The Feed Mill          by: Alyssa Davis

 

Carl sat on the exam table while the doctor listened and probed his body, feeling his internal organs for any hard masses or lumps.

"What kind of work do you do, Carl?" the doctor asked with a curiosity more than just polite conversation.

"I work at the Midland Feed Mill, Doc."

Carl Hanson had worked in the Midland Feed Mill for 10 years, the last 7 of which, was in the bagging department, operating the machinery and removing defective product. Carl had decided it was time to go for a physical, something he’d been putting off for a long time for many reasons. He had noticed changes in his body to the point of constant teasing by his friends. He was concerned. At the clinic, he went through the usual preliminary procedures of weight measurement, blood pressure, lab work, etc. Finally, he was checked over by the doctor.

"How long have you been there?"

"10 years," Carl replied.

"Do you come in contact with the animal feed on your job?"

"Sure, I get covered with feed dust every day. It’s impossible not to. My clothes get saturated with it. Good thing it’s not coal dust!" Carl replied, laughing.

"I notice that your breasts are very well developed for a man, does that bother you?" the doctor asked as he felt for lumps.

"Yes, it’s very embarrassing. I have to wear loose clothes...and I cant wear a T-shirt in public anymore. The guys tease me about my shape and my soft skin. In fact, I’ve sort of put off coming in sooner to see you, Doc, because of how I look."

"OK, Carl, everything checks out fine so far, the doctor said, looking at Carl understandingly. I’m concerned about your figure. Come back in a week and we’ll have all the lab results and we can discuss everything in detail. I want to do some research about your work environment."

"Thanks, Doc, see you later."

A week later, Carl returned to the clinic and met with the doctor.

"Carl, your lab results are all normal. Your health is fine. But, about the changes to your body, you have what is known as gynecomastia or enlarged breasts, rather uncommon for a male. I spoke to your employer and learned that the feed you work with is enriched with female hormones to enhance the cows milk production. Since you have been in contact with the hormones for years, it has been absorbed by your body through your skin. As a result, you have developed the secondary sexual characteristics of a woman. As much as if you had been put on a hormone replacement program we give to men undergoing a gender change. I noticed your hips have become much broader and your waist more slender than a typical male, your skin tone is very soft and feminine, obviously, your breasts and nipples are enlarged, even your voice is a bit higher pitch than is usual. Do you notice that your hair grows much faster?"

"Why yes, it does, and so do my nails. I have noticed the change in my body for a long time but didn’t want to say anything. My weight has stayed the same yet my clothes don’t fit right anymore. I figured it was just normal growth as I get older, except for my breasts. I didn’t think that was OK, but I didn’t want to see you about that.. I’ve learned to live with them, altho it’s been awkward keeping them concealed from everybody. It’s been tough trying to hang out with the guys, and honestly, I’ve lost interest in that too. They treated me like a hermaphrodite when they first saw my breasts, and the teasing got to be too much. I live alone, and to tell you the truth, I’ve gotten to be very domestic and enjoy cooking and doing handwork like knitting and sewing. I’ve never told that to anyone. But I am kind’a lonely."

"Yes, that fits in with the changes you would experience. Your emotions can also be affected."

"I’ve felt that too...I cry easily, and I enjoy the romance scenes on TV, now more than I ever. I’ve kept this all secret a long time."

"I wish you would have visited the clinic a long time ago, Carl. We could have saved you a lot of anguish."

"So, Doc, what do I now. Can it be reversed?"

"I’m afraid not. You’ve been on the hormones too many years...your body is adjusted to them. Even if you stop the hormone exposure, the physical changes wont reverse, but your emotional state may go wild. Oh, we could reduce your breast size with surgery, but the other features are permanent. You’ll have to remain on hormones, but in a controlled dosage. I’ve discussed your situation privately with your employer He feels responsible and wants to help. First of all, he going to have all the mill workers wear protective clothing. Next, he will transfer you out of the mill to an office job, with a promotion and salary increase. He wants you out of the mill so the other workers don’t get frightened away by what’s happened to you.. You will be trained to work with the computers at his expense. And I will keep you on a regular controlled schedule of hormones to keep your chemistry in balance. How does that sound?"

