The Godmother

by Jennifer White

 

Paul was on top of the world. He felt like the most powerful man in the country. He had just single-handedly brought down one of the most powerful men in the country, the Don of the most influential crime family in New York. Paul had been a lowly manager of a restaurant, where he happened to overhear a conversation, where Don Andolini ordered a series of hits on members of a rival crime family. He had set up his office to allow him access to hear and see the workers in their private conversations. Little did the Don know that the orders he gave in the hallway were all clearly heard by Paul.

Now Don Andolini was heading to jail for the rest of his life, and Paul was on top of the world. Because of *him*, the once-powerful Don was now going to be a mere prisoner, locked up forever. Meanwhile, Paul would enter the witness relocation program, gaining a new identity, getting a new home (he had requested a city with warm weather). He would get a monthly payment from the government, a new house (which was fully paid for). He wouldn't even have to work again! He could just sit back, play golf, and enjoy life.

 

The men in dark suits, wearing sunglasses (even indoors) quickly escorted Paul to a waiting limo. There were three identical limos waiting, so anyone trying to follow him would have a hard time guessing the correct car. Precautions were needed. Now that he had testified against a Don, there would already be a contract out on his life. If Paul wasn't careful, he'd be dead before he even reached the airport.

Paul smiled, but the men escorting him didn't speak. They didn't move. Conversation would be a distraction to them, and they could not afford distractions. He drank a beer, as he was driven off to a low gray building in the industrial part of town. The limo drive into the loading bay, and the door was closed behind him. The men escorted him into an office, where a beautiful woman was seated at a desk.

"Hello Paul, I am Special Agent Connie Malone. You can call me Connie."

"Nice to meet you" said Paul, as he stared at her perfect body, her long black hair, her impeccable attire, not to mention the sexy stiletto shoes she wore on her feet. Her legs were long, her skirt tight, and the jacket she wore couldn't conceal the fact that she was quite busty. Paul was smitten.

 

"Our city and our country owe a deep gratitude to you for what you have done" she said.

"Thank you" said Paul.

"And now it is time for you to enter the program."

"I can't wait!" said Paul. "Tomorrow at this time, I'll be basking by the pool, sipping a tropical drink, watching the girls in bikinis walk by."

"No" said Connie.

"No?"

"Not if you want to live to see the sunset tomorrow."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it Paul. Every hitman in the country has a picture of your face now. With the internet, your photo is all over the world by now. There is no place you can go where you won't be recognized. If you go and hang out by the pool, you'll be seen. And then, you'll be dead."

 

Paul was in shock. He didn't want to live like that, never being able to go out in public! What was the fun of being in the tropical sun, if he had to hide indoors all day? How would he ever meet women? How would he ever had a good time, if he was stuck indoors all the time?

"And it gets worse" said Connie.

"Worse?" said Paul.

"Much worse. Just think about it. Every time a car stops on the street or turns around in your driveway, you're going to feel real fear, that the hitmen are coming. Every creak of a board in your house, every time a window rattles, or every time the wind makes a branch fall on your roof, you'll feel it in the pit of your stomach."

"No..." said Paul.

"If you do go outside, with every stare you get, you'll wonder if it is someone that will ID you. If you try to pick up a woman at a bar, and she says yes, is she trying to set you up for a hit? If you order food at a restaurant, or if you order a pizza to be delivered, is it poisoned? Are they about to get you?"

Paul swallowed hard.

"I've seen this many times before. Your life will get to the point where you'll be afraid to keep the TV on, because the noise might hide the killers. The stress will get to you, and your life will end prematurely. It isn't much of a way to live."

 

Paul was beyond words. This was terrible! This wasn't what he wanted for his life!

"Now that you are a wanted man, you can never show your face again. Your life as you know it is over."

"What am I going to do?" asked Paul, desperate for some reassurance.

 

"There is a way" said Connie. "A way to put you into deep cover, so that nobody would ever find you. But I'm sure you wouldn't go for it. No, never mind that idea."

"No, tell me" said Paul.

"I'm sure you'll just say 'no', so it's not worth it" said Connie.

""Please tell me!!!" pled Paul. "What can I do?"

 

Connie took a deep breath.

