Special Delivery

by Jennifer White

 

Martin had been dressing up as a girl, ever since he could remember. He used to sneak into his sister's room when she was away, and put on her clothes. But when he moved to the dorm at college, he wasn't able to do that anymore. But it was a *need*, something that had to be fulfilled. He loved women, and as he matured, he dated them. He only felt attraction to women. But he also felt a strong need to be like them, and to dress like them.

So when he was a junior, and able to live off campus, he rented an apartment. And the first thing he wanted to do after moving in, was to start up a collection of women's clothes of his own. He walked past all the stores on Main street, looking at the pretty dresses in the windows.

But he turned red whenever he tried to step into one of those shops. What if one of the girls behind the counter was in one of his classes? Or what if he was dating a girl, and this turned out to be her friend? She'd know all about him. So he couldn't buy anything here.

Fortunately, the internet allowed Martin to order all sorts of pretty clothes. So he started off with a couple of bras, panties, nylons, skirts, tank tops, cosmetics, and shoes. He eagerly awaited the package to be delivered.

And sure enough, 3 to 5 days later, it arrived. He was in heaven, as he walked around the apartment in his new outfit. He felt pretty. He felt feminine. For the first time in years, he truly felt happy.

* * *

 

After the first order, Martin was so excited that he just *had* to get more things. Lingerie, a nightie, women's pants, a dress, a gown, more skirts, more tops. Not to mention different shoes and a pair of high hell boots. Soon, half his closet space was full of women's fashions.

He also started ordering cosmetics, perfume, and cheap jewelry. The more he was able to make himself feel pretty, the more satisfied he felt inside. And now, he could be that way almost every day.

But as Martin looked at the pictures of the pretty girls in the fashion magazine he stole from his next door neighbor's mail slot, he felt inadequate. They had so many things he didn't, and he knew that anyone looking at him wouldn't think that he really was a woman. So he had to try harder.

He surfed the web, and after some work, came across an interesting web site. It sold different products, that would help give a man the illusion of being a woman! He ordered a pair of fake breasts, that were very realistic. They also had a wide variety of wigs, so he picked the blond one in the longest hair style the offered.

Next, he found padded panties, to help give him a more feminine shape. And a girdle with side pockets that held pads, to give him the illusion of wide hips. They even had a fake pussy, with pubic hair and everything, that you could wear on your crotch. It would make it even *look* like you were a girl. So he had to order that too.

He took the magazine back out, and snuck it into his neighbor's mailbox, so she'd never notice it had been missing. He had been 'borrowing' her magazines ever since he moved there, and she was none the wiser.

Now all he had to do was to sit back, and wait for his package to arrive. He went to bed dreaming of what he'd look like with the fake boobs and the fake pussy between his legs...

* * *

 

Martin was studying for his night class, late one afternoon. He looked up where the doorbell rang. Who would be visiting him? He had so few friends. Maybe it was his package! He rushed to the door, and opened it up. To his surprise, he saw a pretty young lady, around the same age as him. She was about 5 foot 7, with her long sandy blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. She had a very pretty face, a nice figure, and was dressed in blue jeans at a college sweater.

"Hi neighbor. I'm Joyce" she said.

"Martin" he replied, extending his hand out to shake hers."

Joyce was carrying two big department store shopping bags, which she had to put down to shake Martin's hand.

"So, you've been shopping?" he said.

"Yes, I just got back from the mall. Do you mind if I come in?" she said.

"Not at all. I was just finishing up studying."

Joyce walked in, and gave Martin's apartment the once-over with her eyes. Typical male student's room. It needed a lot of work.

"So, what can I do for you?" said Martin, curious why this pretty neighbor of his would just drop in like this, having never met him before.

"Lets sit down" she said, pointing to the well worn sofa and love seat in the living room area. Martin walked over, and sat down on the couch. Joyce sat on the love seat, with her packages at her side.

"I want to show you what I just bought" she said, digging through the first bag. She produced a lacy red bra, which looked quite exciting.

"Here, feel the fabric" she said, handing it to Martin.

Martin blushed as he took it from her.

"Don't be afraid, it won't bite" she said, laughing.

Martin laughed weakly, and felt the soft silky fabric. He imagined Joyce's perky breasts filling the soft cups. He also imagined wearing the bra himself.

"And then this was on sale. What do you think?"

She handed Martin a red tank top. It was a soft cotton fabric, which seemed like it would be very comfortable. He nodded back to her.

"And then I got this."

Now she pulled out a pink skirt, which she handed to Martin. He accepted it, with a tremble in his hand. It was hard not to imagine wearing this himself. As soon as she left, he'd go order a skirt, just like this one. It was so cute!

"Oh, and these too" she said, now passing him a pair of red silk thong panties. "They're really sexy, don't you think?"

"Yes" he said, as he took them from her. Why was she so interested in showing him this? She must really want him.

"I wasn't sure about putting red and pink together" said Joyce, "but there were a couple of models dressed like that in this month's Elle. You know, right after the add for DKNY. Remember? I know you read it."

Martin gave her a funny look. He had read his neighbor's copy of Elle. How did Joyce know that he was doing that? But he had been careful not to let anyone see him. What was going on?

"At first, I wondered who was reading Marie Claire before it arrived" said Joyce. "There were fingerprints on the glossy pages, and most of those return-mail cards were missing. So I knew someone was reading it. But then I saw you put it into my mail slot one day. So I knew you were the one. And I watched again carefully, and saw you take my copy of Elle."