" OK I guess, but working in an office, with a bunch of women, I have to wear nice clothes, not my usual loose fitting casual things, and with my figure, I look like a MALE impersonator."

"Well, would you consider wearing woman’s clothes? At this stage, they’d probably be a perfect fit, as you now almost have a woman’s body. We could make it so nobody but your boss and immediate supervisor would know. Are you interested in giving it a try?"

"I don’t have a lot of choice. They’ll laugh at me in a suit, I’m sure they’ll laugh at me in a dress, too. But I cant walk away from 10 years of employment. I need the job. Let me go home and try it privately. I’ll let Mr. Berg know....I’m so tired of living like a hermit...I’ll try anything."

Carl went shopping at a discount store for a dress and some shoes, guessing at the sizes and selecting anything at random, and some assorted cosmetics, telling the clerk it was a gift for his wife. He visited a costume store and bought a cheap wig.

Alone, at home, he stripped and looked at himself in a full length mirror with disgust.

‘What have they done to me,’ he thought. ‘A man’s head on the body of a woman, with a small appendage. Even that has gotten smaller.’

He took the dress out of the bag and pulled it over his head and down his nude body, filling it out perfectly in the bodice, with a little cleavage showing, and conforming to his slender waist and broad hips. Next, he placed the wig on his head. He sat down and put his bare feet into the lady’s shoes. Standing in front of the mirror, he took stock again at what he saw. A strange looking woman stared back at him. Not too bad, he thought, there’s potential. His hairless legs looked good in the low heeled shoes, extending below his skirt.

‘ My face, got to work on that.’

In the bathroom, Carl tried to apply some makeup as best as he knew how, but made a mess. He washed his face to clean up the attempt, and just painted his lips with the lipstick, doing a reasonable job. Back in front of the full length mirror again, another long look.

‘Passable’ he said to himself. ‘I guess I could try it. Now I look somewhat like a woman....certainly I make a better looking woman than a man. Maybe with some help, I could do it.’

‘Besides,’ he thought, ‘this does feel sort of good.’ He waltzed around the room, letting the dress flair out and wrap around his legs. He had no problem walking with the 2" heels on his shoes.

Carl danced over to the phone and called Mr. Berg, the plant’s general manager. He had to act while still in the mood; before depression kicked in.

"Mr. Berg, this is Carl Hanson. Doctor Fields said I should call you regarding your job offer."

"Oh yes, Carl. I expected you to call. The doctor explained your situation and I want to help you. What have you decided about the transfer?"

"Well, I’m OK with the transfer, but there’s a slight problem."

"You mean about your appearance? Doctor Fields explained that you might show up for work as a woman. Under the circumstances, I have no problem with that. How can we help you?"

"I’m afraid that’s the only way I can present myself. I don’t look like much of a man anymore. But, I’m going to need help to pull this off. I’ve never tried to look like a woman before."

"No problem, Carl. Let me get Lynette Smith to help you. She’s my office manager...she will be your boss and she’s going to have to know about you anyway...and I know she can help you."

"Thanks Mr. Berg. I’ll wait for her call."

Lynette called Carl within the hour and they arranged to meet at Carl’s home. She arrived at the agreed upon time, and they sat down and started to get acquainted. Carl explained his situation to Lynette, and after seeing Carl, she fully understood. They planned a shopping trip to outfit Carl with a new wardrobe and whatever else to create the new persona, all at company’s expense. Mr. Berg had given her a company expense account to transform Carl into Carla. She had Carl change into the dress (over his undershorts) and wig he bought so they could shop as women and Carl would be able try things on. When she saw Carl walk out of his bedroom in the form fitting dress and heels, she totally agreed that he had made the right decision. His was no longer a male’s body. She helped him put on a little makeup, properly, and adjusted the wig, and they departed for the shopping mall. Carl made a passable looking woman especially with Lynette’s help.

