BE FOREWARNED. The following story contains sexually explicit material not suited for those who have not yet achieved the age of maturity. If you should fall into this category, do not read further. Consult the laws of your community to clarify if you are eligible to read adult sexual material. The theme is transsexual. If this type of reading matter offends you, read no further. Go do something else. Standard disclaimer applies. Any association with real people, places, events, or entities is purely coincidental.

 

Step by Step     by: Virginia Kane         ©2001 All rights reserved.

 

"This way, please."

"Thank you, ma’am." I followed the trim woman down the corridor until we arrived at a paneled office. She opened the door and escorted me before the desk that stood prominently in the center of the room. To one side, I heard noises from a room connected to the one I was in. In the other room, behind a partially open door, metallic objects were being dropped into metal containers. I had to imagine what was being done, as I could not see what was taking place. I assumed it was surgical instruments being sterilized, as I was in a doctor’s office.

"Go right in and have a seat in front of the desk. Someone will see you shortly." The smiling woman turned and left me in the silent, elaborate office, closing the door behind her. The room had a couch, a desk with a credenza, an occasional chair and bookshelf filled with leather-bound books. The back of a picture on the polished desk, a phone and various articles of décor indicated the person who worked here was very neat and highly organized. Not a speck of dust in sight.

The door to the room alongside opened further and a stately, well-dressed man came out and sat down behind the desk. He turned to one side and extracted a folder from inside of a rolling file bin. "Name?"

"Terrance Allen Brooks."

"Yes. I wanted to make sure I’m reviewing the right file here." He looked over the paperwork, flipping the pages back and forth, reviewing information I provided to various interviewers when I first arrived. His face lacked expression, but peered into my face a few times, momentarily. Finally after reading everything, he set the thin folder down on the desk in front of him, and folded his hands as if in prayer, with fingers interlaced. I detected a trace of a smile as he looked directly at me.

"You want to correct a bad habit, eh? It says you are here of your own accord."

"Yes. I have a very bad problem. I blurt things out at the worst times. Sometimes I don’t even know I’m doing it. Unfortunately, I came here because my employer referred me to you, after firing me for cursing at another employee in a meeting."

"I see. Were you angry with the person you were insulting, at the time?"

"No. Yes. I can’t say for sure. I had no valid reason to be angry, but I shouted a profane litany at the woman, angrily. It happened before, but infrequently. Lately, I seem to lose all control of my temper for no reason at all with more frequency. Whenever I feel it is about to happen, I try to control it, but sometimes, it happens suddenly and the worst words come flying out, no matter who is within earshot."

"I see. Do you think a complete personality analysis will change that?"

"Yes, I do. I won’t be able to keep a job, if I can’t control my urges to spout off at others the way I do. I need to behave in a calmer manner. I get worked up for the most insignificant reason, lose control completely and go into a virtual rage."

"I see. To help you, we’ll need your total cooperation. Our reputation for helping people correct unusual behavioral problems may be well known, but isn’t enough on it’s own to insure success. Our technique only can do so much. You’ll have to want to change very much, or we will only waste a lot of time. Will you agree to be hypnotized, and permit us to use some prescription medications to help you?"

"Yes. The psychologist at work said I’d need a sincere desire and an open mind if I ever hope to break this bad habit of mine. I’m willing to do what is necessary."

"I notice that you are quite calm. Is this your normal state of mind?"

"Not really. The psychologist at the company I worked at had the nurse give me a tranquilizer. Then, she suggested I come straight here, after seeing the woman in charge of personnel. Here is the phone number she told me to give you when I got here, if you should want to ask her what they gave me to calm me down.

"Thank you." The man called the number, told the person on the other end of the line who he was and why he called. "I see. He is here with me now. --- Thank you for referring us to Mr. Brooks. When does his cobra coverage go into effect? ----- Good. That will make treatment less complicated. We’ll take it from here. Thank you. ---- You, too. --- We’ll do our best" He hung up the phone, and smiled at me.

"You’re in luck. Insurance will most likely cover the cost of the treatment we are likely to recommend to you. To start without further delay, we need authorization from you, if you are confident our assistance is what you want."

"I thought I gave that already when signing the statements I filled it out earlier."

"That was our authorization to make a diagnosis. The treatment may require that you remain with us for observation until the problem is fully resolved. You’ll find your stay with us a pleasant one. You’re 24 years old. Do you live with relatives?"

"No, I’m an only child. My parents are presently touring the country in a motor home. The last I heard from them, was months ago. They were headed for the Grand Teton Mountains. Dad was a postal carrier. He had to retire early because of flat feet and a bad back. Mom never worked. They’re enjoying life, now."

"Were your parents fully aware of your autism while you were growing up?"

"Yes, but my temper never got out of hand. I was under a good doctor’s care, but that ended long ago. I assumed I had grown out of it, until about two months ago. I had five or six outbursts that I can recollect since then. I want to get on with my life. I hate the way I act toward the people that witness my tantrums."

"Well, some changes might have occurred recently to trigger the outbursts. We’ll find out more as we initiate analysis. Excuse me for a moment. I have to give my assistant a quick instruction." He pressed a button and a voice responded.

"Prepare packets two and five for Mr. Brooks’ signature, Ms. Davis. He confirmed his desire to avail himself of our services. --- Yes. Bring them to my office. Unless he has unavoidable appointments he may have made previously to attend to, we may start his treatment today. Is a room available? --- There is? Fine."

He turned back to me and smiled. "Any outstanding issues to resolve before you place yourself totally into our care, Mr. Brooks?"

"How long will the analysis take? Can’t I have it done on an outpatient basis?"

"Not really. How would we know if you have another outburst without monitoring you? The best way to discern patterns that lead to an outburst is to observe your behavior changes throughout the day and even throughout the night. Once we identify the trigger behavior patterns involved, we can prescribe an effective treatment program and determine the degree of observation you will need."

"Makes sense. What does treatment involve? You mentioned hypnosis."

"Yes. As soon as we can determine what caused the outbursts, we will be able to advise you how to avoid situations of that nature in the future. When Miss Davis arrives with the necessary paperwork, we will begin probing for the cause."

She arrived shortly and explained each form to me, one by one.

After I signed the raft of complex forms, the woman left the office with them.

"Let’s get more comfortable and begin, shall we Mr. Brooks?" He then gestured to me to lie on the couch, as he came around the desk to sit in a chair beside the couch with a notepad and pencil in hand. I didn’t know that he planned to start so soon, but was pleased with his no-nonsense approach. Without any hesitation, he asked me a series of questions about what happened prior to each incident that ended in an irrational outburst of profanity.