"This is a way we can hide you, so that nobody will ever find you, and so that you can life a normal life. You'll be able to go to the store, go to a restaurant, or go on a date. We can make you invisible to the hitmen."

"How can you do that??!!!" said Paul.

"We can change you, so that you become something other than what they're looking for."

"And what's that?"

"We can make you a woman."

 

Paul didn't respond. He didn't even blink. Surely, he hadn't heard her correctly. A woman?

"Yes Paul. We can turn you into a woman. Plastic surgery. Hormones. Breast implants. Penis removal. The whole works. When we get done with you, you will *be* a woman. And then, you will be free to live a full and happy life."

 

Paul felt a twinge between his legs. He didn't want to be a woman! He didn't want to have breast implants! He didn't want to take female hormones! And most of all, he didn't want to loose what he had between his legs!

"See? I knew you wouldn't go for it" sighed Connie. "Forget I brought it up. We'll just get your processed, and send you off to your new home. For your sake, I hope you live long enough to enjoy your new life."

 

What a terrible choice he was faced with! Life a fun life, and surely be dead in a few days. Life the life of a recluse, and be in constant fear for all his days. Or life a free life, but as a woman!

 

There was no way he could go with the first option. He didn't want to die. What good was everything if he was to loose his life? So it was down to options two or three. He imagined what it would be like, living as a recluse, with no social contact. He couldn't imagine becoming a paranoid recluse, jumping at shadows. He needed to live!

And so, as horrible as it was, that left him with only one choice. A terrible choice. Something which was beyond the worst nightmares of any man. He was going to have to become a woman.

 

"I.... I'll do it" he said, his shaky voice barely a whisper.

"Do what?" said Connie.

"I'll become a woman" he said.

 

Connie smiled.

"You made the right decision" she said. "Don't frown like that! Take it from me, being a woman isn't the end of the world. I'm a woman, and *I* certainly enjoy my life. Yes, it will be a big adjustment for you, but we will help you with that. You will need mental adjustments, along with the physical adjustments. And as the female hormones go to work on your brain and your body, you will start to make emotional adjustments as well. Don't worry honey. Some day, you're going to *like* being a woman."

 

Paul didn't feel comforted. His head was hanging low. He felt like an empty shell, as he signed the paperwork that Connie offered him. She led him out of the office, where the two men in suits were still standing stiffly at attention.

"Take him to the clinic" ordered Connie. "Be sure you are not being followed."

"Yes Ma'am" said the man.

The other opened the door, and waived Paul inside. He got in, and the limo sped off towards a clinic which would change his life forever.

 

* * *

 

Paul was lying on a hospital bed, wearing only one of those poorly designed hospital gowns that didn't quite cover all of you. He shivered from the cool air. His body felt strange, as all of his hair, other than what was on his head had been removed. They had used special lasers, so the hair would never regrow. It was strange to see his legs looking so long and so smooth.

"Hello, I am Doctor Moritz" said a tall woman who strode confidently into the room.

"Hi" said Paul meekly. "I'm...."

 

She held up her hand to stop him.

"No" she said. "I am not allowed to know who you are. On my chart, you are patient 5x-125VG. It is better for both of us that I never learn your true identity."

 

Paul nodded. He felt so intimidated by her though! This was the woman, who would turn *him* into a woman. That made her quite an intimidating figure! She was only five foot four, while Paul stood at six feet. Yet her stature was quite higher than his! She would be the one who was going to alter his body. That made it hard for him to even look at her curves, her pretty face, her long hair, or the impressive bulges beneath her scrubs.

"The first thing we need to do" she said, "Is to administer a loading dose of estrogen and other related female hormones. We need to load up your body with them, so they can go to work on you. I will be implanting a small device into your arm, which will slowly release a steady dose into your bloodstream. But for now, we need to inundate your cells with estrogen. Please stick out your arm for me."

 

Paul was shaking, as she filled a syringe with a clear liquid, then held it up, tapping it to remove any air bubbles. She pushed the plunger just a bit, and a few drops squirted out into the air. She put the needle on his arm, and he only felt a little prick as it slid into him. She was pressing the plunger now, and the liquid was flowing into him. A dreadful feeling crept over him: his bloodstream was now carrying female hormones to all of the cells in his body, where they would start to alter him mentally and physically.

