It’s Just Not Possible There’s Laws Against It
by: Diane Sutton 

CHAPTER 1

I can’t believe that I’m writing this telling you about what’s happened to me in what seems to have been just a few months time. It has taken longer for the complete treatment to take effect but I may not have time to relate the whole story they may be watching me as I write this.

I understand that if you’re reading this you might not have a problem with my forced feminization. Heck, you might even wish you were the one to have stumbled into this trap. I would’ve given anything to be reading this story about you instead of writing it as it has happened to me. In time I may be taken so far into this transformation process that I may never regret it happened to me. As of right now I don’t even regret it that much. But then I have no choice in the matter as long as Crystal Sprite is in complete control of my mind.

I’m sure by now you’ve surmised and are well aware of the fact I don’t look like I used to. And I surely don’t feel and think the same anymore. Instead of looking like a normal guy that was 5’8" a little overweight, weighing 182 pounds with a waist just over 34-inches and a great looking beard.

Now when I look in the mirror I look like a female. Well, a girl for the most part and not really bad looking either if I was looking at me from a guys perspective. They’ve feminized me to the extent that I now can’t or won’t go back.

Yeah, I’m still the same height but my figure has changed somewhat. Now it stares back at me when I look in a mirror with what I had always thought would be a most desirable feminine figure. It could be described as 36-24-35. If I had been born female I would have been perfectly content to have these measurements. Now I had them but, I was forced to obtain them and we must not forget I wasn’t born to look like this. It’s not natural I shouldn’t have been forced into this.

Believe me or don’t I’m not stretching anything when I give you these measurements. It may have taken some time and a lot of brainwashing but I can’t begin to explain what the chemicals, hormones and corsets have done to help with the now shapely body I have. And I’m talking without the corset for those measurements. They’re somewhat permanent now although I still wear a corset. I’ve really grown to like the feeling of the constriction around me and the sensuous figure it gives me. And quite frankly I’ve been told I look really sexy in one. It does excite my lover and that pleases me to no end.

I get the waist down another 5 inches when in one of my corsets. Talk about an hourglass figure when you have a 19-inch waist along with the other measurements and you get the picture rather quickly. But I must admit that with a waist that small it tends to put a lot of pressure and stress on me. I normally tighten it down to only 21-inches and feel quite comfortable with it.

Amy makes only custom corsets and she knows just the proper way to cut and fit each item she produces. They (the StorySite authors) sent me to this site called "Wasp Creations" to purchase them. It’s an Internet site that sells quality corsets. I’ve gotten a few from Amy since I started down the path of total feminization. My latest one is a beautiful white bengaline with little flower patterns throughout the fabric it’s the summer corset style with one inch stem. She added embroidered pink lace at the top , bottom, and edging on the stays with a contrasting color in lace. The 6 garters compliment the corset being made with a combination of the bengaline fabric and elastic with the same embroidered lace. She told me it was a lot of work but she new I would appreciate it like that. I just think its adorable and wear it for those special occasions when my lover is with me.

Enough of that for now I don’t know when the next set of mind changing alterations is set to kick in. I hope I can finish this tale of woe before my programming alters me for maybe good. I so very much wish to warn you about this site so you won’t get trapped like me.

They told me they wanted me to know what they did to me so that I could reflect on what I was before and what I am now a little while before they went all the way, whatever that means? They mentioned that this would be the last time I would ever get to remember my former life.

You see I really didn’t plan on any of this it was all forced on me as an unsuspecting reader of their stories.

Yes, you read that right; all I tried to do was to read some story on this site called "StorySite.org." Now that was one huge mistake, the biggest in my life.

Let me start at the beginning or at least as far back as I can recall. I had been searching the Internet with my favorite search engine "Google." I can’t even recall exactly what it was that I was after but that’s part of my problem they brainwashed me and I can only remember bits and pieces of my real past life. I had been doing my search and somehow was brought to this site called "StorySite.org." When I tried to log off the site it wouldn’t let me go off line or even change to another site.

The only thing I was allowed to do was to navigate their site. Now not wanting to log off the internet having always had a hard time getting on due to the extremely poor phone line where I happen to live I decided to look at just what type of site this was.

Turns out that they had a bunch of authors that wrote some type of stories dealing with TG whatever that meant.

Ok, so I figure what the heck I’ll just see if I can at least get to read one of these stories since they refused to let me do anything else, what’s the harm anyway? Besides I was curious about what TG meant.

So now at random or so I think, I pick out some story by someone called Crystal Sprite.

I was always attracted to girls called Crystal, they all seemed to have exceptional beauty and besides it seemed to me that this one apparently runs this site. Her picture is located in the upper left of her site page. Dam she looked good from what I could see. I should have known it, it proves my theory about names and beauty. I reasoned at the time that if it was her site then she would probably have written one of the multitude of stories listed. As I searched the stories I didn’t find more than one Crystal. So, I moved my mouse cursor onto her story listing and brought up her story page.

Crystal apparently had written more than a few stories and I think the story I selected was called something like "I Can’t Go Home Like This." Now I could be wrong since they’re screwing with my mind so much lately I could be wrong about anything.

Thinking about it I could be wrong about this whole story. This might just be my wild imagination and I could be dreaming all this. Yet I don’t feel like I’m dreaming.

Well anyway lest I regress I’ll continue without too many interruptions.

The thing is those so-called fantasy writers of TG stories had gotten together and had apparently started to believe in their own writings and vivid imaginations. What they had done was to formulate some kind of a scheme to entice some unsuspecting straight male into being turned into a feminized he/she or whatever they wanted to call their subject. Can you believe it, the audacity of them?

They had gone back and forth in their private chat room picking out all the characteristics they wanted the specimen to have when they found him. As time would pass if someone came up with another idea they would vote on it to see if they should implement it within their plans.

They apparently went to a lot of trouble and time writing some kind of program that would look for some chump that had never ever gone to any kind of the sex sites or story sites listed on the web. They wanted to show off their egotistical vanities and prove that anyone could be altered in both mind and body without his consent. And they wanted someone who had no desire or inclination toward being feminized.

They must have spent months trying to figure out the proper way to do it. It had been agreed that it would only be a one-time deal just to see if it could be possible to do it. They realized that if the Internet police got onto their scheme that they would all wind up in jail. Yea, like they had something to fear from those bozos.

At least that’s what I have been led to believe. Although now thinking about it I kind of doubt it.

The only way I know any of this is that they implanted this information within my brain with their brainwashing technique. And I would remember it at some later time after they completed their test or shortly before their next phase would start. They would use this phase of their experiment to see if it would work and if it did they would move on to the more ambitious parts of the plan.

What clever little people these authors were and still are. As I started reading the first story they were already starting to do their dirty work.

They somehow with the help of that devilish writer Crystal Sprite who apparently has a huge amount of knowledge about programming inserted some kind of subliminal messages within the text of her story and her internet site itself. The whole site was one big message center set up for ME!

According to what I have been led to believe, it would make whomever they picked as their subject, to receive these messages and no one else.

They implemented the program in such a way that the subject, who turned out to be me, would be forced to gradually (or what they thought would be gradual) change into their fantasy girl. It didn’t take but the first few paragraphs to start the process and after that I was being told exactly what I was to do next.

I didn’t even know what was happening. How was I to know that they could even do such a thing? If I had known I would have shut the dam computer right off and went to sleep.

But Noooooo, I didn’t shut it off I just started to read this fascinating story written by some beautiful girl called Crystal.

I couldn’t stop nor apparently wanted to due in no small part to the messages that were being beamed into my unsuspecting mind. I thought I was really enjoying this story the more I was reading it. I never would have read anything like this on my own but, now I couldn’t stop reading about this young boy who was being turned into a fabulous looking young woman right before my eyes. She was beautiful from what I could read and I wanted to continue reading about her transformation into this creature of beauty.

The more I read the more interested I became in the subject matter, strange I never had wanted or considered looking up any information on the subject of Transsexuals. Now I knew what Transgendered meant, some people used the term Transsexual. But I would forget it as time passed. It wouldn’t matter I would want to become this fantasy of those authors over a period of time. In just a short time my subconscious was instructing me on how to act feminized.

Before I knew it 5 hours had passed and it was getting quite late so I book marked the site on my Netscape program and checked again to make sure that I had done it properly before turning off the computer. I told myself that I sure didn’t want to lose this site. Tomorrow I hoped I would be able to get back on line without much trouble. I felt like I had to find out what was next in store for that sweet little Crystal now that she was starting to get her new acting career together.

For some reason as I was going upstairs to bed I couldn’t wait to get back to my reading. I wasn’t really fond of reading and had always avoided it whenever possible. Not that I couldn’t read all those fancy words or understand them but, it seems that whenever I did find something I liked to read I would sit down and read at a leisurely pace and put a lot of feeling into every word that the author wrote.

I received a great deal more enjoyment from reading like this knowing that the author had intended the reader to savor the story and to become immersed in their tales. Strange, very strange that I should’ve been interested in this particular story and its subject matter.

Going upstairs I made a turn into the bathroom and sat down to relieve myself. Wiping myself with a piece of toilet paper before flushing the toilet. I didn’t even realize that I had not only sat on the toilet seat to do my normal urinating but I had actually wiped myself before getting up. This was something only females did and I had never done this before tonight.

As I got up and moved to the sink to wash my hands I glanced into the mirror above the sink and just stared at the reflection for what seemed like 10 minutes before I realized what the hell was wrong. It seemed like a light switch had just been turned on and everything was illuminated in a bright light.

Looking back at me was a face that I really didn’t recognize, it had this hair on it’s face and what looked like an enormous amount of hair growth on the eyebrows as well, where I just knew it should have been highly arched.

I then noticed that my arms were just as hairy as my face. I had long hairs on them! With that realization the panic really set in. I ran into my bedroom and stripped my clothes off as fast as I could and just stared at the hideous reflection being reflected back at me from the full length mirror.

"Where did all this hair come from?"

Was it really me I was looking at? Maybe someone was playing a joke on me.

As I moved this way and that, I could tell it surely had to be me I was looking at. I knew it was me I was just hoping that it was a dream.

How could I have allowed myself to let this happen when I knew perfectly well that people who saw me must have been laughing at me? When they looked at this girl with all this unnatural hair growth they must have thought that I was some kind of Circus person or something similar that belonged to some traveling Circus. I looked like I belonged under the tent entertaining people who would think of me as a curiosity.

I knew that I had to do something fast and I immediately returned to the bathroom just about at what I would call light speed and started filling the tub with hot water so that I could soak and get this unnatural hideous hair growth off my body.

While the bath was filling I proceeded to get a pair of scissors out of the vanity drawer and started to trim my beard just as fast as I could being careful not to cut myself in the process.

I just couldn’t imagine how this could have happened. Maybe it was some sort of hormone imbalance, yeah that’s it. It must be my hormones. They needed to be brought back into proper balance. For some reason my Estrogen level must have taken a noise dive.

I had once or twice heard that something like this could happen especially when a female went into her menstrual cycle, menopause or some such thing they did.

I would have to do something about that starting tomorrow for sure.

Meanwhile I had trimmed the beard as best I could and proceeded to lather up my face in order to shave off the offending hair that should never have been on my face to begin with.

It was somewhat slow going due to the fact that I had apparently let it grow so long and, I could only get so close with the scissors in order to be able to shave.

As I took the razor and started to draw it over my face it felt like I was scraping off my skin, but I knew that I had to get all the offending hair off as soon as I could.

So I kept at it for as long as it took feeling the tugging on my skin knowing I had no choice in the matter. I kept asking myself why had I let this happen, why would I let this happen? I had no idea and was terribly upset with myself. I just couldn’t fathom how I could get my hair to grow on my face.

Yes, there were some females who did get some growth on their face but this was ludicrous and it was abnormal. No girl should have this much hair growing on her face.

Having done the best I could with what I had, I finished up and turned to see that the bathtub had been filled to almost capacity and I shut off the water and tested it for the proper temperature.

Obtaining more razor blades and my razor along with what shaving cream I had, I proceeded to soak in the water for about 15 minutes. This allowed all the unsightly hair that had mysteriously grown on my body to become somewhat softer, and would allow me to shave much closer and without unduly harming my delicate skin.

I sure didn’t want any more problems than I already had with regards to how I had let my body go this far.

I wasn’t laughing I can tell you that. What kind of girl would laugh at this?

For the entire time it took to soak before I would start to shave I thought about how and why I hadn’t noticed this change in my body, surely it just didn’t happen overnight?

I came out of my thoughts when I realized that I should start shaving. I didn’t want to look like a hairy male for another second if possible.

I started with my legs and I took the shaving cream and shook the can until I had mixed the contents as directed.

