New! Curls for Conrad

 Sandy Sullivan

*This classic story has been republished here on this blog in hope it can be archived and be experienced by a new generation of feminization erotica readers. One of the mission statements of this blog is to help preserve early online erotica, so it won't be lost to time. Thank you.

A man named Conrad is caught cheating on his very wealthy wife. She gets help from her mother who has special talents to transform Conrad into Curl loving Connie.
   
     Prologue
   
    Conrad is in trouble, he just doesn't know how much trouble!
     It is Monday morning, and Conrad is sitting in a straight back
     chair in the entrance foyer of his wife's mansion. He is sitting
     there because his wife told him to when she left to go to the
     bank she owns. He is to wait right there until his mother in law
     arrives from her home in Paris.
   
      Conrad is afraid, Conrad has been cheating on his rich wife,
     he knew it was stupid, but he just couldn't help himself. Conrad
     had used women from an early age. You see Conrad is pretty, oh he
     is definitely male with all the right equipment. He is just so
     good looking you have to say he is pretty. Conrad is five foot
     seven inches tall, weighs 125 lbs, with a slim & wiry body. You
     are probably thinking so what, this doesn't sound like a hunk. No
     he isn't, Conrad's charm stem from his clear blue eyes, his long
     lashes and his light blond hair. His features are perfectly
     formed and he has a perfect complexion and very little beard or
     body hair. What beard and body hair he has is light blonde and
     soft. It is Conrad's mind that fascinates women. Conrad knows how
     to charm women and has all his life. His teenage years were
     filled with one conquest after another. Conrad loved to make
     women fall in love (or lust) with him, but as soon as he had them
     crazy for him and had subjected them to every sexual possibility,
     Conrad would ruthlessly dump them. After all there were always
     others, and his interest waned as soon as he had gotten them to
     perform every sexual act with him. Yes Conrad was heartless and
     cruel to women.
   
      Allyson has been Conrad's down fall, his wife is the most
     beautiful woman Conrad has ever met. Her full and healthy
     brunette hair and complexion is the direct opposite to him.
     Allyson has a body most men would die for, and Allyson is rich.
     Really rich. Conrad had been so affected by her beauty he had
     actually married her before she had allowed any sexual behavior.
     He had also been influenced by the fact that she was rich and he
     would not have to work, just live the life of the idle rich.
     Allyson is eight years older than Conrad and owns a bank holding
     company that has twelve large branch banks. Allyson's father
     adored her and at his death he left her as the sole owner of a
     two billion dollar bank. Allyson's mother was left 10 million in
     cash as a gift. She already had obtained 20 million in a divorce
     settlement ten years earlier. Allyson and her mother had a good
     relationship, and visited each other often at places like the
     French Riviera, Rome, London, and Paris. Conrad always chose not
     to go because of his terrible fear of flying. Allyson's father
     would have been deeply disturbed to know how much Allyson had
     been influenced by her mother since his death. He divorced her to
     keep her ideas of a matriarchal society from influencing his
     beloved Allyson. It was only after they had been married for
     several years and he had started to become successful that her
     dominating opinions surfaced. William Lawtell was a very strong
     willed man and immediately disagreed with his beautiful but
     increasingly radical wife. After the divorce she returned to her
     native France and began to live her preferred life-style. As a
     dominant leader of women who preferred their men to be
     subservient. In the years since her departure, she had developed
     a business out of her desires and now had a very large
     organization devoted to training boys and men to serve women. All
     of this was of course unknown to Conrad, he having only met her
     at his wedding to Allyson. However he remembered her as being
     almost as beautiful as her daughter, but her manner and presence
     was very intimidating.
   
      Allyson, when she had learned of Conrad's infidelity had
     given Conrad two options, be thrown out on the street penniless,
     which she could certainly do since he had signed a pre-nuptial
     agreement, or submit to training by her mother to make him into a
     suitable companion that she could be certain would never cheat on
     her again. Her mother had agreed with delight to come and bring
     enough staff and other necessities to train Conrad right here in
     the mansion. Conrad knew she had never liked him and did not want
     Allyson to marry him. For this reason his fear was worsened, and
     by the fact that he could not imagine what sort of training was
     being considered.
   
   
     Chapter One
   
   
      Conrad was dressed in his normal casual attire of tight blue
     jeans, scoop neck sleeveless tank top, and the latest fad in name
     brand untied sneakers. His long blond hair was pulled straight
     back and fastened in a low ponytail as was fashionable with the
     younger crowd. Conrad had always used his long blond hair to
     advantage when on the prowl, finding that many girls were
     fascinated with long haired men. Conrad heard several cars in the
     front drive and rose to greet his mother in law at the door with
     much apprehension. it was necessary for Conrad to open the door
     since Allyson had dismissed the household staff that morning. She
     told him that her mother's staff would handle the household until
     he had been properly trained.
   
      " Good morning mother De Estrange" Conrad said forcing a
     smile to his face while watching a large number of women unload
     from two airport limousines and a van filled with trunks and
     luggage.
   
      "How sweet Connie, however you do stumble over my name
     terribly. It will be best if you just call me Madame at all
     times. Now let us go into the study so we can have a private
     conversation about your atrocious behavior. My staff will handle
     everything else." Madame Marlene De Estrange said.
   
      "Well Connie it appears you have behaved very badly. You
     have violated my daughters trust and embarrassed her quite
     severely. I know of the pre-nuptial agreement and asked her why
     she did not throw you out, it seems even after you have betrayed
     her she still has affection for you. Of course you know I was
     against her marrying you in the first place, but she is just as
     stubborn as her father was. However it seems we are faced with
     changing your behavior and making you into a fit companion for my
     wealthy daughter. Are you committed to making the changes
     necessary to be able to remain with Allyson?" Madame asked.
   
      "Yes, I am. I love Allyson and regret my behavior, I just
     can't seem to help it. Some compulsion in me drives me to woman
     after woman." Conrad replied.
   
      "Yes Madame, is more appropriate Connie, try to remember.
     The changes necessary to rid you of this compulsion will be very
     drastic and severe are you sure you want to go through with
     this?" Madame enquired.
   
      "Yes Madame, I realize this is the only way Allyson will
     allow me to remain living with her. I don't know what I would do
     if I had to leave."
   
      Very well Connie, I have some papers here that Allyson's
     lawyer prepared for me. It will be necessary, for you to sign
     these before we begin your training. I must warn you, once you
     have signed these papers and started in training, you will be
     required to complete my program. You will not be allowed to quit
     no matter how much you dislike the changes. Is that clear?"
   
      "Yes Madame , I will do anything to be able to remain with
     Allyson."
   
      "Sign these papers where I have marked them with the X and I
     will have my staff begin your training immediately."
   
      Immediately after signing the papers Madame's assistant
     entered the room and began to question Conrad from a medical
     questionnaire. After Conrad answered all the questions, Jennie,
     Madame's assistant told Conrad to follow her to have some tests
     made.
      Jennie led Conrad into one of the rooms that had formerly
     been a downstairs bedroom with an attached bath. He was surprised
     that in the short time they had been here so many changes had
     been made. Freight delivery men were carrying in all sorts of
     medical equipment, and strange looking benches and tables were
     being set up all over. Jennie seated Conrad in a chair in the
     only quiet corner, telling him to remain there until the nurse
     could get to him.
   
      As Conrad observed all of the activity, it suddenly dawned
     on him that all of this equipment was being brought in for his
     training! Oh no, he thought this looks serious, I don't know what
     this training is supposed to be but if it includes using any of
     this stuff I'm out of here. Man I would rather be broke on the
     streets than let Madame exhibit her displeasure with all of these
     devices.
   
      Conrad quietly stood and began slowly moving toward the back
     of the house, planning to get in his car get out of here as
     quickly as possible. His car, the one thing that he owned,
     Allyson had given the Jaguar to him as an engagement present and
     the title was in the glove compartment. With the five hundred
     cash he had in his pocket and what he could sell the Jag for he
     could get set up again a long way from here.
   
      Conrad's mind was racing almost as fast as he was shaking
     with fear, as he moved to the garage. To hell with his clothes
     and jewelry, he had to escape from that mad woman. He hated to
     leave Allyson, but it was she who had turned him over to her
     imperious mother for who knows what kind of revenge. There he had
     made it to the garage now to get the Jag started, the door open
     and no one could catch him then. What! The keys are gone, but he
     always left the keys in the ignition!
   
      "Are these what you are looking for Connie?"
   
      Conrad turned startled at the voice of Madame, to see her
     standing in the door to the house holding his car keys. Damn he
     thought, well I will just rush her and take them away from her.
     She is not going to stop me now. Just then he heard a sound
     behind him and turning in fright he saw two of the biggest women
     he had ever seen advancing on him. They were both wearing nurses
     uniforms and one was carrying something in her hand. Before he
     could move something hit him in the stomach and he was hit by the
     ten thousand volts from the Taser stun gun. As Conrad writhed on
     the floor the other nurse injected something from a syringe into
     his arm. Everything went black for Conrad even as he screamed.
   
 
     Chapter Two
   
   
      Conrad awoke slowly, he was in his own bed, Allyson had
     banished him to another bedroom since discovering his affairs.
      Damn he hurt all over, his face felt swollen, his chest, and
     stomach also had a dull ache. The covers were pulled up to his
     neck and his long hair had been taken out of the ponytail and was
     arranged on top of the covers. He started to get out of bed and
     realized he couldn't move his hands or feet, some type of
     restraints were holding him motionless. With the covers pulled up
     he couldn't see what was holding him.
   
      "Good Morning Connie" Allyson said entering the room. "My
     don't you look nice and sweet with your hair loose and fluffed
     out. I just stopped by to see how you were doing. Mother told me
     you tried to break your promise yesterday. You really should not
     have done that, you made mother angry by lying to her. You signed
     legal contracts allowing her to anything to you that she wants,
     you really should have read them first. Now you can't change your
     mind, and will have to submit to her. It will all be for the
     best, when you have been properly prepared and your behavior
     modified sufficiently then we will be able go out again to all of
     the social events you so love to attend. When mother has finished
     with you I am sure I will be able to trust you not to misbehave."
     Allyson advised Conrad.
   
      "But Allyson, she has brought all kinds of medical equipment
     in the house and right now I'm trussed up in the bed where I
     can't move. You have to cancel this stupid plan, I'm afraid of
     what she is going to do to me!" Conrad cried out.
   
      "I'm afraid it is too late for that Connie, you can just
     think about how much you hurt and humiliated me, while mother
     changes you into a nice sweet natured person. It will take some
     time so you just need to get used to being completely under her
     control. By the way I can't stop her now even if I wanted to, I
     signed a contract with her also, and paid her two million dollars
     to change you. So just relax and enjoy Connie, you don't have any
     choice. Bye now, I hope you have an exciting day." With a wave
     Allyson left him alone again. He could hear her laughter ringing
     in his ears long after she was gone.
   
      How exciting does she think it is to be tied up in your bed.
     I wish somebody would come in here, I have to pee real bad. Even
     my thing hurts, what all have they done to me anyway. What is
     with this Connie business, she knows I like to be called Conrad.
   
      "Well good morning Connie did you sleep well dear?" the
     first nurse asked as the two who had captured him in the garage
     came in.
   
      "Damn it my name is Conrad, and you know I slept well, you
     knocked me out with that shot. And why in hell am I all tied
     up.?" Conrad shouted in frustration.
   
      "Well dear the last thing you did before we sedated you was
     try to run away. That really was very stupid you know. Now Madame
     is mad and I'm afraid you are going to suffer until you can get
     back in her good graces. By the way we haven't been formally
     introduced have we, I am Nancy and she is Betty and we are your
     personal handlers."
   
      "Handlers, what in the devil are handlers?, and get me
     untied before I piss in the bed." Conrad barked.
   
      Nancy pulled the covers back and said "Handlers are just
     that, we handle you, when you behave we will assist you in
     everything like getting dressed, and going to your training
     sessions. When you don't behave we handle you like we did
     yesterday. If you didn't like what happened then I suggest you
     behave properly, we were being gentle yesterday."
   
      That reply caused Conrad some alarm, and made him realize
     that it probably wouldn't be too smart to make these women mad.
     When the covers were pulled back he could see he had been dressed
     in a frilly pink nylon gown. Damn, what next. Conrad's hands and
     forearms were ingeniously encased in white leather mittens that
     were connected together at the palm and wrist, a zipper on the
     outside of each arm and hand was unzipped to free his hands. The
     mittens were attached to a wide white leather band that encircled
     his waist. Betty swung his legs over the side of the bed as he
     sat up causing Conrad to cry out in pain. His penis had been
     throbbing painfully but something hard had gouged his balls when
     he sat up. Betty quickly undid a similar contraption that had
     encased his legs and feet from the calf to his toes, there was a
     hard bottom on this device that held his feet in an exaggerated
     arch. These are professionally constructed items, these people
     have done this to someone before! Nancy strapped his feet into
     high heeled slippers with open toes that revealed his toenails
     painted with bright red polish.
   
      "What is all this crap?" Conrad raged.
   
      "Why what do you mean? Nancy asked.
   
      "This crap." Conrad shouted even louder and waved his hands
     when he saw his fingernails had also been polished. "And this
     gown, and high heel shoes. Why is this Halloween costume on me?"
   
      "Connie that is not a Halloween costume. That is how you are
     going to be dressed from now on. You should not have made Madame
     mad. She was going to gradually teach you manners and respect for
     women, but now I'm sure you are going to get much more. Be sure
     to sit down to urinate like a good girl Connie."
     Nancy said.
   
      Conrad was hurrying to the bath as fast as he could on the
     unfamiliar high heels, and wasn't paying attention to what Nancy
     was saying. When he had stood up the urgency to urinate became
     acute, so acute he almost did not; notice the painful tugging on
     his penis. Arriving in front of the commode he frantically pulled
     the folds of the long gown up and reached for his penis to aim it
     but all he felt was a metal tube being pulled back between his
     legs. As he bent over to see what was wrong, the gown slipped out
     of his grasp and unable to wait any longer the warm stream began
     running down his legs. Conrad threw up his hands in disgust and
     shuddered as he finally found relief. It seemed to take forever
     for the stream to stop and he stood there thoroughly humiliated
     while Betty and Nancy laughed at him. As soon as he could he
     grabbed the gown and pulled it over his head, pissy hem and all.
   
      "What have you bitches done to me?" Conrad screamed as he
     tried to find his penis inside the tube.
   
      Since the tube was being pulled back between his legs he
     tried to pull it forward, but then he realized it was connected
     to something under his butt cheeks. Stepping in front on the
     large mirror on the wall he could see a small but strong
     stainless steel chain around his waist, turning his back to the
     mirror he could see two more chains, going from the chain about
     his waist, down under his butt cheeks to a point somewhere in
     back of his sack.
   
      "Don't worry dear, no permanent damage has been done yet.
     That tube is easily removable. However I suggest you watch your
     language if you don't want Madame to have it installed
     permanently." Nancy said.
   
      The thought of a permanent installation made Conrad's blood
     run cold. Conrad raised his eyes from his groin area and was
     shocked to see that his face was swollen and puffy, his eyebrows
     had been thinned into a sweeping blond arch, and they had pierced
     his other ear! His chest, lower stomach, and groin were covered
     with splotchy red whelps and the hair was gone from those areas.
     His long blond hair had been taken out of the slicked back tail
     he always wore it in and had been fluffed and spread about his
     shoulders. Looking down at the high heeled shoes on his feet, and
     the nylon gown on the floor Conrad let out an agonized wail---
   
      "No!, You aren't going to,---- You can't do this to me!
   
      "Well of course we can dear, you signed the papers that gave
     us your permission. You really should have read them more
     closely. The affidavit you signed says that you have always
     wanted to be a woman, and that Madame is instructed to make your
     lifelong dream come true. By now those papers have been signed by
     your wife also, have been notarized and are legal documents
     requiring that Madame do as instructed. Really Connie what other
     type of madness could have driven you from woman to woman.
     Obviously it was your consummate desire to be female that caused
     you to be dissatisfied with every woman as soon as you had
     finished abusing them." Nancy said.
   
      "No, that's not true, look I know I haven't been a very nice
     person, but I will apologize, and I won't bother any one ever
     again. Just let me get my clothes on an I will disappear. Allyson
     will never see me again. Just let me go." Conrad was almost
     crying as he pleaded to be spared from what he rightly deduced
     was to be his fate.
   
      "That is just not possible Connie, you must undergo the
     training your wife has requested. You certainly may not leave as
     it is her intention to show your new persona off to everyone you
     have ever hurt or humiliated. So we might as well get started."
     Nancy replied.
   
      While Conrad and Nancy were talking, Betty had started
     filling the tub with water, and poured several liquids from vials
     she carried in her pocket in the water. Nancy used a special key
     to remove the tube from around Conrad's penis and free him from
     the chains. Conrad was surprised at the ingenious nature of the
     tube. It was shaped to perfectly fit around the contours of the
     head of his penis , leaving it free while severely constricting
     the shaft. It's design would allow stimulation of the sensitive
     head while effectively preventing an erection. In fact an
     erection would be very painful. Betty began scrubbing the penile
     restrainer while Nancy removed his shoes and tied his hair up and
     forced him into the tub filled with fragrant bubbles. Conrad was
     told to relax and soak in the tub until told to get out.
   
   
     Chapter Three
   
   
      Conrad did relax, the soothing bath was helping him but he
     was still very upset at all that was going on. It looked like
     Madame as she so pompously described herself intended to make him
     look like a woman as his punishment for cheating on her daughter.
     Apparently she is also vindictive, as evidenced by that horrible
     metal sleeve she put around his penis. Conrad kept trying to calm
     himself down so he could think logically on how to get through
     this idea of Allyson's he had been tricked into. Obviously if he
     did not want to be punished further he would have to show respect
     for Madame even though he did not mean it. Perhaps the best way
     to get through this crap would be to go along with whatever they
     wanted him to do. Maybe if he cooperated enthusiastically he
     could convince them he was accepting the training and he would
     then have a better chance of escaping. If there was anything
     Conrad was really good at it was deceiving women. Now he must put
     on a stellar performance in hopes of escaping before they could
     do too much damage to him. While he relaxed in the soothing
     potions in the bath another unfamiliar woman came in and cleaned
     up the floor where he had urinated. She also took the soiled gown
     when she left. Nancy soon returned and taking the shower hose down
she wet his hair and thoroughly shampooed his hair. A very nice
     smelling conditioner was massaged in and allowed to set for a
     minute or two before Nancy rinsed it out. Nancy stood and holding
     a towel out to Conrad said-----
   
      "Okay Connie lets get out of the tub and get dressed for
     your first day of training."
   
      Conrad reached deep into his deceitful personality and
     summoned up a slight smile. He must not over do it right away or
     they would become suspicious. True to her description of her
     duties Nancy helped him from the tub and then showed him how to
     dry from the feet up. Nancy produced what looked like bikini
     underwear and had him step in the and pull them up his legs. When
     they were up to the tops of his thighs she reached into his groin
     area and deftly pushed both his testicles up in side him. Conrad
     screamed in pain but managed not to curse at her and instead
     obeyed her instructions as soon as he could, to pull the tight
     panties up while she held his balls in place. When the bikini
     looking panty was in place it held his testicles up inside him
     securely. Reaching through a small opening in the front Nancy
     roughly pulled his limp penis out through the opening. Her not
     too gentle treatment convinced Conrad she was deliberately trying
     to antagonize him so she could report him to Madame. When she
     reached for the penile restrainer Conrad stifled the desire to
     fight and allowed her to slide the lubricated tube up his penis
     and secure it and the chains without resistance. Determined now
     to convince them he had given up any kind of resistance he
     quietly donned the long flowing pink nylon satin robe that she
     handed to him. Nancy firmly guided Conrad back into the bed room
     and seated him in front of the mirrored dresser. A tray
     containing a small glass of water, a cup of steaming coffee, a
     large white pill, and one cigarette had been placed there. Conrad
     reached for the coffee but Nancy said--
   
      "The pill first Connie"
   
      "What is it?" Conrad asked.
   
      "Not that you need to know but, it is Nizoral, an
     antibiotic. You may have some low level infections and Madame
     wants you cleaned up so your body will be capable of responding
     properly to your training regimen particularly the exercise and
     dance classes that require a great deal of stamina."
   
      Conrad obediently swallowed the pill and then began to enjoy
     the coffee and cigarette. He might not have enjoyed it so much
     had he known that Nancy had not told him the whole truth about
     the pill. It did have antibiotic and antifungal properties, but
     it is also a very effective testosterone blocker. Given in the
     dosage he would be taking daily he would be chemically castrated
     in a matter of a few weeks. Of course this would greatly enhance
     the effects of the estrogen and progesterone injections he was to
     receive later in the day. The female hormone injections would
     assist in the chemical castration as well as feminize his body.
     Given together they would rapidly change Conrad's body, so much
     that within a matter of only months his formerly wiry body would
     be covered by a smooth layer of shapely feminine flesh.
   