 

"There" she said. "One down, three to go."

Now he had to endure three other shots, as she loaded him with various hormones which the female body naturally produced. Dr. Moritz explained that the male body actually carried a small amount of estrogen, and that some types of estrogen were actually produced by fat cells! That was why getting too heavy could curb your sexual desires.

She was so matter-of-fact with him, that it was almost shocking. She was treating his impending sex change operation like it was something small, like routine physical checkup! That attitude sent shivers up and down his spine. This woman was all business.

 

"I know you are nervous being here" she said. "But let me assure you that this facility is very secure. You need a government clearance to work here. We have operated on officials like the President's own chief of staff. So you can feel as safe here as you would anywhere in the world."

Paul nodded. At least he wouldn't be bumped off while they were turning him into a female.

 

"We deal with many cases here, where a person's identity is secret. Spies, government operatives, FBI, CIA, and so on. As a rule, I don't know who you are, or why you are here. I just know your patient number, and the fact that we are going to turn you into a woman. As such, we need to pick a female name for you. Have you decided?"

"No, I'm not sure" said Paul. In fact, he had never really contemplated the fact that he would need a female name. As part of being in the witness protection program, he had expected to end up with a new identity and a new name. But not a female one! How could he pick a girl's name for himself? He was stuck. He just shrugged his shoulders.

"Since you don't have a preference, I shall call you Brenna. That is your name now. Brenna."

"Brenna" whispered Paul. How would he ever get used to a name like that?

 

"We will start right away on you Brenna" said Dr. Moritz. "First, we will do your face."

She took out a grease pencil, and started drawing lines on him as she talked.

"First, we need to reduce your nose. The bridge should be small and elegant, not wide as it is now. Then we will build up your cheekbones, to make them far more prominent. Your chin is too chiseled for a woman; it needs to be more pointy. We will also give you a facelift, so your skin becomes firm, and you will look younger. We will inject your lips too, to make them fuller. And a few touchups around your eyes. Oh yes, and you should feel sleepy by now."

"Why?" said Paul.

"Because the last shot I gave you was a sedative. You'll be out soon, and we can do your face. Just lay back and relax Brenna. Soon, you'll have a pretty face."

 

That wasn't something that would make him relax!!! But what could he do? There was no choice. He had female hormones in his bloodstream now. He was being turned into a woman. And now, he started to feel dizzy, as everything in the room started to dim. He had to lay back; he could sit up no longer.

Paul could feel the bed being wheeled down the hallway. He was going into the operating room! He was barely awake as they put a mask over his face.

"Breath in deeply" he heard a nurse say, although the words sounded like they were coming from underwater, all garbled and strange sounding. Paul didn't even get two breaths in, before he lost consciousness completely.

 

* * *

 

 

When Paul awoke, he could remember everything. He was immediately alarmed, and wanted to see his face. But as he felt it with his hands, he found that his entire face was covered with bandages. There was only a small hole for his mouth, and for his eyes. He felt like a mummy, all wrapped up. He wasn't going to be able to even see his new face, until everything heeled.

As Paul started to come to more and more, he became aware of an ache in his left arm. He looked there, and noticed a bandage, with a few drops of dried blood on it. He felt the spot, and detected a few stitches underneath the bandage. The device! Dr. Moritz had said she was going to implant a device which would release a steady stream of female hormones into his system! In his arm, it lurked now, keeping his cells filled with estrogen.

 

The TV was showing soap operas, which was boring to him. He wanted to change the channel, but there was no remote, and he felt too weak to stand up yet. So it was a relief when a doctor entered the room, just as another show was just starting. She was someone different though, who he had not yet met.

"Hello Brenna. I am Dr. Klotzman" she said. "I am going to work with you on the mental aspects of adjusting to your new gender. As a man, these changes are going to be difficult for to accept. And so, I am going to ease the way for you."