I lathered one leg and proceeded to shave remembering not to cut myself and taking my time putting just enough pressure on my beautiful leg with the razor. I knew enough that with the hair on my legs and elsewhere I would be taking much more time and risking many cuts if I did not use extreme care.

Taking my time I slowly started at my foot and drew the razor up my leg. After what turned out to be a very short distance of travel with the blade I stopped.

I just knew that it would be clogged with that hair and I would have to clean the razor so that I wouldn’t be wasting my time trying to shave with a clogged razor. After all, nothing would be cutoff if it weren’t cleaned properly.

After doing the best I could I proceeded to do the other leg using the same method with the shaving cream making sure that it was shaken well before applying it to my leg and taking small strokes cleaning the razor as necessary.

I was constantly changing the blades on the razor, as they seemed to get dull fairly quickly. This being due to my having not shaved in such a long time, as I fully knew I should have been doing all along. This hair growth was totally unreasonable for someone as feminine as me. I was thinking if only I had some Nair or similar product then I could have washed all the hair off.

How? Why, had I let this go on for so long?

Finishing the second leg I moved up to my chest area and in like fashion I shook the shaving cream can and applied another fair amount onto my chest spreading it as evenly as I could. I didn’t know if I would have enough to do the whole job of shaving and I really didn’t like the prospect of using just soap.

This again took more time than I would have liked and the water was starting to cool off. So, I drained some of the water leaving some in and let in some more hot water to bring the temperature back to where it was comfortable for me.

As I moved the razor around my chest trying to get all those unsightly hairs off I suddenly realized that my breasts had become much smaller than what I had thought that they had looked like.

Now I couldn’t understand what exactly was happening to me? Why would my breasts shrink so much? I grant you that they were only what you would consider a size 36B when last I remembered seeing them but, now they appeared to have gone to triple A.

"My God, that’s almost nonexistent!" I said as if someone was listening.

As I had mentioned earlier that little witch Crystal that ran the "StorySite" had been brainwashing me with those subliminal messages from the first time I was forced onto her web page.

Something was definitely wrong here and I was starting to feel inferior by not having the proper figure for a female. After all I was born one wasn’t I?

It just had to be a hormone imbalance. But I was sure that it just didn’t happen overnight. Could it? No, it had to have been going on for some time. Where had I been and what was I thinking about all this time? Why didn’t any of my co-workers tell me about this?

I should have realized that the one noticeable thing to every male or female is that it was obvious a female of my age would have breasts?

Hell, anyone who would look at you could tell you were either a male or female just by your chest area for heavens sake. You can’t hide something like that could you? Where did my breasts go?

Letting go of these thoughts I knew I needed to continue on.

Getting back on track I finished up with my chest and went onto the area of my arms.

My arms had even more hair than my legs had had and I made fast work at cleaning off every bit of the ugly stuff. It sure didn’t belong there either.

My underarms I took a little longer with and before even starting to do them I got up from the bathtub and went to the sink and trimmed as much of the hair as I could with the scissors. God I can’t believe how long that hair was. It must have measured 2-inces maybe longer. "Yuck." Getting back into the tub I finished doing under my arms after putting some lather on them and taking care. Although this area was small I realized it would be easy to cut the skin doing it.

I tried doing as much of my back as I could. The fact is it was very hard to reach around with the razor so I got whatever I could. I just wasn’t that flexible to move my arms to reach every place, so I had to settle for whatever results I could obtain. I was sure I didn’t get it all but I would have to think of another way to do it as I lived alone and I didn’t want anyone to see me with a hairy back anyway.

When I thought I had completed the job I settled back in the tub to relax thinking I had accomplished my task and just wanted to relax somewhat.

Then as if another switch was turned on within my head it dawned on me that I had forgotten to do between my butt cheeks. But surely there couldn’t be much hair there? Surprise, surprise, surprise. I was totally flabbergasted by what I found there.

I just hadn’t realized how much hair could grow in a place like that. It took me quite some time to get this area shaved. I was somewhat more careful of what I did in this area as one, I couldn’t see what I was doing back there, and secondly, I sure didn’t want to cut myself there either.

Now this was really embarrassing, I know no one would have ever seen it but still I do have some modesty. All females do.

Well with that chore finally done now maybe I could really relax before the water would cool again.

While just relaxing for awhile trying to come to terms with what had just transpired I suddenly noticed the huge amount of hair that was floating in the tub. The only thing it was doing was to remind me of the embarrassing amount of hair I had just eradicated form my body. And to top it off some of it was clinging to my now cleanly shaven anatomy.

I lifted myself up and immediately started to drain the water from the tub. As the water was draining I notice that I had missed some spots where the disgusting hair was still persistently sticking out of my skin. Again I proceeded with the routine of shaking the shaving cream can and then applying it to those offending areas.

I shaved all the areas until I got every last blasted hair I could find.

The feeling I got from my now shaven skin had an effect on me that I never had as a man and this was all new to me but of course I didn’t know that. I knew nothing about that prior life at this time.

But with all my hair now gone I felt my skin like I have never felt it. You can’t believe the feeling touching your body with no hair on it has for your senses.

I ran my hands up and down every part of my body trying to find another straggler, but as I did this I was starting to get aroused and stopped before I was done. It’s just not lady like to do these things to yourself I thought to myself.

If you wanted to get aroused you should have someone with you to help I reasoned. Yes, that would then be proper wouldn’t it?

OK, maybe you can arouse yourself especially if you’re reading any of these stories on this story site I had been reading just minutes before.

This is when I noticed what the most important part of every girl should pay particular care to. I no longer had what I would consider the proper bikini line and paid special attention to the area of the genitals.

You know perfectly well that you can’t wear a skimpy 2 piece-Bikini with hair coming out the sides of the lower section of your bikini can you? No you can’t. And even if you don’t get to wear a bikini on the beach or in the pool area you have to consider what you would look like with all the different types of panties that I was sure I had. Some of them were surely tiny. I started to giggle at that statement.

Why did I just do that? I don’t know it just seemed the right thing to do when I made that statement to myself. I never giggled prior to this day. Oh well back to the task at hand.

Now if I thought that it took me a long time to do the area between my butt cheeks then this must’ve taken me twice as long to do. There was no way I was going to cut myself in this delicate area. And no one not even my own compelling desire to obtain the proper look was going to make me move any faster than I was going.

When I was done I had what I thought to be the most wonderful inverted triangle just above my thing down there. Funny though, I didn’t think anything wrong with that thing hanging down there. That seemed very curious to me at the time but what the heck.

It should have been a vagina but for some reason I guess those conniving authors had programmed me to disregard that for the moment, although I did have the feeling and I did think that it shouldn’t look like that. I knew that something was wrong and I would just have to hide this deformity until I could get some sort of fix for it.

Maybe I could cover it up with something that would help to make it look normal? I would have to look into that tomorrow along with the other items I would need.

I didn’t doubt for one minute that someone wouldn’t have developed something to make it look the way it was when I was a younger girl. I’m sure there were others like myself that had gotten sick or had an accident and now required and actually needed something to cover this area.

How in the world could these people function if they were constantly concerned with this hideous deformity? It would be taken care of, that’s for sure. I just knew that with the proper appliance or clothing it would help me to return to my former glory as a female.

Before I got out of the tub I turned on the shower and rinsed off all the hair that was still clinging to my now cleanly shaven body. It felt like tiny pins pricking my body but it sure felt good. I just stood there for a few minutes more than I would have normally reveling in the feeling.

The last thing I did while the shower was still on was to wash my hair and add a conditioner to it. I loved my hair. It was long going down my back to about half way. If I pulled on it when it was wet I could actually get it to go down to the top of my butt. But when dry it would be wavy with a hint of curls and only reach down to half of my back. The waves may have been due to the fact that when I was out in public I always had it tucked under my shirts with elastic bands holding it. That may be why it had these gorgeous waves. The elastic bands acted like curlers and put the waves into my hair.

I remembered I had been letting it grow for years and didn’t want to cut it. No one I knew really had any idea just how long it really was because I had it always tucked into my shirts. No, that should have been tucked into my blouses. Yes, that’s better.

I missed out on the long hair craze back some 15 years earlier. At that time I was exceptionally shy, still am but back then I couldn’t get up the nerve to let it grow. Now that I had aged somewhat and matured I did what I wanted and felt the heck with what everyone else thought. I kept it clean and in a ponytail and never showed it to anyone anyway.

As I stood in the bathtub I now realized the water hadn’t gone down the drain as fast as it should have. How could it with that much hair clogging up the strainer?

Shutting off the water and getting out of the tub I took whatever hair had accumulated at the drain and put it all into the wastebasket. I couldn’t believe just how much hair had accumulated at the drain and hoped that I could control my growth of body hair so that I would never have to do that kind of shaving again.

I grabbed the towel from the towel rack and started to dry my body. Starting with my feet I patted my legs dry and continued to pat all my body gently with just enough contact to absorb all the water. I would have generally rubbed myself dry from the top down but now I was doing it the way I thought I should have always dried myself.

Finishing that I wrapped the towel around my hair so that it would absorb the excess water that I knew I would have from my long hair. As I was doing all this I thought about what I would have to do from this point on in my life. After a short time I released my hair from it confines and let it tumble over my shoulders. I then picked up my hairbrush and gently stroked it trying not to pull any out whenever I got to a tangle. The conditioner did a wonderful job in keeping my hair free from tangles but I could always find some little knots and would constantly keep a vigilant lookout for them. I couldn’t afford to keep pulling out my hair now could I?

I kept thinking that as soon as I could I would have to have my hormone level checked that would have to be the problem. I hoped it wouldn’t be anything more than that or anything else serious.

I went to the mirror and wiped off the steam that had accumulated on the glass and took another look at myself. My hair look thin but it was long and I liked the color. When I was young it was a natural blonde but now as I had gotten older it turned to it’s present brunette color.

This time I could see a vast improvement but noticed I still could do a better job with my facial hair and re-lathered my face with the last remaining shaving cream I had in the can.

Using my last new blade I proceeded to do a much better job of removing the hair from my face and I got a much closer cut. It was probably due to all the soaking in the tub that had allowed me to get this much better of a result. I would have to remember that for next time. What am I saying next time? I don’t want another next time. I want my old body back MY female body back.

Looking back at me now in the mirror was a somewhat better looking person than I had looked at just an hour or so ago. I knew that I wouldn’t let that ever happen again, as this look was far superior than that hairy ape that I had seen earlier.

I studied my face now and kept looking to see what was wrong with it. I knew that something was lacking and I couldn’t put my finger on it right away. It took me sometime but then like before a switch seemed to go on and I knew immediately what it was.

It was those blasted billowing eyebrows. Yes, that was it. I had forgotten to do something about my bushy eyebrows. Well no time like the present time to do something with them. I had this compulsion nagging at me that I had to do something with them right away and not wait for the morning.

I knew that when I plucked them to my more natural high arched shape that the surrounding area would redden somewhat and may even swell with the amount I had to remove. If I did them now, by morning the reddening and whatever swelling would go down.

Strange I knew all these things and continued to think like I should have this type of knowledge.

Now of course I understand it was the subliminal messages woven into the story I had been reading. They were very effective and very thorough I really must complement Crystal on her ability to do such a grand job. I highly doubt that anyone of the other authors has her skill but I just can’t be sure. Maybe they do.

But let me get back to my tale before the programmed brainwashing takes affect again. I don’t know when it will kick in, and I have so much to relate about my transformation into the opposite sex.

I turned my attention to the vanity and checked a few drawers until I found what I was looking for. I knew I had tweezers but the ones I found weren’t my eyebrow tweezers. I continued to look until I had exhausted all possibilities of where they could be. Looking at the ones I had found I realized that they must have been in the draw unused for some time. They had rust on the portion of them that formed the pinch points of the tweezers. God, they looked like they haven’t been used for years. I wondered how long it was since anyone had used these.

Having no choice but to use them I just dutifully cleaned the areas where they would come together when squeezed. I needed something done tonight.

Even though I wanted another pair of tweezers I went to work on doing what I could. I wound up doing the best that anyone could under the circumstances. As I looked at the finished job I was actually proud of how I now looked. I knew that a professional would be able to do a much better job but, with the vast improvement I felt much more feminine and somewhat pretty. I would have to obtain another pair of brow tweezers when I went out shopping tomorrow.

It just dawned on me at that time I had had no intention of going anywhere tomorrow let alone shopping. Now for some reason I knew that I wanted to. No, now I needed to would be more like it.

Strange how ones mind forgets about these little things. I sure hope it’s not one the memory loss diseases that have been causing my problems.

After thinking about this for a while I realized that I should rub something into the area I had just tweezed and located some ointment in the medicine cabinet. It did hurt as I had plucked all the hairs from my eye brows and indeed the redness was evident.