      As Conrad finished the coffee and cigarette he was
     shocked and humiliated to see Suzanne enter the room. Suzanne
     was the hot pants beautician that Allyson had caught him with at
     the motel. Which reminded Conrad of how he had gotten himself in
     this predicament. Stupidly, he now realized he had hit on the
     beautiful salon owner his very first visit there. Stupid because
     he did not realize that not only was the owner a special friend
     of Allyson's but she also had obtained a large loan from Allyson's
     bank and was extremely loyal to Allyson. It was the salon owner
     that assigned this very same hot pants beautician to do his hair
     cuts. Conrad had never suspected until now that he had been set up.
   
          "Well lets see if I can get our new girl fixed up a little
     for the first day of her new life. This is going to be a lot of
     fun. You didn't know it Connie, but my preference is for the
     female gender. Maybe we can have another date when you are more
     like my type." Suzanne said.
   
      Conrad steeled himself to the references to himself in the
     feminine gender and forced a pleasant smile for Suzanne. I won't
     let you get to me either sister, I refuse to be tricked into giving
     Madame any reason to institute further punishment. He sat quietly
     while Suzanne combed through his wet hair and began to blow it dry.
     Suzanne turned the blow dryer off while his hair was still damp and
     taking some glossing glace' in her hands she worked it through his
     long tresses. Brushing it straight back an up she captured it with
     several long duck bill clips and then separated his hair into
     numerous strands, keeping each one separated from the others with a
     smaller clip. Moving to the side she pulled one strand in front of
     each ear that was shorter than the rest and wound the strand on a
     magnetic roller and fastened each with clips in a vertical
     position, at the temple. At first Conrad thought she was going to
     roll all of his hair up as he had seen her do to many women
     the times when he had his hair trimmed at the salon Allyson had
     recommended to him.  Suzanne started pulling the strands
     of his hair together at the top of his head, and glancing at the
     mirror he realized she was braiding his long hair. For the first
     time since he had begun to wear his hair long, Conrad wished he had
     a crew cut.
     They were taking everything about his appearance and using it to
     make him look like a girl!
   

      Conrad began to watch closely as Suzanne continued braiding
     his damp hair. She had pulled the strands almost straight up when
     she started weaving them together which made the braid begin at the
     top front of his head. He had worn his hair pulled straight back
     for so long, the thick braid was giving an entirely new shape to
     his head. By pulling up on the strands his facial skin had also
     been lifted and stretched somewhat, and coupled with his highly
     arched eyebrows had created a rather bland and vacuous facial
     expression that he was not going to be able to change as long as
     his hair was in the braid. Damn Conrad thought, she is making me
     look like the stereotypical dumb blond air-head. Soon Suzanne had
     completed the braid into which she had woven several lavender
     ribbons, with which she wrapped the ends of his hair and then tied
     into a complex bow.
   
      "Oh you look much better already Connie, Suzanne cooed. In a
     few days when your skin has recovered  from the electrolysis I can
     use makeup and you will be a real cutie then."
   
      Well thank goodness for little blessings Conrad thought. At
     least I won't have to wear makeup for a few days because of that
     electric whatever. I wonder if that zap gun they used on me is what
     made my skin get so red and puffy. Nancy had returned from the
     closet with clothing for Conrad, and opening a box withdrew a
     firmly boned wasp waisted lavender corset. Oh no, Conrad thought
     more torture!
   
      " Come over here Connie, it is time to get dressed." Betty
     said while lowering what looked like a trapeze from the ceiling.
   
      Conrad had not noticed this thing earlier and realized this
     must have been installed since "Madame" had taken over the house.
     Betty helped Conrad remove the dressing gown and then fastened the
     padded cuffs attached to each end of the bar to his wrists. Betty
     stepped over to the wall and pressed a button which caused the bar
     to retract towards the ceiling. Conrad's arms were lifted until
     just the tips of his polished toes were touching the floor. Nancy
     wrapped the corset around his middle and hooked it together. Then
     she began pulling the laces ever tighter. The first trip through
     Conrad thought this is not going to be very bad. But then she began
     the process all over. The corset fitted just below what would have
     been Conrad's breasts, if he had any, and stopped just at the top
     of his hip bones. While Nancy was lacing Betty kept pushing and
     pulling the flesh on Conrad's chest up and the flesh around his
     lower back and hips down. By the third pass through the laces
     Conrad was gasping for breathe and was sure the women were trying
     to smother him.
   
      "Take shallow slow breaths Connie and you will get used to the
     corset soon." Nancy said. Finally Nancy tied the laces off and
     Betty lowered his arms. Back in a normal standing position Conrad
     could see in the full length mirror in front of him that the flesh
     Betty had rearranged  made it appear that he had a semblance of
     breasts and slightly fuller hips. Conrad was somewhat light headed
     now and was trying to breathe as Nancy had instructed. Leaving him
     connected to the bar so he could use it for balance, Betty knelt at
     Conrad's feet, and after removing his slippers she lifted a garter
     belt up and fastened it around his waist. Nancy then rolled sheer
     lavender stockings up his hairless legs and fastened them to the
     garter tabs. Betty produced a pair of lavender open toed high heel
     sandals and fastened the straps snugly around Conrad's ankles. The
     trouble Conrad was having getting a breathe was effectively
     distracting him from taking offense at what was being done to him.
     He concentrated on breathing while Betty lowered a filmy rayon
     lavender sun dress over his shoulders as he held his hands up as
     instructed. Betty tugged it into place as Conrad stared at himself
     in the mirror. He had said they couldn't do this, but they had!
     Staring back at him was a rather attractive narrow waisted female
     with a hint of cleavage showing in the scoop neck of the sleeveless
     sun dress. The arms and neck were a little stringy yet but the
     overall impression was female!
   
      Conrad seemed to be frozen in place, totally shocked by what
     had been done to him in less than twenty four hours. He finally
     roused from the stupor when he heard Suzanne calling -----
   
      "Come sit over here again Connie for some finishing touches."
   
      Numbly Conrad managed to walk on the four inch heels without
     falling, although quite clumsily. He did as Suzanne had instructed
     and she used the blow dryer on each of the rollers she had placed
     in front of his ears. Putting the dryer away she told him to make
     pout lips and she quickly brushed on bright red lip color, after
     waiting a moment she went over his lips with some sort of clear
     liquid that gave them a wet look. Suzanne sprayed the hollow of
     Conrad's neck, the fake cleavage and the inside of his elbows
     with a perfume that smelled of Violets. Finally she took the two
     clips and rollers out and pulled the resulting curls into loose
     hanging ringlets which she sprayed with a hair fixative.
      Conrad was, if possible, even more shocked now. He seemed
     entranced by his new image, unable to protest or resist so drastic
     was the impact on his self concept. Nancy finally took him by the
     elbow and said ------
   
      "Come along Connie, it is time to have breakfast, we must not
     keep Madame waiting, I know she must be impatient to see the new
     Connie."
   
      Slowly at first, but gaining more poise with each step,
     Conrad with Nancy's assistance and instructions began the walk to
     the dining room. Conrad was so embarrassed he knew he must be livid
     with shame. The gauzy dress swished at every step, and the lavender
     hose made a slipping noise as his thighs rubbed at every step. The
     method Nancy had shown him to walk with caused an exaggerated swing
     of his hips but was necessary for him to be able to manage the heels.
     The whole large dining room was filled with the faces of women he did
     not know that were seated around the table. They all gave a polite
     round of applause at his appearance. Madame smiled broadly from the
     head of the table as she said -----
   
      "Oh how precious, you have made such good progress Connie. I
     hope this means that your little episode of yesterday will not be
     repeated. You look just wonderful Connie, I almost can't wait until
     we have had a few months to work on you, you are going to be just
     darling."
   
      AAAGh, "just darling", Conrad almost threw up at the syrupy
     words of "Madame." The previous shock he had been in from seeing
     his radically altered appearance had dissipated rapidly at the
     embarrassment he felt at being presented before these women in his
     present condition. Control yourself, control, control, the only way
     to get away from these crazy women is to convince them you have
     accepted these horrible things they are doing to you and are
     resigned to your fate. Whatever it is these unmerciful monsters
     have planned. Conrad had been seated right next to Madame and she
     was now saying ---
   
      "Well Connie you really have improved since yesterday. This
     morning after breakfast you will be seeing a very special Doctor I
     have flown directly from Paris to handle your case. She has been in
     charge of all of my previous students, and does such marvelous
     work. I am sure Allyson will be delighted with what she can make of
     you. The next few months are going to be so very exciting for me.
     You can't possibly know how thrilled I was when Allyson asked me make
     you into a suitable companion for her. Of course they may be rather
     difficult for you but that is of no matter since you certainly
     deserve any inconvenience you might have after what you did to my
     precious daughter."
   
      Conrad stared at the breakfast that had been served to him. A
     half grapefruit, six Melba toast wafers, and a cup of black coffee.
     Oh yes and one cigarette.
   
      "We can't have you eating too heavily dear, that would just
     defeat our waist shaping regimen. It is very important to have a
     small shapely waist, it does so much for one's appearance. Yes your
     cigarettes have been rationed, I know you are a heavy smoker, and I
     really don't want to be cruel so you will have eight today,
     tomorrow only six, and then reduced by one each day thereafter. But
     don't mistake my kindness for weakness Connie. You deserve to be
     punished severely for your attempted escape, but I will just
     reserve that option depending on your behavior. However, be warned
     any repeat of yesterdays behavior and I will punish you in such a
     severe manner that you will never forget."  

Conrad devoured the meager breakfast he had been given while
     the woman talk swirled around him. Well she can threaten all she wants
     as soon as I get the smallest chance I'm out of here no matter how
     much she threatens. As soon as he had finished his one cigarette Nancy
     got up and came over to his chair.
   
      "Time to go see the Doctor Connie". Nancy said.
   
      Conrad wasn't real thrilled at the sound of that. He had seen all
     of the equipment being moved into the house and realized it was there
     to be used on him at some stage of this "training". Hopefully the Dr.
     has not planned anything too drastic for today. Conrad studiously
     controlled his steps to produce the motion Nancy had shown him was
     necessary to walk successfully in high heels. The swishing sounds were
     beginning to be associated with pleasure as the head of his penis was
     being rubbed deliciously with each step. Of course just as soon as the
     pleasure began to increase his penis would swell and then be choked by
     that infernal device "Madame" had instructed be kept on his organ
     continuously. The constricting nature of the tube would cause pain
     which made his penis recede only to be excited once again in a vicious
     cycle. Nancy ushered Conrad into the Clinic as the room had been
     labeled with a new sign, and instructed him to lay on the examination
     table. She swiftly fastened his feet in the stirrups and raised his
     skirt exposing his restrained penis and bare buttocks.
   
      "Well, so this is Connie." The Doctor said entering the Clinic.
   
      Conrad experienced some fear at her appearance, since she was
     wearing regular hospital whites as if prepared for surgery!
   
   
      "You are very pretty Connie, you won't pose much of a challenge
     for my skills. From the looks of you, and the test results I have just
     been reading, unless you don't behave properly I won't get to do any
     work on you for several months. But of course I will see you every
     other day to check up on your progress and give you your injections.
     So I might as well give you your injections now and you can be off to
     your classes."
   
      "Injections?" Conrad inquired weakly. He had always feared and
     disliked shots of any kind, and because of the circumstances he now
     found himself in he had a special fear of what the Doctor was going to
     inject him with.
   
      "Yes dear, you will receive two injections every other day. This
     one (holding a syringe up) contains estrogen, the principle female
     hormone. Estrogen, when injected in sufficiently large doses, will in
     a year or so reshape your body into a distinctly female form. Your
     breasts will develop, your hips will grow wider and more shapely, and
     of course your mind will begin thinking as a female's does."
   
      Conrad shuddered as he felt the fluid enter the muscle of his
     right hip.
   
      "This injection (holding up the second syringe so Conrad could
     see it) contains progesterone. This will assist the estrogen in
     creating you over into a female. It will also, over the next few
     weeks, chemically castrate you, so that you won't have to worry about
     having those nasty erections. They do so disturb the lines of the new
     clothing you will be wearing. The first few weeks on these hormones
     will be the worst, and you may have some emotional upsets, but just as
     soon as they gain control of your brain cells you will find that you
     will be very happy and excited about the changes taking place in your
     body. Well, see you day after next Connie."
   
      Conrad was too dumfounded at the things the Doctor had said to
     offer a reply. They weren't just making him dress like a woman, they
     intended to change him into one! Chemically castrate, no erections,
     wide hips, breasts, his poor brain was swimming with the terrible
     things she had said. In just a few weeks she had said he would be
     chemically castrated! I must hurry and find a way to escape from here.
   
      "Come along Connie" Nancy said as she freed his feet from the
     stirrups. "It is time for some lessons in female deportment."
   
      Conrad got off the examination table and shuddered as he looked
     around the room seeing all the strange stainless steel chairs and
     operating tables, and the cabinets filled with shiny instruments.
     A deep chill had settled in Conrad as the full realization that they
     planned to use all of this equipment on him. As he followed Nancy out
     of the room he was almost shivering with fear. Now as he walked with
     the hip swinging gait required by the high heels he imagined he could
     feel the hormones spreading outward from the injection sites flowing
     throughout his body and into his brain. The Doctor had said they would
     control his brain cells and he would like what they were doing to him.
     A sense of total urgency seized Conrad causing an adrenaline high so
     severe it seemed that everything was moving in slow motion compared to
     his thoughts.
   
      Nancy led him into a large sitting room where he saw several
     unfamiliar females dressed similar to himself. Perfect for a morning
     tea in the Summer.
   
      "Come sit here with us Connie"
   
      Conrad, his mind still preoccupied with the things the Doctor had
     said, plopped down in the nearest chair as he always did.
   
      "Stand Up!" The same woman screamed at him.
   
      Startled by the sudden change in her voice and demeanor, he
     jumped to his feet. He was so startled he forgot he was wearing high
     heels and wobbled unsteadily for several moments.    
   
      "Ladies do not fall onto the furniture like crude male animals!
     You must place your hands behind you and tuck your skirt under and
     gracefully lower yourself into the chair." She instructed in the same
     soft tones as her original statement.
   
      Conrad terrified that he might make her angry and be reported to
     Madame tried to do as she said.
   
      "Do it again Connie, try to think gracefully!
   
      Again Conrad tried her method more slowly and smoothly.
   
      "Again Connie!
   
      And again he tried, more slowly and smoothly.
   
      "Much better, but this time smile and maintain eye contact with
     me as you sit.!
   
      Jerry forced what he hoped was a smile, and stared at her cold
     eyes as he smoothly held the folds of his skirt and gracefully lowered
     his body into the chair.
   
      "Well the smile could stand some improvement, but that was much
     better. Now spread the folds of your skirt evenly, and place your feet
     like I have mine and bring your knees together."
   
      Copying the position of her feet he moved his right foot slightly
     backward and turned the toes of his pumps ever so slightly outward,
     surprised that the motion seemed to bring his knees together
     naturally. He noticed she was sitting forward in the chair so he also
     imitated her posture and found that he gained some relief from the
     corset in this position.
   
      "That is much better, I am Bridget and I will be your coach on
     how to move, walk, gesture, posture and social graces. Please pay
     attention when I speak to you and do not speak until spoken to."
     Bridget said.
   
   
      "Now Connie, try to rise just as gracefully and walk to the far
     wall. Look at your self in the mirrors and try to make each step as
     graceful as possible."
   
      Conrad rose and began to walk as he had been directed. He was
     still very nervous and upset by what the Doctor had said and was not
     concentrating on his instructions.
   
      "That is not graceful! You are not a prostitute dragging for
     business! Take smaller steps and concentrate on smoothing out your
     motions." Bridget admonished him.
   
      Back and forth Conrad walked, trying his best to follow her
     instructions. The instructions and walking seemed to be endless and
     Conrad's feet, not used to high heels were really hurting. Suddenly he
     was startled by a blood curdling scream from down the hall. He stopped
     in the middle of the room frozen in place by the sound. He thought,
     but wasn't sure that he could hear sobbing, the sound level was much
     lower now.
   
      "You may continue Connie, no need to pay any attention to what
     you heard. One of the other men Madame has accepted for training was
     just being punished for misbehaving. I am sure she will be a perfect
     lady from now on." Bridget said smiling, her smile was accompanied by
     muted laughter from the other women.
   
      What kind of punishment could have caused such a horrible scream?
     Madame had warned him about trying to escape, and said she would
     punish him so severely he would never forget it if he tried again.
     Damn these women were dangerous. However, motivated by what the Doctor
     had said to him about the hormones chemically castrating him Conrad
     still planned to escape at the earliest opportunity. Finally Bridget
     announced that today's lesson was at an end and another of the women
     announced it was time for his dancing lessons.
   
      The group of ladies left the room and a rather severe looking
     older woman entered shortly after ward. She brought with her a pair of
     white ballet slippers which she instructed Conrad to put on. He
     managed with the greatest of difficulty, finding it extremely
     difficult to reach his feet because of the restriction of the corset.
     For the next hour Conrad was required to assume the many positions of
     the ballet as instructed by Ms. Hartz. He held on to the bar and
     stretched until he thought he would be torn apart. His calves and toes
     ached terribly when he was finally allowed to stop.
   
      Betty arrived shortly after he had changed shoes and informed him
     it was time for a massage to loosen him up after his exercises. Again
     Conrad had to assume that peculiar hip swinging gait to walk with the
     high heels. This time it was agony! His legs felt rubbery and ached
     terribly. Betty led him to another room in the mansion's first floor
     that had been completely redesigned. This one was also rather scary.
     It had a strange looking stainless steel chair with a hole in the seat
     mounted over a large a china bowl. The whole room had been redone with
     ceramic tiles on the floor and walls. Several hoses and tube like
     devices were mounted on the walls. Across the room was a padded bench
     with stout straps at places to fasten arms and legs. Conrad had a very
     bad feeling about this room.  
   
      "Lets get all of Connie's clothes off Betty so we can get
     started." Nancy said. Nancy had been waiting for them when Conrad and
     Betty arrived. Conrad noticed that Nancy had a large rubber apron over
     her uniform, and hoped it only meant that she was giving the massage.
     Betty assisted Conrad in the removal of all of the clothing and
     carefully hung each item up. She even removed the crushing corset and
     those horrible panties that were keeping his testicles up inside him.
     Nancy put on a pair of latex gloves and removed the metal penile
     restraint. The relief of having all of the restraints removed
     brightened Conrad's mood so much that he even thought that the massage
     might be a good idea.
   
      "First we must get you ready for the massage, so come sit in the
     chair please." Nancy said.
   
      Conrad padded barefooted across the tile floor, the muscles in
     his calves cramping with each step. He had been on the high heels and
     then on his toes all morning and his calf muscles complained at being
     stretched out again. Conrad sat down as instructed and Nancy started
     buckling straps around his wrists, knees  and ankles.
   
      "Hey!, what are those for? Conrad cried in alarm.
   
      "Well we wouldn't want you to fall out of the chair Connie."
     Nancy replied as she completed buckling straps around his thighs
     and chest.
   
      Suddenly the chair began to tilt forward and Conrad found himself
     facing the floor. His body supported only by the straps. In this
     position he could see nothing but the tiles in front of his face.
     However he could hear the two women moving around opening and closing
     drawers and dragging a hose across the floor. Now he felt something
     cool and slimy at his rectum!
   
      "What are you doing!" Conrad cried out fearfully.
   
      Betty laughed and said  "I am giving you a grease job, and then
     Nancy will give you the wash job."
   
      Conrad felt an object slide in for three or four inches and then
     as Betty pulled it back out it deposited a heavy greasy coating.
     Almost immediately he felt a larger object being inserted. The greasy
     substance had a deadening effect and Conrad felt no pain until the
     object was stopped and then began to swell. Suddenly he felt a warm
     liquid entering his bowels. Oh no, an enema, Conrad had always hated
     enemas as a child. His mother had given him one every Saturday night
     until he was fifteen years old, when he had lied to her and convinced
     her he would do it himself. Of course all he would do would fill the
     bag and empty it in the commode, but if she checked she would find the
     bag had been used. Oh the fluid is still flowing in, how much are they
     going to use?
   
      "Nancy, that is enough, I can't hold any more! Conrad said
     urgently.
   
      "Of course you can Connie, just take shallow breaths and relax
     your stomach muscles, only one more quart to go." she replied.
   
      Conrad couldn't believe it his stomach was so distended that in
     that hanging position he looked like a very pregnant woman! The flow
     had stopped and he felt the chair being raised back to an upright
     position. Oh my he still looked like he was pregnant. Betty rubbed his
     huge stomach and asked-----
   
      "Do you like looking pregnant Connie? You know every girl wants
     to be pregnant. I'm sure Madame would have the Doctor make you
     pregnant if you want."
   
      "What!, are you crazy! No I don't want to be pregnant. and I'm
     not a girl!" Conrad replied angrily.
   
      "Well not yet you aren't, but maybe much sooner than you think
     Connie." Betty said.
   
