon. So! You won’t mind taking medication to enhance your curves? It may take a few months before you see any results. Will you be willing to wait that long before starting your weeklong bet? You’ll have to stay inside of the bedroom until then. Remember what Laura said: ‘No half measures’. She doesn’t want you parading around looking half male." You have to decide you will stick to wearing female things if you wish to keep taking those pills."

"I thought she meant when you two were around. Can’t I have the freedom of the apartment and terrace when I’m alone? I’m tired of being cooped up."

"I’ll ask her. She may not want you to upset her staff. I’ll try to convince her you will not spook them. As long as you don’t leave the apartment and let the doorman or building personnel see you, she’ll probably give in. I’ll let you know what she decides."

"I can see that she’s the boss all the time, not just at work. You’ll do whatever she asks, won’t you. I guess the same goes for me. Well, it’s her place and we’re her guests. We should try to get along with her as best we can, shouldn’t we?"

"That’s more in line with the way I brought you up, darling! I’m glad you feel like cooperating. If you can continue to maintain your present accepting attitude, I’m sure Laura will be pleased as punch. Time’s up! Into the shower you go!"

My fine blond body hair went down the drain with the water just as mom said it would. As I soaped myself up with a facecloth, the hair slid right off in clumps. In less time than it took her to cover my body with the cream, I was denuded of all body hair. The shampoo made the hair on my head squeaky-clean. As I dried off, my skin tingled.

Mom rubbed my tresses in a turban of towel and fluffed it up. Then she blow-dried it, making it seem fuller than before. I put on a terrycloth robe and returned to my bedroom at her direction. Once there, mom sat me in front of the mirror as she brushed out my tangled head of hair. As she stroked my long hair, she seemed jolly, clucking and giggling as if she was having fun. She hadn’t paid much personal attention to me lately so I took advantage of it and let her do whatever she wanted. Going along with her would be to my advantage. She had been upset with me. It felt good to be back in her good graces.

"How come you took so long to let me know that you want me to see life from the woman’s point of view, mom. I’d have agreed to give it a try much sooner if you’d have asked. Did you think I was so macho that I would refuse?"

"Let’s say you weren’t ready to take this step yet, Dani. You’re grown up now. You’ve matured a lot in the past few months and won’t be childish about it now. I didn’t want to do anything to interfere with your schooling. Now that you don’t want to continue with school, it’s time you took a hard look at life in general. This new vantage will give you keener insight. Where did you put those pads you had last week?"

"Let’s see. Oh yeah. I left them with the body slimmer in Amanda’s hamper, I think. Or was it in this room, after--- gee mom I don’t remember. Do you want me to wear them today? How will it look if I wear them under male clothes?"

"Hmm. We’ll see. I think you should wear the pads until the bet is over, unless you’d rather get temporary implants to look more like Rita. Ask Rita how long it took for hormones to fill out her chest. Implants would give you immediate results. Laura would approve, I’m sure. Once you decide, I don’t want you vacillating again, like last week.

"You would be able to go outside of the apartment whenever you wanted if you look convincing enough. Implants and a few other minor changes and you could pass anywhere right away. Are you ready to commit to a complete makeover? You’d have to get a new job. Too many people at the store might recognize who you are."

"Implants? Could I? You wouldn’t mind? I was figuring out a way to ask you." I opened my robe wide while mom kept brushing my hair. I peered into the mirror to imagine what breasts would look like on my chest. I was too flat! Without any hair, I looked like a girl that nature cheated. Implants would make my body look as good as Rita’s body looked. She had breasts and loved the way it made her shape hide the fact that she was a male. Rita said the procedure was simple. Instant tits!

"Would it cost a lot to get a set of boobs of my own. They can always be taken out after I win the bet, if I wanted not to continue this game, can’t they?"

