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Sandy Sullivan

A girlfriend asks a man she will be his wife if.... he becomes her complete lesbian lover!

*Note this is a reprinting of this wonderful story from Sandy Sullivan. We here at The Force Feminization Illustration Art Blog are dedicated to preserve and share classic stories like this one for its fans and be enjoyed by a new audience.

   It all seems to natural now, but when it all first started, I wasn't sure
what to think of it.  I was in my third year of college, when I met her. She
was absolutely perfect to me. She had a gorgeous very shapely body, shoulder
length beige blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and her voice sounded like music.
   She was very self confident and assured, and I was infatuated with her.
I spent every waking moment thinking about her but just could not get up
enough courage to approach her. I was only 5'6" and had a very small bone
structure for a man, I also had little body hair and had not yet started to
grow a beard. Doctors had told me not to worry that I was just going to be
a person who matured late.
   Our first date went like most usually do, dinner, dancing, ending with a
cordial but definite goodnight at her door. But on the second date, her
dominant nature became apparent, she suggested we skip the dancing and go
back to her apartment.  We started kissing and soon we were undressed and
in each others arms. She asked me if I would let her dress me up in her
clothes.  I was surprised at her request and somewhat perturbed that she
assumed the idea would be acceptable to me. She assured me it would be
great fun, and since I didn't have any body hair or beard at all, it would
be easy.
   She gave me a quick scented bubble bath, and dried me off.  She quickly
helped me put on one of her bra's and a pair of her panties.  Then she showed
me how to tuck my penis back between my legs so that I showed no bulge in
the panties.  After this, she grabbed a garter belt and some stockings and
helped me put them on.  Now the bra still looked pretty stupid without
anything filling it, so she went over to her drawer and pulled out a pair of
breast forms and placed them into the bra.  I asked her why she had them
and she promptly stated that she had them because she absolutely loved men
in dresses and kept them for just such occassions.  I was a little
disturbed that this wasn't just a spontaneous idea, but she was positive
with every thing and seemed to be excited that I had agreed to let her
dress me.
   Next she sat me down to do my hair.  My hair was past my shoulders to
about the middle of my shoulder blades on my back, and I had never really cut
the sides either, so she was pleased with that.  She started working on my
hair with a heat curlers.  While the curlers were in, she starting putting
make up on me. It all felt pretty neat, especially the lipstick, it was so
creamy.  Next came some perfume, and then she removed the rollers and started
working with my hair.  She wouldn't let me look at what she was doing.
   She then led me back to her bedroom where she gave me a full slip to put
on and then a cute little dress for me to step into it.  It was
somewhat low cut in front with lace edging and had a full skirt. She put a
belt on me and pulled it very tight to pull my waist in and put a pair of her
pumps on me.  I was surprised they fit.  She then painted my fingernails a
coral pink and had me stand up.  The pumps only had about 2 inch heels and I
had very little difficulty walking in them.  She led me over to the mirror,
and I couldn't believe it was me.  Well, she then got dressed herself again,
and we sat and drank and talked for about half the night. At the end of the
night, she talked me into going home dressed the way I was. It was a little
scary, but she convinced me that no one was going to realize who or what I
was, so I did it. After that night, she started dressing me up every time
we got together. I was really beginning to enjoy it, although I could not
understand why. We had never had intercourse and although we would kiss and
she would caress and fondle me she always stopped short of allowing me to
come.  She taught me how to walk, talk, sit, and everything else she could
and started taking me out dressed that way. She started giving me women's
clothes, and within a month after we started the little game, I would just
get dressed as she instructed before she would even pick me up.  I even
started wearing dresses when we weren't getting together.

   When classes were over at the end of the spring semester, we had become
inseperable, and I wanted to get engaged she said that would not be
possible until I had met her family. She said I needed to meet them and they
wanted to meet me and she would not be able to give me an answer until then.
I was very disappointed but told her I would be glad to accompany to her
home for that purpose. She said if everything went alright at the meeting we
could spend the summer together there. I went back to wearing my male
clothes for our trip. I did not know it at the time but she had packed most
of my feminine clothing in with hers.