      Conrad could see Nancy reach under the chair and release
     something to make the object in his anus shrink, then she quickly
     pulled it out. AAAAh, the release of the fluid was a pleasant relief,
     although the odor was  anything but pleasant. It seemed a very long
     time before it was all finally out. When Conrad began to feel as if
     everything was almost normal again he suddenly felt the chair rising
     straight up! Nancy was holding a slender and flexible tube about five
     feet long in her hands when she said ------
   
      "Greased and washed, now it is time to rinse"
   
      Nancy slowly began sliding the slender tube in his anus, stopping
     for a moment when Conrad would grunt as the tube met a curve in his
     intestines. Then the pushing would began again. Conrad was sure it was
     about to come out his mouth when Nancy finally reached the end of the
     tube. Conrad was gasping and sweating all over from the pain of this
     device when he felt a flow of liquid start again!
   
      "The little spray head will rinse everything out as I retract the
     tube and then you will be sparkling clean Connie" Nancy laughed.
   
      Finally the ordeal with the spray wash was over and when Conrad
     had stopped cramping, he was freed from the chair and his bottom
     thoroughly washed by Betty to clean up any remaining splatter and
     lubricant.
   
      "Now lets go get you on the table Connie so you can get a
     thorough massage." Nancy laughed.
   
      Conrad was told to lay face down on the table and as soon as he
     had complied the massage began. Conrad had never had a massage before
     so he did not know what to expect. For the next thirty minutes every
     muscle on the backside of his body was mashed, rubbed, moved, and
     pummeled. Conrad felt like all of his muscles had turned to water.
     Then they rolled him over and began the same process on the front
     side, well the same except when they had finished the massage Betty
     and Nancy each held an electric breast pump on his chest. At the
     beginning the sucking of his nipples actually felt good, however as
     they continued to hold the breast pumps there for a long time his
     nipples became quite swollen and painful. His pleading for them to
     please stop was to no avail. Finally Betty looked at her watch and
     told Nancy he had been pumped long enough.
   
         
          Betty and Nancy helped Conrad to stand up from the table,
          and rubbed some cream on and around his tortured nipples. When it
          looked like he was strong enough, Nancy ordered him to bend over
          and grasp his ankles. Conrad obeyed her instructions and was
          rewarded with having a large tampon inserted into his already
          over used rectum. Standing back up Conrad found the tampon to be
          quite uncomfortable, but after a few steps as he was led to
          another lacing trapeze it seemed to settle in place and the
          discomfort faded to just a feeling of fullness. The whole
          dressing routine was repeated again, only now when they had
          finished lacing him in his corset his poor inflamed nipples
          pushed out over the top of the half cups and were being irritated
          and stimulated by every movement of the his dress across them.
         
          When they had completed dressing Conrad again he was led
          back to the dining room for lunch. This time there was another
          person at the table. Conrad wasn't sure for a while until Madame
          spoke to him whether this new person was a man in the same
          situation or not. The person seated stiffly in the chair with
          arms secured in a folded position under what appeared to be
          large breasts. She seemed to be wearing some type of low neck
          straight jacket. Conrad also noticed this persons legs were
          encased in the white kid sheath with the exaggerated arch in the
          foot as he had been. When Conrad had rounded the table and was
          being seated in the chair directly across from this person
          he was shocked to see the mouth covered with a rubber gag. Tears
          were streaming down the face of this person and she /he was
          quietly sobbing and twitching in the bonds that held him/her in
          place. This person was dressed like Conrad except in yellow and
          had yellow ribbons in the long braid of dark brunette hair.
         
          " You haven't met Carlene yet have you Connie. Don't be too
          disturbed by her sobs, he has disobeyed my instructions, and
          worse tried to escape during the night. However since our
          discipline session this morning "she" has had a change of
          attitude. Haven't you Carlene?" Madame said looking fiercely at
          the gagged and helpless creature. Although unable to speak,
          immediate affirmative nods followed by deeper sobs and twitches
          was the reply to Madame's inquiry.
         
          " In fact I expect that when "she" has been able to regain
          her composure she will be more than happy to tell me how much she
          appreciates how my training is going to make her into a lovely
          woman. Perhaps seeing Carlene after her punishment will encourage
          you not to make the same mistake she did. You see we are going to
          be doing a number of things to your body in the days to come that
          will change you into a perfect female companion for my daughter.
          As in Carlene's case, poor behavior on your part could result in
          some rather painful surgery, if you don't relish that thought you
          should be very careful. So let this be a warning to you I can
          punish you so severely that you will never forget it!"
         
          With those chilling words Madame smiled and told everyone to
          begin eating. Conrad was very hungry, but he could scarcely eat
          his salad and Jello for looking at that poor creature across the
          table. That is who let out that terrible scream this morning,
          something seems to had a very powerful effect on his emotions. I
          have never seen anyone sob and twitch like that! While he is
          sobbing and twitching, he is trembling all over as well. Whatever
          they did to him must have been horrible! Conrad finally was able
          to stop looking at that pitiful sight only because he was
          beginning to feel a cold clutch of fear himself. As soon as he
          had finished the black coffee and cigarette Nancy and Betty
          escorted him out of the dining room. This time he was led to a
          small room that had been a storage area. Now there was a single
          chair facing a large curved television screen. He was taken to
          the chair and strapped in place so that he had to look at the
          screen. Betty and Nancy left the room in the dark and in the
          moment before a program came on the screen Conrad remembered the
          poor creature at the dining table and vowed to escape as soon as
          possible. A wheel with concentric circles began to spin on the
          screen and Conrad was unable to remember any part of the program
          after he awoke some three hours later. It was just as well that
          he couldn't remember what had been subliminally implanted into
          his subconscious mind.
         
          The program started off with a video of a beautiful naked woman
          and the words ----
         
          "Why you should desire to attain the perfection of the
          female body form for yourself."
         
          "In all of nature there is no more beautiful sight than that
          of the female body. Perfectly designed and lovely above all other
          forms in nature, the female form is to be greatly desired. Viewed
          as a whole, the form and symmetry is most pleasant even across
          all of the possible variations in size and conformation.
          Beginning at the lowest part, the gracefully arched foot,
          enhanced by the wearing of high heels, is at once both elegant
          and exciting to view. Although you may not have been blessed with
          the smallest or prettiest feet, the Doctor can mold your feet to
          the desirable form allowing you to have lovely feminine feet."
         
          (The narration seemed to continue without interruption while a
          subliminal message flashed across the screen. Much too fast for
          the conscious mind to recognize it, even if not fully
          hypnotized.)
                     "Ask to have your feet trained today!"
         
          "A well turned ankle graced with sheer hose presents a
          lovely promise of a smooth calf and thigh. Well fleshed and toned
          legs are very desirable. Madame will provide you with exercise
          and nutrition to insure the development of well formed and
          smoothly fleshed legs. The classic female form exhibits smoothly
          fleshed and well rounded hips and buttocks. Imagine having such
          lovely hips and well fleshed buttocks, visualize the smooth fit
          of delicate lace panties, the caress of a fitted skirt when you
          have obtained this wonderful shape. What a lovely sight you will
          be. Ask Madame to help you obtain this ideal figure by requesting
          the female hormones you need."
         
               "Ask for the strongest possible doses today!"
         
          "A small waist is the perfect compliment to the lovely hips
          you want so much to have. A small waist is easy to obtain by
          wearing the proper foundation garments. Madame will be happy to
          provide you with custom fitted corsets so you may have a small
          waist. The more severe the lacing the more beautiful your waist
          will be."
         
              "Ask to be laced as tightly as possible today!"
         
          "The female breast is a work of art, only in the human being
          does the breast achieve such beauty. Large, full, smoothly
          rounded breasts are the hallmark of a truly feminine woman.
          Large, full breasts, with large sensitive nipples are a source of
          feminine delight, providing great pleasure to the person who is
          fortunate to obtain them. Madame can help you obtain this most
          desirable feminine asset. Be sure to tell Madame how much you
          desire to have large beautiful breasts."
         
               "Tell Madame you want large breasts now!"
         
          The woman in the video removed her hands from her breasts
          and placed them at her sides while turning to a full frontal
          view. The narration continued---------
         
          "Most important of all is the female genitalia, no ugly and
          uncomfortable protuberances to mar the vision. The smooth frontal
          appearance allows the proper fit of delicate lace panties. When
          your ugly scrotum and penis have been removed you won't be
          bothered with the necessity to constantly arrange them for
          comfort and appearance. The female genitalia provide a source of
          extreme pleasure. Unlike male organs, multiple and longer orgasms
          may be experienced. Female orgasms are much more pleasant than
          anything than a male can experience, and the absence of that
          nasty sticky fluid makes continued enjoyment much cleaner and
          more pleasant. Madame can assist you with your problem. Tell
          Madame that you want your penis and testicles removed as soon as
          possible. You must ask now if you are to obtain the ultimate in
          feminine beauty and pleasure."
         
           "Ask to be castrated now, you cannot stand to wait any longer"
         
          The whirling concentric circle appeared again, and the
          subliminal messages throbbed brilliantly in fluorescent pink.
         
                      "Ask to have your feet trained today!"
         
             "Ask for the strongest possible doses today!"
         
            "Ask to be laced as tightly as possible today!"
         
              "Tell Madame you want large breasts now!"
         
           "Ask to be castrated now, you cannot stand to wait any longer"
         
          You will awake refreshed and feeling very happy. You will
          desire everything you have seen and heard, you must request
          everything you have seen and heard to be happy, you will awake on
          the count of 1,--------5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Awake.
         
          Conrad was awakened by the two handlers un-strapping him
          from the chair and then he was led back to his new room.
          Betty disrobed him except for the corset and nylons, gave him
          another flowing lavender nylon tricot and lace gown and matching
          high heeled mules to wear. Conrad was allowed to use the commode
          and he was able to manage the seated position without soiling his
          gown this time.
         
          "Now it is time for your nap, I will wake you when it is
          time to get dressed for dinner."  Betty said as she placed a head
          set over his ears.
         
          Some very pleasant music unlike anything Conrad had ever
          heard before began to play and then he heard "You are very tired.
          you will sleep now, when you awaken you will have no conscious
          memory of what you have heard. As he succumbed to the hypnotic
          words the music faded into the background and a voice began "Why
          you should desire -------"
         
          Conrad finally awoke after much gentle shaking, thinking he
          had just dozed off. But he felt rested and refreshed, that is
          until he tried to move. Then every muscle that had been pushed
          and pounded during the massage cried out to him, he was sore all
          over. When he finally got raised up the gown slipped across his
          nipples bringing a very intense yet not uncomfortable feeling in
          the puffy tips. Conrad was allowed to make his way to the commode
          and here he repeated the ritual of raising the gown carefully out
          of the way before sitting. He had been moving very carefully in
          deference to his distinctly sore muscles. When he finished Nancy
          removed all of his clothing except the tight panty that kept his
          testicles shoved up in his body.
         
          " Go lie face up on the bed Connie." Nancy said.
         
          As soon as he had complied Nancy and Betty, one on each side
          of the bed, produced the breast pumps again and began the
          previous ritual of pumping his male breasts. Conrad was somewhat
          shocked to see how large his nipples were already becoming.
          The sensations he was receiving were quite pleasant when they
          started, so pleasant as to cause his sheathed penis to try to
          erect, which of course caused a sharp pain as soon as it began to
          rise. However he was soon begging them to quit as the pumping had
          become painful after a few minutes. His nipples were now swollen
          even larger than the first time and were glowing a pinkish hue
          from the blood engorging the tissues. Nancy rubbed the cream on
          them again although he could not fathom why as it did nothing to
          ease the irritation.
         
          Conrad was taken to the bath where Nancy removed the sheath
          and then the tight panties while Betty prepared a luxurious
          bubble bath for Conrad. Nancy told Conrad how to remove the
          tampon and they both watched as he performed that humiliating
          task. While he was soaking away his aches and pains Nancy used a
          very pleasant cream to remove the makeup that had Suzanne had put
          on that morning. Conrad could not help but relax in the wonderful
          warm water while Nancy gently smoothed away his tension with a
          facial massage. All too soon Betty instructed him to stand up and
          get out of the tub. After a careful drying and powdering of his
          body that hateful sheath was brought out again while Conrad stood
          meekly waiting to have the symbol of his masculinity rendered
          useless and totally under the control of these women. During the
          relaxing soak, his testicles had descended back to their normal
          position. Betty of course again forced them up into his abdomen,
          however this time it was not as painful. Then Conrad was required
          to insert a new tampon with the aid of Nancy's instructions.
          Conrad was becoming numbed to these humiliating procedures and
          although he resented this treatment it somehow did not seem as
          bad as it had earlier. Of course Conrad had no conscious memory
          of the indoctrination that had been force fed into his mind under
          hypnosis, or how it and the injections of hormones were already
          beginning to reshape his thinking processes. The tight panties
          were followed by a fresh corset, sheer neutral hose and black
          three inch heels, whereupon he was led once again to the vanity
          to be ministered to by Suzanne. He had somehow been able to adapt
          to his humiliating treatment at the hands of Betty and Nancy, but
          the presence of the smirking Suzanne observing his humiliation he
          could not readily accept. He blushed deeply with shame as he sat
          at the vanity meekly awaiting the feminizing makeup and
          hairstyling at the hands of this woman he had attempted to
          seduce. Of course the fact that she was the instrument used by
          Allyson to trap him in his unfaithful ways is doubly humiliating.
         
          "Well your complexion is much better this evening Connie. I
          will be able to do a much better makeup job now. I'm sure Allyson
          will be delighted with the progress you have made today."------
         
          Suzanne continued her ceaseless chatter as she applied full
          makeup to Conrad. Base, blush, eye shadow, eyeliner, heavy
          mascara, eyebrow pencil lip color and gloss. Finishing the makeup
          Suzanne took Conrad's braid down and began combing fluffing and
          arranging his hair with liberal applications of hair spray.
          During this time Conrad had been seated facing the room as
          Suzanne had directed and had not been able to see the
          transformation that was occurring. Perhaps it would have been
          better if he could have seen it as it occurred for he was soon in
          for a disturbing surprise. Nancy held a full skirted, fitted
          bodice, sleeveless black dress out for Conrad to step in. With
          some arranging and straightening it was soon zipped up the back
          and Conrad was turned to face the full length mirror.
         
          "Oh my" "Oh my" Conrad stuttered as he came face to face
          with his transformed appearance. His hair that had been twist
          braided wet now looked as if it had been given a spiral perm, and
          was fluffed out to look like a permed bob. The make up was
          absolutely incredible! He could no longer see the slightest trace
          of Conrad in his reflection. He was staring at a very stylish
          young woman in the mirror. As he continued to stare at what they
          had made of him Nancy placed a jeweled pendant around his neck,
          causing him to look at it as it rested between his mounds of
          feminine flesh. Mounds of feminine flesh! Then he remembered the
          pads in the bottom of the cups in the corset and how Betty had
          pulled on his tender flesh to arrange it in the cups. It was just
          an illusion, but a very realistic illusion! They had done all
          this in just one day! Conrad was torn between the attraction of
          the reflection he was viewing and the horror of it. He was
          beautiful, and it was exciting him to see himself so pretty. He
          could feel the material of the corset cups on his tender nipples
          with every breath and the sensation seemed to be sending a little
          tingling charge through him. He could not turn away from the
          mirror, the little tingles from his nipples were causing his
          penis to swell against the tight sheath bringing what now was
          becoming the most exquisite form of pain. Finally reason began to
          creep into his thinking and he forced himself to turn away from
          the mirror. They were succeeding in their mission, causing him
          extreme humiliation and pain and he was beginning to like it.  If
          they could do all this in one day, there was no time to waste, he
          must escape soon.
         
          " Well I see you are enjoying your new found beauty, Madame
          will be delighted to hear of your progress. But now we must hurry
          along to dinner." Nancy said.
         
          Nancy placed a bracelet on his left wrist that matched the
          pendant around his neck, and then replaced his earrings with one
          that matched the pendant and bracelet. They all had the same
          unusual design, it looked something like the male symbol and
          female symbol combined. Actually it was the female symbol with an
          arrow angling upward from the circle. Conrad's attention was soon
          drawn away from the study of his jewelry. With each step in the
          heels his nipples bounced ever so slightly in the padded corset
          cups causing the little tingles to shoot directly to his groin
          area. Of course this was compounding the problem caused by the
          delicious friction of his stockinged thighs rubbing against the
          head of his penis that was trapped between his legs. In only a
          few steps he was in agony as his penis began to swell in the
          fitted sleeve. Some how the tingle from his nipples made the pain
          desirable and his thoughts again were drawn to how they were
          causing him this pain and yet he seemed to want it. As they
          descended the stairs Conrad took several hard steps downward
          purposefully and was rewarded with such tingling and exquisite
          pain in his penis he shuddered with this perverted pleasure.
          Betty's comment shocked him back to reality.
         
          "Look Nancy, Connie is bouncing his little tits on purpose.
          He has already started to enjoy what we are doing to him. It
          won't take anytime to get this one finished. He will be begging
          to be a woman very soon."
         
          Begging to be a woman, of course that is what they are going
          to try to get me to do! The doctor said the hormones would soon
          control my mind! I must get out of here right away. Conrad
          steeled himself against the pleasurable sensations, but he was
          only partially successful. When they arrived at the dining room
          he was still in a state of nervous tension. Nancy led him to a
          different position this evening, he was seated between Madame and
          his lovely wife Allyson. Seeing Allyson he was even further
          aroused, thinking to himself she is the most beautiful woman I
          have ever seen, how could I have been so stupid to get myself
          into this predicament.
         
          " Oh Connie, you look so good! Mother has really done
          wonders in just one day, I just love your hair like that. I know,
          just as soon as Mother thinks you are ready I can take you to the
          Salon and Suzanne can give you a permanent in front of all the
          ladies. Won't that be a kick! Then maybe we can go shopping, you
          know at Jennifer's Boutique, you remember Jennifer don't you
          Connie, you even came on to her at our wedding reception. She
          will just love to help you pick out some lovely things, to go
          with your new figure."
         
          Conrad could not control his surprise that Allyson knew
          about Jennifer! He had been so careful.
         
          "Too bad you didn't know I had a detective agency watching
          you twenty four hours a day from the day of our first date. Of
          course Jennifer was more than happy to tell all, didn't you
          wonder why she dropped you?  She was more than happy to cooperate
          when I asked her to come by the bank and discuss the terms of her
          loans. But there are so many places we can visit with your
          friends aren't there." Just as soon as you are ready we will make
          them all."
         
          Conrad could only sit quietly as Allyson tormented him, it
          was true he had treated her shamefully, but what she was doing to
          him was unthinkable. Now he knew for certain that she intended
          for her mother to make him into a woman, and he would have to
          face all of the girlfriends he had treated so badly in the past.
          How could he face them knowing that they would know what Allyson
          had done to him.
         
          "Well Connie is progressing very well, but I am afraid it
          will be some months until she is ready for the public. I think it
          would be best if you wait until we have completed all of the
          surgery and she has had time to recover fully. I'm sure some of
          the ladies will want to see the results of the surgery, that
          would be most fitting, don't you think?" Madame explained.
         
          "Of course Mother, you are absolutely right. I'm certain
          Connie will be delighted to show them what has happened to his
          famous instrument."
         
          AAAGH, not only would they know, Allyson was going to make
          him show them all how she has had me mutilated. What ever it
          takes I must escape right away. Finally Allyson and Madame turned
          the conversation away from Conrad and he busied himself with the
          green salad and dry baked fish. Apparently they intended to
          starve him also. When he had recovered some what from the
          embarrassment he had suffered at their conversation he finally
          raised his eyes and mustered enough courage to look around the
          table. Allyson was the only additional person since lunch. He
          noticed the boy/girl that had been trussed up at lunch was now
          seated at the table bound as before. She was just siiting there
          with a far away look in her eyes. Conrad noticed that her
          formerly braided hair had also been arranged like his was. Conrad
          could not help but stare a the person that had been so distraught
          just hours ago and yet now appeared so calm. Just then Conrad
          noticed the pendant around his/her neck was similar to the one he
          was wearing. A closer look revealed a slight difference, where
          his had an arrow pointing out of the circle atop the cross, hers
          only had a shaft without the arrowhead.
         
          "Well Connie, I would like to have a conversation with you
          in private, please follow me." Allyson said.
         
          Allyson led him to the room that used to be his play room
           where he watched the porno flicks while she was at work. As soon
          as he entered the room he saw his chance when Allyson closed the
          heavy wooden door behind them.
         
          "Connie I wanted to talk to you-------"
         
          Conrad cut her off in mid-sentence as he swung around and
          clipped her with a carefully aimed chop to the side of her neck.
          He didn't want to mar that beautiful face, just put her out long
          enough to get away. He had noticed when she got up to bring him
          here that she had her purse with her and surmised she had come
          straight from the bank to the dining room. Conrad gently lowered
          the unconscious Allyson to the carpet and then grabbing her purse
          he bolted through the double french doors into the garden.
          Running as fast as he could in the high heels he circled the back
          of the house toward the driveway to get her car and make his
          getaway. When he opened the car door he realized he had been
          trapped, seated on the passenger side was Betty with her stun gun
          the last thing Conrad heard before the terrible pain and the
          blackness overcame him was Madame's chilling voice -----
         
          "Now I have all the reason I need to punish you properly!"