At the shopping mall, they proceeded directly to the anchor department store and into the lingerie department. Carl was so used to wearing sloppy clothes in public, that he forget he was wearing a dress or, in fact, he looked like a woman, until he became aware of his heels clicking on the floor of the store, and further aware of his skirt brushing against his legs, a feeling he was beginning to enjoy. Their conversation was mostly talk about the mill and other employees. Lynette had also been there 10 years and they knew many of the same people.

"We’ll start here," Lynette said. She selected a dozen pair of nylon panties in assorted colors, guessing at Carl’s size. "I think you’d wear a size 6," she said holding a pair up to Carl’s waist. Carl looked but said nothing. His awareness that he was standing there in a dress and hi-heeled shoes surrounded by lingerie became noticeable. Lynette looked at his bulging skirt, smiled, but said nothing. Carl folded his hands in front of himself. Lynette also purchased a dozen slips and half-slips for him. Next, she picked out a dozen pairs of nylon stockings, both pantyhose and thigh-high’s in assorted shades. "You’ll need lots of these."

"You pick the size according to the chart on the back of the package," she instructed Carl. He was learning.

"Isn’t this stuff expensive?" he asked.

"Don’t worry, Carl, it’s company money, and the boss told me to do a good job."

With the aid of a trained sales associate, they went into a fitting room where Carl was fitted to a correctly sized bra, turning out to be a 36B. He was a little self conscious pulling his dress down from his shoulders to the waist exposing his bare breasts to the two women, as much as any real woman would be, but the associate, being very professional, had him lean forward while she placed a bra on him, filling the cups with his ample breasts, and hooked the back and he straightened up.

"Wow, this is comfortable!" Carl exclaimed, rubbing his hands under the cups of the bra. and feeling the smooth fabric encasing his full breasts.

"Wish I’d known about this sooner. The support feels great. My boobs wont jiggle and sway anymore when I walk. And, you know, they look rather nice! But how do I hook it myself? I cant reach behind me?"

"We’ll get you bra’s with front hooks, Hon....This is just the beginning, Carl," Lynette said, smiling.

Carl kept the bra on while Lynette purchased a dozen more bras in different colors and styles, some designed to push up the breasts for enhanced cleavage. She tried to find bras with front hooks so Carl wouldn’t have such a struggle. At this time they took a lunch break, also at company expense, where they ate and talked and got better acquainted.

"Mr. Berg is certainly being kind and generous to me, spending all this money," Carl said.

"Don’t kid yourself, honey, Bob Berg is walking scared. He’ll do anything to keep you from suing the company. He’s getting by cheap, but the day isn’t over yet. We got much more shopping to do for the really expensive items."

After lunch, the ladies proceeded to the dress section where Lynette selected a multitude of outfits for Carl to try on. They purchased with abandon...dresses, skirts, blouses, sweaters, and accessories. Lynette advising Carl on where, when, and how to wear each item. Carl paid strict attention and was really getting into this cross dressing thing. After all, it was to be the new way of life for him. They finished in the shoe department with Lynette having Carl try on many different styles of shoes to go with his new outfits, from canvas to 2" pumps to 3" hi-heeled dress shoes, buying them all. He had a little problem with the highest heels but she said he’d get used to them with practice. Then, back to Carl’s house to model the new wardrobe.

Carl and Lynette took the new items into his bedroom and unwrapped everything and removed the price tags. She helped Carl sort out the lingerie and put them away. The shoes were put in the closet. The dresses, skirts, and blouses were hung in the closet and the sweaters and accessories were placed in drawers. Lynette noticed that Carl lived alone and what a neat housekeeper he was and was impressed. She picked out an ensemble for him to try on and left the room.

Carl stripped naked, except for the white nylon bra, and began to re-dress in the new feminine attire. First, the white panties with the lace trim. He’d obviously never worn such things before, but they fit and felt nice. Lynette’s estimate of size was perfect. Next, he stepped into a pink half-slip she had ready, pulling it up to his waist. It felt good sliding over the nylon panties. Carl sat down and carefully rolled up a pair of dark shaded thigh-high stockings onto his hairless legs, noticing how good they felt and how nicely they shaped his legs. He was beginning to feel an unusual sensation. He was getting aroused, yet he felt so comfortable dressing this way. Everything felt so strange, yet natural to him. Seeing himself in the mirror, he was beginning to look like a real woman. He still was wearing the wig and makeup. He stepped into a form fitting navy blue wool skirt, pulling it up over his slip and made sure the slip was smooth underneath. It fit over his hips perfectly. He zipped up the rear zipper so that it pulled in to his slender waist. Now he put on a fine light blue wool sweater which conformed nicely over his breasts which he had always tried to conceal and laid over the skirt which fell 2" below his knees. Lastly, he put on a pair of black 2" heeled pumps that Lynette had selected for him.