   When we arrived at her parents house, we were greeted by three stunningly
beautiful women.  I was a little confused since she had said that she had a
brother.
  That's when she explained to me that after months of constant suggestions
and encouragement from her mother and herself, her father and brother
realized what a troubled, disatisfying and unsucessful life that they were
living as males, and agreed to let them start feminizing them.
    The women immediately put them on female hormones and after several
years of hormones, certain other procedures, and intensive training no one
could possibly discover that two of these beautiful women had originally
been men. She introduced her mother Victoria to me, and I could see where
she got her figure from. But I was really surprised to find out which ones
were her father and brother.  They were even more shapely than the genetic
women, having much larger breasts. She told me they both required D cups
in their brasierre's. She introduced them as Jaime' (had been her brother
James) and Phyliss (had been her dad) Phillip. 
   I asked how men could get such large breasts. She laughed and said that
they both had been given breast implants as her mother had decided that
they should be able to experience the joy of being female to the fullest
extent. They had also been required to wear tightly laced corsets
constantly to train their figures.
   When they had finally agreed with the women to submit to their desires,
they had both quit their jobs and enrolled in beauty college to be trained
for their new careers. Now they all worked together in the family beauty
salon that her mother owned before getting married.
   Pam then asked me what I thought about what they had done to her father
and brother. I said I was a little stunned, and certainly found it
unusual, but that it was quite interesting.  That's when she told me she
expected me to let her do all of that to me! She said it was all part of
being accepted into her family. To say I was shocked would certainly be
an understatement. The idea of actually having such things done to you
to look like a woman had never entered my mind. Sure, I had been wearing
womens clothing and makeup and letting her style my hair, but that was
just temporary, and even though I had begun to really like it, she was
talking about things that would be obvious and could not be undone!
   I said that I was surprised at her request and although I had been
agreeing with her requests so far I wasn't sure that I wanted to get
involved in looking like a woman for the rest of my life. It was obvious
that she was not pleasd at my answer, and she promptly reminded me of how
much I enjoyed dressing up with her. She then said I had asked her to get
engaged and if I expected her to agree to an engagement and eventual
marriage it must be on those terms. After a few moments I thought why not
agree, at least it might keep everyone from being too upset, and I did
not want to blow this first meeting with her family. I could go along
with them while I was here and when we got back to school I could then
convince her that she didn't really want to do those things to me.
Anyway I could go along for a few weeks with the harmless things like
wearing makeup and clothes and I could always refuse if she wanted to go
too far. And besides it might be fun just for the summer, after all it
seemed like her brother and father were very happy in their new personna.
After some hesitation as they all waited for my answer, I agreed to allow
her to do everything she wanted to do to me so I could become a member of
her family. She had made it plain that I would have to agree if I ever
expected to have a sexual relationship with her.
   It was right after I agreed, that her mother left the room and
immediately returned with a syringe and gave me my first shot of female
hormones. I was surprised that they intended to start so soon but since
I had just agreed I had to accept the shot and act like I was pleased.
   I was then required to get dressed in the feminine clothes that she had
brought, and I spent the rest of the month that way, having all of them
help me dress, teach me how to apply makeup, and styling and restyling
my hair. All of her family worked in the family owned beauty salon so each
day Pam and I would do all of the house work and meal preparation.
Since we were alone all day we were having a wonderful time as she tought
me how to cook and perform all of the other tasks involved in
housekeeping. Of course we spent a lot of time in bed together and I must
admit I had never been happier and my earlier concerns about her desires
to do things to me like they had her father and brother had faded during
this time. Even though we were now engaged Pam would not allow intercourse
but she patiently instructed me in how to please her by using my mouth and
tongue. Within a week or two she no longer had to fondle my penis as I
began to climax with her while licking and kissing her womanhood. My only
concern at this time was each day her mother would bring another syringe
and inject me with more female hormones.
Being injected every day was starting to worry me,as I thought if this
goes on all summer it might start affecting me before we went back to
school where I would have a chance to talk Pam out of this crazy plan
of hers.
     She and the other girls decided that they should completely restyle
my hair as it wasn't really flattering and was a lot of trouble to style.