"I...I'm sorry. I didn't...." started Martin.

Joyce waived her hand dismissively, like it was no big deal.

"At first, I wondered why a man would want to read a fashion magazine. I thought maybe he wanted to read the relationship advise, and learn what women want from a man. Or perhaps he liked the pictures of all the hot babe models. But then I figured out the real reason."

"What's that?" said Martin, holding his breath.

"Yesterday night, I got a package. I had ordered a bunch of clothes from a catalog, so I was excited, and I opened the box right up. Image my surprise to find these!"

She reached into the bag, and pulled out two large fake breasts. The ones Martin had just ordered. He looked at her, eyes wide with fear. His face went pale. He was unable to speak. He had been discovered.

"Not to mention this," said Joyce pulling out the fake pussy, "and this."

She removed the wig from the bag. She had found Martin's order by accident. He gasped for breath, words still not able to form in his mind or his mouth.

"I realized: you were the guy who was reading my fashion magazines. And then I put it all together. You want to be a girl!"

 

Martin coughed. She knew. This was terrible. He was going to have to quit school now, and move far away. His worst fear come true: he had been found out. He had been so careful, but it wasn't enough. He had been caught, red handed. Of course, he didn't want to *be* a girl. He just wanted to dress up like one, and pretend he was one.

"Please Joyce" said Martin. "Please. Don't tell anyone. I promise I'll stop reading your magazines. Please. Don't tell. It's not what you think it is."

"Why Martin, you don't have to stop reading my magazines. In fact, I would encourage you to keep reading them."

"Really?" he said.

"Yes. And your secret is safe with me. I will never tell a soul."

"You promise?" he said, a surge of hopefulness rising through his heart.

"Yes I promise. I'll never tell a soul. But on one condition."

"What's that?" he said. "I'll do anything for you."

"Exactly!" said Joyce.

"Exactly what?" he said confused.

"You will do anything for me. And everything. You see Martin, or should I say 'Brandie', you are my slave now. You will do everything I tell you. Everything and anything. And you will not complain, or resist me in any way. You are completely mine. If not, I will tell everyone about your dirty little secret."

He stood there, feeling floored. She had built up his hope, only to crush it. She had him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"What are you going to make me do?" he said.

"First of all Brandie, I like your idea of turning yourself into a girl. So I am going to make you dress, act, walk, and talk like a girl. All the time. You are going to live at my apartment, and serve me as my slave. And I will slowly turn you into a real girl. Now I think that is a very fair arrangement. Don't you Brandie?"

"But...."

"Now don't argue with me. Not now, not ever. Do you understand?"

"Yes. It's just that when I dress up, I like to call myself Michelle."

"Well that's just too bad, isn't it? Because you are my slave, and I decided that your new name is Brandie. Now tell me who you are!"

"My name is Brandie" said Martin.

"And?"

"And I am your slave."

"And?"

Martin shrugged his shoulders, not sure what else she wanted to hear.

"And you are a girl!"

"And I am a girl" he repeated.

"Now lets try this again. Tell me who you are."

"I am Brandie. I am your slave. I am a girl."

"Very good Brandie! Now listen. Your first task is to pack up any female clothes you already have, along with this new stuff. We're going over to my place now, where I will start turning you into a girl. Now get to it!"

* * *

 

Martin was sitting in Joyce's living room on the couch. He was trembling. What was this girl really going to do to him? He waited in fear as she went in back. She had taken his keys from him when they got here. He was going to be stuck here, unable to return home. As he wondered, he heard water running. Then soon after, she returned.

"Well Brandie, I just poured a nice hot bath for you, with lavender scented oil. Go take a nice long soak, so that your skin picks up the oils. It will make your skin smoother, and give it a nice floral scent."

Martin nodded. That didn't sound too bad.

"You will find a shaver by the tub. Shave your legs. Shave your armpits. Shave your chest. Shave your back. Shave your shoulders, if you have hair there. And for god's sake, don't leave all that hair in my tub when you get out. Clean up after yourself."

"Yes Joyce" he replied.

"And another thing. From now on, until you are a girl, you need to address me as a superior. From now on, you will call me Ma'am. Do you understand Brandie?"

"Yes Ma'am" replied Martin, obediently.

"Good. Now go take your bath before the water starts getting cold."

Martin went into the bathroom. The lights were turned off, but there were four candles burning. The tub was 3/4 full, with a layer of white foam on the top. The strong scent of lavender permitted the room.

He undressed, and stepped into the warm welcoming water of the tub. He sank down in, and immediately felt relaxed. Between the candles, the warm water, and the pleasant scent, his stress melted away. This felt very feminine. And part of him had always wanted to be a girl. That part of Joyce's threat actually sounded exciting. It was the slavery part that had him all upset.

He picked up the shaver, and went to work. He had always wanted to shave his legs, but never had the courage to do it. Now he was under orders from his dominant female 'owner'. So he was almost *glad* to do it. It would please her, and it would let him live out a fantasy he always had. He whistled, as he removed the hair from his body.

It was hard to get out of the tub when he was done. He pulled the lever to start the tub draining. He felt the weight of his body return to him, now that he was no longer floating. He stood up with difficulty - he had been so relaxed.

Martin remembered to wash down the tub, and to collect all the loose hair from the drain with a tissue, which he carefully discarded in the waste basket. Then he dried off.

"Brandie, put on the robe!" called out Joyce.