"Whoa, who said this was a game? Seeing life from a woman’s point of view is an education in life, not a game Dani. I want you to know what it’s like to be treated as a sex object first, and another human being second. Being a woman has its drawbacks. Being treated like a piece of meat isn’t my idea of a game. Most women treat each other decently for the most part, but men? Oh, no! They can be extremely cruel. I’ll bet you wouldn’t be able to get through a single day without having some jerk try to grope you or approach you for sex, if you looked sexier and had nice breasts. Did you consider that?

"This exercise wouldn’t be strictly to pull the wool over men’s eyes, it’s to cure you of narrow mindedness. To understand why I prefer women to men, you’ll have to see what being the weaker sex is like. Ask Rita about how many times she got cornered by some pig with lust on the brain. You have a lot to learn. Most young girls have years to learn how men act from their mothers. You’ll need a crash course in fending them off."

"You are still thinking like a man. You want to play at being a girl for the sexual thrills involved. You had a bit of fun with Rita Saturday and now wonder what it would be like to have a man lust after you. Did Rita teach you some new tricks that you want to try on some man? One passionate session and you want to try out more, is that it?"

"No, not that! I was only wondering if I could get away with looking as good as Rita. I’d like to see if I could walk down a street undetected, and make men’s heads turn, that’s all. Think of it! I could be fooling a bunch of jerks like those that made fun of me in school and called me a wimp just because I don’t think crashing into one another to advance a football across a field is sensible, or beating each other to a pulp is a sign of superiority. It would give me great pleasure to make those super heroes in their own minds fill their Dockers or Levi’s with spunk just by my strutting past them.

"I wouldn’t want to touch any of them, I just want to watch them squirm. I’d do anything to be able to pull that off on them. As long as I need the corsets, I thought I’d make the most of Laura’s challenge and try to look good to get even with them. Payback time! I could make them regret making me the brunt of their jokes, that’s all."

"Would you be willing to help your mother fulfill her own revenge while you’re at it? There are a few men I’d like to see get their comeuppance, too. One in particular is your father. I’d give anything to see the look on his face if he found out he seduced his son instead of molesting another innocent girl. Seems he’s sired two other children after you were born without admitting any responsibility. Afterwards, he had other men court the girls like he arranged things for me. I’d love to see him get a shock of a lifetime."

"Super! I’ll do it, mom. We’ll give him payback at its best. He never did a thing for you or me. He could have at least provided for my birth, or saw to it that you didn’t have to sell yourself to be able to support yourself after grandma threw you out."

"We can’t blame grandma. I shamed her by becoming a prostitute. Now, grandpa; he’s the one who should suffer. He could have protected me instead of turning me into a hooker. He got to be a big man with his cronies, by having his own sex slave, willing put out for all his friends at his directions. Let me think. How could we fix his cork?

"Better yet, some of those holy-roller preachers that came to me for sex during the week while giving grandma a line of baloney about praying for her wayward child on Sundays. You want to talk about scoundrels? These guys took money from grandma; money grandpa got for pimping my body and paid me with it for their own romps in the hay with me. I wish I could expose those assholes for what they are. Some of them still have to be in Cedar Ridge. We could go back and make public jackasses out of them."

"Good morning." Rita came waltzing through the door. "I thought I heard you two." She came to my side and kissed me on the forehead. "We’ve got a bunch of fun stuff to do today." She looked carefully at my face. "How do you feel?"

" Fine! Is something wrong?"

"No, I only wanted to see if you still have saucers for pupils. She reached into a purse and pulled out a pillbox. She went to the bathroom and returned with some water in a small paper cup. " Here! Take these. Dr. Samuel prescribed them."

I was still unaccustomed to having a private nurse. "What are they for?

"First take them, doctor’s orders." I washed the pills down with the water.

"What time is it?"

"Eight-thirty am. You have to get dressed, put on your makeup, and fix your hair. We have an hour and a half to get ready for your first appointment."

"Appointment? What kind of appointment?"

"Figure development appointment. We’re gonna get your ears pierced, and then go see Dr. Samuel to get some fat sucked out of your belly. I see you got rid of all the hair on your body. I’ll take over, Susan. You haven’t much time to get to work."