Since we had started going together she had insisted that I keep letting
it grow and now it was so long it reached the middle of my back. While we
were still at school I had worn it in a ponytail most of the time, but
since we had been here the girls had all taken turns rolling, braiding,
and trying different things with it. But they all said it was just too
long and too straight.
     Early Friday morning the whole family brought me to the family's
beauty salon, so they could work on me before the regular appointments
arrived. I really was hesitant to go but they all insisted because it
would make me look so much better. They assured me that I would really
enjoy the experience. As soon as we arrived her mother immediately
brought me to a shampoo bowl and washed my hair. So far the girls had been
right, as she was massaging my scalp I had to admit I had never had such a
relaxing and pleasant experience when washing my hair in the shower. She
led me to her styling chair and began to shape and trim my hair, this was
surprising since Pam had made so much over my long hair and wouldn't let
me get it trimmed all year. Slightly alarmed I asked Pam if she had
changed her mind and now wanted my hair cut.
Everyone had arranged chairs around us, as her mother had directed, so they
would be able to see everything. She told me that she and her mother had
discussed everything in advance and she was sure that I was going to be
very happy with the results. I was still very nervous, but it had started
to seem to me after the first few days that everything they had suggested
to make me more feminine was very appropriate and I was beginning to have
this strange compulsion or desire to submit. ( I did not know that the
first effects of female hormones were to cause mental changes and that I
was already beginning to think like a female , nor did I know that they
were giving me the injections every day because they were using a highly
soluble form of hormones that was rapidly utilized by the body.
My wife explained this to me much later, only after she had accomplished
all of the changes she had planned. She said that this method was actually
a type of shock therapy designed to cause the maximum amount of mental
changes and chemical castration as soon as possible. This would destroy my
will to resist and would cause me to become very submissive and compliant.)

    Her mother completed the trimming and now Jaime' and Victoria, one on
each side, were rolling my hair on small plastic sticks they called rods.
Victoria was telling the size rod she wanted to use as they continued
until all my hair was rolled tightly to my scalp on these rods. The chair
I was seated in was facing a wall that had mirrors arranged so you could
see the front and both sides of yourself.
    From the first day they had been applying makeup on me, trying
different combinations, and they had finally convinced me to let them
shape my eyebrows and now they were much narrower and highly arched.
Looking at myself in the mirror with full makeup and my hair rolled on
these small rods, I was amazed at how much they had changed my appearance
in such a short time, and I began to tremble, whether with fear of what
they were doing to me or excitement because of it, I wasn't sure.
Pam opened a box and removed two plastic bottles, after opening them she
poured the contents of one into the other, put the pointed top on it and
vigorously shook it to mix it. She then snipped the end off the pointed
tip and began to apply this strong smelling solution to my hair that was
rolled on each of the rods. As I didn't know what they were doing I asked
Pam why she was putting that smelly stuff on my hair. She replied that
was how you did permanent waves, you rolled the hair on the proper size
rod for the amount of curl you wanted and then applied the perm solution
to soften the hair and make it assume the shape of the rods. I asked by
permanent do you mean my hair is going to stay in the shape of these
small rods! The whole family smiled as she said of course that's why we
are doing this, we want you to have a very curly perm. With a curly perm
for support, after we set and dry your hair it will be fluffy, bouncy and
very feminine. After she finished applying the perm solution she placed a
plastic bag over my hair and fastened it in front with a small plastic
clip. She said it would take twenty minutes for the perm to process.
    She turned my chair around to face the family and with a very stern
expression asked me why I had expressed concern about having my hair
permed. When I said that yes I was concerned, and that going from
straight hair to very curly hair seemed like a very drastic step. She
replied that getting your hair permed might be new to me, but compared to
the many other things she had planned this was a very minor change.
   She then asked if my concern over an everyday beauty treatment
meant I was having second thoughts about letting her do everything to me
that they had done to her father and brother. When I hesitated, she
reminded me in a very dominating voice that I had agreed to those
conditions in the presence of the whole family, and that they had
accepted me on that basis. She was obviously upset with me and said that
I was humiliating and embarrasing her in front of her family by
questioning anything she wanted done to me. She then said that if I
wanted to go back on my word that she would take me back to their house
as soon as the perm was finished processing and I could leave
immediately! But if I did she would never see me again!
