The Gentle Touch

by Peter Joseph

  

"I need a job" I don't have enough money to survive a fortnight. Can you help me? You must help me!"

He was a too-wide eyed and desperate for Susan to handle. She was in fact a little scared. She had not worked that long in the GentleTouch Employment Agency, so she begged for a moments grace, and transferred the problem to the boss.

Miss Sylvia Jones had been a managing owner of the GentleTouch since its inception. At this stage she was case-hardened and was beyond youthful idealism and dedication. It was daily grind and survival.

She had lived alone for much of her time; she was not short of money but was not completely happy with her domestics.

Susan was her latest live-in partner. The last one had only lasted for two months. Sylvia feared this would happen with Susan as well.

When she got home at night, Sylvia was really beyond dialogue. She only wanted a drink or two, something to eat and to get to sleep. She was fearful of losing Susan; she liked her and feared being alone at night.

"What's the problem young man" she asked. "My young associate escalated you for my attention!"

"I need a job and I need it now."

"I have $1000 dollars saved, a car I will not be able to pay-off. I have a computer, a TV and nowhere to live."

"I do not want to go back to the parish, I want OUT! I want a fresh start! Please can you help me?"

Sylvia thought to her self. 'What have we got here?' 'What an out-burst!'

Still, despite her own quiet desperation, she found this estranged young man interesting, and she was moved to offer some help.

"Well thanks for that introduction" Miss Jones said. "I want to help you and will probably be able to help you, but I need you to quieten down and tell me of your situation."

"I just can't put up with it any more. I am sick of living with a drunk, I am sick of tolerating the pedophiles. The bishop does not care about anything worthwhile and excludes those who do. I need to get out and I need this to happen immediately"

"I was driving by and saw your sign: the GentleTouch Employment. They are for me, I thought. I am here and can you find something for me. If I don't work something out, I will disintegrate. I can feel it happening!"

"Please slow down" said Sylvia. "I can't keep up with what you are saying. I know I can help you. So stop the fretting. I promise I will have somewhere for you to live tonight. So quieten down and tell me your story."

"I went to the Catholic School and when I finished High School I joined the monastery.

"That is the way in my family; I have aunts who are nuns and uncles who are priests – in my mothers' and in my father's families. I was brought up to help people, to give relief to those who are needy"

"Six years later I was ordained and then I worked in various places for ten years. Now I have had enough. I am treated like rubbish. When I have ideas, they were scoffed at. If I do something useful, it is disabled."

"Too many of the priests are too tired and mixed-up to do the work and I was cut-off because I do what they should all be doing!"

"I am not a rebel. I am just ordinary. The organization is all slogans and no action, drowning in mumbo jumbo clerical clap-trap."

"I need a job to pay my way. I don't have enough money to get a place to stay and I do not have income to pay next week's rent. I need a job. Can you help me?"

"Why don't you go home to your parents" Sylvia asked.

"My parents are dead. They met late in life and I was their only child. I have no where to go."

"I want you to relax. I have assured you that the GentleTouch will give you somewhere to stay and we will provide you with money, and I am sure we can work something out for the longer term. You have to promise me to quieten down, to calm it. Do you promise?"

"Now let me ask you a few questions so I know I have things correctly."

"How old are you?"

"I am 34."

"What training do you have?"

"I have a degree in theology!"

"What has been your experience?"

"I have devoted myself to giving comfort to the needy. I have held the hand of the dying. I have raised money for the poor, have found jobs for the unemployed, and sat with the alcoholic as they rebuilt their lives

"I have been 24/7 available for the exhausted, and those in need of respite."

"This is all very nice" said Sylvia, "what are your other more business practical skills."

"I am Microsoft certified in computers, am proficient with Cold Fusion and can create enable data bases that work on the web."

"How sheltered has your life been Pete. In some senses, could it be said that you have lived a sheltered life and have been spared experience of the world."

"I don't think that is right: I have been with people who have been bashed; I have been bashed myself. I was on the roof trying to stop him from jumping, and then I attended the family after the funeral. I once rescued a young girl from the bordellos and I have cleaned up and sat with people as they died of cancer."

"Yes that is all very rich experience, but tragically it is not experience that will get you an income."

'Are you homosexual? Are you a pedophile? Are you in a relationship with a woman?"

"No, No, NO to all of that."

"I am straight 'A' boringly normal. I am a non practicing heterosexual"

"Sounds like bullshit to me. Why are you a priest if you like women?"

"Are you scared of women? Did you run away from life? Do you think you are incapable? Why would anyone normal give up their sex life and become a priest?

"You don't understand. You are painting your world view in my picture."

"I played in the First Football at school, I could have had girlfriends."

"I joined the monastery because so many people in the world are born without a chance. I was born blessed, I wanted to share the happiness and the opportunity I had received. There must always be individuals prepared to put their lives on the line for the desolate!"

"I believed I could make a difference as a priest. I know I can, but the whole bloody organization is stacked up against you. As a celibate I could sit listen and help long after others needed to go home for their loved ones."

"So you think the organization is the enemy of its purposes" said Sylvia.

"Exactly" I said. "I have been stopped to many times. I drove out today realizing I could not afford to go back. I drove and drove and drove. Then I saw the GentleTouch and here I am. If you are what you say, you are what I need."

