Rebirth

By

JL Williams

 

To: Kelly J. Robinson

With all my love.

My best friend, my true

Confidant, my inspiration

For finishing this book, my

Emotional safety valve, and

The person who has caused

The best times in my life to

Happen.

A New Birth 

 

CHAPTER ONE: THE ACCIDENT AND THE AWAKENING

Terence Hopkins stood quietly on the jetway waiting for his turn to board the flight home. It had been a particularly difficult week. He loved New York, but a week of "The Big Apple", always left him drained. Terence had the blank look worn by all of the other frequent flyers shuffling along the jetway to board the six o’clock Friday night flight back to Chicago. If Terence looked different at all, he looked a little flushed. He was thinking about the transvestite books and magazines in his brief case. One of the nice trade offs to the New York hassles was the ample supply, and excellent selection of transvestite literature available in Manhattan. He hoped against hope that there would be some privacy on this flight, but his experienced eye told him that he should be glad that he didn’t have to sit in a dreaded center seat.

As Terence settled his six foot three inch, two hundred twenty-five pound frame into the aisle seat halfway back into the 727, he quietly nodded at the elderly couple seated next to him. The gray haired woman sitting to his left nodded sweetly, and asked if Terence was going to Chicago. Terence always loved that question. Where else would he be going? He said yes, and turned to his briefcase. He was sure that this flight would not allow the enjoyment of reading about beautiful young men in sensual feminine attire. As he opened his briefcase he quickly moved the brown paper bag containing the book and the two magazines to the bottom. Instead of opening the bag, Terence removed a sheaf of papers and began to review the numbers that he would have to present at the meeting on Monday morning.

The flight attendant was droning on about the safety features of the airplane, and Terence, like so many others, and so many other times before, really didn’t listen. He focused instead on the September variance report from the New York office. The plane inched its way down the runway as Terence ignored the whole procedure. His concentration was broken by the gray haired woman asking him if he was afraid to fly. He said no. He told her that he flew at least twice a week, and usually more than that. The old woman repeated everything to her husband. She then asked Terence if he was married, and with that Terence knew that he would get no work done on this flight. Terence could only tell her that yes he was married. At this point the pilot announced that flight 325 was next for take off, that the flight attendants should take their seats.

The engines roared and the plane started to streak down the runway. Terence went back to the reports. The plane lifted off the runaway. Seconds later there was a deafening roar, and a blinding flash of light on the right side of the airplane!

Terence could feel himself slowly coming out of a very deep sleep. He could feel the fogginess lifting and slowly leaving his brain. As it left, the cool sensation of the sheets above and below him were filling his brain. For a moment he just enjoyed it, the he remembered---the Airplane!!

"I must have survived the crash!" He quickly shifted from the excitement of realizing he was alive, to knowing he had to take inventory of his body.

"Am I paralyzed, burned, injured?" He was afraid to open his eyes. First he wiggled his toes. He gently flexed his fingers. He ever so slightly moved his legs, then his arms, and finally his neck.

"Well, everything seems to move." He now knew he had to open his eyes, and to visually inspect the damage. Slowly, ever so slowly, Terence opened his eyes. He looked up into a soft lemon yellow ceiling. His eyes, squinting from the brightness of the room, shut quickly. He looked again, without moving his head. He waited a few minutes, and then he looked to the right. There was a window. Beyond the window was a large beautifully manicured lawn. Again the light forced him to close his eyes. He slowly reopened his eyes, and cautiously looked to his left. He saw a beautiful, yet blurred vision in white. As his eyes adjusted he saw a beautiful woman with jet-black hair, pale white skin, and striking blue eyes.

"Good afternoon," she whispered, "we’ve been waiting for you to wake up."

Terence wanted to speak, but there were too many questions to be asked, and they all wanted to be asked at the same time. He turned his eyes back toward the ceiling, and slowly exhaled. He tried to gain his composure, but his mind was racing--- "Where was he?" "Where was his family?" "How long was he unconscious?"

His mind was into overdrive. Suddenly there was the sound of a door opening. Terence looked down past the end of the bed to where the sound was coming from, and he saw what appeared to be a doctor enter the room

"How is our patient?" the man asked pleasantly.

"Just fine," answered the voice next to Terence. "In fact you are here just in time for our patient to make a discovery."

Terence didn’t know what that meant, but he saw the woman stand up and meet the doctor at the foot of his bed. They looked down at Terence and smiled. They then turned to each other and embraced. As they separated, they walked to either side of the bed. Terence watched all of this with the dispassionate air of an uninterested spectator. His brain still had not gotten a grasp on consciousness. He had subconsciously decided that he was in a hospital, and that he would soon be back with his family. As that comforting thought washed against his brain, the couple at the foot of the bed reached down, and grabbed the top sheet on Terence’s bed. With one deft move they pulled it off of the bed leaving Terence uncovered, and naked!

The next few moments moved in slow motion. Terence saw the doctor and the woman move together again at the foot of the bed. Again they embraced. Their movement brought Terence’s eyes to the foot of the bed as well. At first all he could see was a blur of red. The sight of his toenails caused it. They had been painted bright red. His eyes were filling with water, and he was feeling faint.

"What has happened?" He tried to speak but there were no words coming from his mouth. He knew he didn’t board the airplane with painted toenails. He reopened his eyes, and saw that this was not his body. This was the body of a young girl.

"This is a dream, it must be." He tried to stay calm, and to take stock of the situation. As he narrowed his focus he saw breasts! They were shapely, firm, adorable breasts. This realization caused him to look at another part of his body--his groin--and there he saw his erection!

"What the...." He started to say, when the doctor looked down at Terence, smiled and said,

"Welcome into the world Jamie Lynne."

 

CHAPTER TWO: THE FIRST NIGHT

"Jamie Lynne? What’s going on?" Terence felt faint, his mind shut down. He started to black out. From the darkness he heard the doctor say to the woman, that Jamie needed to sleep.

"The shock is too much for our new niece."