As I rubbed the now red area of my now arched eyebrows I marveled at the simple effect of just removing a few hairs have on a face.

I also had this overriding compulsion to use some moisturizer on my body and found a bottle of Vaseline Intensive Care lotion in one of the cabinets located in the bathroom. It was a new water-resistant kind I had recently picked up at the store and had really never used it. I originally purchased it due to the fact that I worked with cleaning fluids on my job and would come home with dry and chaffed hands as part of my normal job routine.

Putting away all the items that I had taken out which I had needed to get me back into what would be a presentable looking girl, I disposed of all the razor blades and empty shaving cream can. None of these things were of any use now. I had dulled all the blades, and I would have to purchase more tomorrow.

I walked back to the bedroom now as I felt much better and saw no need to run like I had when I had went from the bedroom to the bathroom. What a relief that was to just casually walk to the room now.

I sat on the bed and poured some lotion into my hands and worked it into my now silky smooth legs. God, it felt good to rub it in. There were a few areas that gave me a little stinging feeling but for the most part it felt good to again be rubbing something into my body. I couldn’t remember the last time that I did this but I knew that it was something I used to do regularly.

I just couldn’t understand why I had ever stopped doing this; my skin surely needed the moisturizer. I wouldn’t let this happen again if I could help it. I was a female and all females did this if they had any consideration for their bodies. And I was a female.

Why I was constantly reminding myself of this fact is beyond me. I know I’m a female.

I again made a mental note that I would have to get something that smelled a little more fragrant tomorrow.

Having completed moisturizing my body I stood up and approached the full-length mirror located on the wall of the bedroom. I had two mirrors in this room and if you stood in just the right spot you could see your reflection in both of them at the same time.

I took another long look at myself and saw a much better looking girl staring back at me than I had seen just a hour or so before. Back then I had looked like a freak, a male if I may say so. At least now I appeared to look 100% better than that first shocking look that I had. And I did appear to look a little more feminine now. Believe me if you never went through what I had just went through you will never comprehend the depression and humiliation associated with looking like a freak. I hope you never look like I did. Yes, I did look heavy and I no longer had the hourglass look I had been so proud of but if I tried I could get it back in time.

Now looking at myself I noted that something else was missing. There seemed to be something I had missed and I really started to think what it could be. About this time I felt like someone turned on another one of those pesky switches. My head cleared and I knew exactly what the problem was.

I needed some perfume or something. Every girl should smell good. It comes with the territory and it was the proper thing for every young woman. No, actually it was mandatory that every young woman should smell good. How else would you excite the opposite sex? I mean even if they weren’t looking at you, if they smelled your aroma that emanated from you they would be bound to take notice of you. And that is what we all want isn’t it I rationalized. Even other women would notice you when you walked by with perfume on.

I turned and started to look around and found nothing, no perfume, and no after-shave.

When I was in my male form or what I perceived as a male form I had never used the stuff. Now I wanted something no I retract that I needed something, I had to have something. And I needed it now! Not tomorrow that’s for sure.

Getting desperate I just had to do something or I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight.

I went to the closet and after some time I found some Johnson’s baby powder. Well that would have to do and I then went to the bed and sat on the edge where I started to put it all over my now slick and smooth body.

Boy talk about a silky feeling, I couldn’t believe the sensations I was getting as I applied this stuff. I never in my life had felt so feminine or aroused as this was making me feel. And to top it off the smell of the powder was just what I needed for the moment. The fragrance was something I had never really given much thought to before as I only used the stuff when I had some chaffing or whatever.

I felt like I was in heaven as I gently rubbed the white powder over my skin I didn’t miss a spot and the more I used the hotter I was getting.

Girl you can’t believe the sensation I had when I came to the area between my legs. I was getting so hot that my breathing was now coming in faster gulps as I gingerly rubbed the area. I had never felt like this before, I had to force myself to stop or I was sure I was going to have an accident and that was something I wanted to save for my lover whoever that would be.

Wow, I said that? What was I thinking of? I don’t know where these thoughts keep coming from? I can’t ever remember thinking like this before.

After calming down from that incredible high I thought that I would never ever be aroused like that again. That felt like a one time event. And it would never get any better.

Now I deciding that I had accomplished all that was required of me. I finally felt it was time for bed and I sure was tired after this seemingly bazaar day. I got off the bed where I had wound up laying down due to the wonderful manipulations of my hands.

I walked somewhat unsteadily to my dresser still feeling the effects of the last few minutes and opened the top drawer expecting to find my lingerie and other feminine clothes.

"What happened to all my clothes?"

I couldn’t find anything. There were no panties, bra’s or camisoles and I couldn’t find any hose either. Not one thing could I find to sleep in either. I know that I should have had something available. Where were my beautiful night gowns? I had to have some clothes. The only things I found were male clothes. Nothing in the closets either.

I literally tore the place apart to no avail. I felt so miserable at this point I just sat on the edge of the bed. I considered all the events that had happened within just a couple of hours and no matter what I did I couldn’t come up with anything reasonable as to explain all that had transpired to this point.

How could I or why would I have gotten rid of all my clothes? And then have the audacity too fill every drawer in the dresser with male clothes is beyond me.

All that I could find were male clothes. The drawers were filled with all sorts of yucky male clothes. And those disgusting boxer shorts in cotton were unbelievable. How could I have worn anything like that and given up my silky lingerie that I desperately needed and wanted. No girl in her proper mind would give that up.

My thoughts then turned to my clothes that I had worn today and had hastily removed from my body when I first realized what had happened to me. I immediately scrambled to look for at least my panties but all I found was those same cotton boxer shorts that men wear.

Something was definitely wrong with this situation and I wasn’t going to put up with it. For now I would have to just go to bed naked and try to forget this. I would have this fixed tomorrow when I went shopping. I was at a loss and very confused.

Of course I couldn’t remember I had begun to sir come to the subliminal messages.

To think that I had been wearing those things all this time. And how could I have gotten rid of all my pretty clothing? Do you know how much it costs to have a decent wardrobe? It’s just inconceivable to think that I allowed this to happen.

This didn’t make any sense at all. No way this was going to continue, I had had enough and as soon as I had looked into that mirror the first time after having turned off my computer and going upstairs. What was going on all this time with me? It was somewhat frightening and sure as hell was strange. Maybe I should see a doctor about this? It must be my estrogen level. I have to get it back up to where it belongs. It just seemed like I was in some kind of twilight zone.

I knew I had to revert back to my feminine ways as soon as I could. I didn’t want to live like a man, who would after being a female all her life? How could any girl give up the feel of silk and nylon and all the finery that was available to her. There wasn’t going to be anything to stop me from my goal to become the female I knew I should be and had been. If I had too I would get help for sure. Maybe I should see a doctor in the morning if I can get an appointment? I must have a gynecologist; I’ll have to look in my phone book for her number.

Now we must not forget unbeknown to me was the subliminal information I obtained while at my computer, reading that story by Crystal Sprite. It was working overtime and better than even any of those scandalous authors had hoped it would. And I had no way of stopping it, as I didn’t even know what was even happening to my mind.

Little did I realize or even care at this point but things were just at their beginnings. I would find out later on as time passed about the other changes that I would have to endure. But, with that programming that Crystal had been adding to her stories I didn’t care nor even concern myself with anything other than what they were requiring me to think, feel and do. I was being programmed and I couldn’t help but love it, at least after the hair was removed.

Feeling nothing out the ordinary and just happy to have figured out that I didn’t look right and had the time to fix it before it got too far out of hand was something I felt better about. Tomorrow would be different: I would get back into my old habits and take care of myself like any normal girl should.

Before going to bed I picked up the male clothes that I had tossed on the floor earlier that day and folded and put them away. Even if I hated looking at or wearing them I knew I should tidy up before going to sleep.

I slowly climbed under the covers making sure I swung both my legs under the covers together. When I finally had decided there was nothing else I could do at this time I let myself fall into a fitful sleep all the time dreaming of myself when I was a young girl and growing up without any sister or brother. It was just so lonely back then I was somewhat relieved when in my dream I realized that I knew that when I would grow up I would find someone who I could relate to and talk to, someone who would care for me.

Yes, it would only be a matter of time until I would reach womanhood and find someone to talk to about all my concerns that I was having as a young girl. That’s the last I remembered as I went deeper into my sleep and I would remember nothing more of my dreams when I awoke the next day.

I had no idea that during my sleep that that insidious programming was doing it’s thing and slowly turning me more and more into what those writer’s thought would be their dream creation. They wanted me feminized to the fullest extent they could. My mind would absorb everything they put in it and would also be receptive to any input by other females with regards to becoming more feminine.

I would become a transsexual girl who would in the end do anything to become a fully functional female and loving mate to whomever they decided was to be my mate.

Oh yes, if at the time I had only had known this I would have smashed that dam computer and would never looked at one again.

I’m sure now that they would be monitoring my progress and adding more items to my subconscious as I continued to morph into God knows what.

How could they do this, wasn’t there some sort of law against this?

 

 

CHAPTER 2

I awoke to a somewhat dark and dreary day and there was a chill in the house due in no small part to my having set the thermostat to about 60 degrees. I was trying to save a little energy and yes some money. But when you live in upstate New York in November it can get very cold at night. At 60 degrees you may not think it’s cold but you definitely feel the chill.

I sat up in bed remembering what had transpired the other day. But before I could think for too long about it that switch clicked in again in my head and I disregarded whatever I was just thinking about.

I got off the bed swinging my legs off the bed in unison and went directly to the closet and found a flannel shirt to put on. I looked and could see that there were no robes. Well what would a guy be doing with a robe anyway, and that’s how I had been dressing like wasn’t it?

Walking to the bathroom I immediately lifted the cover on the toilet and sat down on the seat to relieve myself. Doing my business I reached for the paper towels and took a small piece in order to wipe myself dry.

Getting up and closing the cover I flushed it and went to the sink to wash my hands and face. Boy that water was cold, and the temperature in the house had not come up to normal yet. The control was set for 9:00 to turn up the heat and it was only 6:30.

Wow, I normally don’t get up this early, but I wasn’t about to go back to bed I had a lot to do. Later when I went downstairs I reset the timer to have the heat come on earlier.

I brushed my teeth and took another look at myself before going back to the bedroom to see what I had to wear for the day. Being Saturday I wouldn’t have to report to work until Monday.

I took the time to look in the full-length mirror again. Now that I had had a full nights sleep and had done my best to make myself more feminine last night I looked somewhat happier.

I really couldn’t believe the shape I was in. No breasts got my attention right away. I would not have believed it possible that I could go from my former size 36B to a triple A. It sure wasn’t due to a diet, not the way I looked. I had to be over 180 lbs.

Just look at that reflection staring back at me.

Flab, yep flab was what I was looking at and absolutely no shape. At least no female male shape as I could tell. It was just like looking at a body that was 36-38-36. God; I must have stared now for 4 minutes trying to figure where my hourglass figure went to. I would have to do something quick about this. Diet, yep, exercise yep, anything short of surgery I hoped but needed to get me back in shape then even that.

The chill of the house finally brought me back to reality and I knew it was time to get dressed. Nothing appealed to me in any of the drawers or the closets and since I couldn’t find any of my panties or hose I decided to wear just jeans and a shirt, along with some socks and a pair of sneakers that seemed to fit this misfit body I now had.

I was thinking about going to the kitchen and getting something to eat when that switch went off again in my head and instead I went to the computer.

I turned on the unit and waited for it to go through its warm-up process. When the Windows screen finally came up I typed in my password for my Internet server and hoped that I could get a connection on these blasted telephone lines.

Today must have been a slow day for the people handling the connections or whatever and I got on pretty fast.

Before I logged on to anything I went to the edit button at the top of the screen and clicked on it. Then going down to the bottom I clicked on to the Preferences button then did the same when the next screen came up I went to Advanced. I looked to where the cookies section was and turned on my cookies so that they would be always on.

I never did like to have that feature on, as I really didn’t understand it except from what I heard from some friends that if it were on then when you log onto any net site they would know who you were. It sounded like big brother to me and I wanted no part of it. Why would they want to know when YOU are on the system anyway?

Finishing that task I looked to see if my bookmark for "StorySite" was still there. Yes, it was and I moved the cursor to the bookmark to get me to that site.

I went right back to the story I had been reading, eager to see what was next in store for my lovely Crystal. I guess you would call her the heroine of the story if you wanted to romanticize about it.

I never hesitated for a second when I turned on the computer, I knew I had to turn on the cookies and then go directly to "StorySite" and start my reading assignments.

The thing was that it was exactly what was programmed for me to do in the morning after going to the bathroom. I had no idea. I thought this would just be normal for me.