After an hour of questioning, he asked me to accompany him to the adjacent lab for a physical exam. Once there, I sat on the examination table as he followed a comprehensive checklist, including questions about my parents and my friends. "What the fuck do you need to know that for, shit head? How many god damned diseases do you think I have, you mother fucker? I came to be cured, not to hear you fault my ---- " the door opened and two orderlies came in.

"What the fuck? Who are these guys? Your goons?" I felt a needle enter my arm as two hefty men made sure I remained on the table. The room started to spin, and I recall seeing the ceiling melting before my vision blurred and faded out.

"Mr. Brooks?" My eyelids fluttered. "Mr. Brooks. Relax and try to concentrate on my voice. I’m going to speak slowly and softly, so listen carefully -----." His voice faded away and I only heard a distant whisper, very hard to hear. I could feel my clothes being removed by the two thugs that joined us when I began to defend my parents from the clean-cut man’s comments about their child rearing ability.

I heard the low whisper increase in volume. "My voice is all you will hear. You will remain on your back, unless I tell you otherwise. Nod if you can understand me." I nodded. "Your muscles feel like putty. You cannot move your arms without first hearing me give you my permission to move. Try it. I did not grant permission.

See? No matter how hard you try, you cannot move, unless I first tell you an act is permitted by my specific instruction. You are naked. I’m going to examine your body extensively. You will enjoy being examined. You will want me to examine it often, as I check on your progress. Nod your head now if you understand me."

I nodded. His warm hands touching my body felt thrilling. He took his time and didn’t neglect a single inch. When he finished, I wished he wasn’t so efficient.

"Very good. You have a healthy body under all that ugly fat. You hate being so fat, Terry. You may nod your head to honestly indicate if you hate the way you have neglected your beautiful body by hiding it under layers of ugly fat"

I again affirmatively nodded to indicate I hated being overweight.

"You feel most people don’t like you because of your obesity and you are right. The chart indicates you weigh a tad over two hundred pounds. Much of that is comprised of useless, hanging flab that you slowly piled on over the years with careless eating habits and a reluctance to exercise properly.

From now on, you will eat only healthy foods, high in protein and very low in fat or carbohydrates. If you yearn to snack on foods not provided in the new dietary regimen you will follow, they will be in the form of liquid taken from the source. Nod if you understand that you will crave liquid protein snack drinks alone."

I nodded again.

"Very good, Terry. If you agree to adhere to the program I have suggested, you need not respond. If you do not agree, nod your head negatively. Do you agree that you are angry with the world for being a fat slob that disgusts people around you?"

I remained motionless.

"Knowing your disgusting body demonstrates a slack personality makes you want to lash out at others for recognizing what they see in you, even if they don’t voice their ill opinions. You blurt out nasty things in unwarranted self-defense, instead of rectifying the problem by losing weight that makes your body unattractive.

You have neglected developing muscle tone for so long, your withered muscles will no longer respond, as they should. Your basal metabolism is far too low for proper muscle development. Exercise will result in tearing cartilage and perhaps your eventual disability. You have but one choice. You must lose all the ugly fat, without the use of strenuous exercise, by dieting and chemical catalysts alone. You believe that you must lose your excess weight and build a lean and supple body attractive to the eye.

Are you attracted to the sight of men’s well-defined bodies?"

I nodded negatively.

"Is the sight of a beautiful woman’s body attractive to you?"

I remained still.

"Do you agree that most women find beautiful women also pleasing to look at? Women admire feminine beauty as well as men, do they not?"

Again, I didn’t move my head.

"In order to eliminate further attacks of extremely rude behavior, you will request a long-term program to become a pleasant sight to be admired by all.

You will fall asleep at my request and awaken in four hours with a firm resolve to start a new life, one that is free of problematic outbursts of foul language. While you sleep, you will remember my words as being your words, as well as mine, because you fervently desire acceptance by all as a truly lovely person.

Lovely people never use foul language. The words a lovely person speaks are always pleasant to the ear, urging others to respond in kind.

Upon awakening, you will assure me that my suggestions have effectively been implemented in your mind by immediately requesting to have estrogen therapy to enhance your image. Estrogen will help you rapidly acquire a lovely looking body essential to your recovery. You may now nod your head to affirm that you agree to being changed into a new, gentler, loving person. Then, you may go to sleep."

I nodded my head affirmatively and fell asleep.

 

Chapter Two

I woke up in bed, with a vital stat monitor connected to a sensor strapped on my arm and a video camera peering down at me from a corner of the room, near the ceiling. I could recall talking with a doctor in his plush office, but passed out after we went to his adjacent lab for a physical exam. Two hunks caught me as I was passing out. They must have been summoned to subdue me after I had one of my fits of angry cursing.

Then, a vision of a lovely lady came to me. She used estrogen therapy to cure a behavior problem. Somehow, I believe estrogen will help me to lose my excess weight that I haul around. Nothing that I ever tried on my own to lose significant weight seemed to work for long. Estrogen is what makes women more attractive.

The door opened and the doctor came in. "How are you feeling, Terry?"

"Weak. What happened? How did I get here?"

"You passed out from stress while I was examining you. You seem to be under a lot of pressure. I want you rested before we discuss how to proceed, so I had this room readied for you. Your cholesterol and triglycerides indicate you have terrible eating habits. We’ll help you to change those habits while you’re with us."

"I don’t recall your name, doctor."

"It’s Dr. Divine, Terry. You passed out before I had a chance to tell it to you. Shall we talk now, or would you prefer that I return when you are feeling stronger?"

"I’m okay. This is as good a time as any. Since I’m jobless, my time schedule at the moment is wide open. We might as well address correcting my weight, so I won’t want to bite people’s heads off for making fun of my being fat. Is there any chance estrogen will help me lose weight faster, Dr. Divine?"

"I came over to explain why weight loss could eliminate the underlying causes of your outbursts. I can’t say estrogen provides direct weight loss benefits Terry, but in conjunction with other drugs we will use, it can lessen your propensity to lash out at others. Let’s address the side effects of estrogen. Estrogen will soften up your skin and decrease your beard’s growth. -- That doesn’t seem to bother you.

After you fell asleep from drugs I gave you to arrest your sudden tirade in the lab, I took the opportunity to hypnotize you and probe into your psyche. You talked a lot, but one of the most important things you told me was that you want to make up for being cruel to women by developing behavior patterns they have. Putting you on estrogen temporarily will accomplish that, but it will give you mammaries and cause other less prominent refinements. Is that why you just asked me to put you on a regimen of estrogen? Do you wish to look more refined, like a woman?"

"It will do that? I’ll get breasts and smooth skin like women have?"