          Conrad woke to a blinding light shining in his face, he
          closed his eyes immediately and then cracked them open. His first
          sight was of the Doctor wearing a white gown with an operating
          mask hooked under her chin. Behind her Allyson and Madame were
          standing. Becoming more aware of his surroundings he realized he
          was naked and strapped into one of the metal chairs in the
          operating room! Even his head was fastened in a cradle so he
          could not even turn his head but must look between his legs that
          were strapped into an elevated and spread apart position.
         
          "Well I see Connie is coming around now, good now we can
          begin in a moment. Allyson said.
         
          "You are certainly predictable Connie, our plan was for you
          to see the French doors knowing you would try to escape. You took
          the bait perfectly, however I had no idea you would hit me, my
          neck is very sore this morning. You should not have done that
          Connie. I was going to insist that Mother provide you with
          anesthetic and pain killers when the necessary surgeries were
          being performed, but now a little pain is what you deserve. You
          have not accepted my plans for you and have been resisting the
          program. So this morning the Doctor is going to remove the source
          of your resistance and when she has finished there will no longer
          be any reason to resist. It is going to be a pleasure to watch."
          Allyson continued.
         
          Madame moved forward and said " I warned you about your
          behavior Connie, but you have chosen to disobey by trying to
          escape. The punishment for trying to escape is the removal of one
          testicle, I delayed your first punishment because I was sure you
          would try again. The Doctor is now going to remove both of your
          testicles. I am sure this will provide the proper attitude
          adjustment and you will conform to my program much sooner. With
          out the source of your male hormones, the female hormones you are
          being injected with will be able to take over your mind and body
          much sooner."
         
          "No, No! You can't do this, please let me go I will go far
          away and you will never be bothered by me again. Please Allyson,
          please!" Conrad begged.
         
          " I'm afraid that is not possible Connie, I want you to
          become what you have always treated so contemptuously, a woman!
          Think of this little operation as the first step of many you will
          undergo until you become a perfect female specimen for me to
          display to all of the women you have abused!" Allyson replied.
         
          The Doctor moved in between Conrad's legs and caused the
          chair to rotate backwards while at the same time curving his head
          and shoulders forward. Now he was staring at his groin area. His
          sheathed penis had been taped up against his lower abdomen giving
          an un-obstructed view of his scrotum that had been painted with
          some sort of orange colored stuff. A nurse stepped up beside the
          doctor and held a stainless steel bowl under his scrotum as the
          Doctor pulled the tip of his scrotum out an made a long slit down
          the middle of his scrotum from end to end, completely splitting
          it
         
          "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Stop, Stop, Stop, Oh Please stop." Conrad
          screamed.
         
          Moving rapidly the Doctor reached into the bloody slit and
          pulled a testicle out exposing the cord. Sliding a White's
          emasculator as far up the cord toward Conrad's body as it would
          go, the Doctor closed the jaws around the cord slowly. The
          emasculator first crushed the cord, effectively cutting off the
          blood supply, and then with just a slight additional squeeze on
          the handles she cut through the cord. His testicle flopped into
          the bloody bowl with a muted thud.
         
          "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh, IIIIIIIIIIYEEEEEEEEEE, OOOOOOOOOOOOH,
          OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh,OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh." Conrad continued to
scream
          as he was forced to watch the Doctor castrate him.
         
          The Doctor repeated the procedure on the remaining testicle
          and then she allowed the nurse to inject Novacaine into  Conrad's
          split sack as she cauterized the edges of his scrotum and rolled
          each half of the skin in on itself, stitching it in place to
          create a realistic looking outer vaginal lip.  
         
          "OOOOOh, OOOOOh, OOOOOOh" Conrad had lapsed into continuous
          sobbing and crying. The Novacaine served to deaden the skin and
          alleviate some of the physical pain, but had no effect on the
          mental anguish Conrad was suffering. Having to watch himself
          being forcibly castrated against his will had a profound effect
          on Conrad's mind. Which of course was a result Madame had
          purposely planned. As the Doctor continued to reshape the skin of
          his scrotum into a feminine appearance, Conrad began to twitch
          and shudder visibly with each labored sob. A shot of Valium soon
          stopped the twitching and sobbing.
         
          Conrad lay in a stupor as if not conscious of his
          surroundings while the Doctor re-configured the chair after
          applying special bandages to his newly constructed Labia Majora
          so they would heal in the proper shape. His arms were pulled out
          to the side and up alongside his head and the doctor began
          injecting Novacaine in his pectoral muscles and armpits. Unknown
          to Conrad who had totally withdrawn from his surroundings as he
          grieved over his loss, Allyson and Madame had left the room as
          the Doctor continued her work. While the Novacaine took effect
          she removed the metal sleeve from his penis and inserted a
          catheter, connecting it to a bag at the side of the chair.
         
          Moving quickly and professionally from much practice in this
          procedure, the Doctor opened a thin slit in Conrad's armpit and
          with a special tool inserted a large silicone bag under his
          nipple and over his pectoral muscle. She smoothly stitched the
          opening except for an area in which she had placed two tubes. One
          for drainage and the other connected to the silicone bag,
          provided for filling the bag with a gel solution. When both bags
          were in place and stitched up properly, she took a large syringe
          fulled with the special gel and inserting it in the seal at the
          end of the special tube began filling one of the bags. While the
          Doctor slowly injected the gel, the Nurse held an open cage in
          the shape of a breast over each site. Various measurement
          markings were on the cage allowing the Doctor to inject a precise
          amount into each bag.
         

          When she had enlarged Conrad's chest to a perfect pair of
          almost A cups she began to apply the bandages to his underarm
          area. This was followed by repeated applications of a lubricating
          and skin softening cream to his new breasts. They then freed
          Conrad's arms and upper body and while he was in a sitting
          position placed some specially molded cup forms over the newly
          constructed breasts to hold the proper shape while the flesh
          stretched and assumed its new shape. Conrad was then placed into
          the special garment that held his arms crossed under his new
          breasts and only allowed breathing movement in his upper body.
         
          Conrad did not feel any pain in his chest and after the
          Valium shot was no longer concerned about anything they were
          doing. He did rouse enough to notice the weight on his chest, but
          he did not consider that as a cause for alarm. Betty and Nancy
          took over from the doctor and Nurse and placed a short corset
          with garters, sheer hose and a lovely pair of nylon panties with
          lace on Conrad. This was followed by the kid leather leg binders
          with the exaggerated arch in the foot. A full skirt completed the
          outfit, Conrad's upper torso and arms being completely covered by
          the low cut straight jacket.  The nurse opened a flap on the
          glove section of the jacket and inserted an I.V. into Conrad's
          hand. Betty and Nancy then lifted Conrad into a wheelchair and
          the Nurse attached a tube from a bag of liquid to his I.V. lock.
          With the bag fastened to the special hook on the wheelchair
          Conrad was wheeled down the hall to the room where he was once
          again shown the videotape.
         
          Conrad now entered a period where the I.V. was used to
          provide liquids, nourishment, tranquilizers and certain mood
          altering drugs. Twice a day either Betty or Nancy would
          administer a high protein liquid nutrition drink required for
          body maintenance through a feeding tube that been placed down his
          throat. Although Conrad was actually conscious he was not
          cognizant of what was happening. His daily routine consisted of
          two sessions with the video tape, daily removal of the bondage
          devices and a sponge bath along with changing the bandages on his
          newly formed vaginal lips and breasts. His breasts had the skin
          softening lotion gently applied daily to facilitate the
          stretching of the chest skin to accommodate the additional gel
          solution the Doctor injected every other day. The use of the
          breast pumps at the same time had resulted in the enlargement of
          his nipples and an increase in the size of the aureole to that of
          a normal female appearance. The daily stimulation in conjunction
          with the female hormones to which the Doctor had now added
          prolactin were causing his milk producing tissues to develop. By
          the end of the first week the Doctor had achieved the desired
          size of the implant, having enlarged his breasts to a B cup, and
          after sealing the implants removed the tubes. Enlarging them to
          this size so early in their development could result in a very
          large size if the pumping and prolactin were continued, but this
          gave an option to continue the growth if Allyson wanted him to be
          humiliated even more. Conrad was wheeled to the table for each
          meal but in the drug induced state he had no idea where he was
          and only sat there and stared into a distant dream world.
         
         
          The final stitches in his breasts were removed on a Friday
          and the upper torso binding jacket, and the I.V. was dispensed
          with. The stitches in what was formerly his scrotum had been out
          for several days. A more normal routine was resumed with Conrad
          now being dressed in a corset with special support cups that only
          covered the lower third of his new breasts. The cups were firm
          yet soft for comfort and only provided support with out hindering
          continued growth. Nylon panties, always embellished with lace
          trim, sheer nylon hose, and either a dress of soft clingy
          material or a blouse of the same material to cause arousal in his
          growing nipples and a full skirt were his daily wear. The leg
          binders with the foot trainers were used day and night during
          this two week period, but were removed during the day Friday. It
          was Saturday afternoon before Conrad fully emerged from the
          drugged state and was again cognizant of his surroundings. Conrad
          had been coming in and out since morning but now was fully awake
          and aware. He was being wheeled back to his room from his
          afternoon session with the videotape program when he suddenly
          said -----
         
          "Why am I in a wheelchair?"
         
          Betty answered "You have been recovering from some minor
          surgery and are just now coming back around."
         
          The word surgery triggered his memory of what the Doctor had
          done, and hoping it was only a horrible nightmare he reached
          between his legs for confirmation that everything was all right.
          His exploring fingers found only a penis and some loose flesh!
          It wasn't a dream, ---- he had been castrated!
         
          "No need to check Connie, they are gone forever." Nancy said
          in a humorous manner.
         
          A low moan escaped from Conrad as the full realization of
          what had been done to him penetrated the deepest area of his
          soul. Conrad recognized then that he had experienced some
          difficulty reaching his groin, something about his chest
          restricted the movement of his arm. Focusing a little higher
          he now realized that under the dress were two very realistic
          looking breasts. Bringing his hand up his fears were confirmed
          when his fingers felt flesh and his flesh felt fingers!
         
          "How---When---?" Conrad moaned.
         
          "I'm sure that Miss Allyson and Madame will be glad to tell
          you all about them, but you will have to wait for dinner time. In
          the meantime we have much to do to get you prepared." Betty
          replied.
         
          Conrad was wheeled to his room where Betty and Nancy seated
          him on the bed and helped him disrobe. Conrad was very weak in
          the legs from the constant constrictive binding they had been in
          and his balance was a little unstable from the long period of
          being drugged. Conrad stared in disbelief at the breasts on his
          chest, they looked so real! Betty placed a pair of high heel
          slippers on his feet for the walk to the bath. Conrad did not
          realize it yet but he would not be walking anywhere again without
          high heels. His feet had settled into the exaggerated arch of the
          foot trainers and the only way he would be able to walk would be
          on his toes or with the aid of high heels.
         
            Betty removed his catheter and urine bag and then helped Conrad
          into the warm bubble bath that awaited Conrad. He was pleased for
          the opportunity to lay back in the tub. It was very disconcerting
          however to see his large nipples poking up through the bubbles.
          He could not help himself he had to check again and ran his hand
          across his stomach until he found his limp penis. Mustering up
          what courage he could he moved his hand lower feeling all around,
          he could find not a trace of what had been there. Only a groove
          with fleshy lips met his fingertips. Except for the absence of an
          opening Conrad knew what he felt was very familiar, having had
          his hands in that position on many women! This confirmation of
          his castration, brought back with terrible clarity the horrible
          experience of watching the Doctor calmly cut them off! Again he
          noticed the tips of his breasts and the tears began to flow
          uncontrollably down his cheeks as remembered how Allyson had said
          she was going to humiliate him.
         
          Seeing Conrad's emotional turmoil Nancy seized the
          opportunity and kneeling by the tub began to gently caress his
          large nipples. Conrad's depression began to dissipate rapidly as
          he began to feel some pleasant sensations. His nipples felt a
          little less sensitive than before, maybe a little numbness. But
          very good anyway.
         
            "Now you see Connie there are some rewards in being a girl,
          and that was just the beginning. Just a teaser to let you know
          how good it can be when the Doctor finishes with you."
          Nancy told Conrad. "Now stand up and shampoo your hair under the
          shower, we have to hurry. Suzanne is waiting to do your hair. You
          will be making a conscious return to the dinner table after an
          absence of two weeks. You will want to look your best for
          Allyson."
               
          Stepping out of the tub and into the high heeled slippers
          one foot at a time as Nancy dried them, Conrad stood gazing at
          his reflection in the steamy mirror. He had become fascinated
          with his new breasts. The strangest thought kept popping into his
          mind from out of nowhere. "Tell Madame you want large breasts
          now." They are very nice he thought, of course not as nice as
          Allyson's, but she had the most delicious and firmest D cups he
          had ever seen. Nancy powdered Conrad while he was admiring his
          new breasts but brought him back to reality when she took him by
          the hand to lead him into the bedroom. Betty was waiting with
          a lavender corset and Conrad automatically raised his arms for
          her to wrap it around his waist. Then the cuffs so he could be
          raised by the lacing bar. As Betty began to start the pull on the
          lacings another of those strange thoughts popped into his mind.
          "Ask to be laced as tightly as possible today." before he could
          even consider it the words blurted out ----
         
          "Please lace me as tightly as possible"
         
          "Of course Connie, I will love to." Nancy replied while
          bestowing a kiss on Conrad's cheek. "This is really going to help
          your figure, a smaller waist with your nice new breasts will be
          very pretty."
         
          "Yes, I hope I will look nice." Conrad answered.
         
           He felt good for asking to be laced tighter, and he really did
          hope he would look nice. But he wasn't sure why he wanted to have
          a good figure. Soon he was fully decked out with hose attached to
          his garters and Nancy had installed a large sanitary napkin in
          his lace trimmed panties. She tucked his penis in the groove and
          with the panties pulled up over the pad he had a smooth frontal
          appearance which again astounded Conrad because he was pleased to
          see it. A flowing lavender nylon tricot robe was added and Conrad
          was escorted down the hall, his wet hair still wrapped in a
          towel. Conrad was led into a room that had been converted into a
          complete beauty salon. Suzanne was already there and called to
          Conrad --------
         
          "Oh wow Connie, what a figure! You look so pretty with your
          new breasts, and your waist!  It is so much smaller today."
         
          Conrad flushed at Suzanne's greeting it was so humiliating
          to have her say such things because of their previous
          relationship. But inwardly he was, much to his consternation,
          pleased to hear that she thought his breasts and waist looked
          nice. Suzanne directed him to take a seat in the styling chair.
          A regular U-shaped styling bar had been installed complete with
          the angled side mirrors that allowed the person in the chair to
          see the front and sides. Suzanne removed the turban wrapped towel
          and sprayed Conrad's hair from a bottle labeled setting lotion.
         
          "Today is a special event so I am going to do your hair
          differently than you have ever had it done Connie." Suzanne said
          while combing the setting lotion through his hair. "What I'm
          going to do now is roll your hair up on these plastic rollers in
          a certain pattern, and then after it is dry I can brush and comb
          it into a lovely style. Your hair is nearly all one length, and
          to really do good it should be layered, but I will save that
          until it is longer. When Allyson is ready for you to make your
          debut I will cut it in layers and give you the perm in the salon
          that Allyson promised you. It will really look terrific then. For
          now we will just have to be satisfied with a variation of the
          bob. Or maybe I could put it up, this is an important occasion
          and Allyson does want you dressed up, so maybe an updo will be
          better."
         
          All the time that Suzanne was chattering away she was also
          rolling Conrad's hair up on the plastic rollers, and fastening
          them in place with little shiny metal clips. She started at the
          front placing a row of medium size gold magnetic rollers going
          back alng the top center of his head. Suzanne then switched to
          gray colored rollers placing three horizontalrows along each side
          and around the back of his head. These rollers brought her to a
          level with the top of his ears, here she switched to pink rollers
          placing one horizontally in front of each ear and rolling the
          rest of his hair in the back with the same pink rollers. Suzanne
          completed the set with a small yellow roller placed vertically in
          front of each ear. This being Conrad's first experience of having
          his hair set he was fascinated at how the rollers in his hair
          changed his appearance. He at first was apprehensive but as more
          and more rollers were placed he began to be pleased as Suzanne
          parted off each section of hair and wrapped it around the roller.
          He began to think the presence of the rollers framing his face
          made him pretty. Conrad was pleased and shamed by the thought of
          being pleased. He shouldn't be liking this but could not seem to
          keep  himself from enjoying the thought of being pretty. Somehow
          the fastening of each roller with the shiny clips seemed to
          increase his excitement.Suzanne placed a large net over the
          rollers and led Conrad to a chair under a hair dryer with a large
          pink hood. Placing the hood in position and starting the dryer
          Suzanne then swung a small video screen in front of him and he
          began to watch the familiar video.
          As intended Conrad was soon engrossed in the video. This version
          had been updated to reflect Conrad's current condition and to
          accelerate his desire to accept more changes.

          "The classic female form exhibits smoothly fleshed and well
          rounded hips and buttocks. Imagine having such lovely hips and a
          well rounded rear, visualize the smooth fit of delicate lace
          panties, the caress of a fitted skirt when you have obtained this
          wonderful shape. Large feminine breasts are important to complete
          the female image. Imagine large lovely breasts spilling over your
          bra cups, swelling with each breath. What a lovely sight you will
          be! Ask Madame to help you obtain this ideal figure by requesting
          the female hormones you need."
         
                    "Ask for the strongest possible doses today!"
         
          "A small waist is the perfect compliment to the lovely hips
          you want so much to have. A small waist is easy to obtain by
          wearing the proper foundation garments. You love how you look
          when tightly laced into your wonderful corset. The tight caress
          of your corset brings you a wonderful feeling of happiness. You
          want to be laced ever more tightly each day. The tighter the
          lacing the more beautiful your waist will be."
         
                   "Ask to laced as tightly as possible today."
         
          Most important of all is the female genitalia, no ugly and
          uncomfortable protuberances to mar the vision. The smooth frontal
          appearance allows the proper fit of delicate sheer panties. You
          are so happy Madame has removed your ugly testicles. They can no
          longer furnish those horrible male hormones that made you behave
          so badly. Now you can be pretty and not be concerned about them
          ruining your pretty panties with that horrid sticky fluid. When
          your ugly penis has been removed you won't be embarrassed by the
          ugly lump in your pretty panties. Tell madame you want your penis
          removed as soon as possible. You must ask her to make you a
          complete female if you are to obtain the ultimate in feminine
          beauty and pleasure."
         
                "Ask to have your penis removed now, you cannot wait to be
          a complete woman"
         
          The crowning glory of the female is her lovely hair, curled
          and styled properly it is a source of constant joy. It is so much
          fun to have your hair set and styled. When you have your hair set
          you will become very aroused, and receive orgasmic pleasure when
          your style is finished. To have the most beautiful hair you must
          have a permanent wave. The greatest joy for you will be to have
          your hair permed at the salon in front of Allyson and the women
          you have so despicably used. When your hair is permed you will
          have the greatest orgasm you have ever had. Ask to have your hair
          set daily. Ask Allyson to take you to the salon for a perm, you
          will be anxiously desiring for her to do so."
         
                "Ask Allyson to have your hair permed at the salon
          so all the ladies you have known can share in this wonderful
          experience with you."
         
                    "Ask for the strongest possible doses today!"
         
                     "Ask to laced as tightly as possible today."
         
                   "Ask to have your penis removed now, you cannot
                    wait to be a complete woman"

                "Ask Allyson to have your hair permed at the salon
          so all the ladies you have known can share in this wonderful
          experience with you."
         
          While Conrad was so deeply engrossed in the video, Suzanne
          had redone his artificial nails, filling in where needed and
          re-applying the glossy wet look polish. When Suzanne heard the
          video signal its end, she turned the hair dryer off and raised
          the hood telling Conrad ---------
         
          "Your hair should be dry now Connie, lets get back to the
          styling chair for your comb out."
         
          Conrad was strangely pleased to see himself again with all
          of the rollers in his hair. As Suzanne began taking out the clips
          and rollers he found himself getting even more excited in a
          sexual way, and for some strange reason seemed to regret the
          removal of each roller, as if he wanted to keep his hair in
          curlers! He was surprised at his feelings, and thought for a
          moment that he should not be enjoying such feelings over what was
          being done to him. He knew in the back of his mind that all of
          this was in way of revenge and was planned to humiliate him.
          However Suzanne's total acceptance of him in this condition and
          the pleasant feelings he was experiencing soon overcame his doubt
          and he let himself flow with the feelings to enjoy what was
          becoming a very pleasant experience. Suzanne finished removing
          the clips and rollers and then laid the chair back and began to
          apply makeup to Conrad.
         