Dr. Klotzman was a tall thin woman, with long red hair. Paul felt turned on by her, but it was frightening to think that he was on the way to becoming *like* her. When they removed the bandages, he would have a pretty face like her. Soon he'd have boobs like her. They would even cut him, so he'd be like her between the legs. He had the same hormones flowing within him as she did, thanks to the device in his arm. How could he feel enough libido around her, when he knew that she was one of the people who was feminizing him?

 

"I am going to use a technique on you" she said, "involving hypnotism and a few other related methods. It would take years for your conscious mind to accept a female gender identity. So we will implant the appropriate thoughts into your subconscious mind, so that you inner self will become female. Once that is complete, your conscious mind will have no choice but to follow suit. Now lets begin. Take a deep breath."

Paul did as she asked, but what was the use? Hypnotism was just a parlor trick. It wouldn't work on him. Plus, he had read that you couldn't be hypnotized if you didn't want to be. And he certainly didn't want to be hypnotized by a woman who was going to build up a female personality inside him!

So he listened to what she said, and did as she asked, but he knew that it was going to be ineffective on him.

 

"You are a woman now" she was saying. "You have *always* been a girl inside. Even when you were young, you always knew you wanted to grow up to be just like your mommie. You want to be a woman. You have always wished that you had big full breasts, like I do. You have always been jealous that girls had vaginas, while you were stuck with a useless *thing* between your legs. You want to get rid of it more than anything! You want to be a girl. You want to be a *woman*. You have *always* wanted to be a woman. On the inside, you *are* a woman already."

 

She blabbed on for five or then minutes, then told him she was done for the day. Paul said good-bye to her, and watched her tight skirt move, as she walked away from him. Hypnosis. What a pile of rubbish. He sighed, and turned back to watch the TV. A new show was just starting.

 

* * *

 

The next few days were dreadfully boring. Watching soap operas, and women's talk shows. Dr. Klotzman with her silly 'hypnosis'. Nothing to read but magazines on women's fashion, makeup, home decoration, and such. Boring!

 

But suddenly, boring seemed good, when Dr. Moritz came for a visit, and started to show Paul charts of women's breast implants, trying to find out what kind of bust he would like.

"Since you have fairly large shoulders, it goes without saying that you will be a DD-girl" she explained. "The question is what shape pleases you the best? Slightly upturned? Full and round? Pointy? Set wide apart, or close together? How big of an areola do you like, and how big will you nipples be? We need to figure that all out."

 

She showed him various charts. Women's breasts had always been objects of wonder and delight for Paul. He loved to look at them, he loved to touch them, and he loved to feel them. But she made them seem so clinical and so cold, as she flipped through the charts, explaining different details to him. In the end, he had picked out the breasts which would be ideal on a woman he was attracted to, although it was going to be difficult to accept having them on *his* body!

"Pull down your gown, and lay back" she ordered.

"What for?" asked Paul meekly.

"We're going to get started, right away" she replied, as she made marks on his chest with her grease pencil. Paul stared as she made marks where the incisions would be, as well as guides for how to build him up. He shivered all over as she readied a syringe to inject him with a orange-pink liquid.

"What's that?"

"A cocktail for you. It will put you right out, like a light."

She plunged the needle into him, and almost immediately, the room started to spin. He didn't even manage to stay awake all the way into the operating room this time. But the time he was half way down the hall, he was out like a light.

 

* * *

 

Paul woke up, and felt an unfamiliar weight on his chest. Boobs. He wanted to cry. His hands reached out to touch the new mounds on his chest, but they were covered in bandages, like his face. He could feel the mounds on his chest, but they were very sore. His tummy hurt too, as did his sides. He looked down, and was quite alarmed to see that his stomach was now completely flat, and his waist shrunken down so much that it was narrower than his hips! He had curves now. No! He hadn't been prepared for that!

Dr. Moritz came in to check on him.

"What have you done to me?"

"Just some liposuction, and some adjustments to help give you curves. With a male body like yours, if we didn't do this, you'd run the risk of looking like a man, dressed as a woman. But now that you have real curves, you'll just seem like a woman with broad shoulders. You might be perceived as a somewhat masculine woman; but you'll never be looked at as a feminine man."