"Well I want to help you" said Sylvia. "So please be honest as I ask you some hard questions. Have you ever wanted to be with a man, I mean sexually.

"No I can honestly say, I have never had the slightest inclination that way!"

"Then have you ever been with a woman?

"Yes I have."

"Tell me about it!"

"She lost her husband in a freak accident. I was there for the funeral".

"I went back to the house with other well-wishers and there she was with her family clustered all around her."

"It was the way she looked at me. That is what I remember. It was a 'I am desperate, please don't leave me" look."

"What did you do?"

"I developed a routine that I would drop in and see her each week or two. We would sit and have a coffee together. Sometimes I meet her kids and take them to McDonalds after school. I thought I could support her while she filled the enormous gap that confronted her and her kids."

"Well that seems okay. What happened then."

"Six months down the line, she asked my help to trim her giant hedge. I went down there on my day off and put in the whole morning cutting that wretched thing".

"She made a nice lunch and poured me a Chardonnay or two – which I love. And we sat there idyllically in the sun. I don't know if it was the sun or the chardonnay that got to me, so she led me in to lie down and things escalated and I found myself in bed with her"

"You may laugh at this, but it was a shock and confrontation to see her empty crotch"

"What do you mean and 'empty crotch".

"There was nothing there. It was a shock to face the difference in the female artillery!"

Sylvia was laughing now. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"No. Not I did not enjoy it one bit! It was over before it started. And I felt horrible. Terribly guilty and I had to get out of there as quickly as I could. Then for a week my skin felt sweaty, my stomach was hurting. I wanted to hide from everyone and I felt I was just a big ugly lie"

"How did she handle that?"

"It was messy because she was concerned about me, and I was concerned about the damage I had done to her. So we met to talk about it and I was trying to re align the friendship. But it happened again and again."

"I felt bad about it because while she was normal and wholesome, I was the one with the strictures. I felt I was living a lie and dragging her into my mud. I could not flee because I had responsibility, but every time I tried to put it right, we throwing clothes off and into it."

"How did it resolve?"

"I was lucky. She met a bloke who was available to her all the time. They married and have added to the family."

"We exchange letters from time to time, and I know we will always be special to one another."

"So you were lucky?"

"Lucky and desolate, I have never felt more isolated and lonely in my life. But I know it was best."

"So you have had sexual experience with a woman" Sylvia stated.

"Barely"

"What do you mean barely?"

"Well I always spilt between the lip and the cup. I was too uptight to relax and let it happened. I have to get a towel to clean up her tummy. I don't know what she got out of it. I never 'got the ball in the hole'!"

Sylvia was laughing now, quite freely and I was relaxing.

"Would you have liked to live with her?"

"You bet I would. She was a great woman!"

"Then why didn't you?"

"I believed in the life I was living and in the system. At that time it would have been weakness to leave. Now six years later, it would be weakness to stay!"

"Have there been other woman."

"No way, would Daniel have gone back into the lion's den to collect his hat?"

"Did you have other opportunities?"

"Did I ever! There were hundreds of them. A celibate guy is a beacon for the lonely, the ones who want it safe and with no obligations".

"How did you handle it? Were they not attractive to you?"

"I find women astoundingly attractive. Tits drive me mad, and a nice little bum stirs my groin horribly!"

"Well how did you handle this? You describe yourself as a walking tinder box!"

"This is pretty crude, but when I found a woman irresistible, I withdraw and search for her flaws. I then dwell on those flaws and keep them before my attention as I dealt with her. Then I would go for a long hard run. I always worked late. That is how I became proficient with the computer."

"I could not allow myself to go sweetly to slumber and be exposed where demons stork. When I hit the pillow at night, my lights went out quickly. The alarm was always an abuse because it pulled me from sleep before I was ready."

"I can't see why you did not just let it happen. Surely people have a right to mingle. You can't think of yourself as a stalking fiend preying and exploiting. You are obviously not that!"

"I don't want to harm anyone. I am suspicious of myself because my role gave me special opportunity for good and for harm. When I failed I found that I no restraint, and no self control whatsoever."

"Now you want to leave. How will you act with women? Maybe they won't find you to be so attractive. Can you continue to keep drawing yourself apart from the other half of humanity?"

"I don't know. I really don't know. I think I am a bit of a wreck. I fear that if my Dam Walls breaches, I will be buggered."

"Now tell me Pete" said Sylvia looking deeply into my eyes. "Are you sure you want Out! Are you ready to be Out! Would you not be better seeking help from within the Church?"

"No that is impossible. They have asylums for religious: the Madder treating the mad, and all getting worse. I can't go back. I won't go back. I think I would rather drive my car into the bridge pylon!"

"Well let's take stock Pete. What do you own, and how will you gather your possessions."

"I have $1000 in a bank account. I have a computer, a television, a DVD player, an alarm and a CD player.

"What of your car?"

"I am paying it off to the diocese. I would not have owned it for years. I will need to hand it in.

"What clothes do you have?

"I have a week's supply of shirts, and underwear. A sports coat, two ties, a pair or togs a jumper and two pairs of shorts. I have thongs, two pairs of shoes and some runners"

"That is not much. It won't be hard to move. Why don't you go and take your car back. I will follow you in my car. Get your things, put them in my car. Leave the alarm behind, you won't be need it."