          "Your skin has healed from the electrolysis so today I am
          going to give you the works. I'm explaining what I am doing so
          you can get an idea of the right procedure, tomorrow I will start
          teaching you how to do your own makeup. First I use a good
          moisturizer to make a good surface for the makeup base, I am
          using a liquid base as this is the way to achieve the lightest
          and smoothest base. Always remember Connie, makeup when properly
          done, will look like you are not wearing any. Next I am applying
          a pale lavender shadow to your eyelids, this is very important
          you don't want it to look like lavender paint, just a hint of
          color while creating a shadow on your lids. Next you carefully
          blend the shadow up an toward the outer edge of your eyebrows,
          getting it lighter and lighter until the color is almost
          undetectable near the brow. Later I'm sure Allyson will want you
          to have permanent eye liner, but for now I will use the regular
          type. For your complexion and the color scheme Allyson has
          selected for you I will use a light lavender tinted brown. This
          will still define your eyes without looking harsh. The mascara is
          also nearly the same color, but with a hint more lavender."
         
          Conrad had closed his eyes when Suzanne directed him to and
          was just relaxing as she continued the makeup procedure. It was
          really quite pleasant having someone fuss over you like this, the
          intimate touch of gentle hands was very comforting. Conrad had
          never experienced the touching, holding and closeness that is
          usually associated with two young people in love. He knew that he
          had always rushed through each relationship, and when he was
          certain the woman was not capable of anything different sexually
          than he had already gotten from her, he quickly dropped her and
          moved on to the next conquest.
         
          "For you, blush should be very delicately applied, we want
          just a hint of a healthy glow in the cheeks."
         
          Being treated so nicely by Suzanne, who he had fully
          intended to treat the same despicable way, was actually causing
          him to have feelings of remorse over his former behavior. Or
          perhaps it was just his sorrow at being caught.
         
               "Lipstick will always be this shade of pink with just a hint
          of lavender, unless Allyson decides to change your color scheme.
          She probably won't though lavender is so feminine and really
          compliments your blonde hair."
         
          Conrad knew he was definitely sorry for being caught, the
          measures his wife had instituted in retaliation were extreme to
          say the least. Although the memory of his castration was
          horrible, now that a few days had passed he did not feel as badly
          about no longer having his testicles. The more he thought about
          it the less it seemed to him that he missed having them. He had
          to admit that he felt much more relaxed than he could ever
          remember feeling. Relaxed as if he was not being driven to some
          unknown goal, yet today he had noticed that he also felt very
          upbeat, maybe euphoric.
         
          "There, now that your face is done let's sit you back up,
          and do your hair. Betty, what is Connie going to wear this
          evening?
         
          "This low cut fitted lavender gown." Betty said holding the
          dress up for Suzanne to see.
         
          "Ooooh very elegant, I think that gown calls for an updo
          Connie. I think that the regal look will be perfect."
         
          Suzanne brushed through Conrad's hair vigorously until it
          appeared that she had brushed all of the curl out. Then she
          carefully gathered the hair in the back of his head and began
          twisting it tightly to his head creating what she called a french
          twist. She was pulling the hair so tightly it was definitely
          uncomfortable, and down at the nape of his neck actually quite
          painful! She inserted a number of blond hair pins to hold it in
          place and then sprayed it thoroughly with hair spray. Even the
          hair spray smells like violets Conrad thought. Either the hair
          she had twisted into the french twist as she had called it was
          loosening or Conrad was becoming accustomed to the pull. The only
          place it was still painful was down on his lower neck and that
          seemed to be lessening also. Conrad watched in fascination as
          Suzanne combed his hair back toward his head in short rapid
          strokes. She appeared to creating an huge blonde ball!
         
          "This is called teasing or back combing Connie, don't worry
          it won't look like this when I am finished."
         
          Soon she began to do something different, starting at the
          back of his head. What she was doing he could not see because she
          was working behind that big blonde cloud. Excitement seemed to be
          building in Conrad, he had been enjoying being pampered, but now
          he was actually impatient to see how he was going to look. Conrad
          was puzzled at feeling this way but was not going to question his
          feelings now! He was actually beginning to ooze in his pretty
          panties.

          At last Suzanne completed her work. Conrad was astounded,
          she had created a mass of well defined curls, shaped and pinned
          to create a rounded ball of curls several inches above his head.
          A small tight curl dangled in front of each ear and the placement
          of the curls around his face served as a golden frame to his
          exquisite makeup. Suzanne gave Conrad a large hand mirror to hold
          and slowly rotated the styling chair so he could see all sides of
          his new coiffure. The curls blended perfectly into the french
          twist and the effect of the tall bubble of curls and the tight
          twist gave an appearance of a long slim and very feminine neck.
          Conrad was so excited he almost could not breathe! He was racked
          with an explosive shudder,it seemed that his whole being was
          flowing from his throbbing nipples down and out of his body
          somewhere below his limp penis. Suzanne gently held his hands as
          he stared at his reflection, caught in the throes of a massive
          climax! ------------------------------ Finally Conrad began to
          recover and was terribly embarrassed to have been seen responding
          in such a manner to his beautiful appearance by these women.
         
          "I, I, don't know whaaa---"
         
          "Its okay Connie, I understand. Don't be embarrassed honey,
          you couldn't help it. It is wonderful that you could respond like
          that. You and I are going to have a lot of fun now, I am going to
          love doing your hair. You express your appreciation so sweetly."
         
          Still shaken and humiliated to no end, Conrad was cleaned by
          Betty who replaced his soaked Kotex. Soon he was encased in the
          lovely lavender gown. The skirt was fitted to the knees where it
          was very narrow, A slit from the knees to the hem on both sides
          allowed movement of his feet, but only with the daintiest,
          mincing gait. The low cut bodice revealed the swell of his full
          breasts that jiggled with every movement. Suzanne removed the
          studs from his ears and inserted some dangling earrings that he
          could not see, then she placed a gold chain with the symbol again
          only this one was like Carlene had been wearing. It was just the
          right length for the symbol to lay just above the valley formed
          by his breasts. Suddenly he understood why Carlene's symbol had
          been different than his, Carlene had been castrated the same way
          he had. The missing arrowhead symbolized his missing testicles!
         
          "Now it is time for your grand appearance." Nancy announced
          opening the door to the hall.

          Conrad was astounded at the appearance he made. The glimpse
          he had seen in the full length mirror as they hurried him to the
          hall revealed a very attractive blonde woman. A gorgeous gown,
          perfect makeup, an artfully arranged head full of shining blonde
          curls gave not the slightest hint of his former appearance. That
          gorgeous creature is me, he thought. Confusion about himself was
          wreaking havoc on Conrad's thinking process, as he concentrated
          on walking in the hobble skirted dress. Only the smallest, dainty
          steps could be completed with that restriction. The mincing steps
          taken in the high heels gave Conrad a feeling of prissiness as he
          learned new ways of moving his hips and arms to walk. He was
          becoming flustered by the jiggling of his breasts that threatened
          to spill out of the low cut neckline. He could not walk carefully
          enough to prevent their movement. He could not seem to overcome
          the feeling of girlishness he had started to notice when
          he was being dressed. The glimpse of himself in the mirror had
          seemed to confirm the rising feeling. I am a girl now! Well not
          really, but I am certainly not a man anymore. With these bouncing
          breasts, ssssssssssssh it feels good when they slide against the
          dress, I can't think of myself as being anything but girlish.
          I know that this is what Allyson and Madame want, but ooooooh,
          how can I resist these little charges coming from my breasts.
          I can't even describe this feeling, they itch, feel irritated,
          and seem to glow all at the same time! Yet it feels incredibly
          good.
         
          "Ah here is the new Connie!" Madame said as they entered the
          dining room.
         
          Everyone was already seated and the huge table was full, all
          places had been filled save one since his last time here. I can't
          remember how long it has been since I was here. I wonder how long
          they kept me drugged up? There is the boy, no I guess girl is the
          right word now, that was sobbing so much that day. Boy she looks
          great. I see three more poor unfortunates though, sitting there
          staring off into nowhere, their arms bound under the breasts they
          don't yet know they have. Madame has turned our home into a girl
          factory! I wonder how many women have enough money to pay for
          this. Whew that took a little doing, I wasn't sure I was going to
          get into the chair for a moment. I hope I wasn't too clumsy
          Madame will have me back in those classes again, learning how to
          walk and sit.
         
          "How lovely you are tonight Connie. I have not seen you
          since your operation, but you will never know just how much I
          enjoyed watching it." Allyson said, leaning over and kissing
          Conrad on the cheek.
         
          "Thank you Allyson. May I say you are beautiful as always."
          Conrad replied sweetly.
                   
          Conrad realized he meant every word as he said them. Even
          after all that Allyson had done to him, he was still captivated
          by her beauty. He felt shamed by the outcome of her plans to
          humiliate him, yet he could find no animosity toward her in him.
          Now her mother, "Madame" that was another story, and yet even as
          he had that thought he found that he was not as mad now as he had
          been at first.
         
          "Connie you really have developed some nice cleavage since I
          saw you last." Allyson purred.
         
          Conrad knew she was deliberately saying that to humiliate
          him and started to answer angrily, but found himself saying
          something entirely different than he was thinking.
         
          "Yes, they are very nice, but certainly nowhere near as nice
          as your lovely breasts Dear. Do you think I could ever have
          breasts as large and lovely as yours?" Conrad replied, stunned at
          the words that came out of his mouth. Why did I say that?
         
          "Of course you can Connie, why don't you ask mother?
          I'm sure she will be happy to tell the Doctor to make sure you
          get the right treatments to grow larger breasts." Allyson told
          Conrad.
         
          Doing what Allyson told him to do was the farthest thing
          from what Conrad wanted to do, and yet he opened his mouth and
          blurted out-----
         
          "Madame, would you please make my breasts as large and
          lovely as Allyson's?"
         
          "Well how nice of you to ask Connie. I will have the Doctor
          do everything to make sure they continue to grow. Just tell me
          when you think they are large enough." Madame said knowing full
          well that Conrad would never be able to tell her to stop the
          growth. She had already planted the desire in his subconscious to
          want large breasts and the larger they grew the more he would
          desire more growth. She would not turn off this desire and the
          growth until Allyson insisted. If there was anything in the world
          Madame enjoyed more than castrating a man it was giving him large
          breasts to contend with every minute for the rest of his life.
         
          Conrad lapsed into silence as the meal began. He was hoping
          he could avoid saying anything else strange. He had started to
          say several things tonight and something completely different had
          come out of his mouth. But this was not to be as Madame took up
          the conversation.
         
          "Well Connie, you look very nice. Certainly an improvement
          over your previous appearance. Your figure seems to be developing
          nicely too." Madame prompted.
         
          "Thank You Madame, my figure has improved, but I need the
          strongest doses of female hormones to obtain the best appearance.
          Will you give them to me?" Conrad said to his amazement.
         
          His words had betrayed him again! He had not planned to say
          anything! It was if there was a recording somewhere inside him
          that said these things. He new he was trapped and since he had
          been castrated and given these breasts it was obvious he could
          never be a man again. But he had no intention of encouraging
          these women! I don't want them to do anything more to me! But I
          have lost control over my speech. I am compelled to say these
          stupid things by some strange power over me. I don't want more
          hormones, and yet something in me wants to have a lovely female
          figure! I don't want any of this, and yet when I see what they
          have done I am pleased and excited over looking this way. Could
          my brain have been castrated too?
         
          "Of course Connie, I will have the Doctor start you on them
          tomorrow. I really prefer girls with shapely figures, I just know
          you will love having all that soft woman flesh." Madame replied
          with a large smile.
         
          The dinner proceeded with out Conrad saying anything else to
          get him in deeper and he thought he might get back to his room
          safely when Allyson said -----
         
          "I haven't had the opportunity to spend much time with you
          Connie, so I want you to come to my room for awhile this evening.
          I have missed not having your attention."
         
          "Yes of course dear, whatever you wish."
         
          "Good, the girls will help you change into something more
          comfortable after dinner and will bring you up later."
         
          Thankfully Conrad was not led into saying anything strange
          again and the meal ended without him having to trap himself into
          anything else. Conrad was escorted back to his room, and he was
          helped to disrobe. The lovely gown was carefully removed and put
          away along with the matching pumps that were replaced with the
          open toed back-less high heeled slippers. His hose and corset
          were removed allowing his breasts to swing free as he walked to
          the vanity after putting on a lavender nylon tricot robe.
          Suzanne, who had been waiting, removed all of Conrad's makeup to
          his disappointment, and applied a light moisturizing cream. His
          earrings were also removed which surprised Conrad since he had
          never been without them since his ears had been pierced. Suzanne
          removed all of the pins holding the curls in place on the sides
          of his head and then placed a satin wrap around his head. It
          covered part of his forehead and the front and the sides,of his
          tall hair,  and fastened at the nape of his neck. The top of his
          tall curls were left uncovered. Conrad was disappointed to see his
          beautiful curls and makeup destroyed so soon and began to wonder
          why these things were being done to him. Then he was led to the
          bath where he was given an enema and allowed considerable time to
          be sure everything had been expelled. Conrad was then bent over a
          stool and a realistic looking artificial phallus was produced by
          Betty and greased up. Betty carefully applied pressure to his
          sphincter with the imitation penis and slowly pushed it in. The
          thing had looked huge to Conrad and now he was gasping for breath
          as it slid in. He was sure he must be being torn apart by this
          horrible intrusion. Betty inserted it to the hilt and then
          fastened a belt around his waist with straps that went under  his
          crotch and fastened to the belt in front. The penis was held
          securely in place by the straps that passed through a ring on
          each side of the base. Standing up slowly to accommodate the
          presence within him Conrad was turned around and Nancy placed
          what looked like a condom over his limp penis. It had a tube
          running from the end of it to a small bag, not unlike the urine
          bag he had worn previously, this one strapped to his inner thigh
          just above the knee. the heavy walled condom attached to the two
          straps from the belt that passed under his groin. He had thought
          that Allyson really did want to visit and talk with him but now
          he was frightened that this whole thing was just some new
          punishment to be imposed on him. He was required to brush his
          teeth and gargle with a mouthwash before being allowed to don the
          robe again. His slippers were exchanged for a pair of 4" heeled
          lavender pumps with an ankle strap before they left his room to
          ride the elevator to Allyson's room. The room Conrad and Allyson
          had formerly shared as the master bedroom.
         
          No matter what Conrad tried, there was no way to walk in
          these heels without causing his un-fettered breasts to swing and
          bounce with each step. He held the top of the robe tightly, to
          keep them from bouncing out of the robe that only lapped over in
          the front and secured with a belt at the waist. Each swing and
          bounce added to his growing humiliation, a penis up his butt, his
          penis crammed in a tight latex sleeve, big breasts he could not
          control, he felt as if his face was on fire as the shame built
          at his condition. Oh how could she be so cruel! Finally they
          reached the elevator and he could stand still and have a measure
          of control over these breasts that seemed to have mind of their
          own as to which direction they were going to swing or bounce.
          Another thought was bothering Conrad now, perhaps even more than
          his humiliating condition. Every swing and bounce of his breasts
          had brought pleasant sensations as they rubbed against the nylon
          tricot robe. Sensations he liked! That could not be, he hated
          what they were doing to him. How could he like the pleasure
          resulting from one of their most obvious deeds. thankfully the
          door to the master bedroom was right across the hall from the
          elevator, sparing Conrad another long breast swinging walk.
         
          The master bedroom like the rest of the house had undergone
          some drastic redecoration. Before it had been neutral in gender
          influence, but was now filled with ruffles, flounces, and frills all
          in shades of pastel and light pink including a pale pink carpet.
          the room was very large and had a sitting area as large as the
          living room in many homes. Conrad was led to this area where he
          saw a new and unfamiliar addition to the furnishings. There was
          what resembled an elevated curved lounge chair, but there was no
          place for a leg rest. This chair was mounted on a metal
          foundation with rails extending from the front to a large padded,
          rounded top box. It looked strangely like some sort of footstool,
          but appeared to be too narrow from front to back to provide much
          support. Betty and Nancy had stopped near the padded box and that
          is when Conrad also noticed there was a padded opening in the
          top. While Betty stood by him, Nancy pressed a button on a
          control panel on the right arm on the chair. Both sides of the
          box/stool swung outward revealing a padded floor. Betty led
          Conrad to the open box and told him to kneel on the pad.
         
          "I don't like the look of this, are you going to close me up
          in that box? Conrad protested in alarm.
         
          "Yes we are." Nancy said grabbing his other arm and with
          Betty forcing him to kneel on the pad. They immediately forced
          his arms forward and locked his wrists into padded cuffs at the
          front of the box.
         
          "Please, I don't like this, please let me go.!"
         
          "I'm afraid that just won't be possible Connie, although you are
          progressing quite well there are a number of areas in which you
          need training. Tonight I will begin to teach you one of the most
          important parts about your new life."
         
          Conrad turned his head toward Allyson's voice and was
          astounded at her appearance! She was wearing a black leather
          bustier' that reached from her lovely swelling hips to the bottom
          of her lush breasts, leaving them free to move gloriously with
          each step she made in her tight black boots with the extremely
          high heels. Conrad had never seen his wife dressed this way, she
          was so beautifully powerful!
         
          "You have failed miserably as a male lover, so now you must
          learn to be a female lover. Finish hooking her up Betty."
         
          With that Betty hooked some small clips on each of his
          nipples that were connected to thin insulated wires. The clips
          were not tight and did not hurt but he was aware of them. Betty
          then connected some more insulated wires to the penis shaped plug
          that was filling his anal canal so completely.
         
          "Please Allyson, please let me go!" Conrad begged with a
          trembling voice.
         
          Conrad was very frightened now as he had no idea what was
          planned but knew it would probably be painful and was certainly
          already humiliating. Allyson pressed a button on the arm of the
          chair and the sides of the box closed around Conrad, leaving only
          his head exposed through the padded opening in the top. The
          opening was large enough as to not cause any discomfort to his
          neck, but being locked in the box gave Conrad a very deep feeling
          of vulnerability. Secured as he was he was at the mercy of
          Allyson, and recent events had shown a decided lack of mercy on
          her part. Allyson pressed another button on the arm of the chair
          and the box glided smoothly on the rails toward the chair.
          Allyson stopped the box before it reached the chair and then
          seated herself in the chair. Pressing the button once more she
          brought the box closer and then placed her legs on the box as if
          it were a footstool. That action placed her unclothed vagina
          directly in Conrad's line of sight. Even before Allyson began to
          speak he realized what was going to happen.
         
          "You have always refused to provide the most pleasurable
          form of sex to any of your female partners. You said that such a
          thing was degrading to a real male. Well that should not be a
          problem any longer since you are no longer a real male, in fact
          not a male at all. Now you are going to be trained how to bring
          real pleasure to a female. If you learn well you may find
          pleasure also, if you do not learn and become adept at meeting my
          instructions you will suffer considerable discomfort. Similar to
          the discomfort you imposed on females when you had but one goal
          in life. To stick your pitiful penis in them for your pleasure
          only!"
         
          Allyson brought the box closer until Conrad's face was only
          an inch away from her womanhood, even with Conrad leaning his
          head back as far as the opening around his neck would allow.
          Waves of humiliation swept over Conrad as he was forced into a
          position of subservience to the very essence of womanhood. Tears
          of shame flowed freely down his cheeks as he waited for the
          inevitable humiliation that was even being watched by the other
          two women. A mild electric jolt surged through his nipples into
          the plug in his butt shocking him to attention.
         
          "That is the mildest setting Conrad, you best pay attention
          or I will show you how unpleasant this can be! Start following my
          instructions now! ------- Gently and softly kiss my inner thigh.
          ----  Yes that is right. Now lean forward and gently let your
          breathe flow over my lips. ----Very good --- Now very gently use
          your tongue to caress my lips from bottom to top. Ahhhh that is
          correct, yes keep it up ---just like that.  Now insert your
          tongue and lick the same way---" Allyson instructed as she
          moved the box the last inch closer.
         
          Conrad leaned heavily on the two women as they helped him
          back to his room. It wasn't just physical exhaustion, although
          his legs were rubbery, it was total mental and emotional
          capitulation. Allyson and Madame had won. He knew that no matter
          what else happened in the future, this was the day Allyson had
          changed him into what she had planned. It did not matter what he
          was like before, he was now a woman. A woman that loved women,
          that wanted only to bring pleasure to women in that special woman
          to woman way. Allyson had guided him through every step and then
          used the devices connected to his breasts and in him to bring him
          to orgasm with her time and time again. He had never dreamed
          anything could be so good and last so long. Even now when he
          could barely stand he wanted to be back on his knees being
          consumed by Allyson.
         
