Happy Camper

by Jennifer White

  

Ever since Todd was young, he knew that he was different than that other boys. He didn't want to be 'rough and tumble' with them. He didn't want to fight. He would rather play with the girls, even if it meant that the boys made fun of him, or beat him up.

As he got older, he was very interested in girls, and dated several of them. But he had a recurring fantasy: he wished that *he* was a girl himself. He would wear their clothes when he could, and especially loved stuffing a bra so that it looked like he had boobs of his own. He only felt *right* when he was dressed up as a girl.

But it was just a fantasy that he used to get himself off. He really did love women, and respected them so much! They were better than men in every regard, and he sometimes hated himself when he did a stupid *male* thing. He wanted to be just like them.

And that's why when he met Wendy, she fell in love with him. No man had ever treated her with such respect, and even reverence. He was devoted to her, and loved her with all his heart. The only problem was that deep inside, he wished he was really her.

Todd devoted himself to Wendy, and they seemed to lead a very happy life together. There were never issues of control. He was glad to let her have the clicker. Or he was glad to have her tell him where to turn when they drove somewhere. He was the ideal partner for her.

But if she went out of town for a few days with 'the girls', she didn't know that Todd would be at home, wearing her clothes, pretending to be her. She never even suspect it.

* * *

 

Todd loved going out on the internet, to the wide variety of web sites that were designed for people like him. He read stories, and looked at pictures. It was all harmless fun, and it let him get his fantasy out of his system. Wendy would never have gone for that kind of thing. So he had to keep this part of himself from her.

One day, he found something very intriguing: a forced feminization fantasy camp (the FFFC). The web site showed that if you ordered a brochure, it would look like a men-only golf camp, and that you could get your wife to go for it that way. She would think that you were off learning how to golf better, when in fact you would be turned into a woman for those two weeks.

Well of course, he requested the brochure. And when it came, he discussed it with her. She trusted him, and it didn't seem unreasonable. He did love golfing with her, and unlike other guys she had played with, he treated her with respect on the golf course too, and didn't try to teach her how to play or criticize her.

It wasn't cheap, but not as bad as some resorts. So she agreed to let him go next month to golf camp. He was overjoyed, and treated her even better than normal in the ensuing weeks.

* * *

 

At last, it was time to go. Wendy dropped Todd off at the airport, and watched as he went through the security gate. She would be there to pick him up in two weeks. She drove off, feeling lonely. She missed him already.

 

Todd could hardly handle the excitement on the airplane. Soon, he would be able to live out his dream for two whole weeks! When he had to use the toilet, he noticed that there were maxi pads in a dispenser. He took one, and put it into his boxers.

"Now I'm just like a woman" he thought. He could hardly wait to get there.

 

Finally, the courtesy bus dropped him off in the lobby. He looked around. This place was a private retreat, located next to several prime golfing resorts. The main building was large and elegant, white with big columns supporting the roof over the front porch.

Inside, he was greeted by a pretty woman.

"I am Gail Moeller. I will be your guide into womanhood for the next two weeks. Welcome to FFFC."

"Thank you!" said Todd, barely able to contain his excitement. "What do we start?"

"Right away!" said Gail.

"I don't understand the 'forced' part" said Todd. "I *want* to be a woman."

"Yes, I see. Well Todd, there are many men who also want to be female, but they don't have the nerve to do it themselves. Instead, they need to have someone to help them. That way, its not their fault that they end up as women. By being forced into it, they are freed up from the responsibility of having made the hardest decision in their lives."

"Oh, so you just use threats and such, to make them do it. Whereas I won't need any prodding."

"Yes, something like that. We'll put you through some 'training', which I'm sure will go very easily for you. We use it to break down the male inhibitors. Like wearing a dress for example. Even though you say you want to be a woman, you didn't come here in a dress. Why?"

"Because people would see me" he responded.

"See? A male inhibitor. If you were really a woman already, you wouldn't *care* that people saw you in a dress. And for the same reason, you're not wearing makeup. You don't have long pretty hair. You don't paint your nails..."
"I get it" he replied. "So you'll help us get over our inhibitions and our embarrassment."

"Exactly. Now go up to your room. There you will find an outfit all laid out for you. You need to shave first, including all your body hair. I see that is another thing you neglected to do before arriving."

