The Sorority       by: Gwengirl

 

Tonight, I'm going out with my girlfriends. We are going to dinner and then bar hopping in the Village. I have my wavy auburn hair up in a ponytail, as is warm in NYC this time of year. I'm wearing stretch lilac colored top that really shows off my breasts, a slinky and shiny black nylon stretch mini skirt that shows off my perfect ass, strappy black 5" sandals, and fishnet thigh highs that really make my long legs look soooo hot! I can't wait to see what: Cindy, Heather, Laura and Marie wear, I'm sure they will be dressed for a good time as well!

I know I sounded conceited in my description of my body, but it has only been in the last few months that I have come to really love my new self. My name was Desmond, and I was a powerful sales manager for a manufacturing company. I was ruggedly handsome, 195lbs, 6' tall, moustache and even though I was married at the time, really had a good time with the ladies. Now my name is Karen, I'm 135lbs, 5'9" tall and have a curvy feminine body that drives men (and some women) wild.

It all started as I was to go to a late "business" dinner with a female employee of mine. She was sales person who worked for me. Her name was Marie, and even though she worked five times harder than any of her male counterparts she really didn't get the credit she deserved, mainly because I always assigned her the worst customers to call on. You see, she was the only one on the staff with the brains and ambition to ever take my job, so I had to protect my own posterior. Yes, in retrospect, I was an arrogant, misogynistic jerk of a man who really only had use for people if I could expect something out of them. Anyway….I digress, we went to dinner at a local French restaurant that was world famous for its great food and wine list. In addition to being severely stuck on myself, I was also quite the wine snob. Marie is a lovely woman. She has short blond hair cut in a very attractive Bob, and a petite body that is very trim and firm, as she goes to the gym religiously. I was wildly attracted to her the moment I interviewed her for her job. We occasionally went out for dinner, so we could "get to know one another better". Nothing much came of it until that night. Before I could order the wine, Marie announced that she had given the Captain a fat tip to uncork a special bottle for us. She stated that she was always impressed with my knowledge of fine wines and thought I would really enjoy this one. Upon her nod, the waiter summoned the wine steward, who poured us each a glass of this mystery wine. I say mystery, as I knew just about every label known to man, especially Bordeaux wines, but I didn't know this one. It was a full-bodied red wine with complex flavors of licorice, cherries, and wood. Upon first sip, quite good, but later I sensed a strange aftertaste. After drinking a glass or two with our very enjoyable meal, we both loosened up considerably. She asked me if I would escort her home, as she was feeling a little tipsy. I could think of nothing that I would enjoy more than being with her. It was if the world suddenly stopped revolving around me, and she was all I could think about. When we reached her apartment we started kissing and soon found ourselves on her bed with our clothes strewn all about the room. We started really getting worked up, when she hopped up and said that she didn't want to go any further unless she could tie me to the bed. Well, I was so horny I would have screwed a wood pile just to see if there was a snake in it….so of course, I consented to her little game. She quickly used, what felt like her pantyhose to tie me to the bedposts, but they were incredibly strong. I couldn't move at all. Marie then climbed on top of me and mounted my turgid member. She started to buck up and down on me wildly, and just as I was getting worked up enough to orgasm she jumped off. She explained that she really had lured me there to teach me a lesson for the way I had treated her professionally ,and the way I treated women in general. Tonight's pleasure would only be for her. She went on to tell me that she thought I was a sick bastard and that I needed professional help. I told her that I would fire her as soon as I escaped. She looked me in the eye and told me that if I tasted a slight aftertaste in the wine, it was very strong hypnotic drug used by the government. She went on to tell me that she had worked briefly as a psychologist for the CIA and had used her contact to obtain it on the black market, and that she was going give me the greatest gift of my life….true happiness. I shouted that she was a crazy bitch , and drug or no drug, she couldn't break me. Marie then looked me in the eye and told me that I wanted to repeat after her: "I am sick and need therapy". Then as if it were someone else, my voice despite my attempt to keep quiet said, "I am sick and need therapy." Marie then said, "I will seek the help of Dr. Graham as soon as I can. I will remember everything about this night, but will in no way be able to articulate any of the details to anyone but Marie or Dr. Graham." Like a robot, I repeated her words exactly. Her last "suggestions" were: "I will always think of Marie as a friend, and will always help her when ever possible." I must have fallen asleep, because in no time, an hour had passed. I got up dressed and headed home. When my wife, Cindy, asked how my dinner meeting went, all I could say was that it went well, and we hoped to get some orders…I couldn’t tell her the truth for two reasons: 1) I had obviously been out playing around, and 2) I could vividly recall all of the details, but for the life of me I couldn't verbalize them. Hell, I couldn't even write them down…every time I tried my hand went limp and I either dropped the pen or couldn't type a word.

Upon my arrival at work, I looked in my book and there was the number for Dr. Graham. I didn't remember writing it in my book, but it was my handwriting. I called the office of Dr. Graham, and made an appointment for that afternoon. I could focus on nothing all day except seeing Dr. Graham. I left work early and drove over to see the good doctor. When I was ushered into Dr. Graham's office it looked like a very comfortable den. Expensive wood paneling and leather furniture were the décor. I stood admiring my surroundings when an extremely beautiful middle aged woman dressed in a very smart suit approached me, and announced that she was Dr. Graham. I felt like a total moron asking her what kind medicine she practiced, but she smiled and calmly replied, "Psychiatrist." She asked me what I hoped to accomplish by seeing her. On a conscious level I had no idea of what to say, but Marie must have unlocked something in my unconscious as I started crying like a baby and babbling something about being terribly unhappy. Here I was a dashing, successful business executive, crying my eyes out like I was a toddler. She then asked me how long I had felt unhappy and the answer again popped into my mouth as if by magic…."as long as I can remember." She went on to ask me questions about my work, marriage, childhood etc… Dr. Graham then told me that she was going to prescribe me a mild dosage of Prozac, and that we should meet twice weekly.