 

Neither one of those two options were appealing for Paul at all! But it was out of his hands now. At least he still had his natural equipment between his legs! At least that part of him was in tact. Although the other day, he had tried to make himself come, so he could experience *some* pleasure, and he was alarmed to find that he couldn't even get hard anymore. He was so awash in female hormones, that his manhood wasn't functioning anymore.

Dr. Moritz told him that she was putting him on birth control pills now too, to get doses of other female hormones, as well as another pill which was a testosterone blocker. Any testosterone his body tried to produce would be neutralized, so that only the female hormones would act upon him.

 

A few hours later, Paul was intently reading Lady's Home Journal, when Dr. Klotzman came by for his daily session.

"Well Brenna, I can see you finally got the breasts you've been longing for all your life. How doe the feel?"

"Strange" he said.

"You'll get used to them" she said, cupping her hands to her own. "I remember when mine came in, and how excited I was to wear a real bra at school, under my sweater. Soon, you'll get to enjoy that feeling yourself."

Paul didn't answer. Wearing a bra wasn't something he planned on enjoying! It would be a necessary evil, in order for him to survive. Only by becoming a woman could he ever have any hope for a life again. And now he had boobs.

 

"Lets get started Brenna, shall we?" said Dr. Klotzman. "Lets start by having you take some deep breaths. That's it. Breathe in, breathe out. In with the woman, out with the man. You are a woman, you are a girl. You are now female, you never were a man. You've always been a woman. You *are* a woman. You *are* a woman. You *are* a woman."

 

* * *

 

A week passed, but Dr. Moritz had not allowed Paul to see himself without the bandages. She had changed them, but he wasn't allowed to look.

"It would be traumatic for you to see your skin all bruised as it is" she said. "No, we'll wait until you are properly heeled before the unveiling."

Paul was disappointed, but at least she gave him some pills to help with the strange pain he was feeling in his feet. He couldn't imagine why his feet hurt so much, along with his ankles and lower legs. All he seemed to do was lay in bed.

"Now I want to talk to you about your butt" said Dr. Moritz. "I know, it is a touchy subject. But as you know, the way a woman's butt is shaped is quite different from that of a man. There are implants you can get now, to round off your rear, and give you the desired shape. We are going to do that next."

 

Now it was time for him to look at charts of women's butts, as Dr. Moritz took all the joy out of looking at the thing that made a skirt look so fine on a woman. Once again, she helped Paul figure out exactly what shape was the most attractive to him. And once again, he wasn't prepared for it as she injected him, and told him that he was going into surgery right away.

They wheeled him into the operating room, and he actually cried a tear as he went into the drug induced sleep.

 

* * *

 

When Paul awoke, not only was his butt really sore, but he had a pain between his legs. He pushed the red button, and a nurse hurried in. She showed him another button he had now, which he could push to administer morphine into his IV drip. He pushed the button over and over, until the maximum dose had been administered, and he drifted off to an uneasy sleep.

 

Dr. Moritz woke him as she rolled him over, and checked on him. Dr. Klotzman talked to him, although he could barely hear her through the fog of the morphine. Days went on like this, until at least one day the pain had subsided enough that he didn't need the drug just to be awake.

Paul reached down between his legs, where he was still sore. He could feel his manhood there, although it was so soft and small now. But just below it, was where he hurt. He gently touched the area, but felt nothing. Nothing! His balls were gone.

 

No! They had removed them! They had castrated him! Although he knew that he was going to become a woman through surgery, he just couldn't imagine how it felt to find that they had completely removed his balls. No wonder he hurt so much! He started to press the morphine button as fast as he could. Not to hide from the pain, but to hide from the reality that he had just lost a part of himself which made him a man.

 

* * *

 

Paul emerged from the fog of sleep, feeling sore all over. And immediately, he knew something was wrong. He didn't hurt between his legs anymore, but he didn't feel *right*. He reached down. It was gone. All of it. They had removed the last trace of his manhood. Between his legs, he now had a surgically created vagina. He was a woman.

 

Paul cried and cried. He was so swept away by emotions! He had completely lost himself and his manhood now. He was a woman now. He was a girl. They had cut it all off, and now he had a vagina. He had a pussy. It was an overwhelming feeling of fear and shock, even though he knew it was coming.