Terence tried to grasp the meaning of the last sentence, but he could only see a bright red blob in his mind’s eye. It was the mass of red from his toenails. As he drifted into a troubled state of unconsciousness, is last thought was that Jamie Lynne wasn’t a bad name.

Some time later Terence drifted back into the real world. This time he quickly opened his eyes to once again find his body covered with a sheet. He tried to get up. Slowly he began to move his legs across the sheet. The movement brought an instant reaction in his groin. The sheets were satin, and his legs were shaven and smooth. Terence brought his hands to his calves, and gently caressed his silky smooth legs with his fingernails.

Fingernails! He recoiled, and quickly pulled his hands from beneath the sheets and stared at the small delicate hands. Hands with long finger nails in the same bright red polish as his toes! Terence slowly sat up. He sat there for a moment to let his mind slow down, and to get his bearings in this room.

He looked frantically around the room for a mirror. Across the room was a full-length mirror. Terence slowly stood up, and unsteadily made his way across the room to the mirror. What he saw made him slump to the floor. What Terence saw staring back at him was a five foot six inch, one hundred twenty pound, blond haired, blue eyed, eighteen year old, beautiful girl. Only it couldn’t be, it was he. It was Terence Hopkins. Closer physical inspection showed this vision to have a perfect hourglass figure, and the complete incongruity of a six-inch penis--now fully erect. Sitting with his head on his knees Terence didn’t know how to react. He didn’t know what to do. The only calming thought he had was how pretty his hair smelled as it fell over his head onto his knees. He knew he had to get up, get dressed, and find out what happened. But how?

Terence didn’t have to wait long. Within seconds the door opened. A middle-aged woman entered the room. She wore a stereotypical maid’s outfit that was

much too short for a woman her age. She also wore exceptionally high heels that showed off very nice legs for a woman who appeared to be in her mid-forties.

She entered the room briskly, and asked Terence if he needed help getting up, only instead of saying Terence, she said, "Jamie Lynne." Terence said he was okay, and as unsteady as he was made it slowly to his feet.

"What has happened to me?" Terence/Jamie asked.

In a soft dusky voice the maid said, "you have been chosen. You are the beneficiary of all their knowledge. Come child, it is time to get dressed for dinner. At dinner tonight you will learn more."

Well this didn’t help. Terence found himself/herself standing naked in front of the maid.

"What is your name?" He asked softly, still trying to decide if he should be covering his groin, his breasts, or both.

"Eve," she said, "now please put these on."

Eve handed Jamie a series of wonderfully feminine articles to don. Eve first gave Jamie a pair of lacy bikini panties with pink roses on a peach background. Jamie noted in his/her dazed mind that they were gently scented. The panties did not cover Jamie’s raging hard on. Eve told Jamie that they would work around this "little" problem until later. Next came a garter belt that matched the bikini briefs, and sheer nude colored nylons. A lacy matching bra completed the underwear part of getting dressed.

Terence stole a look into the mirror. He couldn’t believe it! It had to be a dream. But it felt so good. These dainty garments fit wonderfully. He had so wanted to look like this, but it was always a fantasy.

Eve gently brought him back to reality by having him step into a short white summer dress that showed off his/her cleavage. Terence’s mind was swirling. He found himself totally confused. He was looking at himself and using feminine pronouns to describe himself. It was as if he was looking at himself as another person. Someone he had not yet met. Eve presented Jamie with three inch, white, high heel shoes. Eve commented on how great Jamie’s legs were. Terence nodded dumbly. He was still dazed as Eve helped him/her into the shoes.

Eve then led Jamie to a make up table, and sat Jamie in the chair that faced the mirror. Eve applied lipstick, and some eye make up. Eve said that Jamie was too pretty and too young to need much make up at all. Eve then combed Jamie’s shoulder length hair. She lightly sprayed it, and patted it into place. Finally, Eve placed a simple gold chain around Jamie’s neck. The center of the chain had the initials "JLM". Eve also added earrings--Jamie hardly even noticed that her ears were pierced. Terence had fallen in love with the reflection of Jamie Lynne.

Eve then stood Jamie up so she could admire her work. Eve’s eyes went from the top of Jamie’s head to the tips of her dainty feet. Eve shook her head. There was something wrong. She had to fix it.

Eve knelt down in front of Jamie, and lifted Jamie’s dress. Eve pulled down the peach panties. She looked up lovingly at Jamie, and begged Jamie to let her correct the one thing that stood away from Jamie’s total femininity.

The pressure of the hard on mixed with the confusion in Jamie’s mind. She would have let Eve do anything to her. Jamie could only smile and nod. That was all Eve needed. She attacked Jamie’s erection with a combination of hunger and gentleness that sent a message to Jamie’s brain. It said, "This won’t take long." Within moments Jamie’s thighs tightened, she gasped, and she felt the spasms of orgasm shoot through her body. Eve sucked and licked until there wasn’t a drop of semen left, just a smile on both of their faces.

Eve said, "I hope you will allow me to take care of you like that again mistress."

"Mistress?" Jamie thought. It seemed like only minutes ago "she" was Terence. This was weird. It had to be a dream, but if it was, it was one Terence didn’t want to awake from, at least not yet.

Eve stood up and gently kissed Jamie on the lips. Jamie could taste herself on the soft moist lips of the maid. Eve said, "You are a goddess. Come now, Jamie Lynne, we mustn’t keep the doctors waiting any longer."

Eve held Jamie’s hand, and led her down the hallway and then, despite Jamie’s familiarity with three-inch heels, helped Jamie cautiously down the winding staircase. The pair wound their way through the first floor of the mansion, and up to a set of closed double doors.

Eve took Jamie by both hands, smiled at her, and said, "Jamie Lynne get ready to meet your creators."