    The silence in the salon was deafening, I kept opening and closing
my mouth but I could not make words come out, I wanted to say yes and
then I wanted to say no. My mind was speeding back and forth from desire
to continue our relationship to a paralyzing fear of how far she would go
in feminizing me. She reached out and took my hand and led me back to the
shampoo bowl telling me the perm was through processing and we needed to
rinse the perm solution out and apply the neutralizer. As we walked toward
that area I realized that every member of the family was staring at me
obviously waiting for my answer. She removed the plastic cap and rinsed my
hair for several minutes, and then blotted it with a towel. She then
snipped the top off of another squeeze bottle and began applying the
neutralizing solution to my hair, as she bent over me she said that the perm
was almost complete and as soon as she had rinsed the neutralizer out and
removed the rods that we were going back to the styling chair and at that
time If I did not confirm our prior agreement that I would have to leave
immediately.
     Her voice was very cold and emotionless and her stern expression hurt
me very deeply. She said almost in a whisper that if I let her do as she
wanted she would make me very happy, and that I would always be thankful
that I had made that decision. She also said if I decided against her
wishes I would never know the great joy that I could experience by
allowing her to change me into a woman.
    She returned me to the styling chair and faced it to the mirrors and
started combing through my hair. My long hair was now a mass of spiral curls
and I realized what I would look like if I had to leave now. She turned
the chair around to face her family and asked me if I intended to confirm
my earlier agreement to allow her to do to me what they had done to
Phyliss and Jaime. I was finally able to manage very weak yes in reply.
She then told me to raise my eyes up and look at her and said do you agree
that you will accept every treatment or process that I want you to under
go. I said in a slightly stronger voice that I would. She then asked if I
would agree to have my body and face shaped by medications and surgical
procedures in whatever manner she desired, and I said yes that I would
agree to her every desire. At that moment she bent down, placed her hands
on each side of my head and turned my face up for a kiss. As she kissed me
she sucked out all of my breath and pushed her tongue as deeply as it
would go into my mouth and then held my head tightly to prevent me from
pulling back. I began to feel faint and as she continued to caress my
mouth with her tongue I had a tremendous climax! It seemed as if my whole
body was just flowing out through my penis. When she felt me relaxing
from weakness she stepped back and said to me I told you I could make you
very happy. Everyone must have known what had happened, but chose to
ignore it to save me the embarassment, each one then kissed me on the
cheek and gave me a hug in acceptance of my submission. 
   I was totally shaken and confused by what had just happened, but now
understood that Pam had expected and planned this to happen. While
dressing me that morning she had tucked my penis between my legs and
placed a large sanitary napkin in my panties explaining the pad was in
case I got too excited and had an accident. She then told me to pull my
panties up snugly to hold everything in place. She had never had me wear
a pad before so I thought it was unusual. Her comment about an
accident seemed odd at the time since we both had noticed that it had
taken me a long time last night to get erect. Obviously she knew some
things she wasn't telling me since I had just filled that pad without
having an erection! I didn't know such a thing was possible.
   Victoria then took charge and reminded everyone that was almost time
to open and for them to get ready for their first appointments.
Pam helped me to the ladies room as my legs were still weak and trembling.
She had me stand and hold up my dress while she removed my panties and
sanitary napkin. She smiled and showed me how much fluid was in the pad
and asked if I had ever had a better climax. I admitted that nothing had
ever come close to that feeling. She very sweetly washed me and then
handed me a fresh napkin and said that I should wear one all the time from
now on since once that first emission occured I would be likely to have
what she called spontaneous emissions at almost any time. I told her I
didn't understand how that could happen without having an erection. She
said that I was already beginning to receive the rewards she had promised
me and that now I would not have to worry about erections as I received
more hormones and other treatments I would soon have all of my orgasms
just like the other women did.