While Carl was dressing, Lynette had looked around his living room and noticed all the handwork and wall hangings.

"Carl, you have some beautiful items on your walls. Did someone make them for you?" she asked.

"Thanks, but no, I made them myself," he replied through the closed door. Lynette was impressed again. ‘He’s so domestic’, she thought to herself, ‘He or she will make someone a good wife.’

Carla stepped into the living room and presented herself fully dressed.

"Ta Da, how do I look!" Carla said, twirling around for Lynette’s inspection.

"Very Nice! I have good taste, and you do make an attractive woman. Tomorrow, we’ll do something about your hair. I’ve scheduled an appointment at a salon for a complete makeover for you. It’ll probably take all day. By the way, Bob has given us a full week for this transformation. You’ll start next Monday, OK? That should be plenty of time for you to practice."

"Yes, that’s fine with me. I’m really beginning to like this."

"Listen honey, welcome to the woman’s world. Don’t think it’s going to a bed of roses, or as you men like to think of it as a world of ‘lace panties’. You’ve never been exposed to the put downs and disregard a woman endures. Most times we’re thought of only as sex objects and servants. For example, take Bob Berg...I’ve been at Midland longer than him, and I should have had his job when it was open, but I’m a woman and they don’t promote women to that position. They transferred him in from another city, and I had to train him! Instead, I got the position of managing a bunch of women. And all he thinks of me is that I’ve got nice legs!

It’s a man’s world, and you’re giving it up. I’m sorry, but, in my opinion, just because you may look like a woman, you’re still a man. You don’t know what it’s really like to be a woman, the harassment, the monthly cycles and all."

"Gee, Lynette, I’m sorry to get you started. I didn’t know you felt that way."

"Oh, I’m sorry Carl, I didn’t mean to dump on you that way. It’s just that I’m sort of down on men anyway, and here you are, a man trying to be a woman."

"Hey, it’s not of my doing. Do to the company not providing adequate protection, I got infected with a hormone which modified my body and wrecked my social life. I’m just trying to make the best of a bad situation. Maybe you could be a little sympathetic? It hasn’t been easy for me either."

"Oh, of course you’re right, Carl. It’s selfish of me to take it out on you.....You too are a victim. You’ll see what I meant about being a second class citizen. But, I promise to help you get through this. Will you accept my apology and be friends?"

"OK , but only if we can be girlfriends. I have to get used to that, and I think that’s the only way it will work for you. You’re quite the feminist."

"That’s right, Carla!" Lynette said laughing, taking his hands and giving him a big hug.

"You’ve got Bob by the balls, Carla, so let’s take full advantage of the situation. Let’s see, a day at the salon for a complete makeover, electrolysis for removal of your beard; that’s expensive, and, of course the wardrobe, what else can he pay for? How about sex change surgery, I’ve heard that’s very expensive?"

"Whoa, let’s not push it, Lynette. But what about schooling for computers?"

"Great idea, we’ll get you a private tutor...that’ll cost Bob a bundle, after all, you cant go off to a school somewhere, now can you? Not while you’re in transition. And speaking of school, how about a modeling school? They teach you makeup tips, social graces, and poise. I’ll get you into that too."

"This is going to be fun....Let’s go have dinner somewhere, girlfriend...company expense, you know," Lynette said.

Holding hands, Carla and Lynette left the house and spent the evening dining, drinking , and getting very well acquainted. Lynette’s attitude completely changed toward Carla. She forgot about Carl since she had become sympathetic toward his cause. They were both victims of Midland Feed Company.