"I am going to ask you to sign a contract with the GentleTouch. I will type it out, and you can sign it. I offer you the use of our company flat free of charge, we will utilize your computer skills and we will pay you $500 per week. I want you to submit yourself to our physician Dr Maria, who is a part owner of the GentleTouch. I ask you to let go and allow us to be in control for the next three months. I extend this offer unequivocally and at the end of the period, we will help you discover a regular work."

I signed the document. Sylvia took a frame from her drawer and put the document in the frame.

"I am going to hang this near the door of your room Peter. This is our contract and you must keep your part or we cannot work together?"

Pete knew he was agitated as he loaded his possessions in Sylvia's car. He did it so quickly because he did not want to be seen, and thankfully no one was there. He heard Sylvia talking with Dr Maria and was comforted that they were there to help him.

Dr Maria was waiting for me when I reached Sylvia's house. The GentleTouch accommodation was an apartment attached to Sylvia's house.

Dr Maria gave me a complete strip-down medical and prodded and felt and measured me in all parts and kept recording what the answers I provided.

Dr Maria gave me a concoction to drink. She explained that I would need to drink it six times a day for the next month or two.

She then proceeded to administer a general anesthetic so she could relax my tension and assess me comprehensively. She warned me that she intended to shoot tiny microchips into my body's tension centres to help leach stress from my body.

She told me that I would awake in about an hour and that I might be rather drowsy for the coming days. She told me that she would be applying a moisturizer to my body that would remove hair from my chest and arms. It was a soothing substance, she explained designed to quieten and for soothing and smoothing had to exist on the outside if it was to get to the heart.

I was pleased to submit to everything she said, and told her of the contract I had signed with Sylvia.

"You are badly over-wound Pete. You have come here in the nick of time. You will need to take it pretty easy for the next few months."

She warned me of possible of the concoction having side effects, but promised that she would monitor closely and compensate the mixture quickly when need arose.

She told me that for the next month or so I would sleep a great deal and that it was likely that I would not need to shave while under this intense treatment.

Sylvia was there when I awoke.

She gave me my concoction and led me gently down to the pool where Susan had our evening meal ready.

"Join me in the pool" called Susan. "Just drop that dreadful hospital smock. Look Sylvia is stripping off, we always swim naked"

"Do it Pete. You know the contract. Susan had a dreamy chardonnay on the other side waiting for you Pete" said Sylvia.

"Don't worry Pete. You are too woozy to be interested in us, and are dykes. Just let it all hang out and raise the mind above the flesh!"

"I did what I was told, and was embarrassed to have an enormous erection as I got in the pool."

I sucked heartily on the chardonnay and then some more. I wanted to retreat from the sharp awakening entering the cool pool water had given me.

The chardonnay was a loyal servant and soon I was oblivious to many breasts adjacent to me.

Sylvia said she knew it would be a shock to be confronted with the female body. 'But you have to face the new world, Pete'.

"Have a good look" said Sylvia and Susan spread her legs before my face. I had to force myself to look closely at the sight and then touch what I saw.

"I am exactly like your mother was Pete" said Susan, "along with the other half of the species. Look as long and as often as you like. And don't be embarrassed at your erection. It comes from shock and is normal and it will happen from time to time. So let it be,"

It was almost unbelievable to me that I was in a pool with naked women. I closed my eyes and adjusted myself. This is my new life. I have to let go!

We talked about the day and the weather and we nibbled at the food on pool's edge.

I found, to my surprise, that I was relaxing.

When we got out of the water for the main course Susan handed me a dark blue Shift.

"Wear this Pete. It is the most comfortable thing to wear when you are in and out of the pool. It will dry on you. It is feminine, but who cares. We have been naked anyway. We must go for ease and comfort at this point."

With the chardonnay lubricant I slipped this light frock over my body. I did not care all that much.

Perhaps it was funny sitting there wearing a dress and it also felt strange being hairless on face, legs, arms and chest. 'What the hell' I thought "I have to let go!"

I had another concoction after dinner, then we were back in the water until it was too dark to see the ball we were tossing round.

They took me to my bed, each kissed me on the cheek and they went off arm in arm to their own.

"Thank you for everything" I called out.

My room was soft and feminine and the sheets were silken and the mattress soft. The bed was equipped with a slight vibration to calm my restlessness.

I did not wake up until the morning was half over. It was Dr Maria who shook gently shook my shoulder to wake me up.

"I gave you a check up while you were asleep. She handed me the concoction and bid me to put on a fresh Shift as she led me through a regime I was to follow."

"Sylvia told me you wore the Shift last night. I was so pleased that you did so. It is the most relaxing garment and you need to take on a little bit of the feminine to give harmony to your soul."

Maria showed me how Sylvia had rigged up the harness in the plunge pool. It was necessary, she said to maintain the strength in my body. She showed how I could climb into the harness and swim. She told me that I should gradually build up, so I did an hour's swimming a day.

"Keep in mind that the concoction you drink will give you lethargy. So you need to push yourself do this exercise."

"I want you also to do some special stretching exercises. These do not have the intention of strength. The are to make you subtle. You could return to this exercise machine several times a day. You will find you will loosen up in the hips, shoulders chest and upper legs"

"Sylvia has provided you with an ample supply of Shifts in your cupboard. Susan says they wash easily so change them often. They are light and aerie and I think it would even be best if you did not wear anything, even underwear in these early days.