"Sorry, I didn't know" he said.

"No problem. When you come back next time, you'll know better. After you shower and shave, you will find an array of makeup, if you know how to use it. If not, we will help teach you. There is also a set of fake breasts, and instructions on how to use them. They are quite realistic. I'm sure you will enjoy them."

"I'm sure I will" said Todd, eager to get to his room, and to begin his fantasy.

 

He used the key that Gail gave him, and walked into his room, number 353. He went into the shower, and found a pink women's razor. He shaved all his body hair, just as she had told him. He washed his hair and used the conditioner they provided as well. And the floral scented body wash.

After drying off, he looked at the outfit they had laid out for him, and immediately got hard. He put on the black lacy panties because he was cold, then looked at the fake breasts. They were very realistic looking, and seemed to be made out of some kind of soft rubber, or silicon get. They attached to his real nipples with a glue. He put one breast on with the glue, holding it in place for 60 seconds, like the instructions said. Then the other. He looked in the mirror.

It looked like he had real breasts! Real ones! They were so big! He could hardly believe they were on his chest. He could feel their weight. He was excited to put on the bra. It matched the panties, and was equally as exciting to wear.

Next, there was a pair of dark sheet control top nylons. He had worn his wife's nylons many times, so they were easy to put on. Next came a black leather miniskirt. It was a very soft leather, and not very shiny. A belt with a bright gold buckle held it in place at the top. Next was a long sleeve black turtleneck shirt. It was very tight, and really showed off his new boobs.

The next thing was an exciting pair of stiletto boots, with a three inch heel. He put them on, and admired himself in the mirror. Wow! This was getting good. He went to the vanity, where he found a brown wig, with hair down past his shoulders. He followed the directions for how to put it on, after first putting on a cap over his head. It was like a women's swim cap, except it was flesh toned. With his real hair held under it, and the wig on top, he had transformed from short blond manly hair, to long brown feminine hair.

He had never gone this far with a dress-up scenario. He was so excited that he had to drop his nylons and panties, and masturbate into the toilet. With that out of his system, he was able to continue on now, without those male thoughts trying to creep into his head. He could be pure now.

 

After putting on makeup, doing his nails, and grabbing his purse, Todd went back downstairs to see Gail.

"Where are the others? Am I the only one?" he asked her.

"No, there are a dozen of you. But you won't meet the other 'girls' until later. But we have important things to do now. Like your training."

"I can't wait!" he said.

As they walked down the hall, they reached a spiral staircase. The steps were wide, and a red rug ran down the middle of the stairs. Each step was small, but that was good, considering how little practice Todd had walking in heels. He steadied himself with Gail's arm as the descended below.

Now they walked down another corridor, until they reached a doorway near the end.

"In you go" said Gail. They went inside, and it looked like a theater, more than anything else. There was an executive style chair, with a high back.

"Have a seat" she said.

Todd sat down. It was a very comfortable chair. It swiveled, and he turned it to face the large video screen on the wall.

"Because most men go for the 'forced' part of the fantasy, we have these binders to hold you into the chair. I'm sure we won't need them for you, but I'm going to put them on you anyway. In case you get any second thoughts about it."

She winked at him, and he winked back.

"That isn't too tight, is it?" she said.

"No, I feel very comfortable."

"Good. And one last one on your ankle...there you go."

"I'm ready" said Todd, excitedly.

"You will start out with an informational film, then we'll start the actual training. I am going to leave you for a while, but I'll be back soon to check on you. Any questions before I go?"

"No. I'm fine. Thanks though" he said.

"Oh, and one more thing. For the remainder of your time here, you are no longer Todd. You are Tara."

"But when I'm a girl, I'm...."

"Who is doing the feminizing here Tara? Me, remember?"
"I'm sorry. I just thought I'd get to pick my own name."

"No. You are Tara now. Is that understood?"

"Yes Gail."

"Good Tara. Enjoy the film!"

 

She walked out the door, and the lights began to dim. Soothing classical music started to play with mostly the string section, while the video screen showed a single point of light in the middle. The patterns of light and color started to appear, and it looked like a sci-fi movie, as you flew through a star field.