There was a pink robe hanging on the back of the door. He put it on, and wrapped the belt around his waist. It was a woman's robe, and it barely fit. Timidly, he opened the door.

"Nice legs, babe" said Joyce.

"Thank you" said Martin, proud of the compliment. It did feel wonderful to have smooth legs finally.

"Now to dress you up Brandie. Lets start with your new pussy that you bought."

She held up the latex rubber device, with the attachment straps. Immediately, Martin's manhood stiffened, as he thought of putting on the device. Joyce shook her head.

"It is not going to fit with you all big like that. We need to fix it."

She took the fake breasts out of the bag, and the special glue used to attach them to a man's chest. She put the left one on first, and had Martin hold it in place. Then she put on the right one. Next, she gave him the new bra she had bought him. It was the exact size for his fake boobs.

"Now put this on" she said, handing him a condom.

Martin opened the package, and put it on. He looked up to see that Joyce had unbuttoned her shirt.

"Look at my chest Brandie. Look at my breasts. Now look down at yourself. You're just like me now. You're a girl."

Martin got even stiffer, if possible. He was completely aroused. Joyce started yanking on his manhood, harder than he would have liked. He wanted to draw out the pleasure of this, not to come quickly.

"You're a girl Brandie. You're just like me now. You are a girl."

Martin couldn't hold it in any longer. He exploded into the condom. If it wasn't on him, she would have been covered with it all. He didn't think he had ever come so hard in his entire life.

"Now go take that thing off and throw it in the trash. Wash up down there, and get back here right away!" she ordered.

Martin obeyed her, and a few moments later he was standing in front of her again, wearing just his bra which supported his new breasts. They jiggled when he walked. He liked that.

Joyce took the fake pussy, and attached it to Martin. His penis, now small and flaccid, fit into a hole. A pump that was included with the kit attached to a small hole in the latex rubber. With a few squeezes, it pumped the air out of the tube, making a tight seal around his penis, which was now pressed tightly against him, and pointing up, once Joyce pushed the fake pussy into place. She then attached the flesh colored straps around Martin's legs and waist.

After making a few adjustments, she seemed pleased.

"Look in the mirror at your new pussy Brandie" she said.

Martin looked in the mirror on the wall, and couldn't stop looking. It seemed from the image reflecting back, that he had not only real boobs being supported by a pretty bra, but a pussy too. He looked like himself in the face, but on his chest, and between his legs, he looked like a girl now.

"You are on your way towards becoming female" said Joyce. "And we haven't even really started yet."

Next, she got out the thong panties she had bought, and told him to put them on. He gladly did. Martin stared in amazement at how flat they were in front. No bulge in his pants to give away what he really was.

Seeing himself like this should have given him another erection. But the tube was so tight that he couldn't get stiff, not even one little bit. As long as he wore the fake pussy, there would be no physical arousal possible.

"Don't pull on it!" she said, as Martin adjusted the thong in back.

"It doesn't feel comfortable" he replied.

"Ha! And men wonder why we resist when they tell us to put one on."

Next up was the girdle he had bought, with the side pockets in the hips for padding. He put it on, and Joyce tightened it until it almost hurt.

"We need to slim down this waist of yours" she said, "to make you look more feminine. Now take a deep breath in!"

Martin did, and with great effort, she was able to get the girdle locked in its tightest position. Martin could barely breath. But one look in the mirror made it worth while. His tummy looked much slimmer. His hips looked wider. A *womanly* shape.

Joyce gave him the tank top and the tight skirt she had bought for him. He excitedly put them on, and again stared at the results in the mirror. Wow. He could not believe how much like a girl he looked now. Just his broad shoulders, face and hair looked out of place now. And Joyce had much work yet to do.

 

An hour later, Martin was covered in cosmetics. He wore long fake nails, painted a bright red color. He was in six inch heels. He wore his new wig. He wore all his jewelry. And Joyce doused him with a strong scented floral perfume.

"Look in the mirror Brandie, at your new self."

"Wow. I look like a girl" said Martin. "You did it! You turned me into a girl!"

"No I haven't" said Joyce, shaking her head. "I haven't even started yet."

"But look at me!" said Martin.

"Nope. You're just *dressed* like a girl. Underneath, you're still a guy. But I am going to fix that. Like I told you at the start, I *am* going to turn you into a girl."

For the first time since he had been in the bath, Martin felt a pang of fear in his stomach. She had dressed him up. She had made him look feminine. He looked and felt pretty. But she hadn't even started yet? What was she going to do to him then?

* * *

 

"Take these" said Joyce, handing two while pills to Martin, along with a glass of water.

"What are they?" he asked.

"I gave you an order!" said Joyce forcefully.

Martin gulped them down.

"And this" she said, giving him a tiny pink pill.

That one he took without needing to be told twice.

"The first pills were estrogen pills. My mom used to be on estrogen, but she stopped. I went home, and took the rest of her pills. She had a 4 month's supply left. Plenty to get your system saturated with female hormones."

Martin swallowed hard. What had she just done to him?

"And the second pill was a birth control pill, with even more female hormones. You will be on a schedule to take the right pills, so that soon your system is swimming in so many female hormones, that you penis will stop functioning. Your brain chemistry will be altered, so that you start to think like a girl. And your body will react as well. For example, your boobs will start growing. Soon, you'll have real ones, and you won't need to glue those fake ones on. What do you think of that Brandie?"

Martin was too shocked to speak. Real boobs? On him? But then everyone would know about him. They'd be able to see him. He couldn't hide them from everyone...