    She then took me back to her mother who started rolling my hair up on
some hollow plastic tubes and secured them in place with several metal
clips. While she was rolling my hair her mother told me that I had made a
very wise decision and if I would try very hard to accept her daughters
wishes that I would began to experience wonderfull feelings as I became
more feminized.
     She said that I was in the most difficult period right now, but
after the hormones began to take effect and my breasts started growing
I would really be very happy and would even become impatient because I
would want to have more and more things done to me so I could be
beautiful and feminine.I had been just sitting there while she rolled
my hair and not realizing it I had actually been enjoying it and although
I would not admit it I was now actually anxious for her to finish with my
hair because I really wanted to see how pretty it would be. But her comment
about my breasts growing almost brought me back to reality. I had secretly
been worrying to myself because my nipples had been so tender for the last
couple of weeks and had this wonderfull tingling when I touched them.
I had not told anyone about this I guess because I didn't want to face the
fact that something was happening and I was enjoying it. Obviously if my
breasts did start growing I was going to have a much harder time going
back to my old self when the summer was over. Worse yet was that I had
started checking every morning to see if they had grown any and now had to
admit it was because I was wanted them to. Oh' what was happening to me I
shouldn't be enjoying having my hair permed and be wanting my breasts to
grow BUT I WAS!
    Pam came back just as her mother finished setting my hair and she took
me over to a row of hair drying chairs, placed a dryer hood over my hair
and handed me a some womens magazines, she said she would check on me in
a few minutes and turned the dryer on.
    I was just opening the first magazine when Jaime brought a manicure
table over and said Pam had told him to do my nails. I found that a little
strange since our first day at her familys' house she made me let them
grow and had Jaime file and polish them every few days, they even had a
fresh polish job on them now. She placed one of my hands on the table and
began removing the polish. We couldn't talk without shouting because of
the noise from the hair dryer, and the heat was making me drowsy anyway,
so I put the books down and closed my eyes for a few minutes.
I guess I had been aware that she was doing a lot of shaping and buffing
but it felt so good napping I didn't even open my eyes to watch.
    Pam had turned the dryer off and was pushing on my shoulder to wake
me up. Jaime was gone, when I awoke and I smiled at Pam and said that I
must have been really sleeping. I looked at my nails then and discovered
that they were now very long, extending at least 3/8" past the ends of my
fingers. She saw me looking and said those are ceramic nails and they
have been glued to yours. Jaime had done them in a deep vibrant red and
they were extremely shiny. I didn't know if I would be able to do
anything with them , but they were absolutely beautiful. I must have been
staring at them for a while because Pam asked me if I liked them, not
thinking I said Oh' I love them they are so lovely, thank you for having
them done. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wondered why did
you say that? But the words had just sort of bubbled out. Even while I
was thinking I shouldn't say anything to encourage her I looked at my
hands and was thrilled all over again. ( If you are thinking that I was
confused, saying one thing and then thinking another, you are right.I
kept telling myself to try not to show approval for what she was doing
to me but I was loving everything that was happening. I had even been
thrilled to see myself with my hair all set on the rollers. (I thought to
myself, quit resisting, you can change it all back as soon as you get back
to school. Why not go ahead and enjoy everything now.)
    Pam took me back to her mother's styling chair and Victoria removed
all the rollers and pins and then placed a shiny satin like bonnet over
my hair. Pam said that would protect my hair while I was getting a facial.
As we walked through the salon that was now filled with patrons, I was
concious of the swishing of my stockings and the clicking of my heels.
I was even more concious of the fact that I liked the feel and sound of
them.
    I had noticed that Phyliss, Jaime and I all had on heels, while
all the "real" women in the family were wearing low quarter nurses
type shoes. I also had noticed that that Victoria wore uniforms with
pants and tops, and Phyliss and Jaime always wore uniform dresses with
hose and high heels. I was wondering if there was some significance in
this when I saw that of the other beauticians working in the shop some
wore pants and some wore dresses. Pam noticed me looking all around,
and asked me what I was doing. I told her what I had been wondering about
and she began laughing and then said that I was very perceptive because
as far as she knew no one had ever discovered that there  really was a
pattern in their dress codes. She explained that everyone that had been
born as females wore pants as a symbol of of their superiority, and those
who had been born male were never allowed to wear pants again. She
laughed again when she saw that I was puzzled and said come on in the
office with me and I will tell you all about it while we wait for
Phyliss to finish with her present appointment.