"I don’t think I want to go that far. My waist is fine. The corset’s working"

"Please, Dani, don’t argue. I only follow orders. Do you want to talk this over with your mother? Argue with her, but make it snappy. We have a lot to do."

"Where did the time go? I have to leave for work, Dani. Tell Dr. Samuel you don’t want a pretty waistline yet. We’ll discuss it this evening at dinner. It will be nice to have you join us for a change. We’ve missed your companionship. We wanted you to rest your back. If Dr. Samuel thinks you are out of danger, you can come out of your cocoon.

"You’ll be sending mixed signals to Laura unless you make a commitment to do one thing or the other. I thought you said you wanted to look more attractive. Didn’t Dani tell you so on Saturday, Rita? I wish you’d make up your mind, Dani. What about your getting revenge? Are you still unsure sure of your ability to carry off the bet? One minute you say you want to be more attractive and the next thing out of your mouth is total reluctance. I’ll tell Laura you still aren’t sure. You don’t have to decide today."

"I’m afraid of getting any permanent changes, mom. Won’t there be scars on my chest that will show afterwards? How will I be able to explain them? They can’t put fat cells back once they’re removed. I’ll have a thin waist for the rest of my life. What if I have to go to a hospital or undress in a health club and someone sees I have breasts and a penis? People will laugh at me. I’m too confused." My mind started getting fuzzy again.

Mom put her arms around me and held me close. "I want you to find out what being a girl is like, but I want you to feel confident about doing it. Maybe we’re rushing you too much. Ask Dr. Samuel those questions. She knows more about it than I do. Tell her what worries you. Be honest with her. If she thinks there will be telltale signs after your transformations, she won’t hide that from you. After she answers all of your questions and you decide to go ahead, you have my approval. I’ll stand behind your decision one hundred percent, whichever it is.

"If you turn down my offer to find out what living as a girl is like, I’ll understand. If you want to keep your job and go back to work, it’s okay with me. I hope your absence from work for the recovery of your back problem didn’t lead them to replace you yet. We can always let your floor manager know what you are doing and see if she’ll hold your job open a little longer. She likes you. I could tell immediately when we went to find you last week. She’ll be willing to let you continue working as a girl, I know it. If losing your job is worrying you, don’t give it a second thought. If you lost your job already, what’s done is done. They may not want to keep you if you may hurt your back easily again.

"I’m sure my company has plenty of positions you are suited to filling. There’s an opening in my old payroll department. Don’t worry about it. Laura will find you a job.

"Concentrate on making a decision, today when you see Dr. Samuel." She kissed my cheek and left for work. She was right, I have to get off the fence and decide.

My job may already be gone, no sense in my worrying about that. I don’t want to hurt my back again, anyway. What if there won’t be any scars. It’s not that important. Who’d see them? I could go back to work at the store as a girl. I’d fit in better. Maybe my floor manager would help, if she knew. She probably would hire me as a girl. She does like me a lot. There isn’t much to hold me back, really. As long as there won’t be any scarring afterward. I’d be devastated, if there was scars. I want to be attractive, not covered with ugly scars.

"Did it hurt a lot, Rita?"

"The implants? Only for a couple of days. After that, they were tender for a few weeks. With proper support I didn’t mind the discomfort. Once I got used to them, I was in love with them, my own breasts. Now, I couldn’t imagine not having them. They feel so good when someone plays with them and kisses them like you did Saturday. It’s like having a pair of small cocks. You know how that feels, Dani. Well my nipples get all hard and stick out whenever I think about it. Want to see?"

"Yeah, that’d be nice. Let me see. Are they hard now?"

"Like rocks." She undid her blouse, and opened her front closing underwire bra. She let her tits hang free in front of my face. "Lick them for me and make them grow."