Jamie blushed right down to her toes. This was getting too real to be a dream and yet too bizarre to be real. What the hell was going on in her...his life? The only way to find out would be to go into the room behind these closed doors! Jamie started towards the doors, and Eve stepped forward to open them. As Jamie entered she found herself in the largest and most intimidating dining room she had ever seen outside of a hotel. Seated at the huge table beneath a beautiful chandelier were the two people she had seen when she had first regained consciousness. They slowly stood up, smiled, and moved to meet Jamie. They each embraced Jamie, who in her still slightly dazed, and now overwhelmed, state stood there dumbly as they each kissed her on the cheek.

Looking past Jamie, the woman informed Eve that she had done an excellent job, and she could now leave, and take the rest of the evening off. With that, Eve silently disappeared.

"Well, Jamie Lynne, which do you want to do first," asked the man, "eat or ask questions?"

"Definitely questions. What has happened to me? Where am I? Who are you?" The questions gushed out of Terence.

"You are the culmination of many years of hard work. Jamie Lynne, you are a medical miracle. First, let me tell you who we are. I am Dr. John Roberts, and this is my wife Dr. Leslie Masters. We are both surgeons, and we have created you over several months. Your brain belongs to a victim of an airplane crash. We were summoned from our usual duties at the New York hospital to the emergency room to assist during the catastrophe. Your body, what there was of it, was a mess, but there was still some brain activity."

Dr. Masters continued, "John and I had just lost a patient in the upstairs operating room. A young boy, he was the body you are in now. Obviously modified. The poor boy died of a drug overdose. John thought this was the perfect opportunity to try the operation that we had been working towards performing. I won’t bother you with the details tonight, but you are the success of our efforts. The transplanting of the crash victim’s brain into the young boy’s body."

Jamie sat mesmerized. "But you said the ‘boy’ died. There is only one place that I look like a ‘boy’," Jamie said.

Dr. Roberts replied, "That is the next part of the miracle. You see Jamie, Leslie and I are extremely liberated in our sexual tastes. We are both extremely attracted to transvestites. Believe it or not, we were never truly able to satisfy our fantasies in New York. The diseases, the never quite right person, the need to be very careful--sexually and professionally, plus the pressure of being in a high profile hospital, just never left us fulfilled.

So we moved here, to southeastern Ohio, here, to Hunter, Ohio. We set up a practice, teach at the local university, and are free to live in as much or as little isolation as we wish. We also can travel as we wish. For you see the people are so glad to have us, they never ask any questions. I think if they ever suspected anything, they would be more than pleased to put up with our idiosyncrasies. However, we are quite careful to keep our little secrets just that.

Recently we announced that we were going to have Dr. Leslie’s niece come to live with us. Her parents, unfortunately, were killed in an automobile accident, and as soon as she was out of the hospital she would be coming to live with us. Jamie Lynne, you are Leslie’s niece. You are now Jamie Lynne Masters. We very much hope that you will be able to live with us, and enjoy your new life. We are sure that you will find this new life interesting, stimulating, and far from boring. Now you must eat something.

Terence was stunned. This was his fantasy come to life. He ate something, but was too deep in thought to know what it was. Thankfully John and Leslie left him to his thoughts. Finally he asked, "How old am I?"

Dr. Leslie said, "you are eighteen years old, and going into your senior year in high school."

Jamie blushed once again, and in panic blurted, "how can I go to high school? Everyone will know I am not a girl. What about physical education?"

Dr. Leslie stood up and walked over, and stood behind Jamie. She placed her soft hands on Jamie’s bare shoulders. "Jamie Lynne, it is July 7, and we have lots of time to work on your femininity. You have two months to get used to being Jamie Lynne. As for ‘PE’ it is all taken care of, you have a ‘doctor’s excuse!" Leslie and John both laughed.

"Now come, let’s have coffee on the terrace, or would you prefer milk?" asked Dr. John with a sly smile.

The three of them sat on the terrace for over two hours. The doctors quizzed Terence on what he remembered from his past life. They were astonished. He remembered everything up to the crash. Selective amnesia took care of the pain from the crash. Terence also assured the doctors, that while this was truly weird he would not try to escape. Besides, where would he go? Anyway he needed to get his mind and body in sync.

The doctors told Terence that they would tell him more about what happened to him over the next few days. Secretly they were both delighted. This was much better than they could have ever hoped for. The brain and personality that they had added to this newly created body was bright, personable, and reasonable. They finished the session by telling Jamie that part of this new life was to be pampered. Terence/Jamie was very wealthy. She was to get used to a life of privilege. They said that they would explain everything in good time, but it was late. It was time for bed.

The three of them walked through the mansion to the stairs. As they climbed the stairs, Dr. Leslie said that Eve would give Jamie the tour of the estate tomorrow. When they came to Jamie’s room, Dr. Leslie told Dr. John to go on to their room. Dr. Leslie would see to it that Jamie got settled in on her first night.

Dr. Leslie told Jamie to get undressed, and to hang up the dress in the closet. She said Eve would normally do that but that it was late and Eve had gone to bed already. Leslie told Jamie to put her lingerie in the basket in the corner. Jamie stripped to her bra and panties. Suddenly she got shy with Dr. Leslie standing there.

Leslie turned to face Jamie. She was holding a royal blue satin teddy. "This should do nicely," she said.

Seeing Jamie’s reluctance, Leslie said, "Oh Jamie Lynne, please take off your clothes, I not only have seen you naked many times, I created much of what you are afraid to let me see."

Slowly Jamie took off the front hook bra, and even more slowly took of the bikini panties--slowly because she was embarrassed by the fact that once again she had an erection. Dr. Leslie smiled, and said, "That erection will never let you

wear this beautiful outfit, or even let you get to sleep. Go lie down on the bed."

By the time Jamie walked to the bed and pulled back the cover sheet and blanket, Leslie was out of her black cocktail dress, and on her way to join Jamie. Leslie was on Jamie like a cat. Before Jamie could even move Leslie was kissing Jamie on the neck, on the shoulder, then raising herself up and looking down at Jamie, kissed her full on the mouth, attacking Jamie’s throat with her tongue. Jamie melted back into the satin sheets.