I voraciously read the next two chapters about Crystal’s continuing saga. I felt that I was this enchanting boy, no I mean girl. After all that’s what she was becoming according to the story line. She was charming and I could only wish that I could be lucky enough to be in her high heels.

These two chapters would not only enforce the programming I had received the other day but they added a few more things that would help me on my voyage to the other side.

You see Crystal and her fellow conspirators knew with all their prior experiences writing their fiction stories just how to handle me. They firmly believed that they would be able to move me along at just the right pace. And now it helped them to see just how much I was progressing due to the fact I had turned on my cookies. They would be able to send me the subliminal messages and see if I was following the instructions they had given me imbedded within the stories I was to continue to read. That and other means would be put into use before they were done with their experiment.

Looking at it now while I still can before they turn the switch back on, and I loose all memory of what happened to me I can say that they could’ve made a fortune with this process. But they’re probably going to use it to turn more guys into Transsexuals so they can continue to have a receptive audience for their fiction writings. Well maybe it won’t be fiction for long, it could just turn out to be non-fiction writings. Yes I can see the possibilities for that clearly.

I’m sorry let me return to my real problem as I haven’t much time left.

After reading those two chapters I looked at the time displayed at the bottom of the screen and saw that it was much too early to go shopping.

I returned to the screen and brought up my bookmarks again. I scrolled down to my "Google" search engine. When it came up on the screen I typed in "Castle Supply."

I have no idea why I did that. I did like to look at pictures of Castles and I had always enjoyed documentaries and films that had them in the programming. I enjoyed reading and watching about Mid Evil times like that. Maybe that was the reason I typed that in.

The search engine brought up as usual hundreds of sites if not thousands. But at the very top of the page was: Castle Supply Home Page Welcome to Castle Supply…We proudly present unique products for Transgendered to allow the…

I instinctively knew that that was what I was looking for. Crystal had programmed it into my mind along with some other interesting sites that I would be going to in relatively short order.

Clicking on the site name, it brought me to their welcome page and gave a brief disclaimer as most sites do. I didn’t even read it I just moved my mouse cursor to the Enter Here and left clicked on it.

I could not believe the photos that came up as the screen filled. You would have to see it to believe it. I really mean it.

They had these realistic looking Vagina’s that they were calling V-Strings along with a bunch of other products. They even had a picture at the bottom right side of the product lineup with something called Menstrual Blood Kit.

God, I had thought that I could find something to help cover my deformity but I had never given any consideration that someone would come up with something like this.

I scrolled down and noticed they had included on their page something about video clips of the SHEATH WITH URINATING BLADDER. I just had to see what they were talking about.

Yes, I did download the files and sure enough it looked almost real to me. Unbelievable was all I could get out of my mouth. It was just wide open looking at the video clips of this amazing piece of latex. I giggled out loud when I thought of what some male would do to have a girl’s vagina like us girls had from birth. But, it really was something that I would have to have until my body regained its proper hormonal balance and would be transformed back to my natural female state.

I didn’t even look at anything beyond this. I knew that until I was healed down between my legs and could find out what had happened to me over the last few months I would need this product.

I went to the order section for the Sheath with Urinating Bladder V-String Vagina and was about to place my order when I noticed I would have to use a credit card in order place the order.

I retrieved my wallet from the powder room that was only 15 feet away from my computer. I always put it there whenever I came in to the house so I wouldn’t have to carry it in my back pocket. I never liked that lump in my rear pocket.

Opening it I took out my credit card thinking I would place my order and get back to my next task for the day.

Again? I can’t believe it! The name on the credit card was for Ronnie Lewis. My name is Diane Lewis, what was going on here. Not only had I gotten rid of all my pretty clothes I apparently had changed my credit card to some male name.

I hadn’t hesitated one second I knew my new name was Diane. The "StorySite" authors had apparently had a vote and selected it for me; it was no problem for Crystal to insert it into my programming.

Somehow Crystal had found some way to make this subliminal information take affect faster than anyone had ever managed before. With just a few of the messages to appear to my subconscious it was there to stay. Like permanently without a hope for reversal.

I knew that I could use this credit card even with the name that was on it. But I wanted a card of my own with MY name on it. No way was I going to make a purchase with a card in someone else’s name if I could help it. Thinking fast I looked on the back of the card and found in tinny little writing a phone number for service.

I book marked the site I was on and verified I had done so properly before I hung up the phone. You can’t tell with my phone company what’s going to happen when you log off my computer, it’s that quirky.

Having succeeded in book marking the site I hung up and called the number on the credit card.

Some really hunky-sounding guy answered the phone he said his name was Brad and told me that the call may be monitored. That I knew was standard practice and it didn’t bother me at all.

I told him I would like to put my sister on my credit card as a member of my family and would like the credit card company to authorize it immediately. He asked me her name and I told him Diane Lewis and mentioned that she lived at the same address as I did so that there should be no problem with what I requested.

He said to please wait and he would be right back with me. Some music started playing and just as I was starting to hum along with the song while taking some of my hair and twirling it with my fingers he broke back on the line. He went over the information I had given him to verify it was correct. After that short conversation he informed me that all the information was now in their computers and that Diane could use the credit card whenever she desired. I thanked him and wished him a good day before hanging up the phone.

I was so fascinated by his voice that I almost wanted to ask him if he was married or engaged. Sometimes I would hear some guy talk and look at him and wonder what was beneath the exterior. You know what I mean, get to know him.

Girl, what am I saying? I wouldn’t have said anything like that two days before this. I’m very shy, you know that, I told you that earlier. Something’s wrong here and I have no idea what it is. I just giggled again.

Boy I was relieved that it went so smoothly. I was a little worried that he would ask for a social security number and I wouldn’t have been able to give him mine as that was already in his files for the listing of Ronnie Lewis. I felt great I couldn’t have asked for more. I was as they would say one happy camper.

At that thought I giggled to myself again. Funny I didn’t think I had giggled much before. Another very strange development. And things would only get worse or better depending on your point of view. I couldn’t give my opinion I had no idea what I was doing or why. My world was being turned inside out and I was oblivious to the fact.

I stopped twirling my hair and logged back onto the Internet to re-establish my connection to "Castle Supply." I clicked on the order page and started to fill out the order form.

What did they mean hair color, style, and size?

I was so intrigued with the videos that I didn’t even take the time to look at these pages. I would have to go back to see just what was available.

I got up from the computer and found the cloth measuring tape that was near the sewing machine that the last owners of my house had left. They didn’t want the machine due to the fact they were moving overseas. I had used the tape measure before so I found it without any wasted time.

The tape measurement would have to be somewhat lower on my body from what I had been used to taking it from. I would have normally taken my waist measurement about an inch above my navel. Now I would have to take it at least 1 inch below my navel to get a proper fit for the V-String.

No way I stammered when I realized the size. Suffice to say it wasn’t anywhere near what I would have hoped it would be. I was fat, if I read that blasted tape measure correctly. Diet was all I was thinking at that point maybe liposuction.

Putting down the tape measure I was suddenly beginning to hate it. I quickly made my decision as to the size of the V-String. I would order the medium, after all the sizes they offered overlapped somewhat and I was going to loose a LOT of weight as soon as I could. Color would be Dark brown with the number 4 hairstyle. That would allow me to wear my pretty skimpy bikini when I purchased one. And besides it was the closest to what I had had before my body had taken a turn for the worst. And I wanted to purchase my new lingerie and panties and would have to consider all the different styles, as I had always liked to have all the styles I could get. But mostly I really enjoyed the skimpy sexy ones the most. They would always make me feel the most feminine that I could be with the delicate lace woven throughout the material and the satin or silk as it would come in contact with my skin.

I filled out the order form fairly quickly with the proper information I now had and filled in the details for my credit card. Looking it over to make sure everything was correct I moved the mouse cursor over to the send button and placed my order.

That wasn’t so bad, I hated the fact that I would be forced to wear something like that but what were the options? I didn’t see any and I did what I had to do. I would live with it for as short a time, as I would have to. Those authors at "StorySite" had other plans but some of them were balking as they had differing views as to what methods they wanted to use and they had decided to go this route.

They were debating how to progress and just how far they could take someone by using the messages they were implanting in my head. Some members were skeptical. But at no time did they consider their perverted thoughts, as being too far out. And it seemed that none of them gave a dam about the consequences of what they were doing. Not one had a feeling of guilt.

I’m sure they reveled in their accomplishments to this point in time. They probably never would have believed that they could have gone so far so fast with their plans. Hell, I wouldn’t believe it either if someone tried to tell me this story and the time it has taken to get someone to change this much in this short of a time span.

I looked at the time on the screen in the lower right hand corner and saw it was still much too early to go shopping, so I again brought up my search engine. I typed in "Transformation UK."

Within a second it had brought up a huge list of items. Again the top site was what I wanted. The programming I had received from my prior reading from the "I Can’t Go Home Like This" story had done its job again.

This site was a little different than the last one. I’m sure that there was a lot of information on this site but for some reason I could only see those items that I had been programmed to see. Everything else I would be oblivious to.

The first thing I was required to do was go to the bottom of the page and I clicked on the Feminizing Hormones, after that I proceeded to click on one or two more pages of the site. I didn’t know what I had ordered. All I knew was that I had placed an order for some items that I needed. The only information I was allowed to remember was that it was what I needed and had to have in order to fix my improper hormone balance.

I didn’t even book mark the site. I had not done so with the prior site as with the story site but this one I was not required to do, nor was I to apparently go back to it unless the "StorySite" authors deemed it necessary. All I know is everything was going to be all right and I felt a warm feeling come over me after I had apparently placed the order. Feeling good was the reward for doing my required tasks.

I looked at the time again. In what I thought was a relatively short time span more than an hour had passed. I couldn’t explain it but it had to be associated with my other problems. I was sure it all tied together because I couldn’t explain what even happened to me these past few months.

As for a doctor I had wanted to consult about my condition I no longer had the desire or felt the need to go to one. If I was in my right mind I would have run naked if I had to in order to fix this problem but something now was telling me I wouldn’t need any medical help and to put it completely out of my mind.

Having finished with my computer for the time being I closed it all down and went into the kitchen for some to eat.

I went right to the refrigerator and was about to take out some pancake batter I had made the day before when I stopped cold in my tracks.

What was I doing? I was on a diet and I wasn’t going to be eating much of anything until I would loose the required weight.

I looked for some salad but there seemed to be nothing. Wherever I looked there were all fattening foods. I wouldn’t be eating that stuff for some time to come if I was to loose the weight.

I settled for a cup of tea with a packet of Equal to sweeten it. No milk or any honey would be allowed. Just tea, salad, dry toast and just maybe a few other items that would help with the reduction of weight. I would look into diet foods and see what was available from now on for me until the weight comes off. I was to find out later that not even coffee or carbonated diet soda would be allowed. Something about the caffeine and carbonation that would effect the estrogen level. Even the normal tea would eventually be ended. I would have a special tea to take along with some pills that would help with my breast development.

I took a cup from the counter top and a tea bag from the decanter, which was in the cabinet above the sink. Next to the decanter was a box with the sweetener so I took a package of that also. I went over to the bottled water dispenser and put hot water in the cup from hot water side of the unit.

Sitting down at the table I went over in my mind what I would have to pick up at the stores I would be going to today. As I made a mental list of what I needed I couldn’t believe the things I had to get. I should’ve had all this stuff at home. The only things I had found were those yucky male clothes. And when I had been looking for the ointment for my eyebrows I noticed I didn’t even have my feminine hygiene products. I can’t believe I don’t have any Kotex Ultra Thin panty liners. They were my favorite brand and I just didn’t understand how I had handled my menstrual cycle with out any. The only rational explanation is that I had just run out of them and was going to get some the next time I went shopping. Regardless of how I had been dressing I would have had to use them when my time of month came didn’t I?

By the time I had finished my tea I decided it would be better if I went to relieve myself before I went shopping, as most of the stores don’t have facilities available if I needed to go. But the real reason was I was so ashamed of my deformity between my legs that if someone should see it I would be so embarrassed I would probably start crying and wouldn’t be capable of stopping. Something in the back of my mind told me I had to be somewhere by 11:30 and it was now close to 9:30.

I took my cup to the sink and washed it then dried it before putting it back in its rightful place. You should always do the dishes as soon as you can so that they don’t pile up on you in the sink. Especially when you don’t have one of those automatic dishwashers. I turned and looked at the table and then glanced at the entire room. It needed some organization that was for sure. Not that it looked bad but a woman’s touch was definitely needed. I would have to attend to this later. Now the most compelling thing was to get out and do my shopping but first it was the bathroom for me.

Going upstairs into the bathroom I lifted the seat cover pulled down my jeans and sat down on the seat to do my thing. Finishing I pulled some paper off the roll next to the toilet and wiped myself dry.