"We got to you just in time Pete. You could have ended in an asylum the way you were over stressed. There, I don't know what would have happened to you."

Maria gave me the logins for the computer. She showed me the imaged correspondence invoices etc of GentleTouch and explained briefly what Sylvia wanted me to do.

"Just familiarize yourself, Sylvia will show you more later. She wants you to work on the charges we make for modeling and other services. The girls fax in a day sheets or send it via email. Sylvia would like all entry to be on-line and even via cell phone"

I was actually enlivened by this work because I could see no difficulty taking this data straight into the QuickBooks accounting program Sylvia used and aligning it with Invoicing, Receipting and Direct Debit payments.

While we were eating our lunch, I asked Maria the employment speciality of the GentleTouch Agency .

"It is a modeling agency!"

I started to laugh. "No wonder Susan and Sylvia thought I was loopy" I exclaimed. "I came in like a rat-bag demanding work from a modeling agency!"

Maria enjoyed my mirth and kissing me on the cheek said. "As I said, you should take it easy my beauty. You have pushed yourself too hard for too long, you must long for softness!"

"Tell me Pete. How did you handle it last night swimming with naked woman? This would be a new experience for you!"

"It was a big shock until Dr Chardonnay came to the rescue. But then it did not matter. I have to learn to live with the other half of humanity."

"They were both very sensitive and encouraged me to look closely at what was different. It was educational and as time went I did not feel threatened in any way."

"Susan spread her legs told me to see what my mother looked like. I found it comfortable for us to relax together"

"You have come a long way already Pete. Your masculinity is not challenged by wearing that dress. How are you managing the adjustment?"

"I was stuffed Maria. I have to let go and let someone else manage. It is my only chance."

"Nothing matters that much" Maria said. 'Perhaps you were too focused on sex, the problem of the celibate! Like an Alcoholic Anonymous member, you are 100% focused on not-sex, and this is tragic because it drags sex out of its context".

When Maria was off, I did a bit of work on the imaged documents and laid some foundations for the data base.

I did a session in the pool. It was clear it would take a long time before I could swim for an hour. I did a few quick efforts on the exercise machine and then I fell asleep

It was Susan who woke me. Come Pete. Were in the pool and your drink is getting warm.

Half asleep I walked down and got into the pool still wearing the Shift.

"Gee Pete. You are a drip. But I have a clean one for you" said Sylvia.

"But you looked so nice in that dark blue Slip Pete" said Susan. I am make some more for you in those darker colours."

The days were a bit of a daze for me. They followed one after the other, and then came the weeks.

I had a strange existence. Half dopy for most of the time and asleep for the rest!

Surprisingly I was getting somewhere with the data base and the nightly frolic in the water and the pool-side meal and chat was always a joy.

Other nights, when it was colder, I was given a cardigan and we watched a video. I was always relaxed in their company. I could feel better all over, my face, complexion and skin were smooth and had nothing of the tension that once showed.

I was now swimming for more than an hour each day and I felt strong and I felt gentle. I knew that is what Maria wanted in me.

I think life was good for Sylvia as well. I suspect my being there was a helpful diversion for she and Susan and Maria seemed to enjoy me as well. We were all having a happy time!

I was thinking that this was the first time in my life when I was relaxed and laughing a lot. I was getting plenty of sleep, I enjoyed the company and I was not all bound up by thoughts of sex. My bungalow as a delight and I enjoyed the food.

I loved the colour and the softness of the clothes Susan provided me. It was a healthy and balanced life. I needed to convince myself not to worry of what would happen when the three months were up!"

Dr Maria saw me twice a week. She got me to do daily urine tests and kept altering the concoction so it best tailored my needs

"She was massaging my chest and saying, I can't help admiring the texture of your skin Pete, Where once you were taunt and pressured, now you are tender and soothing. You make great progress."

I confessed to her that I felt less anxious and more useful than ever before in my life.

She again asked me about my sexual urgings. She apologized for bringing it up again, saying that wonderings in the sexual arena gave indication of how life was falling into place.

I told her that I was resisting the temptation to worry about what would happen when the three months were up.

I told her that sometimes I thought I would like someone to hold me and love me. But the closeness I felt Sylvia and Susan was wonderful. I told her that I was not having any sexual dreams or emissions at night.

"Did you have trouble with orgasms in your sleep before."

"Yes, periodically it would happen. Especially when the tensions had built up. It is a normal enough condition for a celibate anyway for the body to have a good old blow out. I would dream that some woman or some breasts would press up against me and I would blow so hard it would wake me up.

"Of course in my uptight life, I worried about it, and questioned myself that it might not have been involuntary."

"Always 'women pressing against you' you say"

"Yes Maria. I realized early, that like all blokes, I was programmed to be mad about tits and bums. So when the eruption was imminent, these images flooded to mind."

"You don't think about tits and bums now Pete. Tell me truthfully, do you ever dream sexually now?

"In confidence Mara there have been a few times of late when I have dreamed of a man with a very big and very hard penis coming after me."

"How do you handle that."

"I wake up."

"How do you manage to wake up? I have never heard of such a thing!"

"I just do Maria. I get out of there. This is what I have always done. I did it in life and I can do it in my dreams. When it could be out of control, I get out!"

Maria always examined me very closely. She always took a swag of measurements and prodded and peered in every orifice.