I made an appointment for two days later, and left for home. I don't know why, but I felt much freer and happier than I could remember in years. I practically skipped in the front door as I arrived home.

 

When I went to work the next morning, I had a message from my secretary that Marie needed to see me. I called Marie and asked her whether she would like to come to my office and see me, or whether I should come down and see her. She replied that she would be right over. Upon her arrival, she told me that she had a problem, and could use my help. I asked her the nature of her problem and she looked me in the eye ,and said: "I need some better accounts to call on, you do want to help me, don't you?" Just like a few days previous, my mouth went on auto-pilot, and I promised to help her. She thanked me, and left my office. I knew that it would cause big trouble among the other sales people, but I had to give her some of the better accounts, it just seemed the fair thing to do. After redistributing the account lists, I had my secretary type them up and schedule a sales meeting for the next morning. All day long I felt an increasingly strong feeling that I was craving something, but couldn't quite place what it was. By the time I returned home that evening, I was positively miserable, but still couldn't figure out why….thankfully I had an appointment with Dr. Graham the next day at lunch.

The sales meeting went over about as well as a fart in church, everyone was upset with me, except of course Marie. It wasn't long that word got back to me that everyone just knew that I was boinking Marie. I decided to let them think what the wanted, as I couldn't utter a word of the truth even if I wanted.

I arrived at Dr. Graham's office promptly and waited to be seen. She ushered me into her opulent office, and looked as lovely as ever. Today she was wearing a silk sheath dress that floated about her lithe but curvaceous body. Her brunette hair cascaded enticingly in soft curls around her shoulders. Her make up was flawless. She was a model of modern womanhood, strong, smart and extremely feminine. She asked me if I would be adverse to her using hypno-therapy, as she felt we could make fast progress using that method. I knew that Marie was playing me like a puppet since slipping that psychotropic drug into my drink, so I was not about to let this woman play similar games with me. So I told her firmly, "No problem what so ever", that's right, my mouth betrayed me again. Dr. Graham then told me to sit back, relax and listen to the sound of her voice. Well, it must have worked, because the next thing I remembered the session was ending and I felt really refreshed.

When I arrived back at the office I noticed that my secretary was wearing a fabulous floral blouse, so I told her that I really liked it. I don't know what she thought was so strange, but she nearly fell out of her chair when I complimented her. Later when I was walking down the hall Marie passed me, and I noticed that she was wearing a lovely fragrance. I told her, "Marie, what ever you are wearing just smells terrific" ,and walked away as she stood there smiling. Somehow, I was noticing things that normally escaped me. Colors, textures, and smells all seemed much more vivid and interesting than before. Upon my arrival home, I noticed that my wife was wearing a lovely silk bright pink long blouse. I told her how lovely it looked and she told me that she had owned it for quite some time, and it was about time that I noticed her. When I went into the bedroom to take off my suit, I noticed a Vogue magazine on the table beside the bed. For some unexplainable reason, I picked it up and started perusing the pages. I couldn't believe that I had never looked through this magazine before, it was so full of lovely fashions and beauty tips. I looked at the Vogue for half an hour, when my wife calling me down to dinner broke me from my trance. I couldn't believe that I had become so enthralled with a woman's fashion magazine. What the hell was I thinking? When dinner was over, I got up and did the dishes for my wife to show her how much I appreciated her cooking dinner. She looked at me like I had two heads, but I just wanted to show her that I was thinking of her. I guess the fact that I had never before lifted a finger to help around the house should have been a clue to me that I was behaving strangely.

The next day as I was driving to work, I had the feeling that there was something I was supposed to be doing, almost as if I had an errand to run, but couldn't remember it. When I got within 2 miles of my office I saw a CVS pharmacy and pulled into the parking lot. Don't ask me why, I just knew I needed to go in that store. Once I was inside I was immediately drawn to the skin care aisle, where I couldn't stop looking at the hair removal products. I felt a burning need to purchase a large bottle of Nair lotion. I shook my head, and walked over to the other side of the store, but couldn't stop the desire for this product. My supposed need for this product won out, and I bought it. I put the bag in my car and proceeded towards my office. I couldn't believe that I had just walked into a pharmacy and purchased Nair, the cashier looked at me slightly askance, but I'm sure she wasn't half as curious about my behavior as me. All morning as I worked at my desk, I kept thinking of that bottle of Nair. As the day wore on, it was all I could think about. At around 3pm, I told my secretary that I had to go visit a client and would see her tomorrow. I remembered that Cindy had her usual tennis appointment from 3:30-5:30pm today so I sped home. The only thing on my mind was I must use the Nair that I had purchased, and I must use it now! When I arrived home Cindy had already left, so I quickly stripped out of my clothes and went into the bathroom. I was a fairly hairy guy, so I followed the directions precisely and took a hot shower. Upon my exit from the shower I patted off most of the water and generously applied the Nair to everything South of my head. After waiting for about 8 minutes my whole body seemed start to burn a little, so I stepped back into the shower ,and with the aide of a wash cloth, removed every hair from my arms, legs, and torso. When I towel off after my second shower, I couldn't get over how silky smooth my skin felt. My body had never felt so alive! I quickly cleaned up the mess I had made in the shower and put on a warm up suit. I felt great but something now felt out of place. For some odd reason, I just didn't feel comfortable. As the night wore on I both marveled at the silky smoothness of my legs ,and became increasingly more agitated by the way my underwear felt. I had been wearing cotton briefs all of my life, but for some reason, every pair I tried on felt too rough. My cotton undershirt felt like they were scratching my chest. I began to imagine that I was wearing horsehair like medieval monks doing penance. Even my pajamas were uncomfortable.