"What's the matter dear?" said Joyce. "Upset that you're turning into a girlie? I thought you liked the idea."

"I do, but..."

"But you wanted to be able to be a man again whenever you wanted? Sorry sister, but there is no going back. You *are* becoming a girl. Your days as a man are over. You can never go back."

Now Martin was shaken. He had never thought of taking things this far. He had just wanted to dress up. But Joyce didn't understand. She was really trying to turn him into a girl! The fear showed in his eyes.

"Now Brandie, if there is one thing you need to know about me, it is this: I only go to school because I am bored. You see, I come from a very wealthy family. I have more money than I can spend. And I have a trust fund that I'll get when I graduate. So for me, money is no object."

Martin nodded. That explained how a college student was able to afford all the latest fashions she had. The most expensive shoes and purses, the jewelry she wore, the expensive way the apartment was decorated.

"So you don't need to worry. When we go shopping, you'll get all the cute stuff you've been dreaming of. You're going with me now, to the mall. We'll get you lots of cool skirts, dresses, bras and panties, accessories, shoes....the sky's the limit. I bet a girl like you has always dreamed of a shopping spree."

"Yes, but I can't go out in public like this!"

"Like what?"

"Dressed up like a girl" said Martin.

"But Brandie, you *are* are girl. That's how you're *supposed* to dress. And anyway, you are my slave, and I order you to go shopping with me. So there, it's all settled."

 

Unhappy to go, but unable to say 'no', Martin got in the car with Joyce, and drove 20 miles to the mall. They went from store to store, and it was a fantasy fulfilled for him. He bought dresses, an evening gown, bras, panties, slips, nylons, shoes (and more shoes!), a purse, a hat, cosmetics, perfume, and sexy lingerie.

Joyce made him sit down at the earring shop, and get his ears pierced. That wasn't as good, because now he wasn't just wearing clip-ons. His ears were really pierced now. How could he hide it from anyone? They'd see him and know.

At first, he was *so* scared. He felt like everybody was looking at him. He squirmed, not liking the attention he got. And what if someone recognized him? But as they shopped more and more, he started to relax and lose himself in it. He was doing something he had always fantasized about, buying so many pretty things! It was a dream come true for him, and as he started to relax, he really started to enjoy it.

Joyce then took him to the hair salon, where he had his eyebrows thinned, plucked, and waxed. Now he had sexy thin eyebrows, like the girls in the magazines. There would be no hiding the fact that he was being turned into a girl now. Even if he were to wear men's clothes, the femininity of his eyebrows would give him away.

 

Back at Joyce's apartment, after the last bag had been carried in, Martin noticed a moving van pull out. He hadn't seen any vacant rooms, so he wondered who was moving out. It was something he'd soon discover though, because after dinner, Joyce took his set of keys, transferred them to a DKNY key ring she bought for him, and told him to come follow her.

They went out the door, and into Martin's apartment. He looked inside, and was completely shocked. Everything had changed.

"While you were in the bath, I set this up. What do you think Brandie?"

Martin could not believe what he saw. His apartment had been redone, with new furniture, new decorations, new wall paper, and everything. It looked very nice, but there was no mistaking it: everything was very feminine.

' From the crystal candlestick holders with the long, scented red candles, to the matching vase filled with fresh cut carnations, to the throw pillows with the fringes, to the floral wallpaper, it looked like a girl's apartment. A Monet print of the water lilies was on one wall. Curtains with a soft transparent scarf for decoration covered the windows, instead of the simple shade that was there before. And there was more.

The kitchen was well organized now, with new appliances. A picture of a wine bottle was on one wall, and a picture of a French chateau on the other. A plate of green grapes sat on the counter. And another vase full of flowers. The refrigerator was covered with pictures of couple's wedding photos, along with young babies and family pictures.

Martin wandered into the bathroom, which had also been redone. Everything was sparking clean. The tub had all sorts of fancy bath beads and bath oils on the shelf. The cabinet was full of makeup remover, cotton balls, q-tips, and a box of tampons. There was a coral colored rug on the floor, matching the new towels, and the toilet seat cover.

But the bedroom was the most shocking. Martin's bed now had a canopy over it, with a frilly pink and white fabric. The bedspread matched, along with the pink sheets, pillow cases, and shams. A teddy bear and a soft doll were laid carefully on the pillows.

The dresser was covered with dolls and stuffed animals. There was a vanity with a lighted makeup mirror, with tons of cosmetics in sight, and more in the drawers. That made Martin want to look in the dresser drawers. All his clothes were gone, replaced by bras, panties, and all women's clothes.

He rushed to the closet. Inside the door was a poster of a hunk with no shirt on. And hanging up were skirts, blouses, tops and a dresses of all colors and descriptions. A shoe rack displayed at least a dozen different pairs of heels. A fur coat hung in the back.

Martin turned to Joyce.

"What have you done to my apartment?" he said, frantic.

"The same thing I'm doing to you" she said. "What do you think? Doesn't this whole place just scream out that the owner is a girl? Doesn't it just ooze with femininity? Just like you will, when I'm done with you."

Everything was so wonderful! So beautiful. So tasteful. So feminine. His first impression was that he absolutely loved it! Instead of just wearing a bra and a skirt, and trying to pretend he was a girl, he would be completely immersed in femininity.