On this occasion she told me that nearing the time when I should venture beyond the security of the GentleTouch. She told me that Sylvia had a plan that we could all here during the pool frolic tonight.

Sylvia announced that she would like to take me with them to the fancy dress party of her Lesbian action group.

I was a bit nervous about that but Susan and Maria explained that we would go in a collective theme with Sylvia being the Madame Mistress and Susan myself and Maria being the female sex slaves

"They would throw me out I said. I could not pass as a woman."

"Now just one minute said Susan appearing back with a bra.

Let me put this on you Pete. I picked it up the other day, it is a vamp's version of a kids training bra, designed to uplift and create something out of nothing.

She strapped it on and did the adjustments and I was surprised by what I saw.

She then strapped on a little mini dress and ushered me to the mirror.

"Voilà."

"Fuck me" I said, apologizing immediately for my crudity. "I think I could pass."

"Exactly right" said Sylvia if we can keep you away from the gropers, you would pass. We will have to do something with our hair and nails. Then I think you will pass muster!

They were all jumping around with joy and Susan and Maria started to plan what they would wear. They thought mini skirts, low cut blouses and sheer stockings were the thing.

"Shit" I said, apologizing once again for my crudity, "Low cut, I will have to show all to convince I have something..

'No" said Maria. "You start wearing that cute little bra each day for the next two week and it will train your body to be comfortable with the shape and will produce a little more breast for you"

"I am going to start work on your nails now" said Sylvia. "You have always been a wild man, and they need to be controlled trimmed, and shaped before I dare apply paint."

"And your hair needs shaping also Pete. It was in desperate need of shaping when I first met you as the mad man, and now a touch of colour would help."

Well I want some fun also, said Maria. "I might drop in each day and start preparing you for the make up. I will need to work on your eye brows and lashes. Once again, nothing will be easy taming this wildman."

"What will you wear Sylvia" Maria asked.

"I am working on it. Could you help me Pete? Could you put on the clothes so we can all confer and decide what is best."

A swarm descended on me as I put on one outfit after another and my face was painted and my nails were trimmed. It took for ever as they haggled and negotiated what Sylvia was to wear.

Thankfully Dr Chardonnay was there and I was once removed from their salacious shrieks of delight as prepared me to be the 'tits and bum' attraction of the year.

I did not feel very comfortable about going to the ball. But over the next couple of weeks they all did the things to get me ready. When the time going, I knew I looked nice. And do you know, I was enjoying it!

I started to look forward to going out and because it was an all lesbian affair, it did not pose too much of a threat for me.

Sylvia looked magnificent as the Mistress. She was haughty and fearsome as she ruthlessly barked orders and Susan, Maria and I scurried to obey.

The girls at the ball were great fun and no one bothered to check my credentials. Susan shot me a double scotch before we left home and another in the car. So I was well oiled before the Chardonnay started to flow.

I lost my equinity rather quickly and my memory of what was happening shortly thereafter.

When I awoke next morning I remembered something about bras being taken off. And I remember someone at sometime sucking my breasts.

I awoke straddled across Sylvia and Susan's Queen sized bed. The three of us lay there, and Maria had rolled off and was sleeping on the floor.

"What a night" said Susan?

"What a Head" said I. "To how many people do I need to extend apologies? I do remember being outrageous."

"You don't remember half of it Pete, but you were not outrageous" said Maria. "You had a lot of fun and you gave a lot of fun. People recognized you for what you were and they responded to you. Everyone loved you and they kept talking about the-thirty-something with the sweet little tits.

"They feel so sore today" I said.

"No wonder" said Susan, for most of the night someone or two was sucking on them, and you were undoing bras, spilling your drink and laughing outrageously. You told me you were a tits and bum bloke. You showed that last night. You were in to everyone's business. And they were in to you. Do you know you finished up dancing topless on a table? It was a scream – those sweet little tits"

"Hell" I said. "I did not know I could be topless. I did not know they would show without the bra giving the form."

"They danced with the music Pete. They were Jingling up and down and round and round. Not a big circuit, mind you. But cute nonetheless"

"You kept kissing your lipstick off Pete, and were calling out to me" said Maria. "More lipstick Maria, I want to be a proper woman!"

"Shit" I said. "Thank God I was drunk. I would have been mortified if I knew what I was doing."

"There is some loving fun coming out of you Pete. You were in the spirit of the party. Next time you may not need to be drunk!"

"Come. All Up" said Maria. "Into the Pool"

We splashed and laughed around, heavy head but light hearted.

"Time to go Girls" said Susan.

And putting on my ever faithful blue shift. Susan could see that my nipples were a bit sore.

"You are going to have to keep wear that bra for a couple of days Pete. You need the protection and support."

I looked down. "For heaven's sake" I said. I do have cute tits, look, I almost have a cleavage!"

"Wow" said Maria. I am going to have to adjust that concoction. I neglected your urine results while we were getting ready for the party. I will fix that for you Pete"

We had a shrieking breakfast as we talked about what went on – most of which was news to me.

"Why didn't you pick someone up last night" asked Sylvia. "You were really the star of the night. Everyone loved you. Surely even through your stupor, you would have known that."

"I did not want to exploit the moment and take advantage of a trusting soul. I can't give commitment but I can give disappointment"

"Oh what bullshit" said Susan. "You have to get over that stuff. Parties are about risk. Everyone knows that. You can't measure up all of the implications breathe. Responsible communication is conducted by participation, not absence."