"Women" said a voice, that sounded like it was all around him. And right in his ears. Did they have speakers right in the chair?

"Since the dawn of time, women have evolved differently then men. Different in body. Different in mind. Different in our souls" said the voice. The music was changing now, to a more serious tone, with more brass. It grew harsher and more dissonant.

"These differences lead to conflicts" said the voice. "And they make it almost impossible for a man to cross the bridge, and to truly become a woman. But there is hope! The mind can be reshaped. The mind can be altered. Male traits can be eliminated, replaced the proper female ones. The barriers of the male mind can be obliterated, leaving only the mind of a woman behind. Sit back and relax as we alter your mind."

That sounded scary! Todd suddenly panicked. He tried to move, but he was tied in place. He could not get out of the bonds.

"Let go, and allow your new female self to form. She is you, and you are her. She has no male inhibitions. She is a woman in *every* way, from how she think, how she *feels*, even what she desires. Yes, *your* feminine desires and needs. *You* are a woman inside. You even need a man now. You are a woman."

Todd pulled with all his might, but could not move a muscle. Nor could he help but notice how aroused and stiff he had become.

"You cannot resist, as we begin to retrain your mind with feminine thoughts. When we are done, you will not even be able to remember that you were ever a man. We will build a complete female personality within you, and can bring her out on command."

Todd struggled again, but it was no use. There was a strange odor in the air, and he heard a hissing sound. Some sort of gas was being put into the room! He had to get out. But he was trapped.

"Now then, let us begin" said the female voice firmly. "You are a woman now. You are a girl. You have always been a girl, since they day you were born."

"No!" said Todd, but it was hard to speak or even breath now. The gas was effecting him, and he slumped back in the chair, completely relaxed and unable to move.

"Phase one: your girlhood" said the voice. "We will begin with your earliest memories, when you were just a little girl."

Todd's eyes were glazed over, as he stared at the blinking patterns on the screen. The voice talked directly into his mind, and he had no willpower to stop it.

* * *

 

When Gail undid Todd's restraint's and helped him stand up, he felt weak and dizzy. He was covered with sweat.

"How long have I been in here?" he asked her, gasping for air.

"Six hours. Its amazing that we can completely train you in six hours."

"I don't remember any training. I remember the horrible part at the beginning, then...then it seems to have faded away."

"That is because of *how* you were programmed. You see, we embedded two code phrases in your mind. One of them turns you on, into what we call 'girl mode'. The other turns that off, and restores you to your current state.

"So just by saying a certain phrase, you can...."

"We can make every *you* believe that you are a girl. Excited?"

"I'm not sure..." he said.

"Ah Tara, but you will be. Now as we promised you, you will be spending the next few days as a girl at all times. And there will be some golf lessons for you too, so you come home with an improved swing to show off for the wife. Of course, you have a cute golf outfit with a skirt and everything that you'll wear out on the course. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Tara, what do you think of the waitresses here?"

Todd looked at the girls in the dining room which they had entered. They were all dressed in black dresses, with white aprons. They all were quick and efficient. And lovely. He told her so.

"I'm glad you think that way. And how about the maids?"

"I haven't really seen any of them."

"Ah yes. But you will. Quite a bit in fact. Now our research has shown that for a man to really *feel* that he is a woman, it is essential that he be given tasks to do, in order to prove his new femininity. Women's work."

"Yes..." said Todd, not liking where this was going.

"For that reason, here is what you will do the next two weeks. The neighboring golf resort has a hotel with 350 rooms, 3 dining rooms, and 2 bars. You will spend 10 hours a day working there. Some days, you will be a maid. Some days, you will be the girl that tends bar. And some days, you will be a waitress. Then you'll get a one hour golf lesson, an hour at the golf range, then free time to do whatever girlish activity you choose."

"I didn't come here to work as a maid!" protested Todd.

"Now, now Tara. I think you'll come to like it."

"I'm going home. This is ridiculous" said Todd.

"Tara, please. I have a question for you first."

"What?" he said, annoyed.

"Mascara and lipstick, green with envy."

 

Todd froze. He blinked. Then he blinked again.

"Tell me Tara, what do you think of that bellboy over there."

"He's cute in those tight pants" replied *Tara*.