"It’s possible, but won’t it look strange for people to see a man who needs a bra?"

"Wow! Are you sure I said that to you while I was hypnotized? Is it possible? Do I want to look like a woman, deep down inside? I heard somewhere people can’t lie while under hypnosis, when they are asked to tell only the truth. If that’s the case, then somehow, I must think getting estrogen will help straighten me out.

If I put you on estrogen, I suggest that you talk with someone from the concourse beauty salon. Many women use our facilities for rapid weight loss, so the salon here is always busy. Women like to bolster sagging egos while they shed excess pounds. I can arrange a consultation here in your room. How does that sound?"

"Sure. I don’t see why I need to talk to a beauty consultant, though."

"If you start estrogen therapy, you’ll need to learn more about dressing differently and using cosmetics, Terry. Otherwise you will send out mixed signals to casual observers. See what a woman suggests about what to expect from the changes you’ll encounter by taking estrogen. You won’t have to wear a lot of makeup, but knowing how won’t hurt, if you find you’ll be reluctant to have the members of our staff see you with breasts, without some cosmetics on, as well.

I plan to drop in to see you every morning around ten o’clock. The only things on television in the daytime hours are soaps, but the set in here has a tape player, so if you want to watch some movies or educational tapes, you can order quite a few from a wide selection of tapes available in the institute’s library. I brought this one with me about the basic weight loss program you’ll be on. There are other tapes that I suggest you watch to help you advance into the therapy, once you finish learning the basics. You’ll begin to appreciate your body more as your new diet helps you to shed pounds and become more appealing to others.

This tape is slanted more toward the woman’s point of view, but I think you’ll get the drift of all the concepts involved, regardless. I don’t suppose watching women who were once in bad shape turning into glamorous girls will be too much strain on you to see. If it is, let me know. I’ll bring you a copy of the library’s big catalog of videos. I’m afraid this tape gets boring, so please watch it a few times to make sure you don’t miss anything that might be important for you to know.

You can’t keep any one tape for more than a day or two, so I’ll exchange this one for one that will explain how your temporary breasts will begin to develop in time. It will also explain why you needn’t be concerned about having them, because, if and when you stop getting estrogen completely, they shrink and your chest can resort to a normal male appearance. Any questions, so far?"

I shook my head to indicate "no". I was too dumbfounded to think clearly of any reason I would want to look like a woman, but knew he was right about wanting to take the estrogen. Of that, I was sure, but I wasn’t sure why I wanted it.

The nurse will administer your medications to you as soon as I leave." He shook my hand and left. I stared at the videotape he left for me to watch.

When the nurse arrived, I got nailed with a shot in each butt cheek. She also had a pill on a tray and said I get one every few hours until I stop floating in my fat.

I bit my lip to curb my itch to call her every name under the sun. Drugs Dr. Divine gave to me earlier must work wonders to curb one’s anger. This was the first time I didn’t blurt out a string of expletives over being told I was fat. The nurse with me gave me a sneer. I could hear her mumbling: "fat ass" as she was walking down the hall away from my room.

I got out of bed on wobbly pins to slip the tape into the slot under the TV screen and looked around for the remote control. It was on the small square table next to the bed. I felt a tender spot on each bum cheek as I sat in a chair, so I decided to lie out flat on the bed to redistribute the dull pain. A parade of good-looking gals in bathing suits started the tape. Grrr. I didn’t need to be reminded of how I didn’t look to the world. As the tape continued, Dr. Divine explained how the diet plan worked and what dieters should and should not do to insure its rapid success.

He then explained the ladies seen in the video’s introduction achieved significant weight loss following the institute’s diet plan religiously. Some ‘before and after’ picture poses supported his claims, or so he said. I wasn’t convinced a diet would work as fast as he said this one would. Raw animal protein was a key ‘trigger’ of the diet’s ability to burn away fat. I could care less what was used, as long as the diet worked. Who needed to know too much about how it worked? Not me.

I dozed off while listening the doctor’s voice drone on. The nurse’s arrival to hand me my next pill with two big glasses of water woke me up. I took the pill from her and washed it down with the water and gave her a nasty look. If this diet program worked so well, why didn’t this nurse use it to get rid of her bulging hips, stomach and sagging breasts? So much for someone going on quick-fix diets!

Soon after she left, I sensed gas accumulating as my stomach gurgled, so I went into the john to clip a loaf. Instead, I had the galloping dominoes so bad my guts were boiling. I planned to give the doctor a piece of my mind when he next came to see me in the morning. My dump was a four-flusher by the time the runs quit.

The same thing happened after my next pill that she brought advising me to drink three big glasses of water with it. The third time the nurse was due I smirked to myself. I’d show her what I thought of taking another pill and all that cold water. She looked at me as if she thought I was crazy or something, when I refused the pill. She shrugged and left me with the pill and full water pitcher still on the tray she was holding in her chubby hands.

I found out why as I wretched my guts into the sink while the other end was firmly seated on the throne, letting fly. After that, I had sweats, chills and shakes, in that order, while still sitting on the throne, expecting to turn inside out from the cramps that followed. I heaved my cookies until I had nothing left to up-chuck and my gut was tied into knots from the dry heaves and dry runs.

I made a mad dash for the bed, rang for the nurse and made it back to the john in the nick of time. As I sat in pain, she came in with the pill on the plate and went to fill the pitcher from the sink. When she saw the sink’s bowl held what was left of my breakfast, she walked right out of the bathroom, telling me to open the sink’s drain and rinse out the bowl while she got the water from someplace else.

When she returned with the water, I asked her if she could bring a raw egg with a small glass of juice. I don’t know why, but I had a dying need to slug down a raw egg to coat the lining of my stomach, which now felt like it was on fire.

"The pill would have been easier to swallow, than a raw egg." Nonetheless, she returned with a raw egg and some clear juice. "You could have asked me in a nice way. I would have gladly told you the pills keep you from getting the cramps caused by the shots you got earlier. Men are all alike. You seem to think you know everything, but you don’t enough to stay out of the rain.

Another big flash for you is: I’m on the diet, too. The hospital where I normally work set things up for me to pay my way through the institute’s diet plan, instead of sitting on my fat ass all day, like you’re doing. We’ll see a lot of each other, so you’d better not give me any more of your macho crap about my weight or what I’m told to bring you from now on. I’m just doing my job.

Here’s your dinner, handsome. Her tone meant she wasn’t impressed with the way I looked. "Try not to act like a vacuum cleaner and suck it all down at once. That’s all you’ll get to eat until tomorrow morning. If you want any more help, let me know. There are only three other dieters here that I have to baby sit, so I’m not very busy. You need a new gown, sweetie. You made a mess of that one. They’re inside the cabinet next to the bathroom door. See you in a few."