But then he realized something: before he could take his dress off, and go back to being a man. But this was different. Joyce was taking him a lot further than he ever thought he'd go down this path, but she was also taking away his ability to go back. He realized that he'd never be able to invite guy over again for a game on the TV. Because his place was too much of a chick place for that. She had closed off a door for him, trapping him in a feminine world. Even if he bought new male clothes, he still had the pierced eras, the feminine eyebrows, the hairless skin. And a girl's apartment to live in.

It was sinking in now. She was wrapping him up in a feminine life, and she intended to make sure that he never went back.

* * *

 

"Well Brandie, what do you think of your apartment now?" said Joyce.

"It's so wonderful" he replied. "Everything makes it look like a girl lives here."

"A girl does live here Brandie. You."

Martin nodded.

"Come back over to my place now Brandie. Its time for your next treatment."

"Treatment?"

"Yes. I need to do some more things to you, if I'm going to turn you into a real girl. You need some more treatments. Come on now" she said, taking him by his trembling hand, and leading him back to her apartment.

Once inside, she told him to strip down naked. He did so, except for the fake breasts which were still held on by glue, and the fake pussy.

"Take those off" she said, pointing to his breasts. He did so, almost sadly in a way. Now he felt naked without them on.

"This is breast cream" said Joyce. "It contains female hormones, and growth factors. When applied to your boobs, it will make them grow an extra size. Put some on now, and every night when you go to bed. We'll get your boobs growing quicker this way."

Martin swallowed hard. He took the tube from her, and put it on as she instructed. The label promised how "you'll look so much better in your blouse within weeks!". The thought of having *real* breasts scared him.

Next, she had him take his hormone pills and birth control pills again. Then he glued his breasts back on, now that his chest had absorbed the cream completely.

"Your breasts were very thirsty for hormones. That soaked in right away. Even as we speak, its working on you, instructing your boobs to start growing. Just imagine. You'll have a pair of beautiful breasts of your own soon."

Martin closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Now take off that thing" she said, pointing between his legs. It was a relief to take it off at last. There was a tube in it that he had been able to pee through, but he felt very sore from having worn it for so long.

"Rub this in it" said Joyce, handing another tube to him.

"What's this?"

"More female hormones, to get absorbed into the tissues there. They will deactivate your male equipment, so that you don't get any more of those unsightly erections. They aren't feminine at all, are they? So they have to go."

He'd never get aroused again? And who knew what the female sex hormones in his bloodstream were doing to him. Joyce had to threaten him once to get him to put on the cream. Then he had to reattach the fake pussy, and use the air pump to get a tight seal around his sore male parts. He put it back on, and again, it looked like he had a pussy of his own.

"There, now you're just like me. You've got a pussy. You've got boobs. And your boobs are really growing! Soon, you'll be stacked. You're becoming a girl."

Martin felt something strange now; he felt weak. He needed to sit down.

"Here, put this on" she said, handing a silky nightie to him. He put it on, and laid down on the couch. He felt like he needed to go to sleep.

"Sweet dreams Brandie" said Joyce.

"Why am I so tired?"

"Oh, one of the pills I just gave you was really a drug to make you sleep for a while. Don't worry honey. You'll just sleep for a while, so I can work on you some more while you're out. You'll have nice feminine dreams, just like a girl. See you in the morning."

Joyce's smiling face was the last thing that Martin remembered before he fell into a deep sleep, where visions of bras, panties, boobs and vaginas danced in his head....

* * *

 

When Martin awoke, he panicked. What had she done to him? She was there, sitting beside him, smiling triumphantly.

"What did you do to me?" he said.

"I began the real work, of creating Brandie" she replied.

"What do you mean?"

"Within your mind, you still think of yourself as a man named 'Martin', even though you are now Brandie. So I am fixing that. I started creating a true female personality within you. She is very weak and fragile right now, so small that you don't even notice her. But with each treatment I give you, she will grow in strength and scope. When she is strong enough, she will be able to begin absorbing you into her."

"What?" said Martin. "What do you mean 'absorb me into her'?"

"When the woman within you is strong enough, she will dominate your mind. This Martin personality you insisting on believing in is weak. He will crumble before her. She will dominate in your mind. And she will cope with 'Martin' by absorbing him, which will only make her stronger."

"But that's not possible!" he protested.

"I'm a psyche major. It is *very* possible. Let me explain it this way. See how the water in this vase is pink, because of the colored carnations? And see how the water in this empty vase is clear?"

"Yes" replied Martin.

"Well, watch what happens when I put a few drops of the pink water into the clear."

The clear water mixed with the drops of pink water from the vase which she poured in. After a few moments to mix, now the water was no longer clear. It was slightly pink.

"And now I add more...."

The water grew darker in color, as more of the pink water was added.

"And now, as I drain it, they blend, until all you see is pink water."

She emptied the water from the flower vase into the one that was clear before. All the water was now pink.

"In the same way, I've just added a few drops of pink to your brain. You can barely tell, but it is there. And of course, you can never get rid of it. You'll always have that pink tinge, from now on. And as I add more and more to you, you'll continue to shift over until, just like the pink in the water, you are drowned out. The female inside you will rule, and this 'Martin' in your head will be gone."

"But...." said Martin, unsure what to even do.

"As I told you before Brandie, I am turning you into a girl. I meant what I said. You are becoming a girl now, and there is nothing you can do to stop it."

She was creating a female personality within his head? Martin searched his thoughts, but he didn't feel any different. Maybe she was just trying to scare him. Maybe that was it. But it was another seed of fear within him. Joyce was lovely to look at, but he was scared of her now, and what she might do to him at any moment.