    She said that many years ago her mother had a continous problem
keeping beauticians at work. They were always getting pregnant or moving
away when they got married and that most of the young ones were just
working until they could find a husband anyway. During this time a young
man had come in her salon and asked her if she would be willing to style
his hair. She said of course she would and told him when to come back
for his appointment. When he returned he had even brought a picture of
how he wanted his hair to look, she said that picture in the frame on the
corner of mothers desk is the one she took of him when she had finished.
I saw a pretty face and a curly hairstyle that had been popular some
years back, as I remembered several of the ladies at the orphanage where
I had lived had worn their hair in that style, and it seemed they were
always going to the beauty salon to as they said "have their hair done".
said that I didn't understand the connection in that story. She
replied that I had not heard the whole story yet, she said that her
mother had given him a perm and set his hair and that when she had
finished he had begun to cry. Thinking she might have done something
wrong she began to comfort him and assure him that if any thing wasn't
just like he wanted she would do everything she could to make him happy.
He said that she had done his hair perfectly and that he was just so
happy he could not help but cry. As they continued to talk she learned
that he had always wanted to be a girl but until he had graduated from
school his mother who he still lived with had made him live completely
as a boy. He had been unable to get a job in any of the normal male
occupations of the time and had become so despondent that his mother had
let him dress as a girl and let his hair grow. His mother was a widow
and they had been able to live on their social security but now he
would soon be too old and would not receive any more checks. He would
join the service just to have an income so his mother and he could
continue to keep their home. Since his birthday was only six months
away he had decided to have his hair done and live as a girl until
the last minute. After he left Victoria continued to think about him
to see if there was any way she could help. Although she had refused
to let him pay her and told him to come back twice a week so she could
keep his hair looking nice, she still wanted to help him find a way to
be happy. She thought of the perfect way the next day when her first
appointment for the day arrived. Dr. Patricia Manning was her
gynecologist and long time friend, while she was doing her hair she
asked her if it really was possible to change a man into a woman as she
had read in some of those tabloids. Dr. Manning assured her that it
certainly was and that during her surgical residency she had served on
the gender reassignment team of the foremost New York hospital and had
personally participated in the conversion of over twenty formerly male
patients.
     Victoria learned some more of the details from her and then
an idea began to form of how she could solve her problem of keeping
beauticians and perhaps help that young man. She met with the young man
and his mother and offered to pay his way through beauty college, hire
him to perform all the cleanup and maid duties at her shop, and pay for
his complete change into a woman. She asked in return that the son agree
to work for her at regular wages for as long as she owned a salon.
    Of course they were thrilled at the offer and he, now she, has been
one of Victoria's most devoted and loyal employees since. As time went on
other young men became candidates for this program, and by the time she
had converted eight more, her thoughts had turned to her sorry husband
and worthless son. Neither one could keep a job very long, and were
always drinking and getting in trouble. Victoria had noted that all of
her converts were polite, had very mild and sweet dispositions, and were
very subservient and respectful to her. It was then that we decided to
convert my father and brother. You can see how successful that has
been. Now all the female members of this family are committed to each
other that any male brought in to this family must be completely
converted and trained to serve us and the welfare of the family.
And now we are very happy that you are joining us, and when you have
been properly prepared we can then get married.         
    I believe Phyliss has a free period now so lets get her started
on your facial. Pam told Phyliss she wanted me to have a complete
facial and to remove the regrowth on my eyebrows. Phyliss had me lay back
on the table, and began removing my makeup she then put a pack on my face
and placed some pads over my eyes and told me to relax for ten minutes
while the pack worked. Next she removed the pack and placed some more pads
over my eyes and said she was going to turn the lights up brighter so she
could see better to work on my eyebrows. I had mentioned to Pam several
days ago that the hair they plucked was growing back and she told me she
had known that but she was going to let Phyliss work on them.