          For Conrad now life became a never ending series of being
          poked, prodded, and paraded. Every day brought exercise, dance,
          practice in walking and sitting, hand and body movement, clothing
          selection, and makeup and hairstyling classes. The makeup lessons
          had become much easier since he had been given permanent eyeliner,
          blush, and lipcolor. Daily sessions in front of the video screen
          and weekly examinations and injections from the Doctor.
               His life had descended into a mind numbing blur of new
          things to learn and do. Broken only by frequent trips back to
          serve Allyson as she trained him in her special desires. Through
          it all he was vaguely aware that he was gaining a well rounded
          rear and that his hips and thighs were taking on some very
          interesting contours. He was of course acutely conscious that his
          breasts had continued to grow and now had reached a D cup. The
          constant wearing of corsets and the exercises and diet had
          whittled his waist to a 19" measurement even without the corset.
          Strangely enough, although Conrad no longer thought of it as
          being strange, he had come to love his breasts and small waist.
          As he and Suzanne worked together trying new makeup and styles
          he continued to experience the same excitement and thrilling
          feelings. Each time she set his hair on rollers and finished
          the style he would reach a climax. Certainly different from any
          he had ever known before. These climaxes he received now seemed
          to involve his whole body and were much more satisfying mentally,
          always leaving him with a warm glow and a feeling of well being
          for some time afterward.
          All of this had come as a pleasant surprise  to Conrad, he
          thought that after he had been castrated that he would never have
          any sexual feelings again. He looked forward to each time Suzanne
          would set his hair, so much so he had begun to try to talk her
          into doing it every day but instead she began to teach him how
          to set is own hair. Suzanne did of course set it for him at least
          every other day because he was still learning. However on the days
          he was required to do it himself he was required to style his hair
          in different ways for dinner each evening.
          In the beginning it had taken a long time to accomplish
          anything with his clumsy efforts, but Suzanne made him keep at it
          until some days he could no longer hold his arms up as he tried the
          unfamiliar movements required to roll your own hair while looking
          in a mirror. But as time passed he became reasonably adept at styling his own hair
`and applying makeup.
          The routine of his daily life had caused him to lose track
          of time, and somewhere during these months his desire to escape
          had been forgotten as he each day came to love his new body more
          and more. Even the vast size of his breasts was no longer
          daunting to him and he had begun to glory in their beauty
          spending many moments cradling them in his hands and modeling
          them before the mirror.
          The added flesh that had rounded his hips and butt was very
          pleasant to see and Conrad was happy with both the feel and the
          appearance of his smooth flesh.
         
          One evening at dinner, Allyson who only made rare
          appearances anymore, and had not brought him to her room lately,
          much to his disappointment, advised Conrad of some new
          developments-------
         
          "Tomorrow we have a special Doctor coming to see you
          Connie."
         
          "What for,--- what kind of special?" Conrad asked
          apprehensively.
         
          "Oh don't worry, she is a voice Doctor and is going to do
          some minor surgery on your vocal chords. Your voice is no longer
          appropriate for your new body. She will give you a higher pitched
          voice to match your new appearance. I am sure you will be
          delighted with the results."
         
          That evening just before bed time Nancy gave him a different
          pill and told him it was to help him sleep since he seemed
          nervous. Conrad awoke in a hospital type bed sweating and
          shivering. His throat hurt a little but the major problem was
          that he felt like someone had shoved a log up his penis! Well
          that is a strange description, but it felt like his penis was
          being shoved back into his groin and he had this feeling of being
          stuffed full down there. There was a dull pounding pain like a
          mashed finger right at the same area. He was strapped to the bed
          with restraints and his jaw was being held closed with some sort
          of wrapping. He was absolutely immobile and unable to summon
          help. Turning his head was still possible and he caught sight of
          Nancy at the side of the bed. He was able to get her attention by
          wiggling his fingers frantically. Nancy released his right hand
          and held a tablet for him to write on.
         
          "Why am I hurting so bad down there? It feels like my penis
          is being crushed up inside me! Get me something for the pain,
          Quick!!" Conrad wrote rapidly.  
         
          Nancy nodded and left his range of sight for a moment. When
          she came back she injected something from a syringe into the IV
          going into his arm. Soon everything turned a hazy warm pink and
          Conrad was floating into sleep, no pain, no cares about why he
          was hurting. Conrad roused again and found Nancy and Betty
          standing by the bed.
         
          "Well you are back with us, good it is time to get up and go
          for a walk." Nancy said.
         
          Conrad still could not open his mouth because of the
          wrapping, but he shook his head no vigorously.
         
          "Oh yes, Doctors orders, you can't just lay around Connie
          you have to get up and move. We will help you."
         
          Conrad realized he was no longer restrained, but the IV was
          still in his left arm. His throat was still quite sore, but the
          pain he had felt in his groin was much less now, just a steady
          dull throb. Suddenly he thought of why he could be hurting down
          there! He pointed to his groin and made a questioning expression.
         
          "Yes the Doctor finished her work down there, you are one of
          us now." Betty replied grinning broadly.
         
          Conrad was sure that was why he had hurt so bad even before
          Betty confirmed it. Even though no one had said they were going
          to do it he had really known all along that Madame would not stop
          before he was a complete woman. Indeed he was sure Allyson had
          required her to make him into a complete woman. She had said he
          was going to become one. After the first few days were past and
          the pain had lessened a great deal he had actually started to
          wonder what it would look and feel like. The hormones, and the
          brainwashing tapes had done their work well, for during the last
          few weeks before Allyson had told him about having his voice
          changed, Conrad had been wondering what it would be like to be a
          complete woman. He had even found himself fantasizing having his
          own sweet womanhood. After all he had always had a great interest
          in that area of a woman's anatomy. Many times when he had stood
          gazing at his shapely new body and fondling his great breasts he
          had thought how silly his penis looked just hanging there limp.
          The thought came to him that; I am not Conrad any longer! I am
          really a woman now. While the realization was shocking it was in
          no way unpleasant. I have rally been wanting this! I just could
          not admit it to my self. Ooh, I do hope my new pussy will be as
          much fun as these wonderful breasts. Connie, yes Connie was how
          she thought of herself now, was not allowed to look when the
          bandages were changed, or when the plug that had been placed in
          her new vagina was rotated to prevent the skin growing to it. The
          first time the Doctor did that little chore she thought she would
          surely die from the horrible pain, and had screamed silently
          through her closed mouth. Her jaw had not been freed for a week
          to keep her from trying to use her voice, it being necessary for
          the vocal chords to heal. Later when the plug had been removed
          and she had been douched four times a day she had been totally
          humiliated by what was happening. The girls would take turns
          stroking the plug in and out and rotating it in her between
          douches. She had soon become accustomed to the plug and really
          felt nothing when they did it as everything down there seemed
          to be mostly numb. Finally after three weeks of recuperation her
          regular schedule was resumed only she was not allowed to look at
          her newly rearranged plumbing. Nancy told her she had to wait until
          it had completely healed. Perhaps the most shocking thing to Connie
          was her new voice. At first she had a husky hoarseness, but as that
          cleared up more each day her voice continued to rise to a clear
          soprano.

         
          The daily routine continued as before but now Connie was
          being allowed to exercise more each day. She practiced all of the
          skills she had been taught. Walking, sitting and rising properly,
          and at least an hour each day of the ballet movements. Each day
          Connie found herself growing stronger and infinitely more
          graceful. She also noticed she seemed to giggle a lot and wanted
          to talk more with the girls as each day went by. The only problem
          was not being able to see or touch her new womanhood. the desire
          to touch having risen in proportion to the amount of feeling that
          was returning to the area. It felt wonderful to not be wearing
          that giant plug in her new vagina all the time. She only had to
          wear it for eight hours a day now and the Doctor said that would
          soon be cut to two hours, after that thing a tampon was scarcely
          noticeable.
          The plug served as a constantly humiliating reminder that
          she was now all woman. Never again would he as Conrad be able to
          dominate a woman by thrusting his hardness into her, now Connie
          was fit only to receive and be dominated.
          Allyson had been summoning Connie to her bed room again for
          more training for several weeks now. Of course Connie was
          thrilled to be back worshiping her beloved Allyson and looked
          forward with eagerness to each evening when Allyson would teach
          her to become more and more skilled in the art of orally
          gratifying a woman. Being brought to orgasm by that wonderful
          vibrator in her rear while she pleased Allyson had become an
          extremely satisfying experience also.
         
          This evening as the girls prepared Connie for another
          "training" session with Allyson they hurried her to the bathroom
          where she was given another humiliating enema and douche before
          being allowed a luxurious bubble bath to begin her preparation.
          Connie had not been allowed to see her new womanhood since the
          operation, and her curiosity was almost overwhelming.
          Connie's hopes had come true, her newly created vagina was
          very pretty and looked absolutely natural. After her bath and
          shampoo Nancy had given her a hand mirror so she could see it
          all. She was even allowed to touch it and examine it closely. Oh
          it was so pretty, and it was hers!  Tonight something new was
          added to the preparations. After inserting the penis like
          vibrator in Connie's rear, (an item Connie had come to love over
          time) Betty produced another penis shaped device and after
          lubricating it carefully inserted it in Connie's new vagina!
         
          "What are you doing?" Connie exclaimed.
         
          "Mistress Allyson has instructed me to do this Connie,
          this is no different than the form you have to wear. Besides this
          is a vibrator and you may love this one as much as you do the one
          in back."
         
          Connie blushed at Betty's words, although she knew that they
          all knew how much she had become addicted to being brought to
          orgasm by the vibrator in her anal canal.
              The first night Connie received no pleasure from the new
          intruder within her, even the vibrations had no effect other than
          to remind her that she now could only receive a penis or dildo
          just like any other woman.
               However over a period of several weeks, feeling gradually
          began to return to what had formerly only been numb, and Connie
          was beginning to enjoy the presence of the vibrator in her new
          vagina. Betty and Nancy still rotated and stroked the plug in and
          out each time they inserted or removed it and this also was
          beginning to feel rather pleasant.
         
          One Friday evening  Betty, Nancy, and Suzanne were preparing
          Connie for another "training" session but this time the vibrators
          were not inserted. Connie's hair had not been covered and Suzanne
          had not removed her makeup or earrings either. Connie was
          confused by the change in her preparation but was very pleased
          not to have her lovely curls disturbed. The change was soon
          forgotten as Connie concentrated on keeping her unfettered
          breasts under control as they made their way to Allyson.
         
          Connie noticed immediately on arriving in Allyson's suite
          that the "chair and box" were no longer in the suite and that
          Betty and Nancy were leaving the room!
         
         
          "My how lovely you are Connie!" Allyson cooed. "Come sit
          beside me dear" Allyson said, motioning to the space on the love
          seat beside her.
         
          Connie walked carefully toward Allyson while grasping her
          robe tighter in a vain attempt to control the movement of her
          breasts. As always, Connie was amazed at the beauty of Allyson.
          If there is such a thing as feminine perfection surely it is
          Allyson, Connie thought. When Connie was seated, Allyson asked
         
          "How are you feeling now Connie, are you happy?"
         
          Connie had to pause to consider her question, concerned that
          Allyson may have had some hidden meaning. But after considering
          her present condition she truthfully could only answer ------
         
          "Yes ----yes I am happy now Allyson. I was very angry with
          you for a while, but in the last few months I have come to
          understand that I truly did deserve what you have done to me.
          In the beginning the humiliation was almost unbearable, and I
          resented everything that was done to me. I can't really say at
          what moment my thinking changed but now I am happy with my
          condition."
         
          "Well that is so nice Connie. I hope you realize all of this
          was necessary. Of course I could have just thrown you out, but my
          sense of responsibility required me to make sure you would not
          abuse and humiliate another woman. I wanted to make sure that
          your selfish life of conquest and rejection of one woman after
          another would be finished, and obviously I won't have to worry
          about you chasing every woman in sight now. Most of your
          humiliating experiences are over and we should be able to start
          all over in a new but loving relationship. After all we are still
          married." Allyson said.
         
          "But ----how ---I------"
         
          "Oh, I understand your confusion, but don't let that worry
          your pretty head dear. Obviously you won't be playing the role of
          husband anymore, but now you really are suited to the role of the
          wife of the rich banker. You see I earn and have all of the money
          and all you will have to do is be pretty for me. As far as the
          sexual side of our marriage, I have already taught you one way
          that you can satisfy me and tonight I will complete your
          education. By morning you will be my perfect little airhead
          housewife. Your only concern will be to have your hair and makeup
          perfect at all times, and be dressed in the latest of fashion for
          our many social occasions."
         
          Ooooh, Connie thought, to have perfect hair and makeup and
          wear these lovely clothes always. What could possibly be better?
          Ooooh Allyson is kissing me --it -- I-- feel--- wow what a rush
          she is forcing me back as she kisses me ! Oh now her hand is on
          my breasts, mmmmm I like this!
         
          "Connie why don't we go to the bed now and I can finish
          training you to be my perfect mate."
           
               "OoooH Yes please"

          As she lay half asleep, Connie realized she was still in
          Allyson's bed cuddled in her arms, their breasts nestled together.
          It took a moment or two for Connie to remember why she was here.
          Waves of pleasure rolled over her as she recalled the events of
          last evening. Allyson had been magnificent. She had kissed and
          touched me in all those wonderfully erotic places until I had
          felt as if I was going crazy with desire. Then she turned into
          the sixty nine position and placed her wonderfully sweet
          womanhood over my face to my utter delight  ---- and then---
          she touched me with her tongue! OOOh it was heaven as we loved
          each other in that most feminine way. Sex had never been like this
          before! Oh I am getting wet just thinking about it.

          "MMMMM, how is my perfect mate this morning" Allyson whispered
          as she roused.
         
          "I  uh --- think that is it. I feel just perfect." I stuttered,
          bringing myself back from the deep remembrance of last evening.
          I was startled by her voice and my hardening nipples when her
          breasts moved softly against mine. As Allyson bestowed a deep
          kiss on my lips my memories of last night flooded back.
         
          Yes, perfect it is, after we brought each other to shuddering
          climaxes many times orally, Allyson went to her bath room and
          returned wearing a strap on penis! My eyes must have registered
          fear or shock as I saw it, as she said ------
         
          "Nothing to be afraid of Connie, this is just like the one you
          used to try to stick in every woman you could. In fact I have been
          very considerate of you by having it made just a little smaller than
          the one you used to have. Now it is time for you learn just what it
          feels like to be a woman. I have spared no expense to have you made
          over beautifully, but you can't really be a woman until you have
          experienced the domination of laying on your back while someone
          repeatedly pushes their penis in and out of you while you passively
          accept that domination. Tonight you get to experience what every
          woman you have ever had intercourse with has experienced. I know you
          have come to love being pampered and feminized, with your big breasts
          and lovely hair. But that is what I intended for you all along. Now
          you must take a further step along the journey I have planned for you.
          There is still more humiliation and pain in your future."
         
          Allyson had lubricated her false penis and then told me to raise
          my knees up to my shoulders. Even as my eyes burned with the tears of
          humiliation and shame Allyson seemed to be even more beautiful. Her
          eyes shone brightly and there seemed to be a glow about her as she
          proceeded with her plan of punishment for my infidelity. I know my
          face must have been getting flushed as I remembered what had happened.
          At first there was just shame and a little pain as she slowly
          forced her way into me. Shame at having to be the passive receptor of
          that symbol of what I used to be. But then as her magnificent breasts
          were swaying near my face with each stroke she made, something
          wonderful began to happen. Slowly at first but growing stronger with
          each stroke was the desire for her to push harder,--- and
          deeper,---and faster. The relocated nerve ends were learning their new
          role and causing intense waves of desire to flood my innermost being.
          As I gazed into the eyes of my lovely ravisher her expression of
          triumph sent me soaring into levels of pleasure I had never before
          reached. I can only remember crying in total surrender --- More, More,
          Oh pleeeease before I fell blissfully into unconsciousness.
         
              "Well my little sleepy head wife, we must be getting up and about
          our days business. You need to get up and get ready for a special
          day." Allyson said as she reached for the buzzer beside her
          bed.        
         
          In just a moment Betty and Nancy were in Allyson's room waiting
          to escort me out. Allyson placed a very tender kiss on my lips and
          said ----
         
          " Go and get ready sweety, I will see you in a little while."
   
          Betty and Nancy were totally frustrating since they would not
          answer any of the flurry of the typically girlish questions Connie
          had about why they were rushing her to get ready for a trip.
          (Connie had not been outside the mansion since her last attempt
          many months ago to escape that had resulted in her castration.)
          The thought of going out into the world again, this time as a
          beautiful woman was strangely exciting.
            Instead they only hurried her to the bathroom where she was
          given another humiliating enema and douche before being allowed a
          quick shower and shampoo to begin her preparation. Connie had
          been enveloped in a pleasant glow of joy since awakening this
          morning. Each memory of her session with Allyson last
          night brought fresh waves of desire coursing through her. As the
          women cinched up her lovely new corset with the larger half bra
          cups. Connie was again thrilled  to see the voluptuous creamy
          mounds swelling over the cups. If men only knew how great it felt
          to have such lovely breasts they would all want them, she
          thought! Dressed only in the lovely violet corset, violet panties
          lavished with lace and with the now ever present Maxi with wings
          sanitary napkin, violet hose and heels she was wrapped in a
          matching nylon tricot robe and led to the salon room where
          Suzanne waited to work her magic on her hair and face.  The
          thought of how nice her newly completed body looks and the
          anticipation of Suzanne setting her hair was sending thrills
          through her even before she was seated.
         
          "You are going to have a very special experience today, and
          I am going to fix your hair for a Spring time outing, a special
          do for going out.  What do you think Connie?" Suzanne asked.
         
          "Oh yes! Connie eagerly replied.
         
          Connie's hair was much longer now, due in part to the length
          of time she had been undergoing her transformation, but even more
          due to the influence of the female hormones, and the excellent
          care Suzanne had been providing. Suzanne began to set her hair on
          the plastic rollers much to Connie's delight. This morning she
          was using the smaller grey rollers and more of them. Connie was
          extremely happy to have Suzanne setting her hair and was very
          interested in what the outcome of the smaller rollers would be.
          Soon Suzanne had placed all of the rollers in a new and very
          different pattern. All of the rollers in the back had been placed
          vertically with the hair rolled toward the back. Connie's
          excitement was building as she was trying to see all sides of her
          roller set, oh how she wished her breasts were not covered, they
          were tingling so much she wanted to grab her nipples and caress
          them. She was utterly fascinated by the sight of her hair set and
          was reveling in the pleasure when Suzanne said -----
         
          "I know you love to see your hair set, but that will have to
          do for now. You need to get under the dryer so we can be finished
          in time."
         
          While Connie's hair was drying Suzanne redid her now long
          nails with a new color with just the palest tone of
          lavender. During the months of her transformation Suzanne had
          removed the artificial nails and had cultivated Connie's own nails
          with special compounds and polishes beautifully. She also applied
          two coats of clear sealer which gave them a brilliant shine and
          made the color look especially good. Connie was quite pleased
          just to sit quietly under the dryer, thrilled by the knowledge
          that her hair was all rolled up in curlers. Watching Suzanne do
          her nails only added to the excitement. The brilliant shine
          really thrilled her and she was very happy with how pretty her
          nails were. It seemed to be just a short time and Suzanne was
          lifting the dryer hood and telling Connie to return to the
          styling chair. Connie was always torn between wanting Suzanne to
          complete her style, and having her hair up in curlers. It was so
          thrilling to have her hair all rolled up. Once Suzanne had set
          her hair in the morning and left it in the rollers all day to dry
          naturally. Connie was absolutely delighted! She was on the edge
          all day, her nipples tingled and pulsed and even though she still
          had her penis at that time it had drooled continuously in her
          napkin. When Suzanne finally took her hair down that day Connie
          had such an intense climax she had actually fainted!
          Suzanne left Connie's hair rolled up to Connie's delight and
          began doing her face.
                   
          "I think we need a special look for this morning so I will
          do your makeup for you. You could probably do it yourself, you
          have become quite adept in the last few months. You have really
          learned fast. You know Connie, in the beginning I was happy
          to be doing your hair in a feminine manner because I was being
          hateful and thought what Allyson was doing to you was a fitting
          punishment for your terrible behavior. But you have changed so
          much and are so appreciative of everything I do for you, well I
          just like to do it now because you have become a person I like
          very much."
         
          "Oh Suzanne, it is so nice to hear you say that. At first I
          was so humiliated to have you doing those things to me. I was so
          ashamed to face you after having treated you and Allyson so
          badly. But I love you Suzanne for being so understanding and
          kind to me in the terrible experiences I have undergone. I know
          that I deserved everything that has been done to me and I only
          hope that I am becoming someone that people will want to love. I
          realize that Madame and Allyson will surely humiliate me further,
          but I can no longer be angry with them. Although I have been
          terribly humiliated by this experience, I have begun to accept my
          fate and really find my present condition to be quite pleasant."
         
          Connie was not at all disappointed with Suzanne's artistry
          as she skillfully applied the cosmetics. This morning she had
          given Connie a very natural look. Connie's face was beautiful but
          none of the colors cried out to be seen, just the impression of a
          beautiful face.  Of course the permanent eyeliner, blush, and lip
          outline contributed to the natural look. I could be getting ready
          for a picnic Connie thought. I look so young and fresh.
          "Mmmmmm", Connie sighed as Suzanne began to remove the clips
          and rollers. Suzanne smiled at Connie in the mirror to let her
          know she knew what was happening.
         
          "Just enjoy Connie, I'm going to do you up in curls and you
          are going to love them. If you are getting excited now, you are
          going to have a blast today." Suzanne said.
         
          "Oh? Connie asked as she was drawn back from the spiraling
          excitement caused by Suzanne's ministrations to her hair.
         
          "What is going to happen today?"
         
          "I can't tell you that, but I'm sure Allyson will tell you
          soon. But if you are feeling as good as the expression on your
          face shows, today will be the happiest day of your life!"
         