Even though I craved the glass of raw egg whites sitting in the plastic cup, getting it to go down was something else. I closed my eyes. It was slick goo, and had no flavor when I stuck my tongue into the cup to find out how it tastes. I don’t like surprises when it comes to food. I recalled the videotape mentioning that protein would help to settle my stomach, so I tilted my head back and let it slither down in one long drool. Yuk! At least my stomach settled down after drinking it.

A different nurse returned fifteen minutes later with a foot-wide elastic belt and told me to stand up. "This will help to keep you from getting cramps and hunger pangs." She wrapped it around my naked waist from in back and let the hooks grab the wool at one side. "Wear it as tight as you can tolerate. If it’s too tight the hooks and wool will pull apart until it’s at the right tension. Later, kiddo."

A clean gown I found in the closet was shorter than the one I was wearing when I woke up. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about corners of this one getting wet by hanging down into the toilet bowl. It also didn’t fit all the way around my obese body and left a six-inch wide strip of my backside exposed. Why do they bother to make you wear these stupid things instead of pajamas was another question I’d have to ask the nurse the next time she dropped by with a pill and water.

I heard a knock on the door, and the well-dressed woman intruded right in on me while I was looking at by bare backside in the bathroom mirror. "Don’t worry, dearie. In a few months, that size gown will be way too big on you."

She looked fantastic, but I was in my bathroom and exposed. "Who the hell are you? What the fuck do you want? Can’t a guy have any damn privacy around here? Get your fucking ass out of my john, you fucking whore!" My cursing again! The drug that the doctor gave me must have completely worn off. That was the second time I flew off the handle since I arrived. I thought I’d better mention it to Dr. Divine, but I noticed the john had a camera spying on me. I wondered who was watching me while my derriere was exposed in the mirror.

"Excuse me? Who the hell are you and where the hell do you think you are? I’m here to do my job. Don’t you think I rate a ‘hello’ or ‘hi’ before you start swearing at me and calling me names? This isn’t some hotel where a hooker gets paid for being slandered by a trick. Your manners need considerable improvement, pal.

I don’t like men who think the women of the world are second-class citizens, so if you intend to get any help from me, I expect your humble apology right now. You need me, and I sure don’t need to assist a person with a mouth like yours."

"Sorry. You startled me ma’am. I wasn’t expecting a woman would walk right into my bathroom and see me naked. I have a bad problem blurting out profanities to people. That’s the reason for my being here. They’re going to cure me."

"Uh, uh. No excuses. That wasn’t humble enough. Try it again on your knees or I’m out of here.

"Fuck you, bitch! I don’t get on my knees for anyone!"

The goons appeared with Dr. Divine, and I felt my eyes rolling back into my head from the shot he gave me. The next thing I knew, I was back in his examination room lying on the table again with double vision.

"Terry, Terry, Terry. That wasn’t very nice of you. I sent one of the best ladies from the salon to have a pleasant evening chat with you about looking better with breasts, and you went and immediately insulted her. I can’t have you treating women in that way. We’ll have to make sure you don’t do that again, won’t we?"

"What do you mean, Dr. divine?"

"I have other patients that I have to care for. I can’t be roused in the middle of my dinner to give you sedatives time after time. The last sedative barely lasted the four hours you rested. If you dislike talking to women so much, Jeff and George will have to take over bringing your medications from now on. Unless? ----"

"Unless what?"

"Terry, I can give you a post-hypnotic suggestion to help you be more courteous to the nurses and the consultants that attend to you. The suggestions I have in mind will heighten your libido, so you may feel attracted to them. With the heavy doses of estrogen flowing through your blood vessels, you might also become attracted to men, as well as women, so be careful. If you continue to present a problem to us we will have to restrain you and keep the nurses away from you. Or, shall I use hypnosis to alleviate your tantrums temporarily, until your weight comes down and the cause of your tantrums is eliminated?"

"I don’t want to be a problem, Dr. Divine. Do I have to authorize it again?"

"That won’t be necessary. Relax. Lie down and relax. ‘Resolution stature now’."

I was floating in space. His voice was a distant whisper, telling me to ask women to show me how to behave like them, polite and courteous, never boisterous. The idea of blurting out nasty things was disgusting. I was to address anyone wearing feminine clothing with respect and admiration from now on, and willingly give the staff members my total cooperation, to assure my hasty cure.

If requested to befriend them, I was encouraged to do as they asked. Showing all who attended me devotion would ensure my speedy recovery. The sooner that I demonstrated eagerness to change my eating habits, the sooner I would be rid of my compulsive outbreaks of temper. I would crave raw protein, whenever it was offered, and no longer find accepting it repulsive in any way. The new attitude would be mine, as if it always was mine, not imposed, but embraced, as my own.

"’Resume stature now.’ How do you feel, Terry?"

"Okay, Dr. Divine. Can I go back to my room, now?"

"Sure, Terry. Go and get a good night’s sleep. When the nurse brings breakfast to you in the morning, I want you to apologize to her. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes. I should. I treated her terribly."

"If you wish to make up for your tirade, try offering her a kiss on her cheek for being nice to you."

"Yes, I’ll do that. I hope she won’t be offended if I’m that forward."

"I don’t think so. She’s a very nice woman. All women are nice, aren’t they?"

Two orderlies appeared. "If you treat everyone nice, they’ll be nicer to you. You’ll see. Goodnight, Terry. These orderlies will escort you to your room and assist you into bed. Be very nice to them, Terry."

"Yes, Dr. Divine. I’m sorry I was such a nuisance to you. I’ll try to do better."

The orderlies helped me into a wheelchair. One strode beside it, while the other pushed it along to my room. In the elevator, I noticed the one standing next to me had his fly undone. "Did I make Dr. Divine wake you guys up?"

"No problem. It’s our job." He turned toward me and I could see he was wearing black underwear under his white uniform when he touched the floor button. For some reason, seeing his underwear gave me a rush. When the elevator came to a stop, the other one came around and the first one took his place pushing me.

At the door to my room, I could see the second orderly’s fly was open, as well. Again, I felt a rush at the sight of his red, shiny underwear. I wanted what was inside of the man’s pants. I don’t know why, I just did.

When he leaned forward to pick me up out of the chair, I touched his open fly with a shaky hand. What if he didn’t want me to touch him? Would he report my indiscretion to Dr. Divine? Or worse, would he slug me for doing it?