This is what she had always dreamed of having happen to her. The joy of being the "woman" while someone made love to "her", it was almost too much. She moaned with delight. That only made Leslie work harder. Leslie lowered herself to Jamie’s nipples. She began to kiss them softly, to lick them, then to suck on them, to tenderly nip them with her teeth.

Jamie could not believe how wonderful this felt. Her nipples were erect and she was on fire with passion. Jamie grabbed Leslie’s head and held her face on her left breast. This was heaven Jamie thought, but it was only going to get better. Leslie moved down to Jamie’s torso, she kissed every inch of her. Leslie lingered on her soft glistening navel, and slowly caressed her way to Jamie’s right knee, and then all the way down to her feet. For what seemed like forever, Leslie worshiped Jamie’s toes, heels, ankles, and insteps. She kissed, licked and sucked each of Jamie’s toes.

They were both consumed with passion. Leslie quickly spread Jamie’s legs, and mounted her. Jamie gasped. She truly felt like a woman. True, she had the penis, but it was she who was being taken. It was Jamie who was intoxicated with passion, and it was Leslie who was in control. Jamie was bucking her hips wildly and Leslie was grinding her hips into Jamie with equal force. They were both glistening with perspiration.

Suddenly Jamie could hold on no longer. She grabbed Leslie and held her tightly while she exploded into her. Leslie came right with her. And as they both slowly caught their breath, they held each other gently, and lay in each other’s arms, motionless in the bed.

Jamie started to cry. She couldn’t help it. It started slowly, and then came in torrents. She had never been so happy. The events of the day had finally caught up with her. As the tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks, Leslie smiled, and kissed her softly on the cheek. Leslie got out of the bed, covered Jamie, and

told her to get some sleep. She then kissed her again, and thanked her for joining the family.

 

CHAPTER THREE: THE FIRST DAY

The sun was streaming into Jamie’s bedroom when Eve gently woke her. She opened her eyes and slowly rolled onto her left side, there was Eve. She felt the sensuousness of the satin sheets against her naked body. Jamie realized she never did put on the teddy. The thought of last night made Jamie smile. Then she felt herself hard. "This must be one of the great side benefits of having an eighteen year old body thought the Terence part of Jamie’s brain. Try as she might, Jamie stayed hard.

Jamie briefly thought that this still might be a dream, but it couldn’t be. It had already gone on much too long for that. Jamie then looked up at Eve. She stood next to the bed holding a pretty summer robe. It was light blue satin, trimmed in white lace. Jamie got out of bed and into the robe. It felt wonderful next to her smooth silky hairless skin. It did however heighten her sexual arousal. Eve pretended not to notice, and told Jamie that it was time for her bath.

She led Jamie to the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom. It was massive. The walls were all mirrors, and in the center of the room was a bathtub that would

easily hold three or four people. The tub was steaming, and topped with scented bubbles. Eve helped Jamie out of her robe and into the tub.

As Jamie luxuriated in the water, she didn’t notice that Eve was taking off her clothes as well. Eve startled Jamie as she entered the tub. As Eve moved towards Jamie in the four feet of water, she explained that the tub was much too large for her to wash Jamie from the outside, and since it was her job to care for Jamie, she had to get in the tub.

Jamie put herself into Eve’s expert hands. She washed Jamie from head to toe, stopping only to kiss and caress Jamie’s neck and shoulders. Jamie was totally aroused! When she could stand it no longer she turned around to face Eve, and kissed her on the lips. Eve returned the kiss with an open mouth. As they moved and the water swirled around them, Eve was gently massaging Jamie’s penis. Jamie moved to stroke Eve’s pussy. Eve shifted her body towards Jamie. Jamie then got the surprise of her new life. Eve was built just like Jamie!

Eve quietly whispered for Jamie to please stroke her. Jamie was too aroused and too shocked not to just comply with whatever Eve asked. She gently massaged the aroused Eve. Soon both "girls" were kissing every part of each other that was above the water. They were softly moaning to the mutual

massages. It wasn’t frenzied like the night before with Leslie. It was quiet, it was "nice". Within a few minutes they each came, and they held each other gently. Not like lovers, but like sisters.

"Thank you Jamie, that was beautiful, you are wonderful," said Eve. She then looked lovingly into Jamie’s light blue eyes and softly kissed her on the lips. Eve then abruptly turned and got out of the tub. Eve dried herself off and then quickly dressed. She then motioned for Jamie to get out of the tub so that she could dry her off.

Once dry, Jamie sat on the stool in the bathroom so that Eve could apply the proper morning makeup. Again not much more than some eye makeup and lipstick was necessary. Eve then fixed Jamie’s hair into a cute flip that curled inward toward the tips of her ears. She then positioned a set of small pearl stud earrings into her pierced ears. Jamie sat transfixed, staring at the mirror while Eve went off to select the proper clothes.

This was a miracle she thought. This is too wonderful for words. Jamie’s thoughts were interrupted by Eve who returned with a spandex exercise outfit, a sweatband for her hair, and a pair of high top aerobic shoes. Eve informed Jamie that if she was going to keep the body that she could not take her eyes off of, the lovely reflection in the mirror, then she would have to work at keeping it. Jamie slipped into the workout suit with some difficulty. Her penis was certainly showing. Eve helped her tuck it underneath her crotch with some difficulty, but eventually her front and profile looked as they should.

The two "ladies" left the dressing area, and were headed for the veranda at the back of the mansion. Waiting for Jamie was Leslie, and someone new. He was introduced as ‘Riccardo, the aerobics instructor’. Jamie looked at Leslie with panic in her eyes. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t even properly slow dance in her Terence years. Aerobics would be completely out of the question.

Leslie saw the look, and said, "don’t worry Jamie Lynne, Riccardo knows that you have been injured, and he knows hat you have never participated in any type of aerobics class. He’ll go slowly, but I’m sure that you’ll pick this up right away! Won’t she Riccardo?"