"We are adults" said Maria "and communication is consensual and without it we could not have existed and could not survive. Communication is about openness to risk, your opinion and perhaps your rump.".

"Well sorry, I can't escape being what I am".

"Well you sure kissed the girls and made them cry last night! Kissed them, fondled their bodices, tapped them bums. I watched you, I heard you: 'shit you are attractive.' 'Your tits drive me insane'. You made everyone feel good Pete, and you felt them real good too!"

I was thankful when Sylvia bid us to be ready to leave, I was getting a hammering. But we were all laughing madly as well. Apparently there had been a commitment for us to go to the Folk Club. Everyone there will be seedy from the night before, but I expected it would be nice to listen to the music, especially so as we were mellow from the alcohol.

I told Sylvia I was a bit diffident about going. I worried about my behavior last night, and I was not especially keen to dress up again as woman. But Sylvia insisted and fitted me with a yellow T-Shirt and white shorts. My little tits were wrapped in this special bra and jutted out noticeably, so Maria gave me a ribbon for my hair and applied a tad of lipstick so I would blend better in the crowd.

We sat eating coffee and donuts and I found myself relaxing. I loved the singing and when our friend Beth called for a volunteer I jumped up and did a harmony for 'Love me tender' while she strummed the guitar. We ended it with a little kiss, and I mimicked my behavior of the night before, reaching over to fondle her breasts. Everyone laughed uncontrollably.

I apologized when we sat down, for it was a little disarming to discover that there was such an impetuous dimension to my mimicry. I feared I was the suppressed groper escaped from the cupboard.

Beth said "and don't worry about feeling me up. You were great last night and it was wonderful to receive your compliment. Wish I was as free"

"Be my guest" I said at which Beth leant over and held my little sore moulds in her hand. "They are very sweet my dear, let's leave so you can come back to my place for a while. Let me show you my view. Let's have some fun and I can drop you off at Sylvia's later.

"Why not", I said. "I am committed to living dangerously!"

Sylvia who was listening said, "Good on you Pete. You need to sing 'Love me Tender' and loosen up some of those chords

"Let me fix your lipstick honey" said Maria. "you will want to be a proper woman"

Beth's place was high above the water. It had a lovely spa on the balcony and a nice cool breeze blowing through the living room.

"Could I tempt you with a vodka and lemon my sweetness" she said as she tapped me on the bum

"Oh yes please" I said, responding as much to the friendly little pat.

When we were relaxing sipping she turned to me and said, you are just so delectable Pete. You have such a tidy face a lovely bum and a wonderfully contained bust line.

"My, thank you" I said. "Everyone is so kind to me and thank you for saying that. I am actually a bit of a misfit in life and you are kind to be giving me your attention. You are so well read, so accomplished and so witty. I is a great pleasure that you accept me as your friend.

"You are a sweet girl Pete. Throw that drink down and let me take you somewhere where I can pay homage to your sweetness"

"I fear I will be disappointed Beth. I am confused at what is happening in my life at present and I am a little lost.

"I am sure you won't disappoint Pete. I don't think you will even surprise me. Come my dear" she said. And then taking me by the hand she took me to her darkened bedroom, where the blinds were drawn, the air conditioner was on and a small candle dancing to the soft music.

When the door clicked, she kissed me gently on the lips and then slid her hand up my back and un hitched my bra, and helped me ease the T-shirt over my head.

"Oh my God they are so sweet, so gently budding."

She reached down and ran her tongue around my nipples and I gave a little cry of delight as the waves danced through my body.

"I am so pleased you like that dear. Do you like my having your breasts in my hands"

"It is so soothing" I said. "I could melt away"

I felt her hand slide down and undo the clasps on my shorts and as they dropped to the ground I protested meekly with a 'No, No" I was poised in silence waiting for her reaction. I wondered if she would order me out

"Oh you poor little dear" she said. "they have morphed you, and I understand you did not have a clue that it was going on. You poor sweet thing."

"Have you been with someone before?"

"No I haven't" I said.

"Well just relax honey. We belong to one another for this time, and let us relish the gift."

With that she started licking and kissing around my nipples and I began writhing in delight.

"Your skin is so soft smooth and malleable. It almost makes me want to cry."

"They should have told you what they were doing. It is not right"

Then she held me tenderly and began kissing me all over. How gentle it was and I felt an eternity was present and time was still. I found myself uttering little shrieks of joy and I was shaking all over."

I felt detonations north and south, east and west and to my surprise I was not about to erupt. I was alive in the genitals, but not ready to go over the top.

"This is so sweet" she said, as she straddled and began to lower herself on what my rather undernourished penis.

She began to rock slowly on me and I started to experience staccato orgasm. They were occurring in part of my crotch that I did not know I had. I was going and going and going. And I began sighing and then screeching

She began crying out as well as her movements became more emphatic, sucking on me, I began to match her and pump so my little penis could speak. I had to use all my athleticism to get it over the top and then I came, and came and came. This was the big one. I spurted and spurted and spurted in her. And she sat their poised. She was feeling and embracing each and every spurt I could muster.

She kept say "oh, Oh, OH dear. This is amazing. And when I had finished spurting, she flopped beside me and we both quickly surrendered to sleep...