I was in a real jam. I couldn't give my wife a logical explanation as to why I had removed all of my body hair, and I couldn't explain that all of my underwear and pajamas were suddenly terribly uncomfortable. I decided to break down and tell her everything…I first told her how I had been behaving strangely and have started therapy. She gave me a hug and told me that it was probably just the pressure of work, and that I would be fine. When I told her that all of underwear and pajamas were terribly uncomfortable, she gave me a smile and told me that she always wanted to see what I might look like in one of her nightgowns. She then went to her lingerie dresser and pulled out a long nylon tricot gown in purple for me to try on. I was embarrassed as hell, but I pulled it over my head and let it float down my body. Oh, I had never felt anything so dreamy in my life. It was as if every nerve in my body was screaming YES! I felt the slinky material drape over my body and more than any other time in my life I felt incredibly alive and just plain wonderful. Cindy must have liked what she saw, as she practically attacked me. We made mad passionate love, like we had not done in years.

When I awoke, I felt refreshed and totally rested; better than I had felt in months.

I went into the bathroom to start my morning ritual. When I looked in the mirror, I noticed that I must have gotten that hair remover on my face as well, for I didn't need to shave at all. As I took my shower, I noticed how wonderful it felt wash my completely smooth body. You may find this hard to believe, but as handsome as I was before all of this started, I had never felt sexy. I had found other people sexy, and other people had found me sexy, but this is the first time that I had really felt sexy. When I went into the bedroom to get dress, I noticed that Cindy had laid out a pair of pink satin panties and a matching camisole on top of my suit. She was really a wonderful woman, I don't know how I could have been taking her for granted for so long. She had remembered my problem with my cotton underwear and had saved me the embarrassment of having to ask her for the lingerie. It did occur to me that I am much larger than Cindy…how did she have lingerie that would fit me…hmm…I will have to remember to ask her. I quickly got dressed and headed downstairs for my morning coffee. I immediately noticed that the lingerie fit perfectly, and I felt not only more comfortable, but a real sense of peace had filled my spirit. I usually was filled with thoughts of upcoming issues to be dealt with at work, but today I practically floated down to breakfast. I was in such a state of euphoria over the way I felt that I completely forgot about asking Cindy anything. She greeted me with a big kiss and commented on what a tiger I had been in bed last night. Cindy said that if she had known what a little lingerie would do for our love making, she would have looked into this much earlier. I gave her a sheepish grin, and told her that it was a medical condition and to please not tease me. She said, "Honey, I'm not teasing you, we made love like horny teenagers last night…I loved it and want more. I'm sorry you're shy about your predicament, but we should still make the best of it, and try to enjoy any benefits that may come from it." I apologized for being oversensitive, and left for work.

I walked into the office smiling, and said "Good Morning" to every one I passed. I felt so damn good that I didn't figure anything could bother me. I looked through the mail in my in-box and then checked my appointment book. I noticed that I had an appointment with Dr. Graham that very afternoon. For some strange reason I found myself really looking forward to seeing her. The morning went by fairly uneventfully, except that every time I moved, I felt my lingerie slide against my skin and I felt so good that I couldn't help but smile. Upon my arrival at Dr. Graham's office, I was ushered into the good doctor's office. She was sitting behind her desk, wearing a very smart and stylish red suit with black velvet trim. The hem of the skirt only went down to mid thigh, and she was wearing fishnet stockings. I had noticed lately that fishnets were all the rage again, and commented to myself that my shrink is really up to date on fashion. When I told Dr. Graham that she looked especially lovely today in her red suit, she just smiled and said thank you. She then caught me by surprise by asking me just what did I like about her look today. I was so shocked by her direct question that I blurted out, "You look very sexy, feminine and powerful all at the same time. You look like a very confident and together woman." She simply smiled. She then told me to listen to the sound of her voice as she counted backwards from one hundred. I don't remember anything past about 70, as she must have hypnotized me very quickly. When I awoke, I felt totally at peace and rested. Dr. Graham gave me a prescription to have filled. She said that it would help me with the anxiety attacks I had described during our session. I really didn't remember a thing about "anxiety attacks", but took her word for it.

I stopped by the pharmacy on the way home and had the prescription filled. It said to take one pill daily until finished. When I walked into the house, I took my first pill with a glass of water. Cindy walked up to me, kissed me, and asked me how her sexy lover was. I told her that it was a very good day and that I had never felt better. She indicated that she was glad I was feeling well, as she planned to wear me out later. She told me to go upstairs, as she had a surprise for me. When I went into the bedroom, on the bed were a pair of stockings, a garter belt, a bra, matching satin panties, and a sexy nylon slip. She told me that she had done some shopping for me and wanted to surprise me. I explained to her that it was sweet of her to think of me, but that I really didn't want to go that far. I had only worn the camisole and panties to take care of a medical problem. She said, "That reminds me, I also bought you some more pairs of panties and camisoles, as you will most likely need them." I told her again that I was only wearing some feminine underwear because of my skin condition. Cindy then asked me if I would try on the presents as a favor to her…that it would mean a lot to her. Well, she had been sooo nice to me lately, I couldn't be mean to her. "I suppose I could try them on for you, if it really is that important to you," I relented. She showed me how to put on the garter belt, and how to fasten the hosiery. She then showed me how to put on the bra. I then put on the panties and the slip. The slip was a longer length slip made of silky smooth Antron III nylon with a touch of lace at the bust and hem, and adjustable satin and lace straps. Upon completion of donning the entire sexy ensemble, I felt waves of euphoria and peace sweep over me and I felt my old personality starting to slip away. I was starting to feel very feminine and happier than I ever had before. Cindy noticed the contented look on my face, and said, "See you look totally edible, and it feels nice doesn't it"? Cindy then threw me down on the bed and started ravishing me. We had sex quite a few times, and I was always on the bottom. I know I may seem out of my mind, but I swear like I was the one being penetrated….and I liked it.