He answered yes with a big grin, and an even bigger lisp. This guy is a real screamer thought Jamie. Before she could think anything else Leslie and Riccardo had her dancing and strutting for over an hour. She was exhausted, but

had to admit that the workout was fun and felt great. She also had new found respect for both Leslie and Riccardo.

As soon as the workout was over, Riccardo bowed and left. Just as rapidly Eve arrived with two terry cloth robes and led the girls to the table on the far end of the veranda where breakfast was waiting.

Leslie asked, "Did you sleep well?" Jamie smiled and said that she slept well, and slept with a smile on her face. Leslie beamed. She then asked if Eve was taking care of her properly. Jamie said yes, and again with a big smile. Leslie said that Eve had been with the family for three years. Eve was an orderly at the hospital in New York where she and John worked. They had found ‘him’ taking nurses uniforms out of the laundry. Rather than reprimand him, they took him home. After several months, they put him on hormones, and a special diet. Once nature had altered its course, he quit his hospital job and became their maid. Since he was the first person they had altered in this way, they renamed him---Eve.

Jamie then asked about Riccardo. Leslie laughed, "Oh him, what a riot! He is wonderful. John enjoys teasing him. He keeps promising Riccardo big things. He teaches aerobics in town. I have had him coming here for private lessons since we moved in. Trust me he never even sees you. He keeps hoping that John will take up aerobics."

The two girls ate breakfast. Leslie told Jamie what was in store for the rest of the day. Basically it consisted of taking a shower, and changing into bathing suits to sunbathe. Jamie could ask some more questions and get used to her surroundings. Leslie added that there were too few great days like this to waste doing anything else.

Jamie followed Leslie to the pool area. As was the norm for this place, it was huge. This whole mansion, the pampering, coupled with the new body was causing Jamie to feel that Terence was slipping away too quickly. She was losing the worldliness of his/her previous life. The mansion was beautifully appointed, and surrounded by eight foot high shrubs and a fence that guaranteed absolute privacy. As they lay by the pool Jamie could hardly take her eyes off of Leslie who looked ravishing in a white thong bikini.

Jamie’s lust mitigated the uncomfortable feeling she had wearing the one-piece hot pink bathing suit. It was cut high on the thigh, and had virtually no back. In

the front it went right to her neck and had a high collar. Jamie felt sexy wearing it in the bedroom when Eve helped her put it on, but somehow outside, it felt odd. Leslie on the other hand was the picture of control. She showed none of the animal lust she had displayed last night. Jamie and Leslie settled into the lounge chairs.

In this relaxed atmosphere Leslie began telling Jamie how ‘she’ came into being. During the airplane catastrophe, which had happened nine months ago, much to Jamie’s shock. There was understandably complete pandemonium at the hospital. When the body, Terence’s body, was examined by Leslie’s husband, he saw that the body was a mess, but there was some brain activity. He quickly ordered the drug overdose patient and Terence to the same operating room, on an upper floor in the hospital. In the confusion no one noticed, nor did anyone really miss the presence of the two surgeons who were volunteers, and not part of the catastrophic emergency team.

Leslie told Jamie of the operation in some detail. Basically what had happened was a brain transplant. Jamie’s brain was placed into the body of the drug-overdosed teen. They never thought that it would work. They rushed Terence’s dead body back to the trauma center, and the teenager was taken to the recovery room.

Terence asked about his family. Leslie informed Jamie that his family was doing quite well. The insurance from his company, social security, and the settlement from the airline had set his family up financially for life. Probably better than he would have been able to do if he had not ‘died’. Leslie told Jamie that without the operation there was virtually no chance of Terence surviving. If he had it would have been in a vegetative state.

Jamie grew quiet. ‘He’ would never be able to see his family again. ‘He’ knew that he would always miss his family. It would always be a tie that would bind him to his masculine past.

Leslie broke the silence by continuing her narrative. The teen lived. No one could believe the recovery, especially Drs. Masters and Roberts, who never in their wildest imaginings expected their first attempt to be a success. The teen was a nameless runaway. Once he was taken out of intensive care, the hospital was looking to get him into the county recovery facility. Leslie said that she and John offered to take this troubled child home. The staff was moved by the childless couple’s kindness. The doctors knew that they could now begin the process of

creating a new person.

Once they deemed Jamie strong enough they began the physical changes. Plastic surgery, electrolysis, hormone injections, and electronically controlled physical therapy was performed around the clock for muscle tone. Jamie was lucid for only brief moments during the entire process. This was due partially to the trauma of the accident, the seriousness of the operation and its extremely intrusive nature, and the medication that they administered to keep him/her docile. The treatment ended Saturday. Yesterday was Sunday; today was the first Monday of Jamie’s new life!

"Jamie, what do you think of your new life?" Leslie asked.

Jamie wanted to tell her everything. She wanted to tell her that this was a dream come true. She wanted to tell her that last night was the most wonderful night of her/his life. But Jamie thought it best to wait. He/she thought that maybe it was something to do with prisoners becoming involved with their captors. Jamie said only that he/she needed to sort all of this out, and that the doctors had nothing to fear.

‘Jamie’ would behave and learn. If it became a problem she would come to them to discuss the problem, not try to run away or go to the press. Jamie sat quietly. She could not believe this. Yet it was true! She lay back in the lounge chair and dozed off into a restless sleep.

 

CHAPTER FOUR: A VISIT FROM THE DOCTOR

Jamie was gently awakened by Eve. She cautioned Jamie about too much sun. Jamie shook herself into the present, and smiled up at the kind and attentive Eve. Jamie couldn’t help but think that a year ago he/she would have done almost anything to look as good as Eve. Now she was a beautiful teenager! Eve helped Jamie into the soft white terry cloth robe, and the high heeled slippers. She informed Jamie that it was four o’clock in the afternoon, and it was time to dress for dinner. She also informed Jamie that Dr. Leslie had been called to the hospital on an emergency, ant that Jamie and Dr. Roberts would be dining alone.