When I awoke she had a cool towel on my forehead.

"You poor dear girl. Sylvia and the Maria should not have done this to you. And you did not have a clue that it was happening."

Don't tell me your story, but believe me, I am on your side. We will go and talk to Sylvia and Maria. They will come clean. They are not bad people. I know they can reverse it and they will when you ask them to."

"How did it happen that you did not know?"

"I was terrible run down when I came to them. I was breaking apart. They have treated me so well. Everything they have done has been to rob me of my tension and free me."

"The concoction I have been drinking, the microchips implanted have given me softness inside and outside. They have taken away to tension in which I was bound."

"I must have been a fool, but I did not know I was developing breasts until this morning. I thought it was all the relaxation therapy, the softening and the absence of hair on my chest.

"But there must have been massive changes elsewhere. Your hips and bottom and so obviously female now and you know the changes have begun in the delta region. Give me your hand. You will notice that your sack is retreating into your body, your balls are all but subsumed. You can feel in incipient hole developing behind the sack Pete. It will commandeer your penis Pete, which has obviously contracted a great deal."

"How come you did not notice? My flat has no mirrors, and I have worn women's clothes ever since I came to the GentleTouch. I am not funny. I was told it was the best garment to wear as I was de-stressed."

"Every night I was swimming naked with Sylvia and Susan. I was always so conscious of their voluptuousness to notice subtle changes occurring in my body."

"Would you have chosen this, Pete"

"There was no way in hell that I would have consented to this"

"Then you have been violated, Pete. But you had the right to know what they were doing. You must demand to be restored. They will respect your wishes."

"Let me assure you that no one in the community knows of this. I had my suspicions last night. You were too free and uncluttered and your skin is just so creamy perfect. I knew something was different about you"

"Your sweet breasts will be enlarging by the day Pete. You can expect to be like the other girls in a week or so."

"Your delta is also well advanced Pete and will soon be ready to welcome your special friends."

"Oh my God, I was telling Marie the other day how I have had dreams of a man with an engorged penis approaching me. The changes have happened in my head as well!"

"This is a massive change. You must demand a reversal. You need to work through issues before you allow this to happen to you."

"Good Pete", Beth said. "I will come and support you. Now don't you worry honey. Everything is changeable. Let's get you in the shower and we can go back and talk to Sylvia and start things happening"

I was feeling so lost and dismayed that in the shower I just fell into her arms and sobbed profusely. The warm water coursed over both of us, and I could feel her hand soaping my back and prying my buttock, then my breasts and then once more exploring the little hole.

"Do you like that Honey?"

"I do somewhat" I said "It is a new sensation"

Then I just leant against the shower wall as she lathered me all over with skin moisturizer.

She massaged my face and my scalp and all the time I sobbed, sometimes quietly.

Beth led me from the shower, enveloping me in an incredibly big and soft pink towel. She bid me to sit down.

"You poor sweet girl, don't you worry about anything. I am sure we can fix it up. In six to eight weeks you will be as muscular as ever you were."

I watched her as she dried and groomed my hair. Then she very carefully did my eyes and finished my face off with a rich red lipstick.

I have just the thing for you to wear my sweet, as she fitted me into a wonderfully soft silk bra that made my breasts look absolutely beautiful. She slipped me into matching silk shorts which felt so delicious.

"Put your arms up Pete" she said, and pulled a red dress down, zipped it up the back. It perfectly matched my lipstick and it made my whole figure look stunning. You must wear stockings Pete and always wear heels. They make the legs resplendent

"I bet you have never worn a full dress before!"

"No I have not"

"Just look at your bum Pete. It will stop the traffic. You have a gorgeous figure"

I was surprised to see myself looking like that. "Wow" I said. The dress gave me form I did not know I possessed and it made the best my breasts.

How could this have all happened: I asked myself.

"Do they feel good Honey?"

"It is all too much," that is all I could say.

"Well let's go Pete. We will have you back as a normal male in no time, and I will invite you back here.

She then took me by the hand and led me to the elevator. I was a bit nervous stepping out, but she assured me that I looked elegant. She introduced me to friends in the foyer. I was her niece Pete who had just come down from the country.

"You should have come down forty years ago" said one old gent with a wry smile.

Arriving back home, we found at Sylvia Susan and Maria enjoying a red wine sitting around the kitchen table.

Sylvia gasped with delight when she beheld me. And with overflowing with awe, said "Oh my God. Look at this angel descending on us. What a transformation. I can't believe it! Have you ever seen anything more beautiful Maria?"

Maria, Susan and Sylvia all descended on me hugging and kissing me and Beth joined in as well. I felt very loved.

"Sylvia," Beth said. "I think you may owe Pete and apology. I don't think she was aware of what you have been doing to her."

"In fact she did not have a clue what was going on until I explained it to her. She is still in shock and I think you should offer to reverse what you have done to her"

"Of course we can reverse it. And we will do whatever she asks. We could commence the reversal course tomorrow" said Maria.

"Do you think that was fair Sylvia, Maria?"

"No Beth, the way you put it, it was not fair."

"We made a judgment Beth. While Pete was loading my car with his possessions, Maria and I were conferring. We felt that we had to act quickly and decisively or Pete would have broken up irretrievably."