 

The next morning when I returned to the bedroom from my shower, I noticed that Cindy had laid out a suit and shirt for me to wear with: a bra, matching panties, a garter belt, a pair of lovely silk stockings, and a chemise. I gleefully, put all of it on and pranced downstairs for breakfast, feeling every bit the princess. I had never felt happier. Upon the completion of my cup of coffee, Cindy reminded me to take the medicine Dr. Graham had prescribed. I gladly downed my pill and went to work.

When I got to work, Marie commented on how nice I looked. She asked me if I were doing anything special, because she thought I looked younger. I thanked her, and told her that I was just happier lately, although I couldn't explain why. She asked me if we could have lunch, and I gladly accepted. When lunch time rolled around, she told me to meet her by her car, as she would drive. As had been the case in the past, she drove us up to a little motel just outside of the city. I was so carried away with the wonderful way I felt that I failed to realize that Marie didn't know I was wearing beautiful lingerie under my suit. We started making out, and she looked me in the eye and said, "You will repeat after me…I love being a girl, I hate being a man, and I will do whatever it takes to be a girl forever." Again the words she had just spoken came pouring forth from my mouth. Marie then looked me in the eye, and told me that she thought that I would look better with make up and a new hairstyle. I don't remember much about our outing, except upon our return to the office, I felt like I was missing something, and again I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. I made up an excuse for getting out of the office and left immediately.

 

When I walked in the door, Cindy greeted me with a big kiss and asked me how my day was. I told her that nothing much had happened, but that I was just miserable. My suit didn't seem to fit correctly anymore…really loose in the waist and shoulders, and really snug in the seat of my pants. Cindy smiled and handed me a floral knit cotton dress with buttons up the front that was long in length. She asked me to put it on, as it would probably feel better. Without even thinking about it I stripped off all of my male clothing and stepped into the dress. Putting on the dress made me feel absolutely giddy. I laughed and twirled as Cindy applauded. I still couldn't reconcile in my mind why Cindy was so excited about this whole turn of mine, but I was so damn happy that I put it out of my mind. Something about wearing this dress just felt right. A feeling of complete comfort and peace of mind washed over me. I felt like I never wanted to wear anything again that was not either a skirt or a dress. She then surprised me with a gift of 4"high heel sandals that matched my dress perfectly. I put them on and was able to mince around the house with no problem, even though I had never worn heels before in my life. Cindy told me to come sit in the kitchen and keep her company while she finished dinner. I gladly sat in a kitchen chair with my legs crossed in a very lady like manner, while we had a lovely conversation about fashions. We had a scrumptious candlelight dinner. I put a frilly apron on over my new dress, and cleaned up the kitchen while Cindy headed upstairs to freshen up. When I went upstairs Cindy was already waiting for me on the bed. She told me to hang up my dress and slip, but to leave my other lingerie on, as she wanted to have some fun. I excitedly prepared for our fun by doing as told, as quickly as possible. The odd thing was that I remember being really turned on by Cindy and by the lingerie I was wearing, but my willy was limp in my panties. I looked down and noticed that I was not hard, and remembered thinking that I was glad that an unsightly bulge was not ruining the look of my feminine torso in my panties. I realized then, that I was looking less like a man, and more and more like a woman….and was elated. Cindy rubbed my penis through my panties as we kissed, but I couldn't get hard if my life depended on it. It may be my imagination, but not only would it not inflate, but it looked markedly smaller….as did my definitely smaller balls. I was really only interested in pleasing Cindy, so I "ate at the Y" until she had climaxed five times. Her love juice was all over my face, and I was thrilled to have pleased her so. She then told me to wait on the bed for her, as she wanted to try something new. When she emerged from the bathroom she was sporting a huge strap-on dong that must have been 10" long. She told me take off my panties and to get on all fours. She then lubed up my virgin hole with some K-Y jelly and proceeded to impale me on her huge shaft. At first it felt like I was going to split in two, the pain was tremendous. Then I guess I relaxed, as the feeling quickly changed from pain to intense pleasure. Before I knew it, I was begging her to fuck me harder. I felt a warmth welling up inside me and a wonderful orgasm bloomed from deep within me ,and radiated throughout my whole being. I had just come without even touching my penis, and it was the longest lasting, and most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. The rubbing of the strap-on dong against her clitty quickly had Cindy's eyes rolling back into her head, as she rode wave after wave of orgasms that crashed through her like a storm of pleasure. We lay there on the bed exhausted and satisfied, having just had the most kinky and fulfilling sex of our lives. We showered together, and then climbed into bed. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and awoke in much the same position.

As I awoke, I remembered the night before and knew in my heart that all of the changes I had been going through were for the best. When I went into the bathroom to shower I noticed a few things: My waist looked smaller, my hips wider, my butt bigger, my skin felt smoother, I still didn't need to shave, my hair seemed fuller and silkier, I looked younger, and my nipples were much bigger and SORE! I carefully felt around my nipples and it felt like there was a small mass of tissue behind each nipple about the size of a golf ball. I was definitely growing breasts, and inexplicably I was fine with that reality. While showering I noticed that my hair seemed much fuller, and I definitely needed a haircut. Cindy had laid out the usual assortment of beautiful lingerie for me. At this point I couldn't were male clothing unless I had the prettiest of undies on underneath. During breakfast I mentioned to Cindy that I wanted to get my hair cut. She agreed but urged me to go to a new place that she thought would do a much better job, than my regular place. She said that she would be glad to make me an appointment for Saturday morning. Since she was being so helpful, who was I to argue? Besides, the new me is much happier, and definitely more open to new ideas from others.