Jamie stopped in her tracks. She had he body of an eighteen year old, but the mind and the experience of a forty year old. She knew this meant one thing. This was to be her evening with the good doctor. Her mind raced. What would this be like? Could she do it? Do what? Eve must have sensed Jamie’s trepidation. Eve told Jamie that the doctor was a wonderful and kind man, and that Jamie had nothing to fear.

Moments later Jamie was naked, in her room, yet many miles away. Jamie had never ever been with another man sexually. In her former life the thought had never really entered her mind. Now, however, it was a different matter. She had enjoyed the encounter with Leslie. She felt like a woman as Leslie lowered herself onto Jamie’s erection. She hadn’t minded stroking Eve’s penis in the tub today. Maybe she could deal with this if she didn’t think about it until she needed to deal with it. Maybe ‘she’ could deal with it if ‘she’ could think of this body and mind as ‘she’.

Eve was busily working. Eve had scrubbed, buffed, coiffed, and scented every appropriate inch of Jamie. She sensed that Eve was under pressure to make her look her absolute best. Eve was busy with Jamie’s hair, which was curled under so that it just tipped her shoulders. Her makeup was applied as always, just lightly but this night just a little more eye makeup and just a little more rouge. Was it true or was it just Jamie’s overworked imagination? She couldn’t be sure.

Eve moved to Jamie’s fingers and toes. Each was filed and polished a deep red. Jamie’s heart was pounding. She was once again sexually aroused. Eve quietly told Jamie to calm herself. As Eve expertly and daintily finished the last of Jamie’s toes, she tried to get Jamie’s mind off of her evening with the doctor. She talked about Jamie’s up coming school year, and what to expect. She tried everything, but Jamie was far too nervous and excited all at the same time.

By the time Jamie’s fingers and toes were dry, Eve gave up trying to calm her. She took Jamie by the hand and led her to the mirrored dressing area. Eve selected the sexiest and scantiest bra Jamie had ever seen. Eve quickly slipped the front clasping black bra on Jamie and hooked it in a flash. Eve then placed a black garter belt on Jamie and hooked it around her slender girlish waist, taking great care not to touch Jamie’s erection, or was it her imagination again? Next came the stockings. They were sheer black, with a floral design embroidered on the outer side of each calf. Eve carefully rolled the stockings up, and then just as carefully unrolled each one of the sensuous black beauties up Jamie’s silky soft legs. Jamie was actually gasping at the reflection in the mirror. She told Eve that she had to turn around; the sight of her own body was going to cause her to cum!

Jamie was ready to faint. This was too much. Eve then slipped on the shoes. They were elegant black satin pumps decorated with small silk bows on the toes, studded with rhinestones along the sides, and most impressive, they were four-inch heels. Once the shoes were properly fitted on Jamie’s feet, Eve had Jamie stand up. Jamie could not believe how beautiful she looked. Except for one thing--she could have been a perfect ten.

"With this hard on I’m a perfect eleven," quipped Jamie, trying to lighten the moment. But the excitement and the nervousness made it all come out as a mumble.

"What?" replied Eve, without stopping her work.

Jamie said to forget it. Eve walked to the dresser and removed what vaguely looked like a jock strap in the shape of an elephant’s head. With her usual swiftness and dexterity Eve strapped it around Jamie’s waist alongside the garter belt. The elephant’s trunk portion was hanging down, and Eve slipped Jamie’s penis into it. Then Eve gave a quick slap to the upright penis causing it to immediately go flaccid. Eve quickly pulled the now obedient imperfection to Jamie’s female form down, around, and under. Eve snapped the strap to the waist belt. Next, Eve used her obvious medical training to gently push Jamie’s testicles up into a cavity in her groin. The feminizing jock strap covered the area keeping the testicles tucked away. What remained in sight looked remarkably female. The strap made it impossible for Jamie to get an erection, and flattened her stomach to give her the proper feminine appearance.

Silently, Eve walked to the closet and selected the slinkiest black evening dress Jamie had ever laid eyes on. As Eve held the dress, Jamie carefully stepped into

it. Eve even more carefully pulled it up onto Jamie, and zippered her into this black piece of heaven. It was low cut and strapless. It showed off Jamie’s cleavage to its utmost. The back was cut even lower--almost right to her butt. The dress was extremely form fitting, and ended just below mid-thigh.

Jamie was sure nothing would ever feel as wonderful. She felt nothing but glowing femininity. She wanted to cry, she wanted to hug Eve, she wanted to thank Dr. John--any way she could.

The finishing touches were supplied from the jewelry box on the dresser. Eve selected some gold-hooped earrings and a beautiful gold necklace. Jamie had no idea what they looked like. She had completely spaced out. Her entire system had gone into overload. She was practically a zombie. From somewhere Eve dabbed perfume behind Jamie’s ears, behind her knees, and between her breasts. This caused no response from Jamie. She was out of it.

Eve could see that her charge was totally fogged out, so she clapped her hands sharply three times, and cried, "Earth to Jamie! Earth to Jamie!" This brought Jamie back to reality. She now looked into the mirror to see what she had become. What she saw looking back at her caused her to faint. Luckily Eve caught her, and propped her up in the makeup chair.

Eve went to the medicine cabinet, took smelling salts, and revived Jamie. "What’s the matter Jamie? Aren’t you happy with how you look?" Eve asked. Jamie started to cry.

Despite her earlier vow to keep Terence’s desire a secret she blurted out, "this is what I have always wanted to be. Eve I love what you and the doctors have done to me!" Then as if a great weight was lifted from her shoulders, she jumped up and hugged Eve. Now it was Eve’s turn to be stunned.

Eve held Jamie, and said, "This is too good to be true. The doctors were prepared to use mind-altering drugs if you resisted the change too violently. We were pleased with your initial response to your new self, but this is beyond any one of our wildest dreams. I can’t wait until the doctors know! This will make the rest of the summer such a success!" Eve hugged Jamie so hard she lifted her off of the floor.