Pulling up my jeans gently since I had no underwear on at all I wanted to be careful not to catch anything in the zipper. I turned and lowered the seat cover and reached for the handle and flushed the toilet. I waited a little to make sure that the little thingamajig in the top bowl didn’t hang up.

I had some trouble with it since I had moved into the house a few months ago. I had transferred from one of the companies other plants to New York and I was somewhat rushed to find a suitable house to move into. I wasn’t complaining mind you it was a lovely house not too big but somewhat larger than the houses in the surrounding area. To tell the truth I had been working 16-hour shifts and I hadn’t had the time to really look at the place too much.

The thingamajig seemed to be working in the top bowl today so I went over to the sink and cleaned my hands. I looked at my reflection and wished I had at least some lipstick but there was nothing. I must have tossed all my makeup out. That was stupid of me but looking at me the way I looked the other day I wouldn’t put it past me to have done it. After all I had to have tossed out all my other things also.

The only thing I could do was brush out my hair the best I could. As I took the brush and started to stroke along my beautiful long hair I stopped. I was stunned to see that I now had a receding hairline and that I was starting to thin out quite a bit on the top of my head. What happened to my full head of hair? This was like the last straw so to speak and I started crying uncontrollably. I sat down on the edge of the bathtub and let it all out. I had been so proud of my hair before. It wasn’t all gone, but I sure had a noticeable amount gone. I just had no idea what I was going to do for this predicament. I was still crying when I got up again and looked at myself again. I just stared at myself until my eyes ran dry.

Pulling myself back together I tried my best to make it look less noticeable. If I had a scarf and curlers I would’ve maybe put the curlers in and put the scarf on to make it look like I was setting it so that when I went out if wouldn’t show.

I had no choice but to do my best and again brushed it as best I could to give it the appearance of being fuller and more feminine than it really was. I would have to give this a LOT of thought as to my best course of action as the day progressed. For now I had to get out and do my shopping. Even if I didn’t want to go out with my hair looking like it did, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself with the programming that was running unbridled through my mind. Crystal was very good at her craft and I was given no chance of refusal for whatever she wanted me to do.

When I was done I walked downstairs to the powder room and picked up my keys for the car and house. I went back to the computer to get my wallet and looked at it and decided I would have to get a new one. This one was not what a girl would use and I was a girl even if I did look a little masculine. I knew what I was and that was enough for me for now. I turned and picked up the jacket lying on the chair near the door and put it on.

As I opened the door and stepped outside, the sun was up by now and the sky was a beautiful blue like you would expect to see in an area as remote as this. With not much industry in this portion of up state New York the pollution had a tendency to bypass the whole area. I was told that it was because of the mountain ranges and the currents the air took. But one thing was for sure in November in this part of the state it was sure cold at times in the mornings.

Locking the door I went to the garage using the remote control to open the garage door, as I entered the garage I opened the door to the car. I sat on the seat and swung my legs in as would be proper for a girl before closing the door. The next thing I did was move the rear view mirror and looked at my reflection to make sure I looked presentable. After passing my inspection I returned the mirror to the proper position. I started the car backing the car out of the garage and started down my tree-lined driveway. A short distance was the main road. Not many houses were in this area and the next neighbor was maybe a ¼ mile away.

I couldn’t believe the price I paid for this place when it was offered for sale. It was half the price of any house of comparable quality where I had originally came from. The only reason I was given for this was the remoteness of the house. I just loved it and as far as that was concerned, I had always dreamed of someday having something like it if I could afford it. Now I had it and I was in heaven and completely satisfied except for the blasted toilet thingamajig.

The house consisted of 3 large bedrooms, one of them being a rather extra large Master bedroom complete with walk in closets attached bath with a built in Jacuzzi. Besides that it had a good-sized fireplace and French doors leading out to a small patio. The only reason I had not moved into this room was that when the people who had sold the house they had left all the furniture. Since they would be moving out of the country for a 4-year period they wouldn’t be needing it. And with the surrounding area being quite sparse of homes and people they couldn’t sell it readily. The way the room was furnished I didn’t feel comfortable sleeping in it.

Being one not to take advantage of a good situation I had offered to purchase the furnishings for an extra $3,000, which they gladly accepted to my surprise. The only thing about this one room that had bothered me was the look of it. I would have described it as being feminine to the extreme. Everywhere you looked it exuded the sense that it was for a female and males should stay out unless you were invited in. The bed itself was a rather large four-poster with a hanging canopy like you would have seen in Europe in the 1800’s. The posts were ornately carved by the looks of it by hand. The head board was also engraved with a scene depicting of girls happily playing in what looked like a field. It had beautiful delicate fringe and embroidery around the edges of the canopy and the bed spread was pink satin with satin sheets and pillow cases. The pillow cases also had matching fringe and embroidery on them. Sitting on the bed in the middle of it was a lovely doll that I figured must have belonged to their daughter. Don’t get me wrong it was all beautifully done.

The furniture was top notch as far as I could tell but the colors and style of all the furnishings and wall coverings was not what any full-blooded male would have been happy with. On one side of the room was a large book case that contained maybe 20 dolls. Each one apparently had come from a foreign country and must have been representative of that particular country. Each was dressed in costumes indigenous to the country of origin. To be honest when I had first seen these dolls I mentioned to the prior owners that I thought they were exquisite and had made a few comments about the details of the workmanship they seemed to have.

They must have been impressed with my comments I made and decided that I would take care of them. So they left them with me instead of selling them.

What I had planed on doing was to use one of the other large bedrooms and eventually move that furniture to this one and repaint and paper the walls to my liking. This never happened as I was working the 16-hour work shifts seven days a week.

The other rooms in the house were the standard fair with the exception of the media room and the large game room. And that room doubled as a family room with a wet bar and large fireplace, this could lend itself to hosting quite a few partygoers. The only other room that could be considered as significant was the wine cellar. It only took up a fifth of the basement but it was well laid out and I had been slowly stocking it with some really nice vintage wines I had been able to purchase through a somewhat unscrupulous friend of mine I had met when I first started working at the plant. I had gotten the wine cellar almost half full at bargain basement prices when the long hand of the law nailed my wholesale purchasing agent. It’s a shame I was getting to like his taste in wines and the prices were shall I say less than ten cents on the dollar. Great wines though.

The garage was detached and about a 40-foot distance to the house. It had parking capabilities for 4 cars plus a work area and it even had a loft, which was furnished and had been setup to be rented if needed. I reasoned that if I wanted to I could rent it out to either skiers, hunters, or vacationers if I needed the extra income. It was a nice layout and I won’t mind living there myself if I had to.

The One and only draw back with the location of the house was that the nearest good-sized shopping center was like 50 miles away in Glen Falls. I never would have complained as long as I could stop at the local general store for the few items I would need. Now I needed a lot of items and I would have to travel the 50 miles. There was a Grand Union food store some 15-miles from this house so that wasn’t too bad for groceries and the town had a few places to eat if I got tired of my cooking. Not only that but Gore Mountain was just down the road so to speak. I used to ski and maybe I would get back into it this year.

All the roads were in great shape and I had no trouble driving on them. I actually enjoyed the loneliness on the road. No traffic except for a deer every so often and maybe the sight of a bear, but that was rare. They didn’t like us humans much and stayed as much as they could in their own yards. The only cars were the locals in the area, not many tourist this time of year until the snow came for the skiing season.

It generally took me about 2 hours to get to the shopping area that I had planned on going to. Even with the roads being in great shape I took a leisurely drive to this part of the state. While I drove I marveled at the beauty of the Adirondack Mountains. If you had never been to this part of New York you can’t understand how majestic some of the areas are. Most people don’t realize that more than half of New York State is considered a National Park and most of it can’t be built on.

One of the places I had been to was the Adirondack Museum which was about 30 minutes away from where my house was and I had gone to visit it 4 times already since moving into the area. It’s a really nice place to visit and the displays are very informative. Just above the upper parking area are some picnic tables and I enjoyed a snack there on several occasions.

The mall was a recent edition to the area and there weren’t a lot of the crowds you would normally find in a more populated city. This was another benefit for moving to this part of the state. It was located in a small town called Glen Falls.

The first store I came to before the mall was a Harmon Discount store. They sold a variety of items but mostly cosmetics and related items. Since it was now 11:30 my subliminal programming kicked in again and that nasty switch in the back of my mind took over.

I needed some makeup, perfume and other items and decided that this would do for those items I needed. I reasoned the prices at Harmon’s Discount were always less than you would pay at the pricier stores located at the malls. At least that’s what I was thinking.

Pulling into the parking lot I found a spot to park right next to the store. Not many cars were in the parking lot of the mini mall. I figured that maybe two or three of the cars would be for the employees of the stores and that would leave a few for customers.

I felt much better knowing that I would be shortly starting to put together my cosmetic collection again.

Opening the car door I swung both my legs out in unison. Then locking the door I walked to the store reminding myself not to be concerned with my looks, I was certain that people would understand. Hell, what should I care about what I looked like now? Just the other day I looked like a hairy ape and had been going to work and shopping like that for who knows how long. I just wouldn’t let it bother me now.

Entering the store I picked up one of those little hand baskets. I figured I would need it to carry all the items I would be buying.

I went directly to the isle containing the panty liners. I surveyed the area and found my old standard Kotex Ultra thin panty liners. I gave a glance at the other items like the tampons but for unknown reasons I passed them up and continued on my way. I found some female hygiene products and added the necessary items also.

I went to the next isle and found some moisturizer for after my shower and scented bath salts. I picked up some soap that I thought had a pleasant fragrance and added that also. Next came scented powder, female razors, extra blades, hair clips, combs, ribbons, brushes, a hand held hair dryer, hair coloring, perm and a bunch of other small items. Before I knew it the basket was full.

I walked up to the cash register and asked the sales girl if she would put it on the side for me until I had finished shopping. She took it, put it to the side of the register for me, and told me that she would wait until I finished shopping before she would enter the items in the register. I thanked her and went to the front of the store where the baskets were to obtain another empty.

Now I was going to get to the area that I really came into the store for in the first place. I walked to the far wall where all the cosmetics were and looked up and down the isle on both sides they had two full rows of cosmetics. Every manufacturer of cosmetics under the sun must be here. Each one seemed to have a fairly complete representation of their products on display. It boggles the imagination to just think that you have that many selections from which to choose. Every shade you can imagine was on display. The lip sticks, rouges, eyeliners, mascara, lipliners, blushers, powders, foundations, cover-ups, fake nails and eyelashes, nail polish and so much more.

For a minute or so I just stood there motionless. A girl who was apparently a customer and had been looking at some nail polish turned and stared at me for a few minutes as I stopped to gaze at all the items that were overloading my senesces. I knew I needed to get some items but now with this kind of sensory overload I didn’t know where I should start first. It was heaven to have this much choice but it was also somewhat intimidating.

The girl I had seen just a minute ago put the nail polish back in its rack and walked over to me and introduced herself to me.

"Hi, I’m Dawn Welsh."

She offered her hand and I took it and shook it. "I’m Diane Lewis."

She asked, "Are you just coming out? I’ve have never seen you around and I know almost everyone in the area."

I replied, "No I have been in the general vicinity for a few months now but I usually don’t get around this part of the state I live about 50 miles northwest of here."

She seemed to look at me quizzically trying to figure me out. She didn’t seem to understand my reply at first but smiled and we started up a conversation. She had lived in the area all her life but even at that she only had one or two friends that she said she could talk to.

I thought about what she had said and I found that somewhat hard to believe just by looking at her. She looked almost like a model. She sure wasn’t lacking for beauty and she did seem to have a self-assurance about herself. But then again there’s no accounting for taste and I knew that there were a lot of jealous women around who wouldn’t want to be compared to this lovely girl standing next to me. She would give any model a run for her money. But she was easy to talk to and I felt at ease just talking to her. She said nothing about my looks or clothes. She seemed to care more about me than about my looks. She had on a wonderfully fitting dress which accented her stunning figure and she seemed to enjoy looking like she did it left little to the imagination and I wished I looked that good just a few years ago when I was somewhat younger.

As we made small talk she did mention this one girl who also lived in up state New York that she was very close to but, for some reason she dropped the subject when she had started talking too much about her. The only thing she had said that registered with me was that her friend was like us and she had a very high IQ, blonde and extremely pretty and knew almost everything about computers.

I think I would have liked her by the way she was talking about her. Maybe I can get her to fix my computer I thought to myself.

We talked for a while about nothing in particular. I said I had to get a few items and mentioned I had absolutely no cosmetics at home and that was one of the reasons for my coming to the Glen Fall’s area.

She asked, "Can I help you pick out some items? I really enjoy helping someone like you and I’m really good at matching colors to complexions."