At work that day, I noticed that all of the women in the office were being very nice to me, and thought I caught some of the men making fun of me behind my back. I asked Marie if she noticed anything out of the ordinary with my appearance or demeanor, and she said that I looked better than ever. I had noticed that my movement, in general, felt more fluid, and that the excess weight that I was putting on in new places cause me to sway a little as I walked. When 3:00pm rolled around, I wished everyone a happy weekend, and left for my appointment with Dr. Graham.

When I arrived at Dr. Graham's office, the receptionist told me to go right in. Dr. Graham was wearing a very lovely silk sheath dress that was a floral pattern on a taupe background and the hem went almost to her ankles. She had her hair up and was wearing a beautiful sterling silver pin in her hair, and had the most gorgeous strand of pearls hanging around her neck. I been taking an increased interest in women's fashion, and actually found myself feeling envious of her. I told Dr. Graham of my feelings regarding this new found envy and she said that my feelings were actually a good sign. It was a sign that I was becoming more open to new ideas, that I was not the same old emotionally closed off person I used to be. We then started our usual hypnotherapy, and I again awoke feeling on top of the world.

Cindy greeted me with a big kiss upon my arrival home, and told me to get upstairs. As I climbed the stairs I began to wonder what new surprise was awaiting me. On the bed was a large package that was wrapped in lovely paper and a huge bow. Cindy told me to open it, as she was just saying thank you for me being so much easier to get along with of late. I very carefully unwrapped the package, as I didn't want to mess up the lovely bow and paper. As I was performing this happy task, I made a mental note to do something about my fingernails, as they just looked awful. Inside the box was the most beautiful ladies crepe suit. It was navy blue with a double breasted jacket, a short form fitting skirt, and with it was a lovely silk shell top. There was another box that had a pair of 3.5" patent leather pumps with matching purse. I didn't know why Cindy had given me these lovely gifts, but I was so overwhelmed that I wept tears of joy. After I calmed down, Cindy made me model the ensemble for her. If I do say so myself, I looked pretty good…with the exceptions of my hair, face and nails. Cindy smiled, and told me not to worry about the rest, as things would soon be just right. In retrospect, I should have worried about all of this feminine pampering I was getting, but I guess I was so carried away with all of my new feelings that I just did pay much attention. With Cindy's help I had bought a few casual dresses and skirt outfits to wear around the house, as I just couldn't stand wearing male clothes any more than necessary. I put on a cute cotton knit skirt and top with some sandals and went downstairs to help Cindy with dinner. I cooked some chicken breasts and sliced them up over a Caesar salad, and served it with a wonderful white zinfandel. After I cleaned up the kitchen following dinner, Cindy and I enjoyed watching a romantic movie in the den. We cuddled and wept together as we were swept away with the emotion of the movie.

The streaming sunlight in our bedroom caused me to wake to the happy realization that today was Saturday. Cindy reminded me that I had an appointment at 11am today at her favorite beauty parlor. I padded off to the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth and hopped into the shower. While in the shower I shaved my legs even thought they really didn't need to…I just love the feeling of freshly shaven legs…soo smooth! When I arrived at the beauty salon…the owner, Nancy, greeted me with a big smile and told me to take a seat in the first chair towards the back of the salon. She told me that Cindy had called and given her free reign to do as she saw fit. I had let my hair get ridiculously long for a man, but loved the way it felt on my shoulders so much that I couldn't bear to cut it off, so I wore it in a pony tail at work. Nancy offered me a glass of wine, and though it was only 11:15am I gladly took it, as I was fairly nervous and excited. I sipped a lovely fresh pinot grigo while waiting for Nancy to get ready. The wine had an immediate calming effect on me. I also felt that there must have been a little more in the drink than wine, because I was flying. I was so giddy that I was giggling and could not stop smiling to save my life. Nancy told me that this was going to be a very big day. I just kept giggling softly and looking at her rather glassy eyed as I sat back and enjoyed the best buzz I can ever remember. She first washed my hair, then began to snip away at it, as she explained that she was giving me a "whole new look". After what only seemed a few seconds, she announced that she was going to color my hair. She mixed up the hair coloring solutions and applied them carefully to my hair and then put a plastic cover over my hair while they set. She offered me another glass of wine, and I happily accepted. Nancy then put my hair under a dryer, while one of her assistants started giving me a pedicure. As soon as the pedicure was completed, she started on giving me a manicure. My hair was finished drying about the time that my fingernails were dry. Nancy then began to "clean up" my eyebrows and began to give me a complete makeover. Nancy then combed out my hair and set it with some fixative spray. She asked me to come to a changing room in the back of the salon, as she wanted me to put on an outfit that Cindy had brought over yesterday, to surprise me. There was a bag on the floor that contained lingerie, shoes and a new purse. Hanging from a hook on the wall was a beautiful, long black background floral print, rayon dress. The dress had a high tank neckline and waist darts to give it a fitted look. It came down to almost ankle length but had a side slit on the right leg. I put on the beautiful satin and lace bra and garter belt, followed by the fishnet stockings and the matching satin panties. I gently pulled the dress over my head, so as not to muss my new hairdo. I then slipped my feet into the stappy 4" mules that went perfectly with the dress. I grabbed my new purse and went out into the salon, as there was no mirror in the room, and I was just aching to see how I looked. Nancy guided me towards a full length mirror and held my hand. Well, honey, it’s a good darn thing she did, for I nearly fell over with I saw my reflection. I had auburn hair that was cut shoulder length, sort of straight yet full, with bangs. My makeup was dramatic, but not slutty looking. My finger nails had been silk wrapped were a pearlescent pink and nearly an inch long, while my toenails were a slightly darker pink color. I was absolutely gorgeous, and new instantly that I never wanted to look any other way! Nancy told me that Cindy had paid in advance for today's treatment, and escorted me to the front of the salon where I found Cindy smiling broadly.