          "Oh Suzanne you must tell me, you can't tease me like that!
          Why is today going to be such a great day? Tell me, you must!"
         
          "No, you will have to wait for Allyson to tell you. I have
          already said too much. Just relax and enjoy yourself."
         
          Enjoy?, yes definitely. Relax?, impossible! It is going to
          be good, as Allyson demonstrated to me last night it is not all
          numb down there! I am feeling little twitches between my nipples
          and I guess what I should call my clitoris. Oh my that was good!
          It felt like my new sex was opening and closing, oh it did it
          again, oh oooh. Suzanne is pinning shiny blond barrel curls into
          a high round bubble all over my head, oh my I love this, surely
          it can't be ---- but it is-- I am starting to feel wet down
          there. Now she is working in the back, I have perfectly shaped
          curls framing my face with springy little tendril curls falling
          in front of my ears, it is so lovely, --- oh hurry Suzanne -----
          my new womanhood is throbbing steadily now, ooooh.
         
          "There now you can look at it all." Suzanne said, turning
          the chair around and handing a large hand mirror to Connie.
         
          OOOOH, it is so pretty! My hair in back falls to my
          shoulders in long springy barrel curls. Oh this feels so good.
          Tingling waves of sensations flowed from my engorged nipples to
          my throbbing, pulsing clit. Aaaaaaah, aaaaaaa, oh it is so good
          to be a woman. Suzanne smiled as she watched me twitch and
          tremble through my wonderful female orgasm. OOh, Ooh, ooh ooooh,
          it seemed it would go on forever, finally Suzanne took the hand
          mirror from me and kissed me sweetly on the lips.
         
          "Welcome to our world , Connie. I take it you like
          how I have done your hair. We must hurry now or we will be late
          for breakfast." Suzanne said sweetly when I finally came back
          from the languor of the wonderful orgasm.
       
                   
          Nancy quickly pulled my panties down, cleaned me with a
          moist towel, and replaced my pad. I was surprised to see how wet
          the first pad was. Obviously Madame had the best Doctors on her
          staff. So far everything seemed to work perfectly. Suzanne
          returned with us to my room to "see the finished product" as she
          said.
          Betty produced some straps of lovely lavender satin which
          she fastened above my knees with tiny silver buckles. These
          straps effectively limited my stride to about six inches, meaning
          I would again be forced to walk with a mincing gait. It is
          difficult to walk this way, but with my feet in my lovely high
          heels this type of walk causes my breasts to jiggle so
          deliciously.
          A slim nylon tricot half slip  was next for me to don, as
          Nancy pulled from the closet the dress. It was absolutely the
          most gorgeous creation I had ever seen! A low cut, sleeveless and
          fitted bodice, a  slim knee length skirt, in the  most heavenly
          shade of lavender silk. The low cut front is outlined in
          scalloped white Battenberg lace.
         
          "Oh, it is so beautiful." I exclaimed in girlish glee.
         
          Betty, Nancy and Suzanne all helped to lower it over my head
          after I first was seated on the vanity stool Nancy had placed in
          the middle of the room. Suzanne carefully supervised to make sure
          it did not touch my lovely hair. As soon as it was safe Suzanne
          told me to stand and they all pulled and tugged until the dress
          was correctly placed. The back was zipped and then the skirt was
          smoothed over my nicely rounded rear.
         
          "Will you stop moving around so much!" Betty exclaimed.
         
          "But I must see it all Betty it is so lovely! --- I am so
          lovely ----"
         
          "Yes you are indeed." Betty said as she paused from making
          the  minor adjustments to the dress and joined Nancy, Suzanne,
          and myself as we gazed at the vision of beauty in the mirrored
          wall. How long we stood there I don't really know. Betty finally
          brought us all back to reality by saying ------
         
          " I am having a hard time believing it myself, but you are
          by far the loveliest creation Madame has ever accomplished.
          however we all have to get ready also, so you must stand there
          and be as still as possible until we are ready. Whatever you do,
          do not sit in that dress without smoothing the skirt tightly
          under as you will wrinkle the smoothness of the silk."
         
          I had been so engrossed in myself I had not even noticed
          that Betty, Nancy and Suzanne were all wearing their hair in a
          more sophisticated manner today. I hadn't even noticed until just
          this minute that Betty and Nancy had removed their uniforms and
          were wearing robes. They must have done that while I was under
          the dryer. Why they even had on lace underwear, hose and heels.
          In all the time we had spent together this was the first time I
          had seen either one of them undressed. They both have beautiful
          bodies, even though they are large and have well muscled bodies
          they are extremely feminine. As Suzanne stripped out of her
          uniform the sight of her body brought back familiar and very
          pleasant images of us together in a motel bed. Well, pleasant
          until Allyson and her photographer came through the door. That
          was the trap that got me into my present condition. My
          wonderfully delicious, exciting, oh I love it so, condition. Oh
          my, apparently I find Suzanne to still be very attractive. I do
          believe my nipples are hardening at the sight of her luscious
          body.
         
          "Oh Suzanne, could you please come here?" I shamelessly
          called.
         
          "Yes Connie, what is it? Suzanne coming close.
         
          " I want to thank you for all that you have done for me.
          Especially helping set the trap that caused me to be in my
          present position. I do so love what has happened to me. You told
          me the day that Allyson caught us together that you were just
          play acting to trap me as you did not like men and preferred
          women. Now that I am a woman do you think I could give you a girl
          to girl kiss by way of thanks.?" I said.
         
          " Why Connie that is sooo precious, of course you can
          sweetie."
         
          I gently bent forward until our lips met, I think that I was
          intending only to bestow a friend to friend kiss. When our lips
          met it seemed as if an electric current flowed between us and our
          lips parted and tongues met simultaneously. It was all I could do
          not to reach for her to pull her close but no matter, as she did
          not resist the attraction and pulled me into her arms. Breast to
          breast we continued to feverishly explore this electric contact
          until Nancy broke into our thoughts by shouting -------
         
          "Girls, Girls!, please we really don't have time for this."
         
          We moved apart slowly, each gazing into the others eyes.
          Reluctant to end the mutual enjoyment, we both seemed to sigh at
          the same time as we recovered from the flush of desire that had
          possessed us. Finally, standing toe to toe and with only our
          finger tips still touching as we slowly separated the reality of
          what had just happened overcame us both. Suzanne's delightful
          laugh inspired a spasm of giggles in me as she said -----
         
          " Oh Connie, what a treat you have become, I do believe by
          this afternoon you will truly believe you are in heaven."
         
          I had to turn to the mirror again to regain my composure,
          looking at these near naked lovely bodies was having a definite
          effect on me.
         
          "Well I would think that one of you would be nice enough to
          tell me about today. You know I am just dying to know, and all
          you do is tease me with hints." I said as sweetly as a Southern
          Belle in keeping with my dress and hairstyle.
         
          " Miss Connie, I think you might better behave before you
          get us all in trouble. I think it would be best if nothing was
          said about what has just happened here. I am sure neither Allyson
          or Madame would appreciate such behavior. They have your debut
          rather well planned and I am sure that such incidents might meet
          with real displeasure. Now if we are all ready it is time for our
          lovely "Southern Belle" to make her appearance." Betty
          admonished.
         
          As soon as the girls were dressed in their spring fashions
          gowns we set off down the hall to the front stairway. As soon as
          we started walking down the hall my hobbled mincing steps set up
          a delicious rhythmic bounce in my luscious breasts. I could not
          help myself, I had to keep stealing glances as each creamy globe
          threatened to spill forth from their flimsy restraints. When we
          reached the top of the stairs I realized why the girls had made
          me practice descending these stairs for several days with a
          hobble skirt on it was all a rehearsal for today. Betty
          instructed me to remain standing at the top of the stairs until
          she signaled to me to come down.  
          The girls descended the stairs and went through the closed
          doors to the dining room where I assumed there must be some
          people waiting. Normally the doors were left open and you could
          see from within the room to the top of the stairs. Soon Betty
          returned and opened the doors wide, beckoning me to descend the
          stairs. As I began my slow descent, moving as gracefully as I
          possibly could, I could see that the dining room was filled with
          women that I knew!
         
          I could feel my face begin to flush as I realized what
          Allyson had done. She was going to parade me before every woman
          I had ever had relations with! Oh no, even worse, as I got lower
          on the staircase I could see even more faces, even some from
          high school and college that I had just hit on and dropped
          because they would not have sex the way I demanded. I could feel
          the heat of shame spreading down my neck as I continued down the
          stairs, cringing inside with each step that brought me closer  to
          this reckoning with my shameful past.
         
          "Ladies, may I introduce the beautiful Connie. Of course you
          all knew her as her former self Conrad. As you all know Conrad
          was not a very nice person. He was rude, demanding, unfaithful
          and believed that women were placed on earth just for his
          pleasure. Conrad would lie, cheat and use every form of deceit
          and coercion to obtain what he wanted. Unfortunately for me, and
          as it turned out for Conrad also, I did not know these things
          about Conrad when we were married. Only later did I learn that he
          had married me for my money and a life of leisure. But then I
          suppose you are not surprised by that since you were all deceived
          by his slimy charm." Allyson began her litany of denunciation.
         
          I stood before them with my head bowed, humiliated beyond
          measure. Oh what Allyson was saying was true, but I could see
          from their amused expressions that they were delighting in what
          Allyson had done to me.
         
          Once I realized I had married such an unfaithful scoundrel I
          was so disturbed, I flew to France to visit Mother and seek her
          advice. While there I learned of her new profession, how she had
          gathered together experts that specialized in converting men into
          women. She was doing a brisk business as many women brought their
          husbands, boyfriends, and sons to her for conversion into a more
          acceptable person. It then became clear to me that I must do this
          to Conrad, not just as punishment for his infidelity but also to
          prevent him from hurting any more women. Now Conrad has become
          what he was always chasing after. He had a constant desire to
          unite with women in an intimate way, and now I have given him the
          ultimate in intimate union with everything female. Because Connie
          is totally female now. So ladies please make Connie welcome to
          our group, for she is truly one of us now."
         
          Some cheered, some laughed, and some quietly applauded, but
          it was extremely obvious that what Allyson had done to me met
          with their approval. Nancy came over and led me to a chair
          between Allyson and her mother, reminding me to handle my skirt
          properly to prevent wrinkles. Allyson invited everyone to begin
          eating and the maids began serving heaping plates of fruit,
          bacon, eggs, pancakes and toast. I wasn't offered any of that but
          was served a half a grapefruit, black coffee, diet toast, and fat
          free fruit jelly. The conversation flowed gaily around the table
          as everyone ate. I was sure I was the subject of the moment as
          most were looking directly at me as they talked. Even the small
          amount of food I had was difficult to eat with everyone staring
          at me and laughing and discussing me with those around them. I
          had begun to so love my new appearance and had been quite content
          in my new gender, finding pleasure in my clothes, my body and
          especially in having my hair done; but being the center of
          attention knowing that all of these women knew exactly what had
          been done to me had become very depressing.
         
          "Ladies, if you will give me your attention please? When we
          have all finished eating we will adjourn to the Center Mall this
          morning where Connie is to have her first permanent wave. I have
          made arrangements to have space arranged where you all can be
          seated and see the whole process. Then we will all do some
          shopping together with Connie and you are all welcome to select
          any items you find attractive. It will be my treat to thank you
          for participating in Connie's coming out party. When we have
          finished we will all go to the Country Club for lunch." Allyson
          announced.
         
          Oh no, I knew the Center Mall! It had been a large
          department store around the turn of the century but had stood
          vacant for a number of years until the downtown redevelopment
          committee had devised a plan to turn the three story building
          into an interior mall by gutting the building and rebuilding to
          accommodate a number of smaller shops. The Beauty Salon there was
          in the middle of the ground floor and was the only shop in the
          middle of the mall. It was constructed in the art deco style with
          glass walls and roof. Everyone on all three levels could see into
          the main area of the salon!
         
          Allyson had arranged for all of the women to be picked up by
          limousine and brought to the mansion. The limousines were now
          lined up in front waiting to transport us to the mall. All the
          way to the front drive I was approached by first one and then
          another woman and subjected to their comments.
         
          "Darling, I can't believe how beautiful you have become!"
         
          "Connie dear, I didn't know you liked such large breasts!
         
          "I think you should thank Allyson, I would have just cut
          your thing off and thrown you out!"
         
          Finally we reached the limos and I was loaded up with
          Allyson, Madame, and Suzanne. It seems that Allyson was confident
          that I no longer needed my keepers, Betty, and Nancy. Certainly
          she was right, any resistance I might have shown had been washed
          away in the sea of female hormones I had been immersed so totally
          in. Actually when reflecting back I knew it was the day I was
          castrated when I gave up and Madame had achieved my total
          submission. I had borne the shame and humiliation all through the
          meal but when the women began to make comments in their laughing
          manner I began to lose it. As we traveled to the Center Mall soft
          sobs began to shake me to my soul.
         
          I had always loved the Center Mall restoration, the
          committee had chosen to restore the decor to the glory days of
          the downtown area, the late 1940's and early 1950's. Although the
          merchandise was up to date of course, the furniture, display
          counters, the dining areas, and the rest rooms were all as they
          would have been during that period. Even the salon where I used
          to have my hair trimmed had equipment that looked like it had
          been there for decades. Everything had been rebuilt and restored
          of course.
         
          We arrived and began our way into the mall with Allyson
          walking beside me at the head of the group. The progress was slow
          of course due to my hobbled stride and it seemed that everyone in
          the mall turned to look at the strange procession. It seemed that
          every eye was on my nearly exposed jiggling breasts and wiggling
          rear caused by the hidden hobbles.
         
          "Oh Allyson she is so feminine, you have done a wonderful
          job with Connie." we were greeted effusively by the salon owner.
          "I have arranged everything as you requested, and as you know
          Suzanne was here yesterday to test the equipment and prepare the
          supplies. So if you will all come into the center of the salon
          where we have set it all up Suzanne can get started on Connie's
          perm."
         
          While all the ladies were led to the center of the salon
          Suzanne brought me to the rest room lounge and helped me remove
          my dress and jewelry. The rest room and storage areas of the
          salon had been made opaque by the ingenious use of a vinyl
          material that made the glass look somewhat like it had been
          pearlized, while leaving the rest of the salon in full view of
          everyone in the mall. A pink wrap smock was provided and Suzanne
          brought me back to the center of the salon. This area was used
          most often by various manufacturers representatives for holding
          seminars about their products. Since this salon was the largest
          in the area, stylists from many salons in the area would be
          invited to learn the latest in hair cutting, coloring, and
          perming. It was fully equipped with a shampoo / styling station,
          all of the modern styling appliances such as blow dryers, trays
          of many colored perm rods, and plastic rollers, and a large
          chrome old fashioned hair dryer on a stand with a chair. A
          beautifully restored and very imposing permanent wave machine
          with all of the dials, knobs, and many clamps hanging at the end
          of the electrical wires dominated the scene. This station was
          elevated above the floor level so the audience would have a clear
          view of the activities being performed. Today, comfortable chairs
          had been arranged in a semi-circle around the station for the
          gathering Allyson had arranged.  
         
          "Go ahead and sit in the styling chair Connie" Suzanne said
          as we neared the elevated platform.
         
          All of Allyson's guests were seated in the chairs provided
          and were busily chatting away as I was seated in the chair
          Suzanne had brought me to.
         
          Allyson rose from her front row seat and addressed the
          group. "Ladies this is what we have all come here for today.
          Although Connie has had her hair styled in many different ways
          and has been either in curlers or having her hair done at least
          once a day and sometimes twice a day as part of her training, she
          has never had a permanent wave. I think you will all agree that
          this is an essential step that we all have experienced in our
          journey to womanhood. The first time we were taken to a salon by
          our mothers for a perm was really a milestone toward our
          maturity. Perhaps such an event could even be considered a rite
          of passage for a woman. I promised Connie many months ago that I
          would bring her here for a perm when she was ready. She has had
          many experiences in the last few months that are not normally
          available to men as part of her transition to womanhood. So today
          Connie will get to experience the thrill of having her first
          beauty salon permanent wave. Please help Connie enjoy her
          thrilling experience."
         
          After I was seated in the chair, Suzanne raised the styling
          station counter top to reveal a shampoo bowl, she ran the water
          through the hose into the bowl, frequently testing with her wrist
          until satisfied she had the right temperature. Then she placed a
          vinyl cape around my shoulders, a towel around my neck,  moved
          the chair back to a reclining position and began washing my hair
          for the second time this morning.
         
          [For my readers that have not had the experiences of having a
          salon perm, or having your hair set on those lovely rollers, I
          can only say that you should try to have this done to you as soon
          as possible. There is nothing else that is so quick, and easy to
          obtain, that can provide such feelings of femininity. The process
          is just as exciting as the results obtained. I have had all of
          the things concerning hair styling described in this story with
          the exception of braiding, done to my hair many times. The
          feelings that Connie described of wanting to see her finished
          hairdo but not wanting to have the rollers taken out are real,
          wearing your hair in rollers for hours can provide great
          enjoyment. Sincerely;Sandy]
         
          "Well honey, are you doing all right so far? You have been
          so quiet this morning, you don't seem too happy." Suzanne
          chattered as she finished shampooing my hair.
         
          "I am feeling better now Suzanne, I guess I have just been
          depressed about having to face my past. It has been so
          humiliating to face everyone." Connie replied as Suzanne raised
          the chair back to the vertical position.
         
          "Well Connie, that is what Allyson had planned for you dear.
          Some of the girls are obviously gloating over your fate, and some
          of them seemed to be slightly shocked, and maybe one or two are
          sorry about what has happened to you. But you and I are the only
          ones that know how much you have come to love being a woman. I'm
          sure you have felt some humiliation and shame but I also know you
          wouldn't go back even if you could. I have watched you change,
          and there is nothing you want more than to be right here about to
          get a permanent wave." Suzanne spoke quietly to Connie.
         
          In a hushed tone Connie replied "You are so right Suzanne, I
          do love this! I love every thing I have become. I love my
          beautiful breasts, my soft and jiggling butt, and oh how I love
          the way my new pussy feels. But maybe most of all I especially
          love to have my hair done. I love the rollers and clips, and how
          I look when you have set my hair, and I love the bouncy curls
          after you comb the set out. Right now I am so excited I can
          barely be still."
         
          Suzanne combed through Connie's towel dried hair, and
          started separating it into sections and pinning them out of the
          way. Suzanne then began to cut Connie's hair into precise layers
          to form the basis for the new permed style.
         
          "You are cutting my hair!" Connie squealed.
         
          "Don't worry Connie, Your hair will still be long, I am just
          cutting in the layers necessary for the new style Allyson has
          picked for you." Suzanne replied.
         
          Although Connie could see now that her hair was still long
          in back she was still worried. She had come to love her hair as
          it had grown longer, even if Suzanne had complained about the all
          one length hair being very difficult to style. Suzanne finally
          stopped snipping and combed through Connie's now almost dry hair.
          Taking a blow dryer she finished drying the hair while combing it
          in different directions to check the layers for proper length and
          position. The she began applying a solution to Connie's hair and
          combing it through to the ends.
         
          "I am going to be giving you a very special permanent
          Connie." Suzanne said, talking loud enough for the assembled
          audience to hear. "The company that invented the permanent wave
          many years ago first used a formula to soften the hair and then
          the curls were formed by steaming until the formula was steamed
          out of the hair. The heat hardened the hair in its new shape on
          the rods. It was necessary to use a machine like the one we have
          here on the stage with us. Later developments created the cold
          wave where the hair was wound on plastic rods and an alkaline
          solution was used to soften the hair. After a sufficient time the
          hair was rinsed and an acid based solution was used to neutralize
          the alkaline waving solution. All permanents until recently were
          based on this method. In recent years many improvements have been
          made to cause less damage to the hair during waving. Some
          permanents even use chemically induced heat to make the curls
          stronger and longer lasting. These so called cold waves and the
          exothermic waves still cause some damage to the hair because of
          the chemicals used. When it was decided to rebuild all of the old
          equipment that is being used in this salon the permanent wave
          company that built these machines originally was contacted to see
          if they could develop a new type of heat permanent that could use
          the machines. That would eliminate the harsh chemicals that were
          being used in the exothermic waves to create heat, and might lead
          to a completely new permanent wave that would have all of the
          advantages of the chemical heat waves such as firm and long
          lasting curls." Suzanne explained as she began to roll Connie's
          hair on the special plastic perm rods.
         
          "Did they do that, I mean make a new type of wave, is that
          what you meant by a very special permanent you were going to give
          me?" Connie asked, interrupting Suzanne's explanation.
         
          "Yes exactly." Suzanne replied. "This new perm uses a very
          mild solution to soften the hair, and the permanent wave machine
          is used to supply the heat to create firm long lasting curls. The
          heat used is a much lower temperature than originally used. and
          by replacing the chemicals used to generate heat, the waving
          process is much more gentle to the hair."
         