"Why yes, I would appreciate it thank you so much" I said. And we spent a good 25 minutes completing my cosmetics selections all the while talking about different subjects and the use of cosmetics.

It was great shopping with Dawn. She made sure whatever I purchased it would compliment my complexion and my hair. It did seem that her knowledge of cosmetics was vast and I listened whenever she would explain every item and its intended use.

When I asked about a shade of lipstick that I might like she would look at it and then at me and tell me yes or no but at the same time she would tell me why she thought it was right or wrong. She seemed to know exactly what was going to work for me no matter what we were looking at. From the lipstick to the mascara to the eyeliners, shadows to the foundations just everything, she was just marvelous.

I felt I was extremely fortunate to have found her when I did. I can tell you this for sure. I would have made so many mistakes with all this stuff; half I would never have been able to use.

"Dawn? I just want to thank you for taking all this time to help me. You can’t begin to understand how good you’re making me feel."

She looked at me smiled the most beautiful smile and said, "No I’m the fortunate one. Girls like us are rare in this part of the state. Except for my girlfriend Crys I don’t usually get to help our kind. And I’m sure with a little help you could look beautiful when dressed properly."

I thought about it for a second trying to understand her meanings about being girls like us are rare in this part of the state. But just decided to respond to her thoughtfulness.

"Thank you for the compliment but I don’t think I look anywhere near as good as you."

She moved a little closer and in whisper said "With the right help you could look drop dead Gorgeous and I’m not kidding you have the cheek bone structure and all that’s needed is a fair amount of proper help and you will have to loose some weight."

I felt flattered with her remark and took a step closer to her and hugged her then gave her a kiss on the cheek and she returned my affection with a hug and kissed my cheek.

"OK" she said. "let’s get out of here. You should have everything you need for quite a while."

"Yes, I guess this should do me I don’t think I can put another thing in the basket." Then I giggled at my remark pertaining to the load of cosmetics I now had.

As we turned to head to the cashier I noticed the rack behind me had the eyebrow tweezers I had wanted to get. I forgot about them and added them to the basket along with an eyelash curler. And then again we started walking toward the register.

We unloaded all the items and the cashier girl couldn’t believe all the things we had put in the basket. She said that the stock girl would have to make a concerted effort to replenish all the items that the store was now missing from the racks.

Dawn and I giggled together at that remark. With all the items I had from this basket and the other one I brought up earlier I had more than I would be able to carry by myself back to my car that was for sure.

Dawn was looking at all the other things that I had put in the first basket.

Dawn said. "Diane you’re missing something that you need. I’ll be right back with the items."

Shortly she returned with a large container of what looked like vitamins.

"Diane, I Think you should be taking these I’d be glad to pay for it."

"No Dawn, if you think I should be taking it then I’ll pay for it. I can afford it really."

"The instructions say take one capsule twice a day but Diane, you should really take two capsules twice a day with out missing a day just remember to take a full glass of water when you take them." She instructed.

Taking the bottle from Dawn I looked at the label. It read, Herbal supplement "Black Cohosh" Women’s Herbal support For Estrogen Balance."

She apparently could see that I was having some trouble with my hormone balance and knew something that might help me.

"Thank you Dawn I appreciate your concern." Again I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek and as before she returned the hug and kiss.

We girls always showed affection like this even to strangers. I wondered why men never did this?

All this time the cashier was still totaling up my purchases and didn’t seem the least bit phased by the affection of the two girls on the other side of the counter.

"Oh my I almost forgot the other item. I’ll be right back with it. I promise it’s the last thing while were here, I’ll be right back." Saying that, Dawn winked at me. She turned and walked away to retrieve the last item she thought that she had to get for me.

As she walked down an isle I thought of how great she looked and why she was being so helpful. I then turned to watch, as the girl at the register was finishing totaling up the order.

Dawn returned just as the girl was ringing up the last of the items and handed me a small clutch for my makeup items. It was just the right size for me too also put in my wallet and a few other items.

"You’re going to need this to put your things in before you get to the mall." She said.

How did she know I didn’t have something in the car? I reasoned that she had noticed me come in with out something like it and she knew if I had one I would have certainly have had it when I came into the store.

"Why thank you Dawn I did need something like this now that you reminded me of it."

I handed it to the girl behind the counter and she rang it up as the last item of purchase.

Using my credit card with Ronnie’s name on it the girl swiped it in the reader on top of the counter and made out the receipt. Thinking about it Ronnie could be a girls name so I really shouldn’t have any problems with it until my new credit card arrived in the mail. She never questioned the name on the card and I signed for the items. Then with Dawn’s help we carried the packages out to my car.

As we approached the car Dawn and I talked about the weather and how nice the day had become.

Opening the doors we put the packages on the front seat. I was about to say thank you when Dawn asked if I would like to have a small cup of coffee or tea along with a doughnut at the small general store which was located in the mini mall.

I agreed but before going I mentioned I would like to put some of the items I had just purchased in my new clutch. Dawn smiled and said she would help pick out the items and shades that would compliment me for the way I was currently dressed. She is one fantastic person I thought to myself. And I agreed readily when she offered.

She looked in all the bags and found every item that she thought I needed and put them into the clutch for me before handing it to me.

I took the clutch and we strode over to the store with me following just a little behind her. As I watched her walk it occurred to me that she had one of the most feminine walks I have ever seen. She exuded sexuality with every motion she made. This girl again fascinated me. I wished I could look and present myself like she did.

When we got to the store we walked in and went over to the self-service table and I took a tea bag from the open box next to the Styrofoam cups. Taking my cup and tea bag I went to the hot water container set up on one side of the counter where you made your own coffee or tea before paying. I told Dawn that I didn’t want to have anything to eat as I was going on a strict diet starting today.

She also took a cup and tea bag and we both reached for the sweetener at the same time when our hands touched slightly for a moment. It startled me a little but had no effect on Dawn whatever; she gave no indication of anything out of the ordinary.

Taking our tea to the register Dawn paid for our purchases and we went outside to sit down at the small table set up in front of the store. We seemed to talk for 30 minutes about all sorts of things but for the most part I couldn’t seem to remember much of it excepting that I had enjoyed the conversation with her. Just then I looked around to see if anyone was near or could hear and seeing no one I turned to Dawn.

"I must tell someone about yesterday and you seem like you’re so concerned about me I feel that I can trust you even though we’ve just met. I’d like to tell you what happened to me yesterday if you don’t mind me unburdening my problems to you?"

 

"Diane, you can tell me anything I won’t tell a soul I promise. Why have girlfriends if you can’t confide things to them?"

With that comment I unloaded it all holding nothing back. I told her the complete story of what I had gone though last night and let it pour out of me in a torrent of emotion. It took another 30 minutes to relate the events and my feelings before I was done.

I had started to cry sometime during the telling of this and she took out some tissues from her purse and gently patted my tears as they ran down my face.

Afterwards when I calmed down she grabbed my arm and lifted me from the table.

"Diane come with me."

"Dawn where are you taking me? I asked still choked up from my confession.

"Just inside the store to the Ladies room that’s all darling."

We went into the store with her pulling me along I was still a little shaken by the events I had just dug up from my memory and still wasn’t walking the way I would have normally.

She took me to the back of the store and we went into the washroom marked Young Girls. I looked at the sign and would have certainly considered it cute that they had done that if I wasn’t so upset. The other door said Young Boys.

Just the other day I would have gone into the young Boys room.

Dawn brought me over to one of the sinks and told me to wash my face.

As I started to wash my face she opened my clutch and put all of it’s contents on the sink next to the one I was using.

"Diane" she said. "I’m going to make you into one of the prettiest girls that the mall has ever seen. When you walk into that place you won’t have a care in the world."

I didn’t say a thing as she turned me to her after I had finished and had patted my face dry with a paper towel. She went to work like she had been doing makeup all her life and maybe even before then.

I couldn’t see what she was doing but she moved with a swiftness and ease taking one item and then another item from the sink, constantly appraising her work and making small changes before moving on to another area of my face.

My face started to actually feel different as she applied the items and I knew that she was pleased by the results by the twinkle in her eyes. Her eyes were captivating as I glared into them as she continued to do her work. I became lost in what I thought were deep pools of emeralds as I gazed at those eyes. Time seemed to stand still for me. I had never, been affected by someone’s eyes before, they never affected me like hers did. It was another new experience for me.

When she had finished she stood back from me with her arms on my shoulders and gave me one of the sexiest smiles that I have seen in years.

"OK, you can look now, " she said.

All I could do was open my mouth at the stunning brunette reflected in the mirror when I had turned aground. The girl starring back at me truly did look pretty with her long brunette hair hanging down past her shoulders. The makeup was a work of art as far as I was concerned and it made all the difference in the world when I considered what I had looked like the other day and just a short time ago. As I stared at the reflection looking from different angles I was finally made aware of where I was by Dawn.

"I told you I would make you look like one of the prettiest girls that the mall has ever seen and I can see by your expression that you think so too."

I turned and looked at her again and hesitated not quite knowing what to say when she said come here and I took a step toward her seemly just obeying her as if commanded and in a temporary trance.

She pulled me close to her and placed her lips to mine and we engaged in a passionate kiss that lasted for maybe a minute before pulling herself from me.

She giggled and said. "It’s a good thing we bought you that stay fast lipstick or I would have to redo those gorgeous full lips of yours again."

This time we both giggled. I completely forgot about how I had been feeling just a short time ago.

Composing myself I said, "I really have to go Dawn, I have so much shopping to do that if I don’t go now I won’t be able to do everything I have to do. Thank you so much for what you’ve done for me, I hope I see you again sometime."

Dawn looked at me and her expression changed to a slight frown.

"You don’t think I’m going to leave you now do you? No girlfriend of mine is going shopping alone. I love shopping and I would be insulted if you didn’t want me to come along. I know more about clothes than I do cosmetics, you need me, well don’t you girlfriend?"

I put my arms around her and gave her a peck on the cheek like we were old friends and had known each other for years. I just didn’t care if I felt affectionate with her or anyone else. I knew then this was the way I should always feel.

It was the programming that was doing all this. It had taken hold again as soon as I had walked into the discount store and I had been led through this entire experience without my even knowing it. This was the real beginning and I hadn’t had even the faintest inkling of it. Crystal was in control and I wouldn’t find out until those authors thought it was too late for me to go back to what I was. They were hoping when I did find out I wouldn’t even want to return to my former male form.

Gathering up my clutch and all its contents we started to walk toward the door when Dawn said wait there’s one more thing I forgot. She reached into her purse and took out a small bottle of perfume. She took my arm with one hand, with the other sprayed a mist into the air, and then led us both thru the heavenly fragrance.

We then walked to the front of the store both smiling to ourselves. As we exited the store Dawn pointed to where her car was parked and said I should follow her as she knew where the best place to park our cars would be once we got to the mall. As she started off to her car I took notice that it was one of the newer Jaguar models, it was quite pretty I thought. She must be wealthy to be able to afford something like that. I had noticed she had no wedding ring on and therefore either her family was wealthy or she had a lot of money on her own.

Another thing that struck me was that I could have sworn I had seen her somewhere before. She did look familiar I would remember if I had some time I was sure of it.

As I opened the door of my car and sat on the seat I swung my legs in. Then as if on auto pilot I turned the rearview mirror and gave the reflected image a quick look admiring the exquisite makeup job that had just been performed in the confines of the Ladies room. I marveled at the way I looked and hoped I could look this good all the time.

Dawn pulled her Jaguar up to my car and motioned for me to follow. As we preceded to the mall I started visualizing this enchanting young woman who had so unselfishly taken her time to help me like this. The way she dressed and presented herself was like someone who would be quite content to be a Hollywood starlet. She wore a tight red mini dress with a low cut neckline, which showed, off her substantial bust and hourglass figure. Her hose was a seminude color, which allowed even the casual onlooker to tell she had flawless skin, and her matching high heel shoes must have been 4 inches at least. They were open toed with a delicate strap that encircled her ankle. She wore a chocker type strand of pearls around her neck with complimenting bracelets, dangling earrings and two rings on each hand. Her walk had conveyed the message I’m young, gorgeous and sexy AND I know it. I did think that she was somewhat over dressed for shopping but I had no idea where she had come from or what her original plans had been.

When we reached the mall she circled the stores until she found the entrance that suited her needs and we parked our cars next to each other. Upon getting out of our cars and locking them we started off to the entrance of the mall.

Upon reaching the mall the doors swung open automaticly and we entered the passageway leading to the stores where she had intended to take me to first. As we started to walk the first thing we passed was a movie theater that was playing some of the most recent releases. I gazed at the large posters to see if something would interest me. I just loved a romance story and if there was one playing that might catch my fancy I would consider coming back and watching it sometime in the near future. They also were showing movies that had been out for sometime to give their multi plex theater something to show other than the most recent releases.