Cindy announced that she had not paid for me to have a whole day of beauty treatment for nothing. She was taking me to dinner and later dancing. I felt so wonderful that I was up for anything. It was probably partly Nancy's wine ,and partly just how wonderful I felt about myself. I felt nearly whole. We had a lovely dinner at a French Restaurant, and then went to a dance club. Cindy told me just to relax and try to have a good time. Before I knew it I was dancing with a very hunky guy. I felt absolutely light headed after he reached down and kissed me during a slow dance. I just wanted him to hold me close all night. These were new feelings for me, and I was loving them. I did not have to worry about any extra parts poking a tent in my dress, as my penis had not been hard in a long time. I really didn't need to tuck it back either ,as I had noticed that it seemed to be shrinking, and my balls were nearly gone. When Cindy and I returned home she said that it looked as if I were having a good time dancing with that handsome man. I blushed and admitted that it was nice. We put on our nightgowns and talked half of the night away. Cindy and I were growing closer than we had ever been before.

When I showed up to work on Monday, my boss asked me to come into his office immediately. "Des," he said, " I want you to be straight with me…just what the hell is going on with you lately?". "You look like some kind of freak!" I don't know what came over me ,but the only response I could give him was to start crying my eyes out. He told me that if I didn't start looking like the responsible man that he hired, he would have no choice, but to fire me. I told him that I would try better fit the image he had in mind, and left for the day. When I got home, I took off my horrible male clothing and put on a knit jumper and some sandals. I immediately felt better. Later in the afternoon I thought about the whole conversation with my boss and cried all over again. I called Dr. Graham and asked if I could move my appointment up to see her sooner, as I was very upset. She indicated that she had evening hours tonight and that she was free at 7:00pm. I thanked her and told her that I would see her then.

I told Cindy about the incident at work over an early dinner, then padded off to the bedroom to get ready for my appointment with Dr. Graham. I was feeling bold so I wore the beautiful tailored suit with the mini skirt that Cindy had given me as a gift. I did my own make up and hair, and I have to say…I looked marvelous! The receptionist was not there when I arrived. The door to her office was half way open, so I knocked. She told me to come right in. This is the first time that I had come totally "en femme", and she complimented me immediately. "Well, you look just lovely", she said. She told me to sit next to her on her couch. Normally she said behind her desk while I sat on the couch. She looked radiant. Her hair was loose about her shoulders and she was wearing a slinky nylon and lycra tank dress that showed off her marvelous curves. She told me that she was very proud of my progress and wanted to reward me. She leaned over and kissed me. My lips began to part as I felt the tip of her tongue touch mine. I also felt her blow, what felt like a pill, into my throat from her mouth. I couldn't do anything about it as I was so overcome by my beautiful therapist soul kissing me that all I could do was melt in her arms. When I looked a little perplexed, she told me that she had given me a very powerful hypnotic drug that would help her permanently implant "suggestions" on my psyche. She said that the drug would start working within five minutes, and that I should just lay and enjoy the ride, as I would have no say in the matter anyway. She then leaned over and lightly massaged my breasts through my dress as she kissed me slowly and deeply. Any will power I might have had flew out the window, as I was overcome with her magnetism and passion. When Dr. Graham stopped, she looked me in the eye and said, "freeze". Suddenly, I was unable to move. She went on to say that for the rest of my life I would always know and feel the following: "You are a female, you were born into a male body, but will do anything possible to correct that mistake. Your libido will always be high to the point that every time you have sex with either a man or a woman you will become more feminine and more addicted to feelings of your thunderous orgasms. Each orgasm will result in a burning hunger for another. You will be totally obedient to both Dr. Graham and Cindy." She then said, "unfreeze" and told me to go home to my wife.