He set me on the bed, flipped my feet onto it and lowered the upper half of the bed so that it was flat. He pushed me down onto my back with one hand and took my hand in the other, placing it over his open fly. "Take it out and kiss it to show us you appreciate our getting out of bed to escort you to your room, Terry."

I did as I was told. "Open up. Give it a French kiss." His hand reached around and pulled my head forward. I should have been disgusted, but found the smell of him intoxicating. I rolled toward him and let him pull my head forward until his entire soft shaft was deep inside my mouth. From this vantage I could see his panties were made of nylon with split crotch lined with lace. It was okay. I knew anyone that wore something feminine should be attractive to me.

I closed my eyes and savored the smell and taste, which was making me shiver with delight. I heard movement on the other side of the bed. The other orderly took my free hand and placed it on his groin. I continued to let the first one slide in and out of my mouth, while I fondled the other orderly’s soft cock. His cock grew in my fingers almost as rapidly as the one inside my mouth.

The first one sighed and pulled my head forward hard, releasing a torrent into my gulping mouth. It tasted similar to the egg whites I had earlier in the evening to quell my upset stomach. As soon as the torrent stopped, he removed his cock and wiped it across my face.

The other man rolled me over to face him. Having tasted the first, I need no help to let the other man’s cock replace the first. As I sucked it greedily, the first man lifted my short gown and played with my cock, teasing it. He cupped my balls and used his thumb to urge me to an erection. As the second man released his prize into my eager lips, I erupted all over myself, as well.

As they softened, I planted gentle kisses on both men’s cocks, scavenging what semen remained. The men left my room silently, after kissing me on my cheeks. If I had been told that I would eagerly satisfy men orally one day sooner, I would have verbally attacked my accuser, but the men were proof that Dr. Divine was right as rain. Estrogen in my veins must make men seem --- appealing. I was glad they were wearing feminine undies. They’d never dare tell anyone what I did for them, or I could reveal their secret. I went to sleep dreaming of pretty panties and lacy bras that I would soon need to hold up breasts of my very own.

 

Chapter Three

 

In the morning, I woke up late, feeling notably well rested. Dr. Divine stood by my bed, shaking me. "Wake up, Terry. We have some work to do and I can’t stay for long. Would you like to make up for the outburst you directed toward Miss Dilyte, the beauty consultant you tore into yesterday?"

"Yes. My attack was uncalled for. Please tell me. How can I make amends?"

"I met with her this morning. She said she’d forgive you if you show her that you are sincerely sorry and are willing to accept her tutelage. Wear this diaphanous gown for her visit today, instead of the cotton type you have on now. Would you mind if I don’t help you put it on? I have to examine you, and be on my way. The front closing gown will make checking your progress easier, but not today."

"Okay. Do you want me to get out of bed to be examined?"

"I want you to get up, go shave, take a shower and be ready to greet Miss Dilyte with a smile, as if nothing unusual happened yesterday. She’ll drop by after your nurse gives you your second pill for today. Sit up and I’ll untie the gown you are wearing, so it will fall from your torso. I want to see your chest."

I did as he instructed. Dr. Divine touched both of my flat nipples. "See how they respond to being fondled, Terry? It’s a good sign. They perk up already from the initial estrogen the nurse injected into your system. I’ll tell the nurse to give you something to make them feel even better than they do now. Would you like them to feel nicer when someone touches them?"

"Oh, yes. Your fingers feel nice already Dr. Divine. Oh! You’re exciting me."

"You excite me, too, Terry. Perhaps I should spend a few extra minutes with you, after all. Would you like to see how excited touching your nipples makes me?"

"Yes, doctor. I don’t know why, but I would."

"Unzip my pants, Terry. Take out my manhood and kiss it. Taking the raw protein from it will make you feel full, so you won’t crave fattening food all day long. Lay across the bed, so I can provide you with your protein breakfast directly."

I lay out across the bed, and took his cock into my mouth to extract the nectar it would provide. Dr. Divine had a firm cock for a mature man, which surprised me.

I thought older men didn’t get so hard. The cock pulsed, as it grew to full length in my oral cavern. It soon rewarded me with a copious dose of his fresh sperm, full of protein nutrients to sustain me. I lapped at the remaining sheen on his cock, hoping my ridding him of his annoying erection would make him like me more.

The act didn’t repulse me. I knew restricting my diet to liquid protein would soon enable me to shed the unwanted fat from my body faster and I’d become more appealing by strictly adhering to a diet rich in raw protein. For whatever reason, the act of oral servitude was a clinical necessity, not an act of sexual depravity.

"Shave your face twice each morning, and again every eight hours until all the hair on your face softens and fades. Then, we will have it removed permanently by electrolysis, so you won’t have to bother with shaving ever again. When the nurse arrives with your morning pill, she will bring something with her that will help you to look nicer underneath your new gowns.

I want you to wear garments that will support your spine from now on. Without a regimen of rigorous exercize, your back will need added support. Obey the nurse and thank her for bringing it to you. Watch the videotape I left for you today."

"Yes, doctor. I will. I was unkind to the nurse yesterday. If I can resist lashing out at her, perhaps she will forgive me. I don’t think she likes me very much."

"The post-hypnotic suggestions that I administered to you last night will prevent you from repeating yesterday’s transgressions. As long as you behave in a docile manner, you will find the nurse will be willing to tolerate you. Do what the nurse tells you and follow her guidance to the letter. I’m sure you will find getting along with others will become an easy matter without the outbursts. It’s time that I go to check on my other patients, Terry. I will see you again tomorrow."

"Thank you, doctor. Will you give me another protein snack tomorrow?"

He tweaked my nipples once more. It sent wonderful shivers up my bare spine. "That depends on how well behaved you are today. The nurse will report how you treat the women on the staff, so try to not do anything to upset them."

Dr. Divine left, so I got cleaned up and anxiously awaited the nurse, to prove that I could restrain my bad manners. I jumped in bed and covered myself up with the sheet on the bed. I didn’t have to wait long.

"Good morning, Terry." She raised the head of my bed and told me to lower the sheet. She swabbed my chest with a cotton ball and gave both nipples a small shot. That will help your nipples to stay erect, and the tissue around them remain soft. Dr. Divine wants you to get accustomed to wearing a body corset to train the muscles in your spine and coax your ribs into a better posture."

She powdered me with fragrant talc and slipped the corset around me. The chest area sported empty cups made of pliant plastic on the inside and smooth satin on the outside. I dropped my feet over the opposite side of the bed at her direction, so she could lace the corset onto my body.