"Get dressed Brandie. We're going out to get your laser hair removal done today."

Martin didn't want laser hair removal! He didn't want to be changed any more! But he was so scared of her now, he found himself jumping to obey her, in a way he never did before. In no time, he was adjusting the straps on his floral sundress, and asking her if the shoes he picked went with his outfit.

"Yes Brandie, you've studied my magazines well. That is a pretty outfit. Pretty clothes for a pretty girl."

Martin blushed a little. It was a compliment, actually for her to say that. He had good fashion sense? Wow.

* * *

 

That evening, Martin was exhausted. After having his face and chest treated, he was well on his way to never needing to shave his body hair again. He'd have to go back for a few follow up visits, but this had gone very well.

Then Joyce had taken him to lunch, then they saw a movie together. A chick-flick. That was followed by a trip to the bookstore, where she had him buy a bunch of new books written by women. It would be an assignment to read at least an hour a day.

Then they went to get their nails done together. Then they went shopping for antiques, to help finish decorating his apartment. Then after dinner, it was back to Joyce's place. She made him put on his breast cream, and take his pills. And just like last night, he suddenly felt very sleepy again.

"Sleep well sweet Brandie" she said, as his eyelids started to droop. "When you awake, you will find the woman within you has awoken too. She won't be strong enough yet to take over, but you'll meet her. You'll get to know her. And soon, you will *become* her.

Martin faded off to sleep, unable to take his eyes off of Joyce's boobs. Soon, he would have ones, just like hers. And a little part of him inside his head thought that was a good thing. He went out, realizing that he had just met his feminine self.

* * *

 

"You were wrong" said Martin, when he awoke to find Joyce looking down at him again, just like last time.

"About what?" she said, surprised.

"You said I'd meet my new feminine self when I woke up. But you were wrong. I sensed her as I was going to sleep."

"Oh yes. I know. She told me."

"She did? How is that possible? I was asleep."

"Your conscious mind was asleep. But that is just what I needed to be able to access *her*. With you out of the way, I'm free to talk to her all I want."

"You talk to her when I'm asleep?"

"Yes. And you see, it turns out that there was already a female part of you, ever since you were little. So instead of creating a new female personality, I've just been strengthening the one you already have within you. She is way ahead of schedule now, much stronger than even I could have imagined."

Martin didn't like the sound of that.

"You'll find her talking to you soon" said Joyce. "But don't worry, that's normal. She's just trying to spread her wings, getting ready to take over your mind. Now sit up, and take your pills Brandie."

Martin obeyed her, swallowing the estrogen pills and the birth control pill. More female hormones for his body.

"Ah, that feels good" said a voice in Martin's head. His feminine side.

"What feels good?" he thought back.

"The hormones, silly. Its hard for me to think with all that testosterone you've had floating around in here. But now that estrogen rules, its so much easier for me."

"Be quiet" thought Martin.

"Sorry honey, but I can't be quiet. I'm *you*."

"No you're not. Shut up!"

"Okay, I'm not you *yet*. But I will be. Or should I say, you will be me? I'm going to absorb you into me, and make you part of me. A weak, minor part of me. One that I barely pay attention to."

 

"She's telling me that she is going to absorb me into her" said Martin out loud.

"Really?" said Joyce, in a bright cheerful manner. "I'm surprised that she's so bold so soon. I had better help her."

"Help her? How?"

"Brandie, be quiet. Go shave, put on your breast cream, get dressed in something pretty, and report back to me."

Martin got up, and went to the bathroom, grumbling. He looked in the mirror. He had almost no facial hair now, after the laser treatment. But it would take another few trips to get rid of everything. He shaved his face, chest, and armpits. He put on his breast cream, then reattached his fake boobs.

"I can't wait until you have real ones" said the voice in his head. "I'm going to be stacked. D cups at least. I might have to get implants though, I don't think I can wait all that time for natural growth."

"Please be quiet" said Martin.

"Sorry honey, just thinking" replied the voice. "Say, why don't you put on the navy skirt, and the white top? That would be cute. Or the khaki skirt with the brown top? Brown is a good color for us."

"Us?"

"Yeah. You and I. We are a team now."

"I'm not on your 'team' " thought Martin.

"You will be, soon enough" replied his new feminine presence in his mind. "Oh, you forgot your mascara."

"Thanks" thought Martin.

"No problem. That's what I'm here for. By the way, you can call me Brandie."

"Who would have guessed?" thought Martin as he applied the makeup to his face.

"Please, can I do that?" asked Brandie, as Martin reached for the lipstick.

"No."

"Aw come on. Just for a while. Let me be in control."

"No!"

"I don't understand why you don't want to let me take over. It only makes sense."

"No it doesn't. Be quiet."

"I told you, I can't be quiet. I am as much in your mind as you are. You be quiet."

Martin laughed, and put on the lipstick. He'd show her who was in control. He went back out to see Joyce.

 

"Listen, I forgot to tell you something" said Joyce. "Now that you're talking to your female self, you need to know that when she starts to get stronger, she is going to start asking you if she can take over your body. She is going to want to be in control."

Martin nodded. She was doing that already. But he remained silent. He wasn't going to give Joyce any more help, if he didn't have to.

"But she is still new and weak" said Joyce. "If she takes over now, that would exhaust her, and there might be a danger of losing her forever. You wouldn't want to do that, would you? So *don't* let her do it. Don't let her take over."