He would never get hard again. He would never have something poking out down there. Now he went *in*. He thought of Donna Jackson, the first girl he had ever made love too. How he had looked at her sweet pussy with amazement! How he had loved the feeling of putting himself up inside her, and starting to slide in and out, until he exploded with pleasure!

Not only would he never feel that again, not only was all that impossible now, but he had become just like her! Between his legs, he now had the same equipment that Donna did. Or Dr. Moritz. Or Dr. Klotzman. Or the pretty women in the fashion magazines he was reading every day. Or the women on TV. He was like them now. He was one of them. He was a woman.

It went against every grain of his soul to feel like that! It went against every fiber of his being to feel feminine! It was just wrong. And nothing could ever change that. He felt self-doubt, and a terrible sense of inner shame. He should never have done all of this. He should have taken his chances in the world as a man. How could he live as a woman?

 

Dr. Klotzman tried to cheer him up, but she didn't do any good. Neither did her hocus-pocus hypnotism, which hadn't helped him to accept his new gender one bit. What was he going to do? He closed his eyes and cried.

 

"When a woman is upset, a good trip to the beauty spa always makes her feel better" said Dr. Moritz. "Your bandages are ready to come off Brenna. We're going to get you all dolled up, get you dressed up, and let you see your new self. But I want it to be a surprise that comes all at once for you. So I'm going to put these drops in your eyes. For the next few hours, everything will look like one big blur. Then when you're ready, I'll give you the antidote, and you will see your new self."

 

Paul didn't care. Nothing mattered now. He didn't even try to resist as the put the stinging drops into his eyes. The drops made his eyes water, and Dr.. Moritz used a tissue to dry them. When his eyes were done watering, he could barely see. He could make out very basic shapes, but he could see no details. And it was getting worse.

Dr. Moritz helped him to his feet, and into a wheelchair. She rolled him down the hall, and hummed a lilting tune to herself. Paul couldn't see anything now; it was all just a blur of light and dark. But he didn't care. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore.

 

He was placed into a chair, and he felt someone starting to work on his toenails. He felt his nails being cut and filed. Then he smelled the distinctive odor of nail polish being applied. After a couple of coats, they started on his hands. They too were clipped and filed, and he couldn't quite tell what they were doing to his nails for the next bit of time. Then he smelled the nail polish again.

Now Dr. Moritz removed the bandages from his face. He felt someone cleaning his fact, and then he was sat down in another chair. They were doing something to his hair. He sat there, as they snipped and trimmed him. He felt some kind of goop being put into his hair, and then he felt them manipulating it. He realized that they were putting curlers up into his hair!

When that was done, while his hair set and dried, Dr. Moritz removed the bandages around his chest. He felt something going over his new breasts, and then something going over his shoulder. They were putting a bra on him! They closed it in the back, and he felt the straps dig in to his shoulders, as it started to support the weight of his breasts.

Someone pulled off the hospital gown which had been wrapped around his waist. Someone pulled something up his legs. Something soft and tight fitting around him. covering him in front. But nothing covered his butt. Instead, he felt something thin across his back. A G-string. They had put him into G-string panties!

He didn't even try to resist as a skimpy top was pulled over his head, nor when something was pulled up his legs, and tightened around his waist as it was zipped up. A skirt. It felt so short! It didn't even come down to his knees! As they sat him down, he kept his legs tight together, feeling like they would be able to look up his skirt, and see what he had (or didn't have anymore) between his legs.

He felt boots being pulled onto his legs, then zipped closed. He was seated now, and they were working on his hair again. It tickled the back of his neck. How had it become so long? Now they were working on his face, applying creams, powders and other things. Mascara. Lipstick. Perfume.

Paul didn't even move as they pierced his ears, and put in diamond studs. Rings were put onto his fingers, and a necklace put into him. The pendant at the end of the necklace was cold, dangling down between his new boobs, which he was still unable to see because his eyes were so blurry. But he didn't care. It didn't matter anymore.

 

Dr. Moritz tilted his head back, and put drops into his eyes. Almost instantly, things started to come into focus. Bit by bit, things became clearer, until he could see that he was sitting in some kind of beauty salon or spa. He was frightened beyond belief to finally see himself though.