I drove home to Cindy wondering what else was in store for me. At this point figure that Dr. Graham and Cindy must have been working together, but I put the thought out of my pretty little head, as I was more concerned with the shade of my nail polish. Upon my arrival home, Cindy greeted me at the door with a big kiss. She told me to go upstairs and put on the outfit she had laid out for me on the bed, and to wait there. I scampered upstairs and quickly undressed. On the bed was a red strapped corset, with garter attachments, red stockings with seams, and red satin thong panties. The corset had hook and eye closures down the front and laces in the back. The laces were already set to the correct closure, so I squeezed myself into the corset. I carefully put on my beautiful red stockings, being careful to keep the seems straight in the back, and then pull up my thong panties. The results were devastating….my C-cup breasts were pushed upwards to create maximum cleavage, my waist was pulled in to 26" and my legs looked incredibly sexy. I lay on the bed fondling my breasts while I waited for Cindy to come upstairs. When she came into the bedroom, she was wearing black chiffon baby doll nightie with a chiffon negligee jacket that were just stunning. However, that wasn't have as stunning to me as the fact that she was holding hands with the man I had danced half of the night away at the disco a few nights earlier. She leaned over and kissed me, then whispered the following in my ear, "You will remember that your name was Desmond, but if anyone asks you for your name, you will only be able to answer, Karen." Then she said, "Karen, I think you remember John from the disco, why don't you move over and make room for the three of us on the bed." I quickly moved over, as the sight of Cindy and John had me panting with desire. John leaned over and kissed me and I melted. I had to have his cock, and I needed it NOW! I unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled down his boxers so that I could get his man meat in my mouth as soon as possible. I licked at the base of his love shaft and then up and down it's 10" length like it was the best tasting thing I had ever put in my mouth. Cindy pulled his pants and underwear off of his legs while I began to bob on his big unit. I was amazed that I could swallow the whole thing without gagging; no doubt more of the good doctors conditioning. When he blew load after wonderfully creamy load down my throat, I gleefully lapped up every drop ,and felt sad when there was no more. Cindy then started licking my breasts, and made me so hot for her that I slowly kissed my way down her abdomen to her honey pot, and lapped at her juices with abandon until she screamed while having three crashing orgasms. Big John, as I now thought of him, was ready for more action. So, as I kissed and sucked on Cindy's nipples, John sat Cindy on his lap facing away from him, and skewered her on his love pole. She slapped me in the face with her undulating breasts as she bounced lustily on John. Before he came, John lifted Cindy off of his shaft, and told me to get on all fours. Cindy crawled under me so that I could eat her out, as John stuck his delicious dong against my tight back door. It was fully moistened with Cindy's juices, so it easily slid into my love cave. I had never taken anything so large from behind, so it was really painful until I relaxed. When I did relax it felt to wonderful, that I was crying tears of pure joy as I happily nibbled on Cindy's clitty while being banged silly from behind. All I could do was moan and pray that it would never end. John picked up the pace, and so did I with my attentions at Cindy's love nubbin. The pace picked up until John couldn't hold back any longer and blew a warm wonderful load into my backdoor. When I felt John's payload splash inside me I came so hard that I momentarily blacked out, but woke up to Cindy' screaming and thrashing as a huge orgasm ripped through her, as her juices ran all over my face. We concluded the night's activities by all getting naked and bathing together in our large sunken jacuzzi tub. After toweling off, we climbed into bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning after carefully shaving my legs during my shower, I put my hair up in an attractive pony tail, and fixed my makeup. I then went into the bedroom and picked out a matching bra and panty set. I then put on a garter belt and stockings, followed by the bra, panties, and a deliciously feminine nylon and lace slip. I pulled the knit cotton dress over my now feminine body and let the luxurious feeling of the dress and my lingerie flow over me. I put on my 3" platform sandals and floated down stairs. Big John and Cindy weren't up yet, so I made some coffee and prepared a pancake breakfast for the three of us. Last night's activities had left me not only happy and sore, but also famished! About the time I had started finished cooking the last pancake, the two sleepyheads trundled downstairs to breakfast. After breakfast Big John and Cindy showered and dressed. John and Cindy left for a day of shopping, while I stayed home and straightened up the house. I don't know why, but I was totally contented to stay home and enjoy my day being rather domestic. We went out to dinner together later that evening and ended up repeating the "hump-a-thon" from the night before.

On Monday morning I was still glowing in the memories of the weekends activities. After shaving my legs while showering, I fixed my hair and make up. I noticed that any thing in my wardrobe that looked remotely male had been removed, and I was happy about it. I picked out my stretch satin lilac bra and matching panties, together with my stretch lace garter belt, stockings and full slip. After donning my lingerie, I selected my lilac floral chiffon dress. It is lovely with a deep jewel neckline, faux wrap skirt, and a flounced ankle length hemline. I put on my off white 3.5" pumps, and headed downstairs for my coffee. After my coffee, I brushed my teeth, checked my makeup and headed off to work. Upon my arrival at the office, all of the women told me how wonderful I looked and how proud they were of my courage to be who I must be. I buoyed by their support and headed towards my desk to start working. A few minutes after 11am my boss called on the phone. I picked up and answered, "Karen". He wanted to know who the hell Karen was, an stated that he would be right down to find out. About thirty seconds later he was in my office screaming obscenities at me and he fired me. I as escorted out of the building a few minutes later by a very hunky security guard. As upset as I was, I couldn't help noticing how this young man was built like Superman, yum!

I drove home in tears, and as soon as I walked in the door, Cindy asked me why I was home and so upset. I told her that I had just been fired, and that I just didn't know what I was going to do. Cindy stroked my hair, while rocking me gently against her busom. She told me everything was going to work out, and not to worry. Cindy went on to tell me that she had recently inherited a great deal of money from her dear aunt who had recently passed, and that money would never be a problem for us again. She then whispered "Freeze" into my ear. I couldn't move a muscle. While in this state, she told me that I could never be happy until I was made a "complete" woman, and that I would beg for relief from all things male until all needed changes were made. She then said, "Unfreeze" and I immediately had a knot in my stomach that seemed to grow by the moment. I was soon doubled over in pain. Cindy asked me what was wrong, and I said that I was dreadfully upset, and couldn't live any longer unless I was a "complete woman." She brought me a strong drink, and went to the phone to call Dr. Graham. Upon taking Cindy's call, Dr. Graham, called a surgeon and arranged for me to be admitted the following day.

I was admitted to the hospital, and was there about an hour when Dr. Graham walked in and introduced me to Dr. Mary Wanewright who would perform all of my surgeries. When I inquired as to what she meant by "surgeries" Dr. Wanewright explained that to be a "complete" woman I would need some rather radical new operations that would be much more yield a much more satisfying result. Dr. Graham asked me in front of Dr. Wanewright if was aware of the implications of this, and if I consented. I of course wept with joy and assured them that this is what I wanted.