Eve then composed herself, and carefully looked at Jamie to see what damage needed to be repaired. Jamie’s makeup needed a touch up, and her hair needed to

be combed out again. Eve quickly set to work, and in a few minutes Jamie was ready to head downstairs to have dinner with Dr. John.

Now that Jamie had confided her secret to Eve she felt she could trust her as a friend. "I feel like a teenager on her first date, what should I do?" asked Jamie.

"Jamie, you are a teenager on your first date. Just be yourself, you’ll do fine. The doctor is a man. Once he finds out that you are ‘one of us’ he will be positively euphoric. Now get your cute self down those stairs." Eve smiled, and squeezed Jamie’s hands, and turned her towards the door.

Jamie noticed that Eve was much friendlier and familiar as well. She looked forward to having Eve as a friend. Jamie turned back to face Eve, she kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Thank you". Jamie quickly turned and headed towards the stairway.

Jamie tried to stay composed. She walked out of the bedroom, down the hall and started down the stairway. She couldn’t catch her breath. She had to stop midway down the stairs. As she restarted her journey, the doctor came out of the den. He was dressed in a black tuxedo, and had a red carnation in the left lapel. Jamie for the first time noticed how handsome he was.

Dr. Roberts smiled broadly. He moved to the foot of the stairs and reached out to take Jamie’s hand. Instinctively Jamie reached out to take it. The doctor helped Jamie down the last two stairs. He then took her other hand, and lifted both hands above her head and spun Jamie round slowly.

He quietly whistled. "Jamie Lynne Masters, you are drop dead beautiful. Let’s go into the den and have a drink."

Dr. Roberts led Jamie into the den. Then to the large sofa facing the fireplace. As Jamie settled into the leather sofa, she was only too aware of her blatant sexuality. Once on the sofa her dress barely covered her bottom. She had to tug at the hem of the dress to cover the tops of the nylons. For the first time this night she became aware of her breasts, and how exposed they were in the black cocktail dress. She even found herself becoming mildly intoxicated by the scent of her own perfume.

The doctor snapped her back to reality by asking, "Jamie, what would you like to drink?" Jamie’s mind was racing. She knew a beer would be out of the

question, that was her drink of choice in her previous life. She was afraid to drink hard liquor, she knew that nine months on the wagon would have put her way out of practice for vodka.

"Doctor, am I old enough to have a drink?" She asked with a sly smile.

"Well, you are old enough in your own home, but not in town, or with your friends, young lady," he replied smiling back.

"Then I’ll have a glass of merlot," she said.

Jamie then noticed Eve in the corner. She moved to Dr. John, and said that she hated to interrupt, but he had an important telephone call from the hospital. As the doctor left he asked Eve to get a bottle of merlot from the cellar.

The two exited the room together, leaving Jamie alone to her thoughts. She started to lose her breath again, but managed to calm herself down by thinking about how she would do certain aerobic exercises.

What Jamie did not know was that there was no telephone call. Eve was busy informing the doctor about Jamie’s confession regarding her present state. The doctor was stunned. He told Eve to get the wine, and not to let Jamie know that he was aware of her confession. He would wait a few minutes, mainly to compose himself, but also to not raise Jamie’s suspicions if they reentered the room together.

Eve quietly entered the den with the drinks. She handed Jamie her red wine, and set the doctor’s scotch on the glass coffee table. Jamie took a small sip of the wine and felt it go straight to her brain! She was definitely out of practice. She would need to go slow on the drinks she thought if she was going to manage her evening with the good doctor.

Moments later the doctor entered and walked over to the sofa. He sat on the opposite side of the sofa from Jamie. He started to gently ask her questions. Not questions about her past, but about her present. How did she feel about her new body? What did she think about repeating her senior year in high school? How was Eve treating her? What were her thoughts on staying the way she was? What would she change?

Before Jamie could answer any of the questions Eve was back with the rest of

the bottle of red wine. The doctor thanked Eve, and then apologized to Jamie. He said such a night deserved a toast. He toasted her by welcoming Jamie into the family, and wished her health, happiness, and true self-realization. As their glasses touched, Jamie wished she could tell the doctor that it appeared she had already achieved those wishes.

Jamie began answering the questions that the doctor had asked, but she was being deliberately vague, and as cautious as possible. She was still not sure that she should reveal her true feelings. She told the doctor that she needed to get used to this new self. That it was too early to tell. That she was very grateful to the doctors for saving her life, but what would happen next was too unclear and the future too cloudy to deal with now. She was honest when she expressed fear about going to high school. She said she was even afraid to venture past the grounds of the estate. She finished by saying that Eve was wonderful, but she hoped that she wasn’t taking up too much of Eve’s time.

Dr. Roberts laughed, he said, "Jamie, you will have to get used to the fact that your are now, how shall I say, ‘to the manor born’. You will have servants evermore. You must learn to give these people the direction and the discipline they need to be fulfilled."

Jamie wasn’t sure she understood the last part of that remark, but she was sure the doctor had refilled her half empty wine glass. After a few more questions from the doctor, and a like number of vague answers from Jamie, Eve announced that dinner was served.

Dr. John rose, and helped Jamie to her feet. The sudden movement, coupled with the wine, the four-inch heels, and the perfume, caused Jamie to get just a little wobbly. The doctor braced Jamie, and then placed his hand around

Jamie’s waist as he escorted her into the dining room.

Dinner was a blur. Eve was silent and efficient as a server. She was also ever diligent at filling Jamie’s wine glass. Jamie stirred her soup, picked at her salad, moved her dinner around on her plate, and passed on dessert. She did say yes to coffee, and the doctor suggested that they take it on the veranda.

Again the doctor helped Jamie out of her seat, and again slipped his hand around her waist to lead her to the veranda. This time Jamie didn’t think much about the move, in fact she was feeling lightheaded, and appreciated the help. They reached the veranda, and Jamie started for one of the chairs, but Dr. John

subtly shifted Jamie in his arm so that they were now facing each other.