"Yes he is. If I told you he just broke up with his girlfriend, are you going to ask him out?"

"No."

"No?" said Gail.

"No, I'll make him think its his idea, then *he* can ask *me* out."

"That's a good girl!" said Gail.

Tara smiled, and licked her lips.

 

Todd was terrified. He could sense and feel everything that went on, but he had no control over it. He *was* Tara now, or more precisely, she was in control of him. He could do nothing but protest. But she couldn't hear him. He was just along for the ride. He was disgusted about this. He didn't want the bellboy. He wanted his dear sweet Wendy. But he no longer had control. Tara was running things now. He struggled, but to no avail. He could do nothing but watch and feel, as she lived this day instead of him.

 

"Your shift starts in twenty minutes" she said to Tara, who was tying on the apron, as the last touch of her waitress uniform.

"I hope I get good tips today. Then I can afford to go clothes shopping. I want some new shoes too."

"Good luck Tara. Ring me up when you get back here tonight. Some of us girls are going out, and you know, the more the merrier."

"Sounds good. I'll see you tonight Gail."

Tara and Gail exchanged a fake kiss on each other's cheek, then Tara got in the shuttle bus over to the golf resort where she would begin her shift as a waitress. It would be a long day, serving food and drinks to the leering men who were there to golf, but seemed to make chasing skirts an even more important event.

* * *

 

The next two weeks were a combination of exhilaration and terror for Todd. On the plus side, for all intents and purposes, he *was* a girl. He was Tara. He walked, talked, *thought* and *felt* like a girl. Tara was in complete control of everything, and after a while, it was easy to loose himself in *her* thoughts, and just go along for the ride.

But the fear and terror came from that fact that it was not him thinking those thoughts in his brain, it was *her*. And she did lots of things that would have been unthinkable to him, even when he dressed up. The things that she talked about with the real girl! The way she lusted after young men. The way she wanted to dress up to show off her body (such as it was). She even started taking birth control pills, fearful that she might be pregnant, if she ended up finding the right man to take home.

"But it's *my* body!" Todd thought. "I don't want to mess it up with those!"

She paid no attention to him, and nonchalantly popped the pill every day. And she did other things that Todd didn't want, like going to the beauty salon and having her eyebrows plucked to a fine line. Or getting a tattoo in her ankle. How would he ever explain those to everyone? He tried to think of excuses all the time.

But the worst time for Todd was at night. Because then, instead of his own dreams, he dreamed *her* dreams, which were quite different. In her dreams, she was a real woman. She made love. She gave birth. She nurtured her children.

Her dream of breast feeding an infant daughter was exciting to Todd. But living through her dream of giving birth, and waking up in a cold sweat was frightening. Not to mention her sex dreams. Those were the worst. Her deepest inner desires were fulfilled, as she imagined her dream lover thrusting deep inside her. Todd couldn't run, couldn't hide, and couldn't stop it. She even imagined the sensations in her dream, which was mind blowing for a man to feel. When he woke up from one of those dreams, Todd would have to wait and see if his equipment was still there, the next time she touched it or went to the bathroom. After what he had just felt, it was easy to believe that it was gone now.

 

During the days, Tara worked hard doing her jobs. The resort was glad to have the hard working women from the private retreat. They allowed the girls to have a round of golf every third day, as well as a lesson from a pro. Tara didn't always pay full attention to the pro, more intent on watching his muscles and his form, rather than his golf form.

When she went golfing, she wasn't all that bad. It felt so strange to play in a skirt, and to have the large breasts, which changed your balance and you swing. But over time, Todd got more and more used to the sensation of a skirt fluttering in the breeze against smooth bare legs.

 

It was hard to believe that it was the last day. Tara dressed up in the outfit with the skirt and boots that she had worn on that first day. Gail sat her down, and talked about the experiences of the week.

"Did you meet any cute guys?" she said.

"Yes, but they weren't interested in me. I need to work on my body, improve my curves, make my skin better. I need a little plastic surgery, and a major workout routine."

"Oh well, perhaps you'll do better with them next year."

"I sure hope so" she replied longingly.

"Tara, listen. Woman, pretty, cleavage, pink."