I spread my legs apart and let her stand up closer to me. The height of the stool put her breasts within reach of my thick lips. She put her hands on my shoulders and let me grasp her breasts, one in each hand. "Kiss them, Dani. It feels so good to have someone kiss and lick them. Feel how hard they are getting around the nipples. Yes, like that. You could have a pair just like them." I could feel her left nipple tighten in my thick lips. The other one was equally hard under my fingertips. I switched to suck her right breast, and fingered her left. They were like the hard rubber eraser on the end of a pencil.

"Oh yes. That’s nice, but we must stop for now. We have to keep your appointment. We’ll have to hurry or we’ll be late. Stand up and let me lace you in. I’ve picked out the perfect casual sweater and slack set for you to wear on your first outing. It’s kind of androgynous. You won’t stand out at all. When I finish your makeup and hair, no one will notice anything unusual once I add some pads to your chest. Trust me."

Twenty-five minutes later, I was standing in front of the mirror looking at a young lady instead of a guy. I could tell my breasts were phony though, they didn’t move with me at all, and looked too small. This wouldn’t do, not to get away with it for a whole week. "Do I look good enough to pass muster at the salon, Rita?"

"Are you kidding? All young girls use padding at one time or another. Few real young girls have perfect breasts. They all use bras and pads to achieve ideal busts."

"All the girls I know from school had perfect breasts. None were this small, either, not a one. Maybe I should wear bigger falsies. What do you think?" It was hard to be sure. My head was getting fuzzier by the minute.

"You look just fine. You don’t want to attract a lot of attention, until you have your ears pierced and get your hair permed. We have to get going. Don’t worry. You’re not ready to seduce any men yet. What’s gotten into you?"

"I’m afraid of getting caught, that’s what. I can still tell that I’m a guy under this entire getup. If I can tell, so can everyone else. This isn’t going to work."

"Nonsense. You look divine. If you looked any better, you’d have no need to visit the salon. Take this purse. Let’s go, or we’ll be late." Her confidence was reassuring.

As she drove to the salon, Rita told me my walk was too stiff on the way to the car. I had to relax, or I’d blow it. Ha, some metaphor. She rattled on while she drove. I hardly heard a word she said. My head was reeling from what I was about to do. I was going to invade the inner sanctum of womanhood, a beauty salon.

"Your mother went to get some of your things from your old apartment Sunday. She found out that you tried to stash away all the college brochures and applications, even your high school transcripts. She figured out that you don’t intend to go to college at all. Her attitude changed after she discovered that. She intends to send you to a girl’s school in the fall. I have to get you ready to attend a summer course with Amanda."

Whoops!

"She didn’t seem upset about it this morning. She would have said something."

"She would have if you continued to resist the plans she has for you. Don’t fight her so hard, Dani. She’ll only get her way eventually, anyhow. Relax and enjoy it. Don’t resist the girls at the salon either if you don’t want to get caught. Let them think you led a sheltered life during your teens. That’ll explain your lack of pierced ears."

That would be a safe approach. "You do all of the talking. I don’t think anyone would believe I was a real girl if I have to say all that. Tell them anything, but make sure they don’t ask me too many questions. I’ll screw up and they’ll all know."

"Fine. Make believe you have a sore throat. I’ll take care of everything. Don’t start arguing about what they suggest, just go along. Nod your head if they ask you anything. I’ll be right beside you. The first time is scary because you don’t know what to expect. I know. Give them a chance to do all the talking, and they’ll love you. Girls in Beauty salons jabber like magpies. You’ll soon find out. Let them go on. You’ll learn a lot about current trends if you listen and keep your mouth shut. Every movie star and model will be put through a wringer. They all know they could do hair better than the professional stylists that make a fortune at it."

Two hours later, I had a set of curls that looked like a Brillo pad. They said my hair was too short for anything elaborate, and I nodded when the stylist suggested something sassy. I like it. Looks easy to take care of. The ear piercing was not as painful as I thought it would be. I was about to ask for one in each ear, but Rita said three, and we settled for two. The girl said I could always get more piercings later, and I nodded vigourously. Rita relented, with a look of disdain. I won out for a change.