"Shall we dance?" He inquired. And right on cue a Johnny Mathis ballad started playing softly in the background. Jamie’s confusion caused her to be unable to say anything, but her moving feet signaled approval. What little control Terence had over Jamie’s mind was struggling to take control of the emotional tidal wave washing over him/her. Terence was slipping further into the background. Jamie, now more than ever wanted to tell Dr. John that she loved her new body! That she could never thank him and Leslie enough. That she was as happy right now as anyone could be! As she tried to decide what to do, she looked up into Dr. John’s eyes, she saw him gazing intently down into hers. That was all it took.

He gently cupped Jamie’s chin in his right hand, lifted her face up a few more inches, and bent down to kiss her. Jamie met his kiss with one of her own. Her mind shut down. She was running on instinct and passion. Terence had left the building. Her mouth opened to accept his probing tongue. She brought her arms up and placed them around the doctor’s neck. She pulled him towards her and softly moaned.

The doctor picked Jamie up in his arms, and carried her back into the house. The coffee would wait for another evening. Jamie was busy kissing the doctor on the neck while he walked back to the den. It was lit only by the glow of the fireplace. The doctor set Jamie down, and began unzipping Jamie’s dress. Jamie stepped out of the flimsy black cocktail dress, and the doctor then unhooked her bra. Dressed in only her garter belt, stockings, ‘jock’ and shoes, she started to undress the doctor. First his jacket, then his shirt, as she unbuttoned it she kissed his chest repeatedly. She unbuckled his belt, and the doctor stepped out of his pants, and then his shoes and socks.

Jamie tried to remove his boxer shorts, but the doctor began kissing Jamie’s shoulders. She was going wild. She wanted to do something for this man. She owed him everything. She broke away, dropped to her knees, and pulled down John’s shorts. She was greeted by the doctor’s steel hard penis. As she reached out to take it in her hand, Jamie’s brain told her to say good-bye to Terence forever. She was about to enter a world that would not let them coexist, and one that she would not or could not leave. She knew, and she entered willingly.

Her hand took hold of the John’s erection and softly caressed it. She looked up at him to see the lust in his eyes. She opened her mouth and in slid his tool,

into the wet warmth of her mouth. Jamie was uncontrollable. She sucked, she kissed, and she licked. She would not let go. She ran her fingernails up and down the back of his legs. He was the one moaning now. He made a feeble attempt to get Jamie to stop, but she waved him off. Then it happened! For the first time in her life Jamie was on the receiving end of a blowjob! She gulped down the warm sticky fluid. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t stop sucking! She kept sucking until the doctor could stand no more. He pulled Jamie up to him, and she started kissing him on the mouth. Breathlessly she begged, "What else can I do for you John? Let me please you, please."

"You have Jamie," the doctor said.

"But I want to do more, I owe you and Leslie so much. I want to repay you. This body is what I have always dreamed of having. This is what I’ve always wanted to be!" She was crying now.

The doctor led her to the sofa, and sat her on his lap. Jamie’s arms were around his neck, and her head was resting on his left shoulder. As the doctor calmed her, she started to tell him about all her years of buying cross dressing magazines, about buying nylons and makeup more than a few times. She told of going to transvestite bars, and being too afraid to do anything but look. She told the doctor that he had made her the happiest person in the world. And that ‘she’ would do anything that he and his wife asked of ‘her’, she would do anything to please them.

Dr. John caressed Jamie’s blond hair, and told her that this was truly a miracle. This was a one in a billion shot. He told Jamie that he and Leslie wanted nothing but happiness for Jamie as well. He then kissed Jamie, and helped her to the floor. They lay on the soft bearskin rug for nearly an hour exploring each other’s bodies. Finally, Dr. John removed Jamie’s garter belt and stockings, and then her ‘jock’. Jamie’s penis responded to its newfound freedom by springing straight up in the air. Jamie was really too busy massaging John’s now erect penis to notice her own erection.

Dr. John reached under the sofa and removed a small jar. He asked Jamie to place the contents onto his penis. While Jamie was busy with this joyous task, John reached into the jar and took a dollop, and began working it up Jamie’s anal cavity. A new sense of excitement gripped Jamie. Her newly found female emotions were tingling with passion and trepidation. The passion of a young woman, and the trepidation of a virgin.

"This may hurt the first few times Jamie, but I know you will learn to enjoy it," the doctor said panting.

"John, make love to me. Make me feel like a woman. Please take me now!" Jamie’s voice was a hoarse whisper as the excitement built up in her.

The doctor lifted Jamie’s legs so that they went right up over his shoulders. He placed his male member at the entrance to Jamie’s ‘vagina’, paused as he tried to coax Jamie into relaxing, and then began to put it inside of her.

It hurt. Jamie stifled a scream by biting her lower lip. She wanted to be loved by this man, so she pushed into him. She started to move up and down, feeling John’s penis begin to slide in and out of her. It was wonderful. John was grunting. She could see the sweat glistening on his chiseled body by the glow of the fireplace. As John felt himself nearing orgasm for the second time that night he reached down and stroked Jamie’s penis. The sexual tension that had been building up in her for the past few hours was desperately asking to be relieved. Within only a few minutes they both came. Jamie’s ejaculate shot all the way to her own face. She licked it and smiled up at John. He smiled back.

Jamie was as content as she could be. Despite the pain, she had taken this man into her. She had been ‘made love to’ by this wonderful man. It was a dream come true. John helped her to her feet, and summoned Eve. Eve arrived with a robe for each. She covered Jamie, and led her slowly out of the den, up the stairs, and into her room. Before she would let Jamie go to bed she had Jamie sit on the bidet to cleanse herself. While sitting there Eve washed off Jamie’s makeup. Eve then lead Jamie to bed, dressed her in a soft satin kelly green set of baby doll pajamas. Jamie laid down, and thanked Eve for helping her all day. Eve kissed on the cheek, and said things would only get better.

 

End of Part One

Part Two Next Week

 

 

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