Todd's face froze for a moment. He blinked his eyes. *He* blinked. He was back! Whatever Gail had just said had chased Tara from his mind! He was in control of himself again.

"Oh my god. I can't believe what I just did for 2 weeks."

"Wonderful, wasn't it? Being a girl?"

"I can't begin to tell you. If only I could be that, but be in control! It was so terrible no being able to do anything."

Todd started crying.

"I think that some of Tara has rubbed off on you. When you come back next year, she'll take control again. But eventually, we can merge you into one, if you want to make it permanent. But for now, you are Todd again."

"I'll be back next year. I promise! I learned so much! I can't wait."

"Go shower up, change back into your 'Todd' clothes, and the bus will take you to the airport. Good-bye Todd"

"Good-bye Gail" he said, giving her a hug. A very platonic hug, like hugging a sister. She was a very attractive woman, but he didn't even think of her that way. He sadly went upstairs to take off the skirt, and get into pants for the ride home.

* * *

 

Back in his old life, things seemed awful dull for Todd. He was very envious that Wendy got to wear makeup, got to dress up in skirts, and got to be pretty. He hated men's clothes. Suits? Ties? Pants? He hated them. He longed to wear panties again, and to feel the support of a bra. But he was stuck. There was nothing he could do, except for times when he was sure that she would be out for a long time. Then he could dress up a bit, but not to the degree he did at the resort.

He loved how it felt to dress up. He didn't even masturbate anymore when he did it. He just enjoyed the feeling. But the opportunities to do it were too few and far between. But he had to content himself with that, and reading his wife's magazines, pretending that *he* was one of the girls in the pictures.

Todd also loved shopping with Wendy even more now. He loved it as she looked at clothes. He would see the clothes on the rack, and pretend that he was buying an outfit for himself. She loved it that her husband was so willing to go shopping with her. It was a great benefit to both.

Today, Wendy was buying a dress for a big party that she was throwing. There would be over 30 people attending, and she wanted everything to be perfect.

"So you don't mind that I'm spending $180 on this?"

"Of course not" said Todd, who couldn't wait to try on the dress himself once Wendy was away. She smiled. What a wonderful husband not to complain about how much she spent on clothes. None of her girlfriend's husbands were like this. They all complained about how their men acted.

She gave Todd a kiss on the cheek, to say thanks. She didn't notice how he was staring longingly at the red dresses on the clothes rack.

* * *

 

The party was going wonderfully. Only one couple had failed to show up, so there was plenty of food for everyone. Todd was doing a wonderful job of playing host, offering to get a drink for someone, or cleaning up the table, and bringing out a tray of fresh snacks to replace it. Wendy marveled at him. He had never been this good at a party before.

"You make a wonderful martini" said one man. "Did you go to bartending school?"

"Oh, not really" said Todd bashfully. *He* hadn't, but Tara had. And he remembered everything he had done as her, including tending bar for several nights. And serving guests at a five star resort. Skills he put to good use at the party.

He held a tray of snacks out, as he walked amongst the guests. He heard snatches of conversation.

"So the Johnson's didn't want to see the play with us..." said one woman.

"Then I bought myself some mascara and lipstick..." said another.

"...green with envy" said a third. "You should have seen his face when I told him that!"

 

Todd froze. His eyes glassed over. He could feel a rush, and feel himself start to slip away. *She* was back, and moment by moment, *she* was taking over. He was becoming Tara again. He tried to stop it, but it was no use. Bit by bit, he became her again. First it was breathing. He stopped for a moment, before *she* started again. Then it was feelings, then thoughts. He felt that terrible sensation again of having *her* thoughts in his brain, with him unable to connect with his body anymore. Now she controlled everything, and he couldn't even move now, as she attained total domination over his mind and body. The tray almost spilled, but Tara caught it before anything fell. She was relieved.

She took the tray around until it was empty, smiling to the guests as she handed them the food. Then she returned the tray to the kitchen. It was time to ask the guests for more drinks so she went around and took a few orders, then brought out their cocktails.

Once that was done, she had to use the restroom. She saw the one downstairs was occupied, so she went upstairs. Imagine her horror when she saw in the mirror how awful she looked! She started to cry. She looked like a man! This was terrible.