Of course I could not give the option to her. She had enough anxiety. She needed soothing, and gentling and love…. And this we have given her, in full measure. Look at her now. She radiates beauty and love!"

Maria piped in there: "Pete when I first met you in this room, you were a horrible mess. For heavens sake, you came to the GentleTouch a modeling agency, demanding a job."

I could not over-state the dangerous state of your psychological balance Pete. I had to do something radical to gentle you, soften you up, open you up for love, and let you know that you are desirable and beautiful."

"Had I not acted Pete, you would have busted up and I doubt if anyone could have put you together again."

"You had an irretrievable quixotic attitude to women Pete. And as a man you were a walled in castle - no way in, no way out.

"You had screwed up with 'I must not touch' values"

But with our concoction, you began immediately to gentle. Within hours you were splashing naked with two women in the pool. We have watched you soften inside and smooth outside. We were all breathless as your body rounded and the mounds of your breasts started to form. Breathless and titillated Pete! We were amazed by the transformation."

"How wonderful it was when Susan produced that bra and allowed you to see you what we had long been admiring."

What a mind blowing revelation it is to see this apparition today. Look at you, the sight of you makes my body want to explode with joy."

"We knew you were oblivious to what was happening. We did not know how it was going to end. But something was happening because at the party you started to let go and reach-out to touch the ladies. I saw your delight as they touched you in return. We knew something good was happening. And then you dared to go home with Beth we knew that you would find yourself – you who had always parked your head a long way from your body."

"How sad you were before. You were like an absentee landlord ruling yourself. You could not respond to the women you met – you ruled yourself rigorously from afar.

"You have found yourself Pete. We all come to discover ourselves writhing with our best friends. Something beautiful has obviously happened happen in your life. And clearly the voices that condemned are no longer there."

"Now is the trial Pete, the veil of obliviousness has lifted. You are in a real world and it is a mystery, a mystery for all of us. Whatever you decide, you must keep walking!"

"We have made you into a woman, a beautiful woman Pete, because you were too cleaved as a man and needed help to reach across the gender gap embrace humanity."

"Everything you have said so lucidly is correct Maria" said Beth. "And I believe Pete has achieved a unity in her soul. But in a sense she has been violated and is now caste a drift in a gender for which she has had no preparation. She is beautiful and she is desirable, but what happens next!"

"Pete, it is your call" said Sylvia.
"We can change you back - and we will continue to support you. Or you can proceed. We love you anyway"

 

"Maria tells me that in a month the changes will be sufficient for you to begin some modeling. You have such poise and balance, that you would be an immediate success."

"We have kept you in an all female environment so far Pete. You will need to venture further and my models are in demand 24/7 beyond the catwalks, and they earn big money giving kindness to tired and lonely."

"I believe you have the care in your heart to work in this arena Pete. You are a giving person and you will be much appreciated. The world is your oyster Pete!"

I did not know what to say or think. I had cried myself out at Beth's place. I looked around at these loving sets of eyes. I knew I was safe.

"I am sorry I can't match the eloquence I hear. My catharsis has been disorientating. And I am out of breathe after the seismic experience Beth shepherded. "

"I have loved this time with you all, but I am worried. If the world is my oyster – how in the fuck will I cope when clam digger seeking my pearl."

Susan led the others in laughter. "Am I hearing you right Pete. Are you worried by the prospect of some guy with a big prick descending on you?"

"Bit crude Susan," said Beth. "But honey, is that your fear? Not long ago you were clam digging my oyster. I tell you, it felt good!"

"Did you like it when I savored and explored your body? I know you did for I heard your tremors."

"You are caught between genders honey, with the memory of tits and bums. But we woman dream of the engorged penis. You are caught mid morph Honey! We all learn the delight in opening up the pearly gates to let a steamer to sail through. Give yourself time Honey. Take in some good ones, and then tell us what you think"

" Let me ask" intruded Susan "Did you enjoyed yourself with Beth, 'Love me Tender' and all that. Was it good? Were you glad it happened"

With a smile I said "Could not be gladder."

"I found it magnificent Pete" said Beth. I felt so appreciated and loved. From our harmony at the club, to the cantata in my bedroom, I felt savored and loved. Meeting you is an antidote to despair. Your virginal touch was exquisite and your love and care will be a memory to support me forever."

"Might I also confess Pete, dressing you in these lovely clothes was so utterly sexually scintillating and so right. I experienced the tail end of your thrust as a man, it was just so right to have a hand in your preparation as a woman, and as I said, ever so sexy"

"Oh Yes" said Sylvia. "this whole experience has been one of wet underwear for all of us Pete."

"I treasure the time you slipped naked into the pool with us. I almost blew and orgasm when you put on that beautiful blue Shift.

"We loved watching your chest soften and slowly mound in to breasts"

I was enraptured when Susan first put the bra on you so you could discover what we had been ecstatic about for weeks"

"We are all wet down there now Pete" said Susan, "to see you standing here in such finery poised to take the final step. It is all most too much for my pelvic region to contain."

"I am sure you will do better as one of us" said Maria. "I think it is time now for your next concoction Pete. Let me give you two lots so we can quicken the conclusion of this process."

She handed it to me and I looked around at the expectant eyes, all beaming at me.

"Well, down the hatch" I said and as I drank the second glass, I felt it dribble from the corner of my mount, and down my chest and to where else, I did not care!"

  

  

  

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