Two hours later I was given a strong sedative, and drifted off to dreamland. I woke up today and immediately felt pain everywhere. I couldn't move, as I had been given a brace around my torso, and was strapped to the bed. A few minutes later, as I was just beginning to get my eyes to focus, Drs. Graham and Wanewright walked in to check on me. Dr. Wanewright told me that I had been kept sedated for 3 days as all of my various procedures needed time to heal before I attempted any movement. With a very raspy, yet markedly higher voice I croaked out that I was in pain and very thirsty. Dr. Wanewright summoned a nurse, who promptly put something into my IV drip that made everything become warm, fuzzy and pain free. Dr. Graham told me that she in consultation with Dr. Wanewright had decided that my mental well being dictated that I get the "deluxe" package. By that she went on to explain that I was not only a complete woman now, but that extensive work had been done orthopedically and cosmetically to my body. They had tightened my vocal chords so that I now had a very sexy soprano voice that made me sound a bit ditzy. My trachea had been shaved so that I no longer had a prominent adam's apple. My hands and feet had been broken and reshaped so that I would have smaller, more feminine hands and feet. The tendons in my feet and calves were tightened so that I would only be truly comfortable wearing high heels. Ribs were removed and my waist was liposuctioned so that I now have a 22" waist. The fat that was removed from my waist was added to my derriere so that I now have 38" hips. I was given saline breast implants so that I was now wearing a 36D bra with comfort. Finally the most radical surgery performed was that a vertebrae and some cartilage were removed from my spine so that I was now 5'9" tall. Dr. Wanewright said that all of the procedures went very well and that I should be able to take the torso brace off in another week. She went on to explain that the surgery on my vagina was new and that not only would I not have to dilate it, but is would be self lubricating, as if I were born with it.

I was released from the hospital a few days later, and spent the next week recovering at home. Cindy attended to my every need. She was an angel. Towards the end of the week I started to feel a little stronger, so Cindy helped me take my first real bath in several days. It was like heaven to be able to soak in a tub. I took the time to shave my legs and underarms, and it was about all I had energy to do. After I dried off, I put on a new nightgown and promptly went to sleep in our bed.

The next week I was up and about and feeling very good about myself. I loved they way my body moved and felt. I was now all woman, and I loved it. Towards the end of the week Cindy announced that we were going out to dinner to celebrate my recovery. We both dressed for going out and retouched our makeup and hair. Cindy had a car pick us up and take us to a lovely French restaurant. Upon our arrival we were escorted to a romantic table in the back. Cindy told me that she had asked for that particular table so that we could have some privacy. Cindy then ordered us a bottle of Bordeaux wine that was wonderful. We had a lovely meal and talked for hours.

 

After Dinner Cindy announced that we were going to stop by a friend's house for coffee after dinner. When I asked who the friend was, she smiled and said that it was a surprise. Upon leaving the restaurant we drove into a very nice neighborhood on the other side of town. The homes looked very expensive. We parked in the driveway of an exquisite English Tudor style home, complete with multiple ornate chimneys. We walked up and rang the door bell. We were ushered into a waiting room by a very tall and beautiful maid. Imagine my surprise when Dr. Graham walked in wearing a beautiful silk negligee. Her makeup was dramatic, her hair was down and she had 4" mules on her feet. Upon seeing her I could feel my nipples stand at attention and my honey pot starting to moisten. She welcomed us both with a kiss and asked us to follow her. We followed her into a large lounge with large pillows every where. On those pillows were: Dr. Wanewright ,and Marie (from my office). They were dressed in very sexy nightgowns similar to what Dr. Graham was wearing. Cindy announced to the group that the pledge to their sorority had just arrived and that they should start the ceremony. First Cindy left the room and came back dressed as the others. Then they formed a circle around me, and started to chant as they undressed me. They told me in unison that I was being admitted to their inner circle, and that we were all being married to one another. At the end of the ceremony the slid a very beautiful, and sexy negligee over my head and let me over to the pillows, where we proceeded to get tangled into a big love knot. We caressed, kissed, kneaded, and licked every inch of one another's bodies and reveled in the joy of our femininity. At one point we made a daisy chain…while I was eating Dr. Graham, she was eating Cindy. Meanwhile Cindy was eating Dr. Wanewright, and she was eating Marie. We all came at the same time and I must have passed out from the pleasure, because I woke up a few moments later with the three of them nibbling at various parts of my body.

Cindy explained that she and the other three women were bisexual, but mainly liked being with women. When Marie came to Cindy several months ago and explained what a shit I was being to her at work, they got together and decided that I must be a very insecure and unhappy person to behave in such a manner. My new wives then determined that since Cindy loved me so much, they would make the necessary changes in me to bring me into their circle, which would help me learn of true happiness. They used Marie to set the trap, and I being the typical male, fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

They occasionally bring a man home to their respective homes and have fun with him, but that since men were lying, cheating, self-centered pigs, no man would ever truly occupy a place in their hearts. Cindy went on to explain that the four of them were deeply in love, and that they made me the woman I am today, because they love me deeply as well. I began to weep uncontrollably, not because of manhood lost, but because for the first time in my life I felt my heart truly open to the love of these woman, and knew that I could finally give back that love. Cindy, Heather (Dr. Graham), Marie, Laura (Dr. Wanewright) and I all hugged and cried tears of joy for the new bond we all shared.

The "Sorority", as we called it, met three nights a week from then on. Our love for one another grew with every passing day. With Marie's help we dug up some dirt on my former boss, and as soon as he was fired, I was offered my old job back with a promotion. So, as I write to you now, I am Karen Tracy, Vice President of Sales and Marketing, and my new boss is Marie, who was made President. Cindy and I have been able to move to a nicer house next door to Heather's house. We love our life, and I have never felt more fulfilled or happier.

 

 

 

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