The next morning, Carla shaved especially close and careful. Lynette picked her up and they checked in at the beauty salon, Lynette for a facial and haircut, Carla for a complete makeover. Carla wore the dress she had bought, thinking it might get soiled. she was led into a dressing room where she removed the wig and changed into a smock, provided by the salon, worn over her slip. With her full head of hair and buxom figure, and wearing the smock with stockings and high heels, nobody noticed anything unusual about his appearance, and she was no longer shy about passing as a woman. She took a seat in a reclining chair to commence the process. They began with a thorough skin cleansing and a complete facial. While that was setting, her hair was shampooed, set with curls, and dried. It was thick and long enough to be styled in a mannish bob with a few curls. The facial compounds were removed, her skin cleansed again, and the makeup session began. They plucked and contoured her eyebrows for a feminine look, then, applied a light foundation makeup for a base, tan eye shadow on her eyelids, eyeliner around her eyes, mascara to her lashes, pink blush to the hollows of her cheeks, and lastly, two coats of a smear resistant pink lipstick, first, outlining her lips with a tiny brush, then, filled in with the tube itself. All the while, the beauticians explaining each step so Carla would learn to do it herself. She felt confident that she could. Her fingernails were given a manicure with polish colored to match her lipstick. Her earlobes were pierced and gold loop earrings were inserted. She then returned to the dressing room to replace her dress. She was definitely pleased with her appearance.

When Lynette arrived to pick her up she said, "Carla, you’re drop dead gorgeous! They worked magic on you. Your hair! I love that look. Do you think you can maintain it?"

"Thank you. I’m sure I can. They instructed me as we went along. Looks easy."

"They even gave you earrings! Great. Well now, we’ve got the rest of the week for you to practice. Let’s go back to your place and I’ll start teaching you some of the finer points of being a lady. By the way, I enrolled you into a modeling school. It starts next month with evening classes. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, you and eleven other girls."

The balance of the week was spent with Lynette instructing Carla how to sit, walk, talk, gesture, and generally act like a lady. They spent all day, every day and evenings together intensely practicing. It was a crash course. But it wasn’t all work and no play. There was the usual horsing around between the two girls. Lynette was very dominant while Carla became very submissive to her. Whenever they’d start to wrestle, Lynette always wound up on top. Carla was the perfect hostess and served Lynette her food and beverages, willingly. Carla was to be ready for work on Monday morning. Friday night, they decided to quit and have some fun. They had dinner, went to a movie, and stopped for drinks afterward. Lynette brought Carla home after their "date". She bid Carla goodnight with a short kiss on the lips. Carla was surprised momentarily, then submitted to Lynette’s long, deep, wet tongue searching kiss. Breaking away, Carla said, "I thought you considered me a woman now."

"I do, hon. Do you have a problem with what I did?"

"Not at all, It explains a lot of things," Carla replied, hunkering down into Lynette’s embrace.

"Carla, you live alone in this big house..do you ever get lonely? I mean, have you ever considered a roommate?"

"I did till I grew boobs. I lost all my male friends with their ridicule. I couldn’t very well have a male roommate with this body, and I figured a female would consider me a freak."

"I don’t consider you a freak"

"Your telling me you’d like to move in with me? I cant think of anything better. It would be just us girls, right?" Carla said winking. "But, I’ve only got one bedroom now. The other rooms are all in use."

"Is that a problem for you?" Lynette replied.

"Not at all"

Lynette gave her a big hug, another kiss and departed. She moved her belongings in over the weekend with Carla’s help. Since she now accepted Carla as a woman, her true feelings surfaced and their lovemaking was intense; as two women making love, with no penetration other than oral. Carla began work at the mill’s office where she was immediately accepted by the other women. She completed the modeling school to further enhance her feminine traits, developing poise and confidence as a woman; she learned the computer skills for her job from the tutor, and completed the electrolysis treatment to remove all unwanted facial hair. She continued with the balanced hormone medication as provided by the doctor. She and Lynette planned to take a trip during the next summer’s vacation where they planned to get married but still live life as two women. (Lynette wants to be the groom, of course.)

Carla wants Mr. Berg to be the best man. She blesses him for what happened.

 

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