We had over an hour of time on our hands when we left the salon, so we cruised the mall. I was dying to find out if I would turn any heads with my new perm. I could see the guys check us out. Rita got more attention. She had those big bazookas of hers, but I noticed a few guys staring at my butt. Hers was much bigger and swayed as she walked. She whispered that some guys like a tight ass better. I wondered what she meant by that.

We slipped into a clothing store when some guys were keeping pace with us. Being hit on at a mall would make me want to run for the nearest exit. I wasn’t ready to face a guy yet. I wouldn’t know what to say. Rita quietly steered me inside while she said the taller guy was checking out my gait. I thought and said "the kind of gate that opens and closes into a yard." She roared! Said this ‘gate’ only led to the ‘back’ yard. Then we both laughed out loud. They strode by the store, and hurried off with red faces when they saw us laughing. So much for bravery, men must cower in fear of being put down.

I saw a dress I liked, and Rita suggested we wait. The store could deliver it to the apartment in a week, once we knew what the proper size would be. That reminded me of our next appointment. Walking around freely in a woman’s clothing store without feeling embarrassed about being there was fun. My hair, earrings and Rita’s reassurance gave me the confidence not to fear detection. Funny how a few of the right changes bolstered my ego. It felt good to pass, better than anything I felt as a guy who always had trouble by getting guys’ unkind attention. My new look screamed out for their attention.

When the sales lady approached us I was glad we had to be going. Rita asked her about the delivery policy. When Rita told her the address, she affirmed the store could deliver our selections if we preferred, and the dress in question was available in a wide range of sizes. She looked at Rita and said the dress on display would probably fit her fine, and asked her if she wanted to try it on. Rita told her it would be for me, and the woman took one look and said they might have something smaller in stock and she would go to make sure. Rita told her not to bother, as the one in her hand would be ample enough in a few days. The woman thought about it and slowly nodded. "Oh, I see."

She smiled and turned her attention to me. "Come back in a week. We have loads of new styles coming in, a complete shipment of fall styles, straight off the cutting tables in New York. You’ll want to check them all out, once you are sure of the correct size." Then she whispered. "My daughter has the same problem. Who is your doctor?"

"Dr. Samuel" I blurted out in a male voice. I forgot myself. Must be the fuzziness. It was clearing but still my thinking was still a bit slow.

She appeared startled, then regained her composure. "You sound hoarse, Have her check out your tonsils, too. When you come back, ask for me. We have a complete line of fine corsets and lingerie. The chain has the best custom corsetiers available on the payroll. Let us know when you will be coming in, and I’ll arrange for one to be here. No need for you to travel far to get everything a girl needs. We’d be happy to help you make your selections right here and deliver them later. Would you like to see a catalog?"

Rita answered. "Yes, but we’re short of time, so we’ll have to take it with us. We’ll call you in advance and give you plenty of time to arrange a fitting. Okay?"

The woman rushed off. Her mind was filled with visions of a large sale in the offing, if she didn’t say anything to offend us. I could detect it in her face. "She knows."

"So? Now you know how it feels. She wouldn’t have known, if I didn’t give her reason to take a closer look. She ‘made’ you after I told her you this dress would fit you in a week. She could care less, as long as you spend a lot of money here. I’ve shopped here lots of times. They carry quality stock. She hasn’t a clue about me yet, but I’ll bet she checks me out with a magnifying glass as soon as she gets back."

As if the woman was programmed, she examined Rita carefully when she returned. She stared at Rita’s neck for a long time while she talked about the catalog, searching for the lump men have trouble hiding. She compared throats, looking confused and then put her hand to her own throat, as if she wasn’t sure if she had an Adam’s apple of her own. I’d have to remember the signs. She knew damned well I was a guy, but wasn’t sure about Rita. Rita thanked the woman in a deep baritone that startled the two of us. I didn’t know she could talk in a man’s range, either. The woman blushed and told us the store offered select clientele very private dressing rooms, where we could change behind locked doors. She promised the store exercised absolute discretion.