Looking down, the abundant cups gave my torso the definition of a woman, with a nipped in waistline from the restriction of the lacings and full hips protruding out from the lower hem, bedecked with a lace fringe. Under each armpit, a tiny hose poked out of the bra cups. She handed me an exercise pump and told me how to squeeze the handle to draw the flesh on my chest into the hollow plastic cups of the bra, enabling the skin over my growing breasts to expand as milk sacs in my chest begin to fill. By pumping up both breasts simultaneously with one pump and a ‘t’ on the hose, my skin over both breasts would stretch more evenly and not give me any stretch marks. She showed me how to attach the hand pump to the hose and how hard to squeeze the handle until, the vacuum was appropriate to urge my tender little ‘titties’ to grow at this initial stage in their development.

"Don’t be tempted to overdo it, Terry. This is the maximum level of vacuum for now. The air will escape gradually into the cups, so you will have to renew the vacuum to keep your nipples against the front of the plastic cups. Look down at the gauge on the side of the pump’s cylinder. Don’t exceed the arrow mark.

We call it our ‘Madonna’ bra, after the rock star made the style famous in the ‘nineties. The plastic inserts are exchangeable, so you will get progressively larger ones later, after your flesh begins to expand. I’ve worn the same style corset for over three months, now. Would you like to see the effect it produces?"

"Oh, yes. It feels marvelous. I can feel my chest drawing into the cups as I’m squeezing the grip. Oh, the pull on my skin feels good. Please, nurse. Show me how big the cups in the corset will be in three month’s."

"I will if you promise you will give me a protein ‘treat’. I’ll even let you taste some of my milk while you inject your raw protein into me where I can absorb it."

"How?"

"I’ll sit on top of you and lean over you. While you fill me up, you can suck on my nipples to get your lunch. Dr. divine said you had breakfast already, and had two late night snacks before you went to bed last night. I only had a measly dinner of fruit and vegetables. My orbs are so full of milk, they need milking, so let’s get right to it, okay?"

"Sure. I want you to know that I don’t have any experience with breast-feeding, so you’ll have to tell me how I’m to do it. My mom bottle nursed me. I never had a woman’s nipple in my mouth."

"Oh, you’ll love the taste of warm milk." She got on the bed and straddled me. As she pulled away the outer elastic satin cups of her corset, the clear plastic cups inside hissed as air rushed in. She removed them from over her ample breasts. "Like them? They’re chock full of sweet milk."

"Oh, yes. They look beautiful. The entire brown part sticks out from the rest. "

She leaned forward to put one to my hungry lips. I opened my mouth wide to fit over the huge nipple and protruding brown crown around it. I inhaled the soft titflesh and marveled how it conformed to the inside of my mouth. A warm, bland-tasting fluid trickled from the nipple onto my tongue and washed my taste buds. I was being treated as a newborn child, suckling at a mother’s source of rich food.

The nurse squirmed up and down on my groin, giving my cock sensations that made it stiffen. She reached down and positioned it, then slid down enveloping it in her warm sheath. I was busy concentrating on the treat I was ingesting, while she coaxed me to an orgasm. As my cock pulsed, I felt my nipples glow from a heat generating deep inside of me. I wanted to experience that glow again, as soon as it dissipated. I was still firm inside of the nurse.

"You came too soon. You still need to relieve the pressure in my other breast. I’m not getting up until you drain both breasts and give me more of your male spunk. Once you are fully drained, as well as my breasts will be, I’ll consider letting you get up to take a shower. After that, you’ll need to be laced in again. By that time, you will be starving, and can be breast-fed some more. You sucked my nipple sore, but I love it. You have to repeat the chore on the other in the same way."

After my second orgasm, we talked. "The woman from the salon is supposed to drop by and give me a consultation. If she gets here before we finish and before I’m ready to see her, I’ll offend her. I don’t want to annoy her again."

"Miss Dilyte? Don’t worry about her. Suck her off and she’ll do back flips for you. She loves to train new patients in feminine deportment."

"Suck her off?"

"Sure. She has a cock, just like you. She likes the institute so much; she stayed on as a beauty consultant. She’ll teach you how to act more demure, so you can learn how to live as a woman if you decide to keep the lovely figure you will get by adhering to the diet program."

"But, but, she’s gorgeous."

"You will be too, in a few more months. Beauty has nothing to do with gender. It takes hard work and dedication to become desirable, not a pussy or an attitude. When she started to train me, I was sure I’d never pass. Now look at me."

"You? How can that be? You just had sex with me as a woman."

"We had sex, but not like you think. It’s too soon. I’ll explain it to you later."

I knew what she meant, but couldn’t believe she was able to ride my cock without me detecting where it went into her. There had to be a trick involved. No man can delude another by using his rear end for sex without his partner knowing that his cock wasn’t inside a pussy. I wasn’t overly qualified to know the difference, but nonetheless, the angle, the gripping, the rocking. The nurse couldn’t have a cock, too. She was entirely a woman.

"Your breasts. The milk. You can’t be a man. Men can’t produce milk."

"No? Then what was it?"

"If that was milk, it had to be injected into sacs placed into your breasts. That’s it. You had them put empty sacs in your breasts and filled them with milk before you came to me, to feed it to me. You had me fooled."

Trust me, Kelly. The milk was all mine, and you will soon start to produce milk of your own. To rid you of your syndrome, you will accept doing all things women do, so you won’t hold any resentment against them for being able to please men. I can take any man on and bring him off, thanks to Dr. Divine’s program.

You made fun of my size when we first met. I made fun of yours, as well. I came here to stop being a slovenly pig and become a lovely person. I weighed over three hundred pounds when I arrived, with a severe metabolic condition that experts said was impossible to cure. Since I shed well over a hundred pounds, my hatreds disappeared. I’m on my way to becoming a useful human being."

"Do you think I’m useless?"

"Not really. You were useful to me a minute or two ago. Your protein is inside of me now, being processed by my body’s digestive system to break down the fat stores. That’s being useful, isn’t it?"

"Why must the proteins be exchanged?"

"I don’ know that. You’ll have to ask Dr. divine. Were you into gay sex before you arrived at the institute, Terry?"

"No. I never indulged in any homosexuality. Since I arrived, I feel that somehow it isn’t gay sex, it’s therapeutic, nothing more, so social stigmas don’t apply."

"That’s right. The exchanges of protein are essential to the diet’s success. Doing what is necessary isn’t improper. There’s nothing unnatural about it.

Well. I have to finish my rounds and you have to get ready for your appointment with Miss Dilyte. Don’t forget to wash behind your ears, Terry."

"Yes, ma’am. I won’t forget. I’ll see you later, Miss ----"

"Call me ‘Miss Willow. Before I leave the institute, I want my weight willowed down to one- fifty, half of what it once was. Bye, for now."