"Stand up" said Dr. Moritz.

Paul stood up, and almost fell over, since he wasn't used to the feeling of wearing footwear with high heels. He steadied himself though, as she kept him from falling to the floor.

"Now close your eyes honey" she said. "And we'll turn you around, so you can see the mirror."

She helped Paul turn around 180 degrees.

"Open your eyes Brenna" she said.

 

Paul took a deep breath, and opened his eyes. What he saw was stunning.

 

There in the mirror was the new him. Brenna.

 

He was a woman now. He had long blonde hair, curly and pretty. His face looked like that of a pretty girl. He had thin eyebrows, pouty red lips, high cheekbones covered with rouge, pretty eyes decorated by mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow.

Under his tight black top were two large full mounds. The top of his breasts were exposed, and you could see a dark line between the mounds of his chest; his cleavage. Moving down, he had his thin tummy, his narrow waist, his wider hips which made his skirt flare out. He turned to see his shapely rear end, making the skirt stick out in back they way it does for a pretty girl.

His legs were long and smooth, and the high heel boots he was wearing were so exciting looking! The woman in the mirror was a knock-out, gorgeous and sexy. If Paul had still been a man, he would have been thrilled to date a woman like the one he had become! But he was her now. he was a woman.

 

"What do you think, Brenna?" asked Dr. Moritz.

"I can't believe it" replied Paul. "It can't be real."

"It is Brenna. You are a woman now."

 

Paul just could not accept it. He could not believe it. How could *he* be this gorgeous creature he was seeing in the mirror? He cupped his hands to his boobs, feeling the firm mounds he now had. He moved his hands down the front of his skirt, feeling the flatness there. He put his hands on his butt, feeling the new roundness there.

He looked up at Dr. Moritz, helplessly.

 

"Lets get you over to Dr. Klotzman now" she said. "Follow me."

Paul followed her down the hall. It only took a few steps for him to adjust to wearing the high heels. It was strange how quickly he could catch on to that! Why was he so adept at walking in heels? He didn't have time to ponder it though, as Dr. Klotzman was waiting for him.

"Hello Brenna" she said.

"Hello" he replied.

How stupid!, he was thinking. All the time she had wasted on him, and what good had it done? None at all. He sighed. Dr. Mortiz had been so good at what she did, but Dr. Klotzman (if she even was a real doctor), had been a total failure.

 

"You're looking good" said a familiar voice.

Paul turned to see Connie, the special agent who had talked him into becoming a woman in the first place. How he hated her for what she had done to him! Dr. Moritz closed the door as she left, and now it was just the three of them: Paul, Connie, and Dr. Klotzman.

"You turned out to be quite a beautiful woman" said Connie. "I would *never* know who you *used* to be."

"How could you have done this to me?" whined Paul. "They turned me into a woman! I can't live like this!!!"

 

Connie just smiled at him. It was a cold smile, which shook Paul to the core. Something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

 

"I think it is time for you to learn who I really am" said Connie.

"You're not really Connie?" said Paul, as a terrible sinking feeling grew in the pit of his stomach.

"I am Connie, but you never learned my full name. Connie *Andolini*."

 

Connie Andolini? That was the name of the wife of Don Andolini, who Paul had put away! The woman who had taken him from the courtroom wasn't a special agent; she was the wife of the mob boss who Paul had testified against! Now the sinking feeling grew to total panic and fear. What where they going to do to him now? Shoot him?

 

"You took away my man" she said. "And in return, I have taken away your manhood. The doctors who have been working on you are on *my* payroll. You thought you were in a position of power, you thought that you were going to live the good life from now on. But now you can see that you are nothing. *I* am the one with all the power. You are nothing. You're not even a man anymore."

 

"I...." started Paul, but he didn't know what to say. Connie just continued to smile at him.

 

"Honestly now, tell me what you think of Dr. Klotzman's work on you" she said.

"Honestly" said Paul, "Dr. Moritz was very good at what she did, but you've wasted your money on Dr. Klotzman. She tells me that I'm a woman, but it has had no effect on me."

"Really" said Connie. Not a question, but a statement. "Is that so?"

"Yes" said Paul.