Rita thanked her for her assistance, and shook her hand. The woman wasn’t repulsed. She offered her hand to me, as well, and I tried to take it as gently as I could. My hands were sweating. I hope she wouldn’t notice. She smiled and gave my hand a squeeze. "Good luck. Come and see me soon." She stared at my sweater again and grinned from ear to ear. "I hope you are pleased. Let us know if you need any help in finding the proper support. I’ll be very discreet."

I thanked her, trying to sound as feminine as I could. Then, Rita dragged me away. I wanted to stay and ask the lady for an independent opinion. Rita told me she would probably encourage me to get huge ‘jugs’ so she could make a fortune on special sizes they’d require. They all think we want to become a shemale and have outlandish boobs. They can make more money off of us if we did.

The venture gave me the resolve I needed to go ahead with getting implants. When we got to Dr. Samuel’s office we were a tad late and got scolded by her receptionist. We were ushered right in. Dr. Samuel was prepared and waiting.

She had me sign some waiver forms and talked about my options. She cautioned me to be leery of big breasts, too. She could expand them if the hormones she was about to inject didn’t result in the cleavage I wanted. At her request, I undressed as she talked about what to expect from the hormone injections. With my penile implant, I would still have erectile function, but my libido would diminish, and my desire to penetrate would decline, as I would more than likely be inclined to accept penetration, instead.

Full recovery from getting implants would take over a week, but I would be able to leave the hospital right away with a full bra. Liposuction would take longer to heal, and required a brief stay. I could wait and have that procedure performed after my breasts settled, or have both procedures done at the same time. The hospital stay would be safer, and I could return home in a week or so. Tracheal shaving wasn’t necessary.

I asked for both procedures, right away, before I changed my mind. I didn’t want two periods of recovery to delay the outcome. I was sure this was the best course for me to follow. I knew mom would agree, and Laura would be ecstatic. She wouldn’t have to worry about any more mixed signals from me. My decision was firm. I completely forgot to ask about scarring when the implants were removed later. I was so sure of my decision, until I woke up from the anesthesia in the hospital. Then, I had my doubts.

My whole body felt like it was on fire. Dr. Samuel had assisted the surgeon and she told me both procedures went beautifully. I wasn’t as confident as she was. I felt bloated, and my breasts felt like basketballs, and I suffered with a sore bum from the enema I received before they put me out. Fortunately, I slept through most of the week of recovery in the hospital and was released as soon as the danger of infection was minimal. I was awake for most of mom’s visits, but not much more. Laura always came along, but I didn’t know that She’d wait outside, letting mom spend the time with me in privacy.

Two more weeks with Rita as my constant companion, and I was a new person. She had me watch videos and do exercises daily. I knew more about my new role than most genetic girls did at the end of those two weeks. I also got daily lessons on the finer skills regarding fellatio from Rita. Mom left me to Rita’s care except in the evenings.

I resumed a regular solid diet, but couldn’t eat half of what I was accustomed to devouring at each sitting in the past. To recover properly and maintain my stamina from the exercises, I had to nibble at food all day long. My stomach felt like it shrunk from the lack of solid food, but I was always hungry now. The liposuction did wonders for my waistline, but the swelling didn’t subside as quickly as I had assumed it would. Walking was painful for what seemed like forever, but gradually lessened day by day. By the time the stitches around each nipple dissolved, I was totally recovered from both procedures.

Rita chided me about making good use of her ‘pacifier’ more often or I’d soon lose my diminished waistline and have to return to the hospital to get more of the ugly fat sucked out of my gut. I accommodated her as often as the mood possessed me. Sucking her cock was something I began to crave and performed with delightful relish.

I didn’t even encourage her to return the honors, as letting her cock ride between my new tits while I sucked on the head of her long cock could get me going enough to release my seed. We spent hours with my head between her legs. Just as Rita promised, my nipples began to expand and react to the feel of her cock gliding between them.