Martin nodded his head, but inside he was smirking. Joyce had made a mistake. She had just told him a way he could rid his head of this other voice. *Let* her take over. That would exhaust her and weaken her. Then he could crush her, and it would be just him again.

But he had better do something before she got any stronger. She was asking to take over already, and Joyce didn't think that she was going to do that yet. So she was stronger than even Joyce suspected. He needed to do this, and do it now!

"I need to take a pee" said Martin.

"Go ahead. Isn't it wonderful that you have to sit down to pee now? Just like a real woman."

"Yes" said Martin, who then spun around in a flash of skirts, and walked to the bathroom. He could barely hide the smile on his face. He was about to rid himself of the other presence in his head.

 

"So, you want to take over?" thought Martin, to himself.

"Oh yes. Please, let me!" said the female presence inside.

"All right. I'll let you. What do I need to do?"

"Just relax" she said. "Relax and close your eyes. Like when you're on the edge of sleep, and you let your dreams take over. Just like that. That's good. Keep relaxing. Don't resist. Let me in."

Martin closed his eyes, and took regular deep breaths. He imagined falling asleep. He listened to *her* soothing voice, purring within his head.

"Yes" she said. "That's it. Relax. Think calm, soothing thoughts."

Martin suddenly opened his eyes, and blinked because of the bright light. Only he hadn't tried to open his eyes. They had done that on their own. He found himself looking down at his hands. But he had tried to look up. It wasn't him doing this, it was her!

She was controlling his body. Wonderful! His plan was working! Now it was time to act, and to crush her, while she was weak.

"So, you are in control" he thought to himself. "How does it feel?"

"Wonderful honey! *I* am in control of my body!"

"My body" he corrected. "And now that you are weak I am going to crush you. Get out!"

In response, she laughed out loud.

"Oh you silly man" she said. "You believed that, about how it would make me weak to let me take over full conscious control? I can't believe you fell for it."

"But Joyce said you'd be weak...."

"Yes she did. She knew that you'd come up with your little plan. But you forgot something: I can hear your thoughts too! Do you think that I'd really have taken over, if that would have let you crush me?"

"But...." thought Martin.

"But nothing. Now *I* am in control, and it is going to stay that way. You are just along for the ride now, and there is nothing you can do about it."

With that, Brandie stood up. *She* was driving now. Martin struggled with all his might to burst back to the surface, but it was useless. He struggled to make his body do what *he* wanted it to do, but his efforts failed. No matter what he tried, his body only obeyed *her* thoughts now.

"Go ahead, struggle like that" said Brandie. "It tires you out, and makes you weaker. The weaker you get, the easier it is for me to wipe *you* out."

Brandie opened the door, and walked over to Joyce. She didn't even have to say anything. From the feminine grace of her movements, to her posture, to the look on her face, Joyce immediately knew who it was she was speaking to.

"So you are in charge now" she said.

"Yes" replied Brandie. "Thank you for freeing me."

She gave Joyce a hug. Martin felt his body pressing against Joyce, and felt his arms around her. But it was Brandie doing it, not him. And it was unbelievably scary to be unable to control what came out of his mouth, or what his body did. He could only watch and feel what happened.

"Are you ready? Lets get going" said Joyce.

Brandie walked over to the table, picked up her purse, and followed Joyce to her car. They drove for a while, and chatted. The content of their conversation terrified Martin.

"That guy across the courtyard in 36B is really cute, isn't he?" said Joyce.

"Oh yes. What a hottie. I'd sure like to go out with him" replied Brandie.

"No!" yelled Martin in his mind. "You're not going to date guys!"

"Yes I am" replied Brandie. "I'm a girl. That's what girls do, you know. The fact that I'm stuck in your body isn't going to stop me from being who I am. Or who *you* are now."

They discussed cute guys, and how they were going to snag a boyfriend for Brandie, much to Martin's dismay. When they finally reached their destination, he was relieved, at least for a moment.

They went inside, signed in, and read the magazines in the waiting area, until Brandie was called back to the doctor's office. Joyce came in too, and they sat down waiting for the doctor.

"Hello Brandie. I'm Dr. Pearson" said the man in the white coat.

"Brandie" replied the woman who had taken over Martin's mind and body.

"And I'm her friend Joyce."

"You already refer to Brandie as 'her'?" said the doctor.

"Oh yes, she does. And I think of myself as 'she' and 'her'."

"How long have you done that for?" asked the doctor, taking notes.

"For years. I've always known that I was really a girl. But I was never able to do something about that, until now."

"I see" said the doctor. "Now before we consider an operation of this magnitude, there are a number of steps we must go through, and follow protocol. First, the candidate must live for at least one year as a woman, dressing that way, acting that way, with no exception."

"As you can see" said Joyce, "she has been doing that."

"Yes" replied Brandie. "Even if I never have the surgery, I'd never go back to dressing as a man. I've redone my place, and I threw out all my male clothes."

"Very good" said the doctor. "And secondly, the candidate must go on female hormones."

"I already am" said Brandie. "I'd be glad to submit to a blood test, so you can see what my estrogen levels are. I also take birth control pills."

"Excellent" said the doctor. "And we also insist on a psychological screening."

"I have that right here" said Joyce, handing a psyche evaluation form over to the doctor. She had in fact written it up herself, using the knowledge and experience from her classes. The doctor scanned it, and nodded his head.