I took off the corset, which wasn’t an easy task. Getting it back on by myself was not going to be easy. I took my time finishing my ablutions and shaved twice as Dr. Divine instructed me to do. I wish I had a scale to see if I had lost any weight over the past two days. Sure, I was being anxious. Dr. Divine’s unusual diet was supposed to perform miracles. I was curious to see if the pounds were coming off yet. I looked at myself in the mirror. If anything, I looked fatter than I was when I got here. No matter. Deep inside, I knew the diet would work, just like ingesting raw protein was the key factor to its success.

With time to spare, I watched the video Dr. Divine left. It extolled the benefits of adopted womanhood and the advantages to be achieved by strictly adhering to the diet’s restrictions. As the first, it was boring, so I hardly paid any attention to it as it droned on in the background. Remembering the orderlies that returned me to my room flooded my senses. I had to squeeze my legs together to heighten the wonderful feelings pulsing inside when I thought about their hard cocks in my mouth and hands. I pumped up the flesh on my chest again, to expand the skin, so my breasts would be free of stretch marks when they started to grow.

If I had continued thinking of those two hunks, I would have climaxed. In the nick of time, the woman tapped on the door and entered as she had the day before.

I remembered what she told me, when I saw her last and got down on my knees to apologize. As she approached me, she pulled my head to the juncture of her thighs. I could feel the bulge hidden beneath her uniform.

"Are you surprised? Yes, I’m a graduate of the institute. In about six months, you may expect to have a shapely body like mine. When it happens, you need to be prepared to face life with it. That’s why I’m here. I’m going to teach you how to behave as a woman. We’ll spend an hour together every day of the week. With my help, you will pass in public as a lovely woman. You will pass in bed as a lovely sexpot. Men won’t mind what you will still have between your legs. In fact, some will appreciate it. All they’ll want to do is feed you their protein to placate their passion. You’ll be grateful, as their protein will sustain your weight loss.

Sit in the chair, Terry. Today, I’ll begin by sketching your profile and showing you how to apply a little make-up. Don’t expect any miracles, like the diet is supposed to perform. Creating a living masterpiece takes a lot of hard work and countless trial and error experiments. If this were easy to do, every woman would look like a million dollars. We both know that’s a far cry from the truth, don’t we?"

"Yes, I suppose." She did the sketch and worked on my face for the next hour.

"That’s all I can do today in this department, Terry. I’ll see you tomorrow." She packed her things and set them off to one side. Without asking, she pushed me back on the bed and sat down beside me. Wearing the long gown she called a peignoir, made it easy for her. She opened it and pulled down my panties. Her mouth engulfed my cock as if it was the last one on Earth. Soon, I was pumping my load into her throat. She lapped my cock clean and stood up.

With a hand on my head, she fed her hard cock into my mouth. Soon, it was my turn to clean her cock off with my tongue. The top of my corset brushed against the hem of her corset. The lace on hers tickled the bare flesh of my chest. It was more sensitive than I would have expected and I reveled in the feeling coursing through me from my mouth being filled with her cock. When she exploded, my flesh tingled. I could feel all sorts of weird emotions building up inside as she continued to empty her balls into my throat.

Before I could regain control of my heavy breathing, she was gone. I took a nap filled with dreams of men lining up to feed me with their elixir of life.

Nurse Willow woke me to give me another pill and a pitcher of water. I felt as if I was getting bloated from all the water I was drinking. Where was it all going? If I had to drink one more glass of water, I swore I would explode. She finished her visit by offering to exchange protein snacks with me. I accepted. I had sucked off five different people in the past twenty-four hours. Another snack was no problem to me. In fact, I was getting good at eating cum. Each of us took less than five minutes to trade semen. I was getting so used to sperm cocktails, I wanted them to be my sole source of nourishment. Giving head was certainly beginning to be a pleasure to me. Each time, I could feel the internal sensations get better.

After Nurse Willow left, I turned the videotape player back on. I knew the news must be on the television, but I still had more than half of the video to watch. As I gazed at the screen, listening to the monologue, I fell asleep. Nurse Willow who brought me my next pill and a few guests aroused me from my nap.

Jeff and George dropped by to apologize for being rough on me the day before. Of course, they presented their hefty cocks for Nurse Willow and me to dine on. By the time they left the room, I was exhausted.

I had given both of them a blowjob and watched Miss Willow do the same. They did not reciprocate, as they told us they weren’t participants in the program, only protein providers, a fringe benefit of working here as orderlies.

The following day, I got up early, feeling bloated. When I went to the john, I had to flush the bowl several times before I was done. I lost track of how many times I had to change the water in the bowl, but knew where all the water I drank was going. As I returned to the bed, to collapse on it, Miss Willow was waiting, saying that I was only partially emptied out. She took me back into the bathroom and proceeded to give me four enemas, which proved she was right.

I swore I lost another five pounds, exclusive of the water she pumped into me to coax the remainder of what was still left inside of me to come out. When she was done, the last batch of water came out clear. She took in my corset, as it felt too loose on me. After I washed up, she handed me the pill and pitcher. I dutifully drank a full quart of water with my pill.

She returned a half hour later with a glass full of deliciously seasoned raw egg whites and a large glass of unsweetened cranberry juice she said would help my prostate gland retain its function properly. At Ten, Dr. Divine dropped in. We had a short chat. We swapped videotapes, and he left after feeding me a plentiful helping of his raw animal protein. I loved the flavor of his rich goo.

Miss Dilyte showed me how to apply makeup and pierced my ears, three times.

She brought a catalog of earrings I’d be able to order, once the tiny holes healed. Until then, I was to keep the training hoops she installed in place except to daily cleanse the wounds in the way she explained the process to me. She also left a hand-held mirror for me to use while I was in bed, so I wouldn’t have to go to the bathroom each time I repaired my light makeup.

The regimen of pills and water every four hours during the daytime continued. As I was preparing to retire for the night, the two orderlies who wheeled me back to my room the night before stopped by to give me a protein nightcap, each. They looked so handsome; I eagerly gobbled them up and enjoyed every second of their short visit. My dreams that night were heavenly as the two chased me on a beach, where I was wearing a revealing bikini. They took me from both ends over and over in my dreams, all night long.

 

Chapter Four

For over two weeks, the regimen continued unchanged, and my waistline began to be a definite size or two smaller. My corset gave me very feminine curves that delighted me. Some of the eyelets were touching at the sides, which made me proud. The diet was showing results.

One morning, on his daily rounds, Dr. Divine told me I would be fitted with a new corset at a nearby ladies store. It was to be my first venture outside the institute.