I stopped in my tracks when I came to this large poster advertising a movie that had been out for some time but was being shown again. It stared Sean Connery and Catherine Zeta Jones. I starred at it in amazement. Dawn had stopped and turned to see why I had stopped. She glanced at me and then at the poster I was drawn to and she walked back to me.

"Diane, I know it looks like me but, believe me I am not Catherine Zeta Jones I can’t help it if she looks like me. I get stopped all the time with people asking me if I’m her. And the way I dress and the car I drive don’t help but I like the way my body looks and I do show it off. Why not? If they want to think I’m Catherine then I let them think it. You wouldn’t believe how many times I have gone out to dinner and have not been allowed to pay for it just because they think I’m her. Especially when I get to go to New York City. They keep asking me to be their guest the next time I’m in town. And I have taken them up on their offer more than once."

"Dawn, I can’t believe the resemblance it’s unbelievable. I thought you looked familiar to me but I couldn’t place where I had seen you before." Then after a short pause I said. "Can I have your autograph?"

At that we giggled and resumed our progression into the store area. As we walked Dawn asked if I needed any lingerie and I mentioned again that I had absolutely nothing.

Then I whispered. "I don’t even have on a pair of panties on and it’s beginning to bother me."

The rough material of the male jeans I had on was bothering me. This time she stopped and with a surprised look asked why I hadn’t at least put on a pair of the male boxer shorts.

I told her in no uncertain terms that I would never wear those hideous things again, ever. At that she said the first thing then is to get you something to put on right away, and we turned into one of the many woman’s lingerie stores that seemed to populate malls like this.

We went directly to the panty section of the store where we started looking for something for me to put on before I would rue the day I walked around too long with nothing on under these male jeans. Dawn looked at me and said I think your going to need a large or maybe even something a little larger for now. I let her do all the choosing she seemed to know exactly what she was doing and I just watched and learned as she made her selections. After a brief time she handed me a few silk and satin panties and I turned and went into the dressing room to try on the items.

Returning shortly I handed her some back and said that they were either too small or too large. I had found one pair that had fit me quite well and had left them on but had removed the tags so that I could pay for them.

Dawn looked at what I had come back with and said it looks like your going to need a large. With that she took her time and found a few more that would do as far as size goes. I mentioned to her that I would need more but she looked at me and said that these few would do for now and said that since I had mentioned I would be dieting if I got too many large pairs then it would be wasted money as I would not be able to wear them when I lost my weight.

She did have a point and I gave her no argument there. I did want to loose weight.

Now she moved to another section of the area and I found myself looking at panties that were much more feminine looking some having lace, little bows and quite a few that you could see right thru. She picked out what I thought was an awful lot considering the statement she had made about my loosing weight and not needing many.

Handing them to me she said. "Diane I know what your thinking. These are for when you loose all the weight. By purchasing them now in a size 5 you have no choice but to get the weight down to a respectable level. And these are on sale so we should stock up on them for you."

"Dawn, some of these look as if they’re smaller than even a size 5? I don’t know if I can get down that low?"

"Don’t you worry sweetheart I’ll help you every step of the way if you need any help."

I thanked her and we continued on. She then picked up these incredibly small crotchless panties and held them up to her body to get an idea what they looked like. Then she handed them to me saying I can’t wait to see you in these after you loose the weight and we try them out.

I felt the heat in my face and knew I must be blushing a beat red at that statement. I couldn’t believe she said that. I couldn’t get anything to come out of my mouth. I must have been as red as those panties were and at the time I wished I was as tiny as them in order to hide. I looked around and was glad no one was near us when she had given them to me and made that statement. I would have felt like crawling into a hole. They were by far the skimpiest ones she could find. I didn’t think I would ever be able to get into them and the remark about her seeing me in them had me thinking what did she mean by "we try them out?"

We spent a lot of time in that store with me trying on so many things. I loved the way everything felt. Dawn picked out so many items but I knew that she knew what she was doing. The only thing that concerned me was that after trying on the items she handed me she would return them and exchange all or most all of the things for much smaller sizes. For the most part all of the lingerie that she picked out was for someone who was a size 8 or 9. I knew that by trying on the lingerie and other items in the store that I wasn’t going to fit in these things. She kept telling me not to worry in just a short time I would be down to a 9 or even a little smaller.

I tried to talk her out of making me buy such small sizes but she just continued on. At one point I almost demanded that she stop looking for these smaller sizes. At that she stopped and turned to me.

"Diane, you do WANT these clothes? And you WILL loose all the weight necessary to fit into them as soon as you can and you WILL be happy to be able to please me by doing so."

"Your right Dawn, I WILL do whatever is necessary to fit into them as soon as I can you know I will do anything for you."

I didn’t know why she had said it like that but I did know she was right and I felt a desire to please her any way I could. So we continued on with my new lingerie collection.

When Dawn thought that we had enough form this store we took all the items to the sales clerk who ran up my purchases and put everything into bags or boxes for us. When she had got to the crotchless panties I knew I was blushing as she took extra time and care with them to make sure they were wrapped separately.

The sales girl never said anything about the way I looked. I had full makeup on now and there were many women who wore shirts and male jeans nowadays. Nothing exceptional with the way I looked excepting the thinning hair but if you didn’t have the proper angle to look at me you won’t be able to tell and some women had thinning hair any way.

Dawn asked if we could leave the items and return later to pick them up when the rest of our shopping was complete and the girl said she would leave the items in the back room with a note on them just in case she wasn’t there when we returned. She thanked us for shopping there and we said thank you turned and went on to the next store Dawn wanted to take me to.

The next store was some upscale clothing store. I didn’t catch the name but they sold only the highest quality young misses clothing that would be appropriate for both misses and young women.

Dawn said. "Diane why don’t you just browse around while I try on some clothes".

"Alright" I said. None of the things in here would fit me and I didn’t think that the styles were right for me any way. Everything in this store was geared to the younger woman who had the body and wanted to show it off. Dawn would be able to find many things for herself I was sure of that. She had the looks to be able to wear any of the clothes here and she wouldn’t feel out of place with any of the dresses on. I envied her and her body she was all woman and she made the most out of what nature had given her. God I wished I had her looks. It was all in the genes and nothing could change that. She had lucked out with a vengeance.

After looking around for a while I returned to the dressing room area and watched as Dawn tried dress after dress coming out of the small changing booth to look in the mirror at her reflection and making her final picks. She was a goddess I thought to myself. We were about the same height but that’s where the similarities stopped. The only way I would ever get to look like her would be by obtaining a major surgery and then I wasn’t sure if I would look as good.

She spent another 45 minutes changing from one gorgeous dress to another. In between she would try on sweaters, blouses, skirts and other form fitting slacks. When she was done I helped her bring all the clothes she had selected to the sales clerk. She paid cash for the items. I couldn’t believe the total amount of the bill, over $1,800 and she didn’t think anything of it.

The girl behind the counter looked at the cash and then looked a Dawn and said "MS Jones may I have your autograph please?"

"Yes of course you may." Stated Dawn.

With that the girl took a book from beneath the counter and opened it up for Dawn to sign.

Dawn asked her name and wrote something in the book. I couldn’t see what she had written but I knew that she would sign it Catherine Zeta Jones.

And again we left the items with her until we would return. That sales clerk was so happy I thought she was going to scream with joy at discovering who was in her store and bought all those clothes. It was a large purchase and I’m sure not that many people came in purchased that much paying with cash. As we left we giggled about what just had taken place.

The next store was a shoe store and as we walked in a salesman came over to us to offer help. Dawn explained we needed to purchase some high heel shoes and possibly some mules or slippers. But she asked to first have my shoe size determined before we started looking. The sales man asked me to sit down and even as I began to sit he proceeded to take off my shoe and sock. He then put a thin shear ankle sock on my foot and said size 9 1/2 should be fine for you Miss. I smiled thanked him and as he was about to put my sock and shoe back on Dawn said that that wouldn’t be necessary as I could wait and prepare myself by taking off the other shoe and sock while the salesman and she went to find what Dawn thought I would need.

Dawn then asked if he could give her a piece of paper and a pen. He reached into his pocket and handed her his small notebook and pen.

Within a few minutes the salesman returned with 3 boxes of high heels in different colors and styles. While he was helping me to try these on Dawn was busy noting the numbers of other shoes that she wanted me to try. When I had finished trying the 3 pair of shoes on Dawn came back with the list. Before she gave the list to the salesman she asked about the shoes I had already tried on. I said they seemed a little tight and that I seemed to have a slight problem walking in them even though they were only 2-inch high heels. She said fine that’s what she wanted to know. And then handed the notebook with the shoes she wanted to the salesman and he scurried to the storeroom to locate all the items on the list. As he was leaving Dawn mentioned please bring the same size and thanked him.

I had not noticed but the 3 pair of shoes that I had just tried on were all size 9 all being one size smaller than what he had measured when he had taken the measurement.

As the salesman disappeared into the back room Dawn and I started to discuss the shoes that I had tried on.

"Diane, you know the shoes you tried on looked really good on you. I noticed when you were walking around trying them out that they really looked nice. I really think you should get them."

"Yes, I did like the way that they looked. I can’t wait to see how they will look when I’m in one of my dresses or skirts. Thank you for picking them out you have such wonderful taste."

"Well, if you liked them your going to just love the ones that will be here shortly."

At that moment the salesman came back with another 4 boxes. Placing them down next to me he proceeded to help me with the remaining selections. Everyone of them were tight on me and all of them excepting for the bedroom slippers must of been 4 or 5 inches in height.

"Dawn, these all seem a little tight and I do seem to have some trouble walking in these. But they all look fantastic I just love the styles."

"Don’t you worry about a thing. As far as them being tight you’re going to be loosing a lot of weight and when you do you will loose some of it in your feet. And remember you haven’t worn high heel shoe for some time and your going to have to get used to them again. Your tendons just have to make some readjustments, it will take time but you’ll see once you get used to them again you won’t want anything else to wear."

The salesman returned with the 5 more boxes and I tried the remaining selections on. For the most part most of them seemed to be shoes that would be appropriate for formal outings but they all looked so divine that I accepted all the selections that Dawn had picked out for me.

With that I paid the salesman with my credit card asked if we could leave the items with him until we returned later. He like the other sales people who we had purchased from was delighted with my purchases and readily agreed. They would be left at the front counter for our return.

The last store we went to was a Sears. Dawn led me to the woman’s clothing area and she picked out a pair of slacks for me to try on saying this shouldn’t take long. She was correct about that. Upon entering the changing room I took off my sneakers and undid my jeans letting them fall down my now silky feeling legs. As I sat to pull on the new jeans my legs rubbed together and gave me a fantastic feeling. I still couldn’t believe how great the felt like this and knew I would never let that hair come back like I had let it before.

Pulling up the new jeans I found no trouble in getting them above my hips but the waist wasn’t going to close. It wouldn’t even come close. I looked out from the side of the curtain and saw Dawn standing close by just looking out into the store.

"Dawn?"

"Yes Diane?"

"These jeans won’t fit. I think the waist is too small can you find me something larger in the waist please?"

With that she turned and walked back to the piles of jeans and searched until she found another pair for me to try. Handing them to me she said try these girl.

Again I pulled the jeans up my now bare legs. This time I was able to pull them up without any trouble. They were huge around my legs and hips. They seemed to billow all around me but the waist fit perfectly. Again I looked out from the curtain and said they don’t fit right. Dawn asked me to come out and I did still with the slacks on.

"Diane, I see the problem already" she said, "Your body resembles and measures more like that of a male and these are female jeans. I know you may not like the idea very much but for the time being I think you should forget about the jeans and just settle for whatever male jeans you have at home. At least until we can get rid of all that fat you have accumulated around your waist."

"I guess your right. I just can’t get over what has happened to me. I can’t remember much of any of the last few months when this must have started."

I did feel a little dejected at having to come to realize that even the simplest of things, such as putting on a pair of slacks could have on me.

She was right of course there are many differences between a male and female anatomy’ And the cut of the jeans and slacks were one of the more obvious pieces of clothing that would make a decided difference. Everyone knows that a male measures his waist about an inch below his navel and a female would normally measure about one inch above her navel to give her the proper measurement. This meant the waist would be two inches or more higher for a female as that was where her body would curve inward providing that sensuous hourglass figure with her hips being much larger than her counterpart the male.

I didn’t want to believe it but I knew she was right and I decided to take her advise and we left that area and proceeded to the skirt and dress department.

Dawn again took charge and pulled a few dresses and skirts from the racks after giving consideration to my bodies shape. They were size 16’s and I couldn’t believe it when I walked into the changing room and changed into the items. One by one they all fit and all seemed to be a bit tight at that. I knew I looked a little heavy but these seemed to be huge I could never remember ever being this heavy. All I could remember was I used to be 145 pounds with an hourglass figure.