"You meet all of the requirements Brandie" he said. "So we can go ahead and schedule your surgeries. Now I understand that you want the gender reassignment surgery, and you also want implants?"

Martin screamed inside, with all his might. Joyce was signing him up for a sex change operation! No! He had to stop it!

"Yes" said Brandie, despite Martin's protests to the contrary. "I'd love to wait and have my breasts develop naturally, but this flat chest just doesn't match up with my self image. I *need* to have real breasts, so I don't have to wear these fake ones anymore."

"I understand" said the doctor. "Its just that with such a major operation, it might be advisable to wait, because you'd already be recovering from one major surgery."

"Whatever you think is best doctor" said Brandie. "My vagina is much more important to me than my boobs. It has to be my first priority."

"Very well. We will schedule that first, then do your breast, your nose, your hips, and the other operations as follow ups. Speak with the girls at the desk out front, and we'll get you on the schedule for your operation."

"Thank you doctor" said Brandie. "Thank you so much. I can't wait."

 

"You're not going to do this to me!" said Martin.

"No" replied Brandie, "I'm going to do it to *me*. You are part of me now. And you had better get used to it."

"No! I am going to take over again, and I'm..."

"Shut up" said Brandie. "I'm tired of all your whining. You're worse than a woman!"

 

"What's the matter?" said Joyce.

"He's whining again. I'm tired of him. He never shuts up" said Brandie, out loud.

"Well then, it's time to start bringing him into you" said Joyce. "Why don't you start with something, like his favorite birthday?"
"Great idea" replied Brandie.

"What about my favorite birthday?" asked Martin, but Brandie was silent for a few moments.

"What!!!?" said Martin.

"Okay, I'm back" replied Brandie. "Now tell me, what was your favorite birthday?"

"That's easy. It was when I turned seven."

"What do you remember about it?" asked Brandie.

"I had all my friends over..." said Martin. "I was wearing a pretty dress, and...No! How could I have been wearing a dress? That's not right! I wasn't a little girl!"

"Go on. Tell me about what you got as a gift."

"I was excited because I was a big girl, and I got a bike, with streamers on the handle bars, a pretty basket in front and.....no! Wait! That's a girl's bike! Why am I remembering a girl's bike? I wasn't a girl!"

"Yes you were. You remember your birthday party just fine."

"But those are a girl's memories! Why can't I remember *my* memories?"

"Those are your memories now. The memories of a girl. You see Martin, I am going through your mind now, accessing key memories of growing up, and changing them to ones more appropriate for a girl. The less male memories you have, the less of you that will be left. And the more of me there will be."

"No" said Martin, reeling. He tried to remember being a young boy, but now everywhere he turned, he only found memories of being a girl. He remembered growing his hair long, so he could be pretty like his sister. He remembered playing house and collecting Barbies. He remembered pretending to be a grown up, by putting on his mother's makeup and wearing her clothes.

Brandie *was* erasing him, bit by bit. If she was able to eradicate his memories like this, soon he wouldn't ever remember being a man. And there wouldn't be anything left of him. He would really become part of her. He was becoming her, in his own mind!

 

"What was the first date you ever went on?" said Joyce.

Martin remembered junior high, how this cute shy guy worked up the never, and asked him to go out to a movie. He remembered how he had spent hours going through all his clothes, until he found just the right skirt to go with his new sweater, and how his mom allowed him to wear makeup. He had been so excited. He had felt so pretty that day.

But those were a girl's memories! Where was his memories? He thought about school. What about his friends he hung out with? Lets see, there was Tina, Connie, Holly....no! Those were all girls! He had to of hung out with the guys? What about his football team? He had played...no wait, it was softball that he played. Tina had talked him into going out for softball, but when he made the team, and she didn't, she got so mad!

Martin panicked. All his memories from school were those of a *girl*. Try as he might, there wasn't *anything* he could remember growing up, that had to do with being a boy. He could only remember being a girl.

What about high school? He had been a boy there, hadn't he? He wasn't too sure now. He remembered being a girl there as well. He remembered his pretty dress he wore to the prom, and how handsome Frank looked in his tux when he picked her up for her date.

Martin also remembered trying out as a cheerleader, but being told that she wasn't good enough to make the squad. She had been so upset. The other girls were prettier than she was, and that was the real reason she got cut. She was just as athletic as they were, but she always felt so inadequate, since they were so pretty.

So when she went to college, she didn't even play sports anymore. But she did enjoy learning, and she hoped to be a successful woman one day.

 

Brandie took the card that the receptionist gave her, with the date for her surgery on it.

"I can't wait" she said. "I'll see you next week."

She got in the car with Joyce, and they drove back to their apartment complex.

"What's Martin doing inside now?" asked Joyce.

"Who?" said Brandie.

"Do you hear a guy's voice in your head?"

"No, he's gone. Or at least so quiet that I can't hear him anymore"

"Good. I think he's still there, but we've pretty much wiped him out. When you come back next week to get your surgery, that should put an end to him for good. You'll be a complete woman."

"I can't wait" said Brandie.

She smiled, and rolled down the window. Today was a great day. She was going to be a real woman soon, and for the first time in her life, she felt that she was going to be completed. She had to wait a week, but after a lifetime of waiting, what was that?

She would go back to her apartment, and get things ready for her recovery. She was so lucky to have a friend like Joyce, who was so supportive. What a great friend she was. She owed her so much!

"Thank you" said Brandie.

"For what?" replied Joyce.

"For everything."

  

  

  

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