The corsetiere was a mature woman who fussed over me, telling me how lovely I looked. With my short hair and five o’clock shadow showing, I wasn’t kidding a soul. I was far from ready to compete with a genetic woman. Still, she was right about one thing. My breasts were beginning to sprout. I giggled at her in reply.

I received two new corsets later that week. I gleefully tried to tighten one of them so tight, I broke the lace. I had to wear the other corset, which I put on with less enthusiasm. By this time, I accumulated an assortment of other clothes to wear, besides the ample supply of peignoirs, which showed up regularly in my closet.

I now had the freedom to roam the grounds of the institute, as long as I was in my room for my meals and medications. This enable me to drop by the salon to have facial hairs removed every day. They would only treat a small section at a time, telling me where I should not shave for a few days, so the stubble was easy to remove. A cover of heavy foundation concealed the areas to be treated, so I wasn’t running around like a bearded lady, shocking people.

On my daily walks on the elaborate grounds of the institute, I encountered many new faces. By chatting with others enjoying the afternoon sun, I found out that Dr. Divine’s department was but a small cog of the establishment. The institute catered to many large corporations and the important employees who suffered from the pressures of their responsibilities known as "executive burn-out".

Dr. divine introduced me to some of the men who were recuperating, suggesting I invite them to my room to provide them with some sexual recreation and have them supply me with my evening ‘snacks’.

The orderlies who I was seeing regularly couldn’t satisfy my voracious appetite for the sensations that began to flourish as I greedily sucked off cock after cock. Unless I had at least four snacks per day, I would play with my own cock for the meager ejaculate it provided. I much preferred having others excite my shrinking manhood or play with my breasts while I sucked sustenance from them.

My blossoming breasts were far more rewarding when it came to providing me with my orgasms. Wanking off or even being sucked of by a fellow dieter was not as rewarding as a man suckling at my growing breasts. I was anxious to see them become as large as Nurse Willow’s. At this time, Dr. Divine suggested that I proceed to a new step in my feminine development.

By inserting a bladder in my lower abdomen and adding small amounts of saline solution to the bladder on a regular basis, they expanded the flesh to make me appear pregnant, gradually stretching my skin painlessly.

Along with flabby skin from my recent weight loss, the loose flesh was shaped into a vagina large enough to hold a male appendage and more. It concealed an internal sleeve to hold my own penis. I can provide men with a working facsimile of womanhood for their sexual enjoyment without exposing my own cock.

My testicles were manipulated into my body cavity and then sutured securely in place. The flesh inside of my vagina became tender to enable me to absorb raw protein deposited inside. The procedure resulted in my total cure from the verbal outbursts I once had. Naturally, I begged Dr. Divine to perform the procedure, so I could be just like a woman in every way, just like Nurse Willow had done.

Two months later, I had sex like a woman for the first time. The folds Dr. Divine created made my vagina appear genuine. A tiny duct at the base of my hidden penis redirected my urine flow, which enables me to urinate sitting down so my cock does not have to be extracted from its hiding place. Proper hygiene using a douche requires that my cock be taken out of its internal sleeve, which is easy to do, as long as my cock is soft at the time. Leaving it hanging out enables me to function as a male when the mood arises, as well, which isn’t often these days.

The sleeve which holds my penis in position inside of me is open at the far end, so a man penetrating me would stimulate the tip of my cock to provide me with multiple orgasms while I am being fucked.

My pre-cum and sperm had declined in volume and is watery, but it’s enough to provide the entrance of my vagina with adequate lubrication. The first time that Dr. Divine entered me, I thought I died and went to heaven. Men have no idea how good it feels to be fucked royally by a well-endowed man.

Another advantage of my new pussy was the way I looked wearing a bikini. The months of tight corsetry whittled my waist to miniscule proportions in comparison to the supple hips I sport from getting continuous estrogen shots.

I declined the next step Dr. Divine suggested. He offered to remove my lowest ribs, so my curves would look perfect. I was a knockout the way I was. I didn’t think the prolonged recovery would enhance my new beauty significantly.

My pendulous breasts were fully developed by the end of my sixth month at the institute. I was soon to be released to live my life as a woman, as that is what I decided was the best way to insure I would never have another temper tantrum. I was a happier person as a woman. I was seldom happy as a man. As a man, I never had sex. As a woman, I had men tripping over each other to ask me for a date in order to get into my panties.

Men at the institute recovering from minor ailments were regular visitors to my room. When they learned I would be released soon, they offered to take me out on dates when they returned to circulation.

One man, Dave Fullman, who really turned me a lot on while he fucked me or I sucked his perfect cock begged me to move in with him. He said I was the best lay he ever had, and he didn’t want another nagging wife to tie him down.

He had gone that route twice and they became possessive monsters right after the wedding ceremony. What he wanted was a live-in, over-sexed companion to satisfy his needs without imposing restrictions on him or insisting on total fidelity. If I accepted his offer, he would offer me to select colleagues, as long as they provided him with a mutually attractive reward. He assured me I would be the star of the orgies he would stage for our pleasures.

I told him that I was once a man. He didn’t care. He wanted me as I am.

When he promised to put the house he’d buy us in my name and hire me as his personal secretary with full benefits, I accepted his offer. If our new relationship doesn’t work out, we could always part company and go our separate ways. His lovely cock is much nicer than Dr. Divine’s and he likes to suck on mine once in a while, which is a good enough incentive for me. I love a man that is willing to treat his significant other as his equal.

The last step of my transition to a new life didn’t involve Dr. Divine. I convinced Dave to buy a time-share summer place in the Florida Keys. We go there to get away from his business pressures, where I can get laid by the horny young men who congregate there, especially the ones that like girls who have something extra to offer. Of course, we always insist on using protection when we have sex with people we can’t determine are free of diseases. Dave provides me with all the raw protein I need to stay on my strict diet, so he’s now my sole source.

I never utter foul words at anyone in anger any more. If I use the word "Fuck" it is to beg a man to fuck me harder. Being a lovely woman has certainly turned my life around for the better. If I had to do it all over again, I’d search out Dr. Divine to apply for the magnificent estrogen therapy and the plan he offers that assures a girl will enjoy her new life more than a man would ever imagine is possible.

That reminds me. I have to arrange for my semi-annual appointment to get my long-term estrogen implant recharged. I look forward to having my consultation with Dr. Divine in his office. Perhaps I’ll book a stay at the institute and see if any current residents are in interested in laying a good-looking, eager, sex partner.

Life as an attractive woman is a totally fabulous alternative to the foul-mouthed, insulting slob I used to be. I don’t think I’ll ever want to revert to looking like or living as that kind of man ever again.

 

The End

 

 

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