Knowing mom was kept informed of my progress dispelled any concern being caught engaging in improper behavior. I was a bastard child of a reformed hooker that preferred women. Rita said I was destined to become expert at everything sexual. As the time passed, she expanded my talents by showing me every trick she knew. I was becoming accomplished at giving head and liked the idea of becoming proficient. I was ready to expand my horizons and use my newfound talent on a man, any man.

Rita disagreed. She then advised me I was ready for the next step in my natural progression. I was to learn how to use my anus as a vagina, by getting fucked by her. She forced me to wait and anticipate her filling my ass with her cock. She’d wave it at me while I sucked on the tip, taunting me, saying how she would with split me open with it.

She primed me with her fingers and thin dildoes for well over a week after announcing her intentions. I would hump back at her hand forcing her fingers into my ass deeper. I wanted it, but she kept me at bay. She said it wouldn’t hurt as bad if I were prepared for it properly. I didn’t care. I wanted her cock in my butt. I begged for it, and know Laura and mom heard my constant pleas while she whammed her fingers into me.

Finally, she gave me what I craved. The intense pain almost made me pass out. I screamed and told her I changed my mind. I couldn’t take it .I said I could feel her tearing my flesh, but she kept pushing that thing into me. I was on my back writhing in pain. I looked away from Rita and saw them standing near the doorway, watching me being deflowered. My own mother and her lesbian lover stood by with smiles on their faces as my asshole was ravaged. When Rita was done filling me with her seed, she got up and left abruptly. I covered myself with my comforter and rolled up into a ball.

I cried agonizing tears for hours. Halfway through the night, mom came in and held me in her arms. She whispered words of consolation to me "I know, I know. Every girl has to bear shame and pain from her very first entry. That’s why I had the surgeon pull a bit of tissue across to the other side of your colon and stitch it. You found out what it feels like to have your hymen torn asunder just like every other girl. It will heal of its own accord in a few days. Afterward, it won’t hurt as bad to accept a cock back there."

I was unable to walk the next day. Rita didn’t come to see me that day or the next. When she did stop in, she apologized for being brutal but her instructions were clear. She was to make sure I knew what rape felt like to a girl. She said she felt pangs of regret the entire time, but had to continue, or my mom would be beside herself after the trouble she went through to convince the doctor to modify my rectal passage to react like a normal woman’s hymen from forced entry. She said more than one lover had treated her roughly, but she never had to endure such pain from receiving a cock, and she was sorry that she had to do it. Orders or not, she was sick about making me suffer so badly.

I said it was over, and nothing could be done to undo it. At least I knew what mom and many other girls suffered through. After she left, I felt a closer bond with my mother. I knew why she wanted me to endure the pain, but I wouldn’t have any inkling what pain she and others went through at the hands of men until it happened to me. Why any woman would desire being forcibly invaded by a object like that was unimaginable.

In a few days, I was able to get around, but my fanny was still on fire. Rita taught me how to cleanse my rear passage, long before, but I was afraid to touch it. The blood I found on my sheets the morning after my rape had me convinced that I was torn so bad it would take months to heal properly. To open the wound with a plastic probe was the last thing I wanted to do. At Rita’s insistence, I let her examine my butt. She used fingers on it before, but the ring of tissue at the entrance was so swollen, I wouldn’t let her get any further than that. She applied a cooling salve and relented. The next day, the swelling was substantially less painful. She told me she had seen worse in the locked down infirmary at a hospital where she used to work. I asked her if she had seen any men in my condition.

"More than once, young guys from the county jail were brought in so badly torn that they required surgery. The cons liked "fresh meat" and would bugger a youngster making his "debut" into jail. She said it was a ritual. After surgery, a guy could accept the "fisting" and "heavy loads" the cons gave them without tearing, and be willing to do anything they demanded to avoid a repeat performance. So the cons would provide a suitable initiation. The macho cons kept their "queens" in check by protecting them from an onslaught by a dozen or more of the other cons, non-stop.

The county officials and prison personnel had enough trouble with overcrowding, assaults, drug use and other issues. They knew the effect on "outsiders" the threat guaranteed. It was one of the most effective means they had to discourage repeat offenders from returning to the confines of a cell with a "long-timer" as a cell mate.