Tara ran to the master bedroom, and quickly dug through the closet and the dresser, to put together a more appropriate outfit. She put it on, and was upset that she had to stuff her bra. Where were here boobs? Her dress looked terrible on her!

Then she put on makeup, did the best she could with her hair, put on a quick coat of nail polish, and shook her nails, hoping to make it dry faster. She then dug out a pair of shoes that she could manager to force her feet into, then dug around for some jewelry.

She felt a lot better now that she had more appropriate attire for a fancy party. The skirt tickled her as it touched her legs, covered in the thick tights she had to use, because of all the yucky hair on her legs. She would fix that, but she had to fight back the tears. How had she become a man?

She summoned her inner female strength, and headed back downstairs so she could resume serving the guests. She went around back to the kitchen, loaded up a tray with pigs-in-blankets, and walked through the swinging double doors.

The room was loud with music and conversations. She smiled at one man and asked if he wanted a bite. He stood there speechless. In fact, over the next few seconds, the room fell quiet, except for the music. All eyes were on Tara.

After someone killed the radio, she could have heard a pin drop. But she did not hear Todd's voice screaming out inside, pleading with her to run away. Even if she could have heard him, she would not have listened. Who was a man to tell her what to do?

She smiled and walked over to Wendy.

"Weenie?" she said.

 

After a few minutes, the guests had all left, as if on cue. Wendy was in tears.

"Why did you ruin my party? What's gotten in to you? What are you dressed like that?"

Tara was in tears too.

"They all think I'm ugly" she sobbed. "They all hate me."

"What are you talking about Todd?" said Wendy.

There was no response.

"Todd?"

"Who?" said Tara. She had no idea who 'Todd' was.

"Why?" replied Wendy in disbelief. "*You*. What's the matter Todd?"

"I'm not Todd. I'm Tara. I don't know any 'Todd'."

"You're not Tara. You're my husband, Todd!"

"What? That's impossible. That would mean that I'm a...a man! Ew!"

By now, both were crying. Wendy was upset because her husband had clearly lost his mind. He actually thought he was a woman named Tara! And Tara was crying, because somehow she was now in a man's body. They both cried so much, they ended up hugging each other, then laughing.

* * *

 

The next day, Wendy took Todd to see a psychologist she knew through a friend of a friend, Dr. Annette Kranzel.

"Have you been having relationship problems with him?" she asked.

"No, things have been better than they've ever been! He even went shopping with me last week, and didn't complain when I took all day to pick out an outfit."

"Hmmm. Interesting. Well, let me see what I can find."

She interviewed Todd at length in private, then sat down with Wendy to discuss her preliminary findings.

"Your husband really believes he is this woman 'Tara'. It is not an act. In his mind, he really *is* Tara. This could be multiple personality disorder, but there are many indicators otherwise. For example, once hypnotized, you can normally contact the main personality. But even once in the trance, I could only talk to Tara."

"So what can we do?" said Wendy.

"I would recommend that you let me work with him some more today. Its too early to tell, and you can't just rush a diagnosis. This isn't like taking a temperature, and determining that its a cold. This will take quite a bit of work."

"Thank you Doctor" said Wendy.

"Annette" she replied, insistently. She liked to have a personal relationship with her clients and families. And the formal term of address instantly distanced her from them.

 

When Wendy returned to the office, just before closing, Annette looked exhausted. And exasperated.

"I have tried everything, but I made no progress. I consulted with a couple of specialists, and they had never seen anything quite like this either. It is almost as if Tara has completely taken over your husband. I think he's in there somewhere, but she is completely blocking him out."

"No!" said Wendy, who began to sob quietly. But she couldn't cry anymore. She had no tears left to flow today.

"Now don't give up so quickly!" said Annette. "I'm not. You see, there are still things we can do. Dr. Gail Moeller, one of the specialists I consulted, had a suggestion, which may seem shocking to you, but I think just might work."

"And what is that?" said Wendy, looking up.

"In your experience, what is the thing most near and dear to a man's heart? The thing he thinks with sometimes, instead of his head?"

"His penis"

"Exactly. That is the one thing that most defines him a man, at least in his mind. So the theory goes, if he is still in there, then the way to get him back is to shock him. Tara is a protective shell, to keep everyone and everything away from his true self. But if we were to threaten his nearest and dearest thing, which defines who he really is..."