The programming from that story site had given me the details of how I had looked before my perceived deformity and it made me feel very uncomfortable with anything that didn’t conform to my new self as my subconscious perceived it. Crystal had discussed all the details with the other authors in one of her private chat rooms located on her web site. They’d formulated a picture of what I was to become and it was Crystal’s job to implant all that information into my subconscious with the subliminal information being sent over the Internet imbedded within the stories I would be reading. Actually the entire web site was booby trapped with the messages. This web site was just like the regular web site but only I could access it.

I had only put on a few of dresses and a couple of the skirts. The racks were full but Dawn looked quite pleased with what I already had. I’d decided to ask her about it as she steered me to the checkout.

"Darling, you know that you will be loosing all that weight and you won’t be needing anything more than what you have in this size. As you loose the weight we can get you something else in smaller sizes. But for the time being I don’t think you should spend anymore money on clothes that your sure to grow out of in record time with my help."

She had used the term Darling and I thought that it was nice of her to consider calling me that. She had only known me for just hours and already I had the feeling that we were the dearest of girlfriends since we were kids. I would grow to love this girl if I had my way I thought to myself as I watched her stride toward the checkout moving is such a sensuous way.

I would have to learn that walk and movement. Everything about her movements her walk, hand gestures, facial expressions the way she touched her hair there were so many things to learn it would take time but I would accomplish it I was sure. To me she was the perfect female.

Again I used the credit card for the few purchases I had just made. I felt kind of bad that I hadn’t bought as much as I had in the other stores but upon reflection I would have to pay for all the things I purchased and I was sure that the bill would be the largest I had ever paid when it would arrive. I almost dreaded it now that I was contemplating it. It was getting late and I knew that I had to be home within the next 3 hours. Something was telling me I had more things to do on the Internet before I could finish this day.

It was getting late and I knew that I had to be home within the next 3 hours. Something was telling me I had more things to do on the Internet before I could finish this day.

As we were walking out of the Sears store with my purchases Dawn asked me if it would be alright if we exchanged phone numbers so that we could keep in touch. I said I would love to do that. It’s not every day you get to make a great friendship and I told her so. We agreed that when we got to the shoe store to pick up the shoes we would exchange numbers before we would continue on for the rest of the purchase pickups. It would be much easier than putting down the bags we had in our hands to take the time to do it now.

We got to the shoe store just as the salesman was about to leave for the day his replacement had just come in and he again thanked us for the purchases and asked if he could help us with the merchandise by carrying it to our car for us. We thanked him knowing full well that we had a lot more to carry once we got to the young misses and lingerie store so we graciously accepted his offer and he picked up the boxes which were tied together with string and effortlessly carried them for us.

The mall was circular in design and we wound up at the young misses store first before getting to the lingerie store. The same sales girl was there. Seeing us enter she whispered to her co-worker and hurried over to the counter to get our things. You could tell she was still jubilant about the autograph by her attitude. Seeing how much we had purchased she had put all the items on a small two wheeled hand cart and said she would be more than happy if we would let her bring the items to our car for Ms Jones and me.

Thanking her for her help Dawn (alias Ms. Catherine Zeta Jones) said she was honored that she would offer and again the help was accepted. Now we had more than enough hands to carry everything after we picked up the last items.

When we got to our cars and loaded all the items into the respective cars Dawn offered tips to both our helpers but neither accepted it. The man said he had to go, turned and left. But the sales girl did ask if she could have another autograph from Dawn who she thought was Catherine Zeta Jones. Dawn of course said yes and the girl produced a photo of Catherine Zeta Jones from the small pouch on the back of the Cart. She told us after she had received the first autograph she knew we were coming back and she went to the photo store across from her store and they were able to download a picture off the Internet and print it for her as an 8 by 10 glossy.

Dawn and I were both impressed with her ingenuity so Dawn put an extra effort into signing of the photo. The girl was thrilled by what was written and thanked us again and ran off giggling back to her store with the hand cart in tow.

"Dawn, I really had a great time shopping with you and I really appreciate the effort you gave to help me. I would be happy to have you over the house any time. But whatever please call."

"Diane, I’ll call you tomorrow and I would love to visit you. I’ll be busy the next few days but I’m sure I can come over on Wednesday. I have so much to show you and talk to you about, us girls should always stay in touch with each other."

We hugged for a brief time and kissed each other on the cheek before we got into our cars and drove off. It would take me almost 2 hours to get home and it was getting dark out now with it being November and in the Adirondacks.

As I started back I knew that I would be back to the area in the spring for sure if not sooner. That was when all the motorcycles would be coming for the Americade week. I had heard about it at work and was looking forward to it.

I love motorcycles and had always wished I had one. During this week in June there would be almost 45,000 motorcycles in the area and it made me jealous not having one. Maybe this year I could find someone to give me a ride. I think I would like holding on to driver and having my hair blow in the wind with that feeling of freedom only a motorcycle could bring. Being in a car was nothing like a bike ride.

Just before reaching the Adirondack Museum I stopped at the little general store situated on the corner of the intersection to get some gas and to pick up a few items so that I would have something else to eat and drink. They didn’t have a lot of choices and I really should have stopped when I was in Glen Falls or Lake George on my way back home. I did find some ‘Slim Fast’ and I managed to pick up some skim milk and diet snacks.

After my stop I continued home watching the sunset as I drove in-between the mountain range and valleys. It was beautiful and was one of the reasons I had transferred to this company site. It just made me happy to be alive seeing the sun set in such a way as that.

When I arrived at home it was already dark and I could see that the next time I went shopping I would have to leave the light on as the area where I live had absolutely no lights on the streets and it was like what you would call pitch black outside. Instead of driving into the garage I parked in front with the headlights pointing at the front door and unloaded the car bringing everything into the foyer. After that was done I went back outside and pulled the car around to the garage and lowered the automatic garage door as I left the building. I had been told that sometimes the bears in the area would enter garages looking for food and that’s where I keep the garbage until the disposal company would come by at the end of the month to pick it all up.

I was really bushed at that point and went directly to the kitchen to get a cup of tea. While I was there I placed a slice of bread in the toaster and went back to the foyer to bring the bags up stairs. Instead of going to my old bedroom I continued on to the master bedroom and put my hand load of bags near the walk in closet. No way was I going to use that other bedroom anymore when I had a much larger one available that now suited my tastes and needs. Why shouldn’t I use this beautiful room? I should have been using it since I had purchased the house. I just didn’t understand it at the time but I knew I would never ever use that one down the hall again.

I made a few more trips from the foyer to my new bedroom before I was done and before going back down stairs I unpacked some of the bags. I just had to get something to wear other than these male cloths I had been forced to wear. I picked out a simple white lace bra and matching slip along with one of the size 16 dresses and one of the 2-inch high shoes. Then I found a pair of taupe panty hose and put that on the bed.

Leaving these things for the time being I walked into the adjoining bath and looked around at the layout. I had not really taken the time to look over these rooms before because of the way the rooms were decorated. They were quite beautiful now that I had a new perspective on life. I would enjoy these rooms now and seemed to appreciate the more feminine layout of the rooms. I would have to stock the bath area with the proper items tomorrow after my breakfast.

Returning to the bedroom I proceeded to strip off my clothes. Having done that I sat on the bed and took the panty hose out of its packaging. Holding it for a short time feeling it’s silkiness’ I rolled up one of its dangling stockings and slowly pulled it up my hairless leg. The feeling was exquisite as it caressed my skin being drawn up ever so slowly. I could feel my skin like I had never felt it before and it felt divine. The sensation of my cleanly shaven skin and the fabric is something most men will never know. Yes they may feel the legs of their female companions but that nowhere compares with what it’s like when your legs are encased in stockings or pantyhose. Even now while I have the capability to remember what’s been happening to me I think I would like to feel that silky mesh against my legs all the time.

Next I put on the white lace bra. I pulled off all the tags from it and held it up to look at it. Then I put each of my arms thru the straps and reached around the back to hook it up. It took me a little while but I finally accomplished the feat with relatively little trouble. The bra was so small it had almost no cups but as my body was really that of a male I had no real breasts to speak of for the time being. That would change within the next few months I was positive I would get back to my normal breast size. According to Crystal’s programming I would have no problem what’s so ever attaining the changes necessary.

I pulled the full slip over my shoulders and then the dress. Putting on my shoes completed my new look and I took the time to admire myself in the full-length mirrors that were located in one of the corners. There were 3 mirrors on the wall that went from the floor to the ceiling placed in such a way you could see the front and side of yourself as you stood in front of them. It was a nicely designed feature that a girl would appreciate but a male would have little use for all the views afforded by the design.

Approving of my looks with my makeup still looking good from when my new girlfriend Dawn had done it I turned and went downstairs. As I walked down stairs I thought of all the items I would have to put away tomorrow. I really didn’t couldn’t remember all the items that I bought but I did remember Dawn saying that some of the things were so delicate and pretty she knew I would enjoy wearing them. I’ll really enjoy seeing them again when I put them all in their proper places.

In the kitchen the tea and toast were both cold by now and I put them into the microwave for a short time to reheat both items. It didn’t take long for them to get warm enough for me to enjoy and I sat down to my first meal for the day. A piece of dry toast and a cup of tea. Some meal I thought to myself but then I did need to watch what I would be eating now and I was going to loose weight no matter if I had to starve myself. I had heard that the human body could go 3 weeks without food but only 3 or 4 days without water so with a lot of will power I could go without food for the 3 weeks if necessary. I knew that wouldn’t happen but at least I knew I wouldn’t die without the food intake as long as I had water everyday.

That’s when I remembered about the skim milk and other items I bought. I got up and went to the foyer and returned to the kitchen putting all the items away so that I would have them ready for tomorrow morning when I get up.

Finishing up with my meal I opened the container that Dawn had had me buy. I put two of the Black Cohosh pills in my mouth and taking a full glass of water swallowed the first of what would be many pills down my throat.

Putting the glass back on the counter along with the other items I had used I went into the small library that I was using for my computer and powered it up.

While I waited for it to run its initial startup I pondered the events of today like I had done so much earlier in the day when I first got out of bed. They all seemed so strange to me in someway but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was that was so strange. About this time the computer was in its normal mode and I again logged on to the net.

The first thing I did was to check for any messages. I rarely received any, as I was never the one to make a lot of friends. It seems that the fewer people I knew the happier I was. Too many friends seemed to always cause me problems, as I never wanted to have one feel they were slighted when I had something to do with another of my friends.

Finding no messages I went to my bookmarks and positioned the mouse pointer on StorySite that was highlighted in blue.

Again I was almost instantly transported to the page I needed to be at. This time the site was somewhat different. It was still StorySite but now I was at a page within the site that had something to do with polling. Instinctively I started reading the questions and giving my answers to them. I seemed to enjoy giving my answers and for everyone I did I felt a little more relaxed.

Little did I know that this polling place was completely different than the one that everyone else was using. This place on the site was solely for my use. It was a way for the authors to see just how far I had progressed with the subliminal messages they were permeating my mind with.

They would always know when I was on the Internet. They could see by the use of the cookies function that I had turned on early this morning and could follow my every move. How this function worked is beyond me, I didn’t think anyone could do that. This Crystal person must be a computer expert of the highest order. I just can’t explain it another way. For all I know she may have even downloaded a program into my computer that would help with their scheme.

After what must have been a half hour of these questions I moved the cursor to the submit button and watched as the screen in front of me change to another page within the StorySite.

As the new page was loading for no known reason I got up and went to the media room and picked up my headphones from the stereo and returned to the computer. By the time I returned soft instrumental music was playing coming from the computer speakers. I again sat down at my computer in the chair facing the computer screen and plugged in the headphones and put them on my head making sure they were fitted properly and that the volume level was correct.

I looked at the screen and noticed a pink button had appeared while I was gone.

It said {Enter Here}. I moved the mouse cursor again, placing it on the button I clicked to enter the next site all the wile the music playing softly into my ears. It seemed to be that soft elevator type music you sometimes would hear when in an office waiting room or even at some of the shopping malls.

I can’t tell you what happened after that. All I know is that for the remaining time on the computer I had no recollection of anything. The last thing I do remember is that I was in my bed lying under the covers in my new bedroom dreaming of the wonderful life I was going to have and hoping I would get the call from Dawn.

Yes, I couldn’t wait to hear her sweet voice again.

Would I continue with my adventure my transformation? Only the authors know that and maybe a few others.

I don’t even know at this time. I do hope so; I’m beginning to look forward to the days ahead of me as I begin my new life. I do so want to go to the hair salon for a total makeover.

 

 

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