          Suzanne was swiftly parting Connie's hair into narrow
          sections, wrapping the ends in an end paper, then rolling the
          hair on the rods firmly to the scalp. As Suzanne secured each rod
          in place Connie could feel a tautness in her scalp. Suzanne had
          turned Connie to face the mirror when she started rolling her
          hair on the rods. Connie had never had her hair set in this
          manner and the appearance of the perm rods rolled firmly to her
          scalp was exciting her greatly. The solid perm rods were smaller
          in diameter than the hollow plastic rollers Suzanne had always
          used before, and they gave a totally new appearance to Connie.
          As Suzanne finished placing the last rod around Connie's face and
          began to roll the top Connie said-----
         
          "Oh Suzanne, I look so different with my hair rolled so
          tightly to my head!"
         
          "Yes you do Connie, but do you like what I am doing to you
          so far?" Suzanne asked.
         
          "Oh Yes" Connie said, her new soprano voice becoming husky
          with the excitement she was feeling."
         
          Yes, Yes, Yes, Connie thought. There was something about the
          precise placing of the rods and the tightness, so different than
          anything she had ever experienced before. It was almost as if she
          was being restrained, or something similar. She gazed at herself
          in the mirror and the strange and different way she looked with
          these rods rolled so firmly to her head, so many of them that
          each one almost touched the ones on each side. She was fascinated
          at the way she looked now with so many rods on her head and
          Suzanne busily adding more. The feeling of added tightness as
          Suzanne secured each additional rod just seemed to add to her
          excitement. She was so preoccupied with her appearance she had
          not even noticed her fluids starting to spread into the sanitary
          napkin she was wearing.

          Suzanne continued adding perm rod after perm rod,
          Jacking the styling chair up to roll the last ones at
          the back. When she finished rolling Connie's hair on
          the perm rods she placed a roll of cotton all around
          the hairline to control any drips from the waving
          lotion. Then she re-wet the hair on each rod with the
          waving lotion.
         
          While Suzanne was completing the task of rolling
          all of Connie's hair on the perm rods, Connie slipped
          into a trance as she gazed at her reflection.------  
         
          Thoughts began to flit through her mind - -
         
           - -To have the most beautiful hair you must have a
          permanent wave.
         
          ----------The greatest joy for you will be to have your
          hair permed at the salon in front of Allyson and the
          women you have so despicably used. ---------
         
          ----------Ask Allyson to have your hair permed at the
          salon so all the ladies you have known can share in
          this wonderful experience with you. ------
         
          As these thoughts flew through Connie's mind she
          began to unconsciously rub her thighs together as her
          fluids flowed and her excitement began to build. When
          Suzanne started to place the roll of cotton around
          Connie's rods she came out of trance and realized what
          she was doing. Thankfully she was turned to the mirror
          and away from the watching eyes of the group Allyson
          had assembled. A thrill went through her as she watched
          Suzanne re-wet her hair that was rolled onto so many
          perm rods. The feeling of being restrained or bound by
          these tightly wound rods in her hair intensified and
          she trembled with excitement.
         
          "There now you are all rolled up and the waving
          lotion is on ready to do it's work of permanently
          curling your hair. Now lets just go over and get you
          situated under the permanent wave machine so I can hook
          you up and get the lotion activated."
         
          As Suzanne turned the styling chair back to face
          the audience Connie was surprised to see that a woman
          was videotaping and another was taking photographs of
          Suzanne giving Connie her perm. When she arose from the
          styling chair the motion recaptured the attention of
          the group of ladies and she could hear them giggling,
          laughing and commenting on her appearance. However
          Connie was much too excited by this time for their
          actions to have any effect on her pleasure. Suzanne
          placed her in the chair under the permanent waving
          machine and began to place the clamps that hung from
          the insulated wires over each of her wound curls.
         
          Oh this is so exciting Connie thought to herself.
          Oh I love the feel of the tightly wound rods and the
          weight of the clamps. As Suzanne attached more and more
          clamps the restriction the connecting wires was causing
          the feeling of restraint to heighten as her ability to
          move her head was slowly being reduced..Oh I wish I
          could see how I look with all these clamps and wires
          attached to my curls.
         
          "Ok Connie, I have a clamp on each of your perm
          rods and I am setting the machines temperature and
          timing. With this perm it does not get hot just warm
          enough to activate the waving lotion. You will be under
          the machine for only thirty minutes, so the clamps and
          wires should not be too tiring." Suzanne said as she
          finished setting the controls on the top of the
          permanent waving machine.
         
          Suzanne left the range of sight that Connie was
          restricted to by being attached to the machine, but
          returned shortly pushing a large mirror on caster
          wheels. She placed it directly in front of Connie so
          that all she could see was her reflection.
         
          Yeees, Yeeeees, Connie thought, this is wonderful.
          The sight of herself with all of the perm rods and the
          clamps attached to them caused Connie's nipples to
          swell with joy. She looked at the rods and clamps, she
          looked at the wires connecting her to the machine, she
          looked at all of it, she couldn't get enough as her
          eyes flitted from one thing to another.
         
          Connie continued to stare at herself, totally
          absorbed with the vision. The tautness of the perm
          rods, the warmth from the clamps of the permanent wave
          machine, the vision of her hair tightly wound on the
          perm rods, the knowledge that she was firmly connected
          to this machine that was going to give her a head full
          of permanent curls, all served to bring her to a state
          of extreme sexual excitement.
         
          "Eeeeeeee,Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" a continuous high
          pitched keening sound burst from Connie's lips as her
          eyes glazed over and wave after wave of passion swept
          her to peak after peak of ecstasy.
         
           The mental conditioning of months and months of audio
          and video programs designed just for this purpose
          caused the sensations from her rock hard nipples and
          pulsing womanhood to bring Connie to the most
          stupendous orgasm she had ever had.
          Her audience had applauded softly as Madame
          explained to them what was happening to Connie. Most
          were delighted that Connie had been conditioned to
          respond this way, finding it most appropriate that she
          would receive her greatest enjoy from participating in
          the utterly feminine ritual of having her hair
          permanently curled. Although some present thought
          Allyson and Madame had not been harsh enough and were
          wrong to provide such pleasure to their former
          tormentor.
         
          Connie continued to twitch and tremble in the
          throes of passion, totally unaware of her surroundings
          until Suzanne finally came to turn the permanent wave
          machine off.
         
          "Are you okay Honey?' Suzanne asked.
         
          "Hunh,---what--oh--yes, yes I am, Oh Suzanne it is
          so wonderful to have my hair permed" Connie replied
          still breathless from her experience.
         
          Suzanne smiled at Connie as she began to remove
          the many machine clamps from the perm rods. It really
          worked she thought to herself, the months of
          conditioning had actually caused Connie to have a
          tremendous orgasm! Suzanne thought it was perfect that
          Madame had trained Connie to respond in this way.
          Having a permanent wave was so routine and mundane to
          ordinary women, surely this was the height of Conrad's
          fall from masculinity. ---- Suzanne smiled to herself
          and wondered, do you suppose Madame would let me watch
          those tapes?
         
          Connie watched the mirror in fascination as
          Suzanne removed the permanent wave machine clamps from
          each perm rod. A feeling of regret swept over her, oh I
          liked this so much! I wish I could be fastened to this
          wonderful machine every day.  -----------Oooh I think
          it is starting over, as the feelings of sexual
          excitement started again
         
          "Ok Connie, back to the styling chair so we can
          rinse and neutralize to fix those curls in place."
          Suzanne said still smiling, as Connie walked to the
          chair on rubbery legs.
         
          Suzanne removed the towel from around Connie's
          neck and replaced it with a fresh one. Then she raised
          the top of the counter again and released the latch to
          move the chair back to the reclining position. She
          started the water running to warm it and removed the
          roll of cotton from around the perm rods. After testing
          the water temperature she started rinsing the waving
          lotion from the perm rods.
         
          "I will rinse for about five minutes to remove all
          of the waving lotion. Is the water too hot?"
         
          "No, it is a little warm, but not too hot."
          replied Connie dreamily.
         
          "Good it needs to be warm, we don't want to chill
          the hair until the curls are hardened in place by the
          neutralizer. I will apply the neutralizer and leave it
          on for five minutes and then I will remove the rods and
          you can see your new curls" Suzanne replied, and then
          resumed their conversation after finishing the rinsing
          process. "Now you can raise up and I will blot the
          curls dry with some towels."
         
          Suzanne finished blotting the curls and then
          turned the chair so Connie was once again facing the
          mirror. As Suzanne placed a fresh roll of cotton around
          Connie's rods Connie thought to herself -------
         
          I love the way I look with my hair rolled on these
          perm rods, I want to see my permed curls, but wish she
          would leave the rods in. I could just look at them for
          hours.
         
          Suzanne applied the neutralizer generously to the
          hair on each rod, making sure each curl was saturated
          with the fluid then said while patting Connie on the
          shoulder. ---
         
          "Five minutes then we take the rods out and rinse
          again."
         
          Connie was delighted to have five more minutes to
          look at her hair all set on the perm rods. The
          excitement was building again as she thrilled to the
          vision before her.
         
         
          When the little timer Suzanne had set rang, she
          turned the chair around and tilted Connie back to the
          shampoo bowl again. Suzanne removed the perm rods and
          end papers and said ------
         
          "Oh your perm came out just right. Your curls are
          firm and well defined. I will just rinse now for a few
          minutes and then I can set your hair in the new style.
          You are just going to love the bounce and spring in
          your new hairdo, it is going to be gorgeous. There that
          is enough rinsing, I am going to pat it dry with some
          towels and then I can start setting it on the styling
          rollers. Don't be nervous when you see your perm, all
          perms look too curly when wet and just off the rods."
          Suzanne said as she raised the chair up and turned it
          to face the mirror.
         
          "Oh, Suzanne it is so curly!" Connie cried.
         
          "It will be just fine, remember I just told you
          all perms look too curly right off the rods." Suzanne
          said trying to calm Connie.
         
          "No, I didn't mean I that I don't like it, I do!"
          Connie replied as she looked at the pile of quarter
          sized ringlets that covered her head.
         
          Suzanne sprayed Connie's Hair with a conditioning
          setting lotion and combed it through with a large
          toothed comb. Then she began parting the hair and
          setting the strands on the plastic rollers that Connie
          loved to see so much. Connie was delighted to see her
          hair being set for the second time today.
         
          "Will I be going home with my rollers in?" Connie
          asked hopefully.
         
          Smiling at Connie in the mirror Suzanne replied --
          "No dear not today, although I know you would love
          that. As soon as I finish setting your hair you will go
          under the dryer. Then I will comb and brush you out for
          the finished style. You must look your best for lunch
          at the country club."
         
          Connie could feel the excitement mounting again as
          Suzanne continued to place the rollers. Soon Suzanne
          finished and Connie was led to the hair dryer and
          Suzanne lowered the large shiny hood of the old
          fashioned hair dryer. Suzanne set the temperature and
          timer controls and walked away. Hmmph, I could use a
          magazine to read while I am drying Connie thought.
          But shortly the person who had been videotaping the
          mornings events rolled a cart up with a television set
          and a VCR, inserted a tape and adjusted it for Connie
          to view.
         
          As the tape began to roll, Connie could see it was
          a tape of her receiving the permanent wave. Oh wow she
          thought this is wonderful I can see it all over again!
          She watched raptly as Suzanne wound her hair on the
          perm rods, feeling the excitement build as she
          experienced the same joy she had earlier at this
          process. When she saw Suzanne saturating the hair on
          each rod she felt a special thrill, knowing this lotion
          had curled her hair. When she saw Suzanne connecting
          the permanent wave machine clamps to the perm rods in
          her hair she felt herself being lifted to a very high
          level of excitement. She felt to be on the brink of
          orgasm, and yet she was not getting any closer just
          feeling that wonderful glow. Suzanne appeared just as a
          bell on the hair dryer rang rousing Connie from the
          trance she had fallen into watching herself sitting
          under the permanent wave machine while it did it's work
          of making her curls. Seated once more in the styling
          chair she said to Suzanne ------
         
          "Are you sure we can't leave it set for a little
          while longer?"
         
          "Connie you little devil, I know what you are up
          to. You get a tremendous buzz while your hair is set,
          and you are just trying to get away with staying there
          on the brink as long as you can. But I am going to take
          the rollers out and finish your hairstyle, we don't
          have any time to spare if we are going to finish here
          in time for lunch. I need to touch up your makeup so
          you will get to feel and see the rollers a little while
          longer."
         
          Suzanne swiftly repaired Connie's base around the
          hair line and replaced the lipstick she had chewed off
          during her earlier orgasm. Then she took the rollers
          out and started the process of brushing and combing the
          set into the finished style. Connie was captivated by
          the way each curl that Suzanne placed sprang into
          position. Connie was slipping closer and closer to
          climax as Suzanne crafted her creation into place.
          Suzanne had layered Connie's long hair so that when she
          finished the style Connie had a mass of curls framing
          her face with all of her head also covered with fluffy
          curls. Connie's long hair in back had also been layered
          so that her hair fell down her back in a tumble of
          shiny blond curls. Connie's excitement had now built to
          the point that she was breathing rapidly as she viewed
          Suzanne's work. Then Suzanne gave Connie a large hand
          mirror and turned the chair to the audience so Connie
          could see the back of her hair.
         
          Allyson had explained to the assembled women that
          a very important part of Connie's training had centered
          on making her have an orgasm every time her hair was
          set and styled. Special emphasis had been placed on
          Connie receiving a permanent wave as they had witnessed
          the earlier climax Connie had enjoyed.
         
          OOOh, Connie thought, it is beautiful, it is
          perfectly beautiful, she turned her head from side to
          side using the hand mirror in conjunction with the
          mirror behind her so she could see all of her beautiful
          curly hairdo. She couldn't resist and reached up to
          touch the curls near her face. The sensation in her
          fingers of the spring and bounce of her permanently
          curled hair was too much as squealed her way into
          another shattering orgasm.
         
          "Oh", Connie exclaimed loudly as she recovered, "I
          love my curls, my springy, bouncing permanent curls.
          Allyson may I always have my beautiful permanent curls?
          Oh please say yes, Pleeease."
         
          "Of course you may dear." Allyson replied. "I
          shall keep you in permed curls always."
         
          "Oh thank you Allyson, dear dear Allyson you are
          so kind to me."Connie cooed as she stared into the
          mirror.
         
          Suzanne took Connie to the rest room and helped
          her remove the pink smock and allowed Connie to clean
          up the results of her to orgasm and change her soaked
          maxi-pad for a fresh one. Then Connie put her dress and
          jewelry back on and was brought back to the waiting
          group.
         
          Allyson turned to the ladies and advised them that
          the limos were out front waiting for them, and they
          began to move to the front of the mall. Several of the
          ladies came up to Connie, exchanged air kisses and told
          her how happy they were to see Connie enjoy herself as
          a woman so much. Connie blushed at their comments and
          thanked them politely. The blush and the warm feelings
          she had received from these ladies were soon gone when
          she observed the faces of some of the others. They were
          obviously not pleased with the results of Madame's
          training.
         
          During the ride to the country club, Connie,
          Allyson, and Suzanne chatted gaily, Connie thanking
          Allyson profusely several more times for being so kind
          to her by giving her the permanent and promising to
          keep her in permanent curls. When Allyson told Connie
          that she would have to have a new permanent every two
          to three months Connie was thrilled beyond belief. A
          private room had been prepared especially for the group
          and as soon as everyone was seated Allyson invited them
          to begin lunch.
          While they were eating the various courses being served
          by the waitresses, conversation was a constant buzz
          around the table. The events of the day were most often
          the subject being discussed, with some spirited
          exchanges between those who thought Allyson had done
          just the right thing and those that were disappointed
          by the fact that Conrad was actually enjoying his new
          status as a complete woman. Connie was sitting quietly
          eating her lunch and easily ignoring the conversations
          going on all around her. She was much too happy about
          how her life had turned out, and how much she was
          enjoying the day to be bothered about anything. When
          everyone had finished and were relaxing over coffee and
          cigarettes Allyson rose to address the group.
         
          " Ladies, thank you again for attending Connie's
          debut. As we all know Connie has been thrilled by the
          events of the day, and some of you seem to be happy
          with the outcome of Connie's punishment for being
          unfaithful to me, and being a menace to the emotions of
          women in general. Some of you have not been pleased and
          feel that I have made everything too pleasant for
          Connie. I will be telling you some things that will
          probably change your mind, but for now you should
          remember that I love Connie dearly and want us to share
          the rest of our lives together. Now let me start with
          some news for everyone, as you all know that when my
          father died he left the back to me, and I have been the
          sole owner. It was a large bank when I received it, but
          in the five years I have been in control the capitol of
          this bank has doubled. Recently I received an offer
          from a large national bank to purchase my bank for
          cash. After thinking this over foe some time I felt it
          would be best that I sell the bank and devote full time
          to Connie and our life together as a family. Since the
          amount will be made public soon I will tell you dear
          friends that I have received two hundred million in
          cash part of which is subject only to capitol gains
          taxes, leaving me one hundred and sixty million dollars
          after taxes."
         
          Murmuring broke out all over the group at
          Allyson's announcement. She gave them a few moments to
          comment among themselves and then continued -----
         
          "First off none of you need to worry, I have
          retained ownership of the center mall and have started
          a small new bank to handle my personal money and that
          of the business I have financed. It will be opening in
          the mall soon. Those of you that I have mortgages on
          are to go to the new bank as soon as it opens and meet
          the people. You will know all of them, since I brought
          my key people with me. All of your mortgages have been
          canceled and you no longer owe me, this is my gift to
          you for having been my good friends. This new banking
          arrangement will basically run itself, allowing me the
          free time I have never known before." Allyson paused
          again to allow the hub-bub caused by her last
          announcement to settle down.
         
          I have given my house over to my mother who has
          converted it into a clinic for the correction of male
          behavior problems and to change unsuitable husbands
          into the proper companions for their wives. For those
          of you that have been disappointed by my treatment of
          Connie, let me explain just what has been done. Conrad
          was castrated, put on large doses of female hormones,
          given breast implants, and spent almost every waking
          hour being brainwashed into loving her fate. She has
          been trained in how to walk, talk move, and behave as a
          woman. She has been corsetted, had her hair done daily,
          taught ballet, etiquette, feminine deportment, and of
          course she was given a permanent in front of all of you
          today. Any one of these things I have mentioned were
          enough to cause extreme embarrassment and humiliation.
          Then finally she received a complete sex change
          operation, including a fully functional vagina. She has
          also been trained in how to provide the sexual
          pleasures that women prefer, that in itself you should
          agree is quite a change for the former Conrad."
         
          Connie was sitting quietly with her head bowed as
          Allyson related to these women all of the humiliations
          Conrad had been subjected to. This very relating being
          possibly the most humiliating act so far. Connie had
          come to love her new life of feminine pampering, but
          now she was forced to face the women, that as Conrad,
          he had humiliated while Allyson told of all the things
          that had been done to him. Only now in the telling of
          it all did the full scope of his unmanning become
          obvious.
         
          "But as I told you before I have loved Connie even
          when she was the insufferable Conrad. Now in her new
          ultra-feminine persona she is much more lovable. Now
          that Connie has changed into a suitable companion and
          life mate I have planned an around the world trip for
          us. If you will sort of a second honeymoon. I have also
          given some consideration to starting a family. Before
          Conrad lost his manhood, semen was collected and frozen
          for the future. I plan for us to spend some time in
          Australia. A clinic there has developed a method of
          fertilizing a woman's egg in a test tube and then
          implanting the resulting embryo in the peritoneal
          cavity of the male abdomen. The fetus develops normally
          there, and of course the male carrying the child
          undergoes all of the trials and tribulations suffered
          by pregnant women. However not provisions were made for
          a birth canal in Connie's sex change so after her nine
          months of pain and misery our child will be delivered
          by ceasarean section. So you see Conrad has become in
          truth a woman the gender that he held so much contempt
          for. By becoming pregnant, and then becoming a mother
          of the child he sired he will have suffered all of the
          humiliations possible."
         
          Connie began to sob as the last detailing of his
          future was greeted by a round of applause and cheering
          from the women. Now he realized that Madame and
          Allyson, by teaching him to like all things feminine
          and making it so he receive joy by his increasing
          femininity, had finally reduced him to the lowest point
          a man such as he had been could be made to go. Connie
          sat sobbing as the group broke up. All of the ladies
          gathered around Allyson and madame to congratulate them
          on how they had broken the cruel and heartless Conrad.

          Epilogue
         
          As it turned out Connie's first pregnancy was so
          successful with the birth of a lovely girl, Allyson
          decided to stay in Australia for several years, during
          which time Connie gave birth to a second girl and a
          boy.
          Allyson was a little disturbed over the boy, but after
          some thought she realized he could be raised as a
          female and when the proper time came, Madame cold cure
          the problem of maleness.
         
          Connie suffered through many depressing and
          humiliating months, but with the constant companionship
          and ministrations to her beauty and hair by Suzanne
          whom Allyson had retained to keep Connie in Curls,
          Connie came to love her new role as the beautiful
          mother of three lovely daughters. And with a new
          permanent wave every two or three months and having her
          hair set daily, even with the other tribulations, life
          was very exciting and full of joy for Connie.