"Then he would emerge to defend it!" said Wendy.

"Precisely. So here is what we do. First, you have to tell him that you accept him as Tara now, and want to help him. It is vital that he trusts you completely. You need to treat him like he is a woman, in every sense. Do you understand?"
"Yes" replied Wendy reluctantly. It seemed a strange request, but if that's what it took to get Todd back, then that's what she would do.

"Tara desperately wants a female body. She is depressed that she's trapped in the body of a man. So here's what you do. First, you get her on the pill, and on estrogen. She'll be ecstatic. Tell her that the female sex hormones will cause the male 'equipment' to stop working, and make her boobs start to grow. That might be enough threat right there."

"What if it isn't?"

"Then let her live as a woman for a few months, and lead her on about the next steps. Implants, castration, then finally gender reassignment surgery. Get them actually scheduled, and get her to go. It may take the very last step before he panics and breaks through! So don't stop, even if it is painful for you. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Wendy. She steeled her resolve. This would be difficult and emotional for her, but if that is what it took....

* * *

 

It was a full year since Todd's dramatic mental transformation into Tara. Wendy cried, because today was the day that she would either really lose Todd, or get him back. He looked like a woman now, with big boobs and everything. He walked, talked, acted, thought, and even felt like a woman.

Wendy was getting used to having a girlfriend live with her, but it was hard not to think of Tara as Todd, her husband. They went out with Wendy's girlfriends, and none of them even realized that it was Todd they were seeing. He was so completely transformed mentally and physically that it was amazing. Only one thing between his legs hidden under his skirt still gave away the fact that Tara was really a man.

As for Todd himself, he had drowned into Tara. At first, he had his own completely independent thoughts, and he struggled with her at every turn. As she eagerly gulped down the female hormones, he struggled not to let them down his throat. But after a month of futility, he started to give up.

He could of course hear all of her thoughts, and after some time, he got lazy and just listened to them, rather than thinking his own thoughts. As a result, he soon lacked the strength to even disagree with her. He just went along with whatever *she* thought. He felt what she felt, saw what she saw, heard what she heard. And now, he thought what she thought. They were as one entity now. They had synchronized into just being Tara.

 

When Tara awoke from her final operation, she was so happy. She finally was complete, having the proper anatomy now. She was so happy! She could wear tight jeans and shorts. She could wear a bikini (or any swimsuit for that matter). And now she could find herself a boyfriend. She had been too scared before, afraid that he might want to make love, and be repulsed by her deformity. She was finally free!

A few weeks after she had completely recovered and the pain from the surgery had subsided, Tara and Wendy went to a bachealorette party. Wendy's friend Kate was getting married, and Wendy was going to be a bridesmaid.

One of the party drinking games they played before they went out to dance, was charades. Mary was gesturing to the group. Her phrase was "Dolly Parton". She moved her hands in an hourglass shape, then held them out like she was cupping the over enormous boobs.

"Woman" called out someone.

"Pretty" said another.

Mary gestured to chest.

"Cleavage!" said Kate.

"Pink!" said Wendy, which was the color of Mary's sweater.

As the girls made more wild guesses until Kate nailed it, they didn't notice that Tara's eyes had glazed over, and that she wasn't moving or speaking. But Wendy did notice.

"Tara, what's wrong honey?" she said.

"I...I don't feel good. Can we go home?" she replied.

Wendy apologized, and helped Tara get to the car.

"What the hell is wrong with you, running out on our friends like that! Do you realize how much you just embarrassed me?" said Wendy angrily.

She was running out of patience with Tara. She hadn't told her yet, but she had filed the divorce papers already. Se didn't want to be married to another woman. And to make matters worse, they were going to meet up with some guys later that night. Tara was ruining that chance too, and her anger boiled over.

"Wendy, I can't believe this" said Tara.

"Believe what?" she replied in a patronizing tone.

"Just look at me! I'm a woman! I can't believe she did this to me. I can't believe you let her!"

"Who?"

"Tara. You let her do this! And now I'm a woman!" said *Todd*. He began to cry, as he cupped his hands over his large breasts. Then he gasped as he reached down and touched himself between his legs.