 

"I heard you complain to Dr. Mortiz that your feet, ankles and lower legs were hurting" said Dr. Klotzman. "And you find yourself suddenly able to walk in high heels, as if you had been doing that for all of your life. But you don't see the connection?"

"Connection?" said Paul.

"You don't remember strutting around in heels, as you learned to be a woman, once I put you under?"

"You never put me under!" said Paul.

"When I came to see you, how long would you say our sessions were?"

"Oh, I don't know. Ten, fifteen minutes, tops."

"Try three to four hours. Or once, I had you under for three days straight."

"That's impossible!" said Paul.

 

"Show him" said Connie.

"Yes Ma'am" replied Dr. Klotzman.

"Brenna, remember! One, two, eyes of blue, Breathe in, breathe out, one, two three!"

 

"Well?" said Brenna. "Is that all?"

"You didn't notice?" asked Dr. Klotzman.

"No" replied Brenna.

"Good. Then it worked perfectly. Tell me Brenna, are you a man or a woman?"

"I am a woman" said Brenna proudly.

"How long have you been a woman?" asked Dr. Klotzman.

"All of my life" she replied.

 

"Excellent!" said Connie. "You made him believe he is a woman!"

"Yes Ma'am" said Dr. Klotzman.

Inside, Brenna was deep in turmoil. She was a woman? She? What had happened to Paul? What had happened? Somehow, all that was gone, and she could only remember being a woman! Something seemed so wrong! Something was lost! What was going on?"

 

"Brenna, you are going to come with me, and work for me" said Connie. "But first, get on your knees and swear your undying loyalty to me, and the Andolini family."

Brenna got down on her knees.

"I pledge to serve you, with all my heart, and with my life" she said, kissing the ring on Connie's finger.

 

"You work for me now" she said. "I own you. Do you know what your new job is Brenna?"

"No, please tell me Ma'am" said Brenna, eager to serve Connie. How could she be so much in this woman's control all of a sudden? What had Dr. Klotzman done to her, to make her so willing to serve her new mistress?

"You are going to work in one of the houses I own in the red light district. You will be given room and board, in return for 12 hours of work a day. In that twelve hours, I expect for you to do at least 25 men."

"Do them? What am I to do to them?" asked Brenna innocently.

"Anything they want" said Connie. "You are one of my hookers now Brenna. Now and for the rest of your life. Just as you tried to screw me, you'll have men screwing you all day, every day. Dr. Klotzman tells me that she has even implanted feelings inside you, so that you will *like* it. And since you've become a woman by operation, you'll even have advantages over the others I employ. No time off for having a period. No chance of getting pregnant. And you'll be the most willing, eager woman in the whole place. You'll earn a lot of money for me, in your new profession."

 

Just for a moment, something inside Brenna surfaced. Some part of the person who had been Paul. He felt the greatest fear imaginable, learning of his fate. But he was so weak, and Brenna was so strong. She was *eager* to go out there and start making love to men! And that made what remained of Paul shrink back into himself, afraid to let anything in. The little bit of him that was left built a wall around himself, so that none of Brenna's thoughts and feelings could penetrate him. He would exist, but only in the far back of her mind. *She* was firmly in control of her body now, with no more threat of Paul ever coming back.

 

"You did not realize it, but my husband was merely a front for the family" she said. "It was *I*, all along, who controlled everything. I told him what to do, and he did it. The orders you heard him give came from *me*. He was but a puppet, doing my bidding, as men become, who cross me."

She stood up, and walked towards Brenna.

"But you're not a man anymore, are you? You're a woman now. A woman who will serve me for the rest of her days. Come child. We will drive to your new residence, and you will get to work right away, on your back. Of course, with all of the drastic changes, nobody will ever recognize you. Not even the special agent who works for the government, but also takes pay from me. He was the reason that I could get to you. And he will be the first to sample you. He has a thing for virgins. In a few hours, you won't be a virgin anymore. You'll be an experienced woman. He will be your first of *many*. Very soon, you'll lose count, as you do man, after man, after man. That is your life now Brenna. What do you think?"

 

"Thank you Don Andolini" said Brenna. "Thank you, Ma'am!"

  

  

  

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