Some prisoners "turned" and accepted the life of a being a sex object for a cellmate. Others suffered worse consequences by fighting the demands of a sex-starved man who is deprived of normal sex due to imprisonment. I listened intently to Rita’s tales of woe. She had a lover who told her about his experience first-hand. He was so used to providing sex to the other men in jail; women didn’t interest him any longer. He was so accustomed to being the submissive partner for another man, he could not get aroused unless he was "popped around" by another man and forced down to his knees.

Drug use was common in low security penal institution. He would be kept docile and available to other men for a fee. The cells were little more than cramped rooms without locks on the doors. I had an idea of what that kind of helplessness was like from the pills she gave to me when I first began accepting transformation. She told me she saw the scars on the insides of his nether cheeks from cigarette burns. If he refused to be used as a sperm bank, they used him for an ashtray. He accepted the less painful use of his ass, as he would have to give in, anyway, sooner or later. After a while, his man treated him like a wife, showering him with sexy undies and little rewards like the hormones he used to look more feminine and encourage his willingness.

She said he had it coming. He was busted for drugs with a group of others. They were young and innocent, perfect targets to be trained by the older inmates in short order. The others were arraigned and released after a few days, but it wasn’t his first offense, so he had to do some time. He was pegged as the provider. He denied it, but Rita said he was probably lying. All inmates proclaim innocence out of habit if for no other reason.

Rita met him after he was subjected to a gang bang for stealing cocaine from his cellmate. His asshole required extensive reconstructive surgery. He was in the prison ward of the hospital for months where Rita was assigned as a male nurse. He was kept in the hospital indefinitely so he wouldn’t be returned in worse condition for more surgery.

That’s where Rita met him. She wasn’t entirely gay, but accepted his advances and was soon introduced to the man’s talent as a sexual submissive. Rita’s given name was Albert Glorrick at the time. His study of the sex habits of the inmates is what led to his career and identity shift. The guy admitted having sex with Rita to his doctor. One thing led to another, and the doctor offered Burt a part-time job as a sex therapist. The terrific monetary considerations and preference for gay sex led to her change of lifestyle and had her body enhanced. She left the hospital after having her breast implants. She couldn’t work in the prison ward any more, she was too provocative, caused too much trouble for the hospital. Besides, she made much more as a sex therapist.

"I suppose training me was only a job to you. Sex with me was just work, right?"

"Don’t make it sound so gruesome. We had fun, didn’t we? I am a registered nurse, and you needed one. One of Dr. Samuel’s associattes I deal with regularly recommended me. If Laura wanted to please your mom and make the transition easy for you, why find fault with it? Your mom laid out the program, not Laura. She has more power over Laura than she realizes. Laura has the money, but your mom is the real pro in their relationship. Laura will do just about anything to make your mother happy."

"So what happens next? Are you going to teach me how to seduce men, too?"

"Chill out, baby. You want to sleep with men and you know it. You didn’t get those hooters for my benefit. I already got a pair of my own. No guy will get a set of jugs just to keep his mother happy either. Your predilection to work in a jewelry department and your fear of ridicule by other guys isn’t all innocent. You may think like a guy, but deep down you wish you could be more like your mother, not your father. All I did was bring the pot to a boil, and it didn’t take much effort on my part. You were ready and willing to accept all of it. You never chased girls because you didn’t want to live like a man any more than I do. You’d rather be submissive to others. Admit it. Nothing is wrong with being submissive, if you know how not to be taken advantage of. That’s what you’ll learn next: how to maintain a degree of control you feel comfortable with in a relationship. The best place to learn that is in a finishing school, not with me. That’s where you’re headed this fall. The last part of my assignment is to prepare you for it. Fight it if you’d like, but you know you’ll love it. With a bit of luck you’ll learn how to be a perfect wife for some gay gentleman or powerful lesbian and lead a very happy life.

 

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