"Todd?" said Wendy.

"It's gone..." he mumbled. "It's gone. No..."

He let out a low moan.

"Todd? Is that you?" said Wendy shyly.

"Of course it is! But look at me! You did this to me! How could you Wendy?"

"I....I did what the doctor said to try. She interviewed you, and..."

"No she didn't" said Todd. "She spoke to someone on the phone, then she said how I was being controlled by Tara now, and how she was going to help feminize me. And I couldn't do anything! Now look at me! I'm stuck like this!"

Wendy hugged Todd, but as their breasts touched each other, she felt like she was hugging her sister. She was crying too.

"Lets go" said Todd.

"Where?" replied Wendy.

"Back in. I ruined your fun time. I'm stuck like this whether we go home or not. So don't let me ruin your life anymore. I saw how you've been looking at other men. I won't stand in you way."

"Are you sure?" said Wendy.

"Yes. Lets go."

Todd's mind was back, but after being Tara for so long, he though much more like a woman now, his empathy for others being stronger than his selfish wants. But even he was not aware of how much he had changed.

After cleaning up their makeup, they returned to the party, where the girls were dressing up Kate before going on. They had pinned a lacy headpiece to her hair, and were making her put on shoes they had trimmed with white lace.

"They all need to know you're the bride" said Mary.

They had braided each other's hair, put on more makeup than normal, and they were all loosened up from the many drinks (except for Holly, who was pregnant, and skipped the alcohol for the sake of her baby). Now it was time to head out and cut loose!

 

They rode in two minivans to the dance club. However, they were greatly disappointed once they went it: it was decent crowd, but on the dance floor, it was 100% women. Not a guy in sight. They hung out for an hour, drank and danced, but they wanted to get out of there and go somewhere with some action.

They decided to stop at a seedy bar, on the proverbial wrong side of the tracks. Bingo. Other than a couple of floozies at the bar, they were the only women in site. So they were soon flooded with free drinks and offers to dance from desperate lonely drunk men. Perfect.

After they did a round of shots, they started checking out the guys in the bar. One of them wore a cowboy hat and tight jeans. He walked over to the group.

"Would you care to dance?" he asked. He held out his hand towards one woman in particular: Todd.

Wendy watched with amazement as Todd took his hand, smiled, and went out on the dance floor with him. He looked just like a woman, and now he was *acting* like one. It wasn't long before all the girls had a partner, and were dancing.

Wendy caught Todd's eye, and winked. Todd winked back and smiled.

 

Twenty minutes later, Wendy had to use the restroom. Asked Todd to go with her.

"You chicks always have to go in pairs! Why is that?" said the man in the cowboy hat.

"Wouldn't you like to find out!" replied Todd, as Wendy dragged him off with her.

"What are you doing?" asked Wendy, once they were in private behind the door.

"What do you mean?"

"Dancing with the guy like that."

"Well, I'm a woman, aren't I? You have needs. You need someone, and so do I."

"Don't do this for my sake Todd."

"I'm not. This is for my sake. And please, call me Tara. I'm not really Todd anymore, am I?"

"So Todd is gone?"

"No, I'm still here, but I've changed. I'm me, but I *feel* like a girl inside."

"When did this happen?"

"When I danced with Dan. It did something to me Wendy! I realized what I really am, and who I really am now. I am a *woman*. I am Tara. And nothing will ever change that. I love you with all my heart, but now that I don't have a dick anymore, I can't satisfy you. And although I love you dearly, I don't feel any attraction to you anymore."

"But you feel it for Dan?"

"Yes! You understand! I think it is time that we split up, and go our own separate ways. I want to think of you as my sister, and stay close. But it would be the closeness of a female friendship, not as lovers."

Wendy started to cry.

"What's the matter Wendy?"

"What you said...its exactly what *I* feel!"

"See?" said Tara, giving her a hug. "We really *are* like sisters. I love you Wendy."

"And I love you, Tara."

The two women looked at each other and smiled. As a couple, they were done, but they would always be close. They cleaned up, and went out to rejoin the party.

"Come on" said Wendy. "They're still waiting at our table for us."

"Yeah!" said Tara enthusiastically. "Let's go get us some boys."

  

  

  

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