When she began working it was really stinging and I told her it sure was
hurting more this time. She said it was probably because the facial had
made my skin tender. After what seemed an eternity she finally removed
the eye pads and began rubbing my whole face with an astringent, boy
did it burn when she put it on my eyebrows. Finally she began to apply
makeup again and I was glad to be getting through in here.
Besides I had been wanting to see what my hair was going to look like
now that I had been given a curly perm.
    Phyliss pressed the intercom and told Pam I was ready. I thanked
her and she told me it was her pleasure, and that it was always
gratifying to her when she could help Victoria with one of her projects
and especially so since I was Pamela's. She said she would never be
able to thank her wife and daughters for all they had done for her.
Pam escorted me back to her mothers chair and I noticed that there was
no one in the shop being worked on. When we reached Victoria's all of the
family and employees were in the immediate area and were apparently
waiting for "the unveiling". Victoria turned the chair to face my
audience, removed the bonnet, and began brushing and combing my hair.
As she worked it was obvious some were making comments to Pam about me,
and I could hear every word, they were telling her how lovely I was, and
what an excellent choice she had made. I guess it was then that I
realized that she had chosen me, I had initiated our first conversation
and had thought that I had been in control of our courtship. I now knew
that control had been hers after the first time I let her dress me in
her clothes. Their comments were embarrassing me, and I know I must have
been blushing, because I was starting to feel trembly and excited. I was
wishing Victoria would finish as I was anxious to see the results my self.
Victoria began spraying and placing my hair with her fingers so I knew
she must almost be through, at that moment she stepped back, looked at
Pam and said "well?". The family and employees began oohing and aahing
and as Pam turned me to face the mirrors they began to applaud.
    The creature in the mirror was absolutely gorgeous, perfect make up,
highly arched brows, and masses of flowing curls and waves cascading down
over her shoulders with some curls laying in front of her shoulders.
Pam was looking at me in the mirror and when she caught my eye she gave
me a questioning look, I looked back at myself and told her "I love it
and I love you for doing it to me". Just at that moment Victoria handed
her something and she placed it on my ear. Holding my ear she said I am
going to pierce your ears now. I opened my mouth to protest just as she
squeezed, I felt a sharp pain, heard a small pop and shuddered as I
began another spontaneous emission. When she touched my other ear my
flow seemed to increase, she pierced it and I fainted. When I came to
everyone except Pam and Victoria had gone back to their places. They
were both smiling at me when I came to and Pam was kissing me and telling
me how proud she was of me, Victoria was patting my hand and told me how
well I had done. Pam said as soon as we get you cleaned up again, I am
going to take you home so you can rest you have really had a big day!

    For the next six weeks Pam and I were alone at the house all day,
on the days the family was at work. We did housework and she continued
to teach me, only now she was teaching me how to walk, sit, hold my hands,
get in and out of a car, etc. I didn't know there was so much to learn.
Twice a week we would go shopping for new clothes and to the salon to have
our hair and nails done. I had begun to relish being pampered at the
salon and was always anxious to go. After several weeks had passed, I
asked Pam why my eyebrows had not grown back in. She replied because
when Phyliss did them for you she used the electrolysis machine to
remove that hair permanently. Strangely enough I was pleased to hear
that and told Pam I was delighted with my new eyebrows. She gave me
a great hug and told me how much she loved the way I was progressing.
   For a while I had still been concerned about the daily hormone
injections, but for the last week or so Pam had been giving them to me
and I had started looking forward to my injection. My breasts had started
growing as Victoria said they would and now that I could see that growth
I was really anxious for them to grow faster. I even had to remind Pam
one day that it was at least an hour past the time for my hormones. She
appeared to be delighted that I had reminded her. I had been so happy
here and now realized that the euphoric state that I was living in
was the result of the hormones. I was like an addict now, I had actually
begun to crave the feeling of those wonderful hormones entering my body.
I now knew that if I stopped receiving them I would lose this wonderful
feeling. I did not know why, I only knew I had to have them!
   All too soon the summer was over and we must return to college and I
asked Pam what we were going to do, As I could not return and take up
my old identity and schedule looking like this. What's more I said I
don't want my old identity back, even if I have to quit school!
Pam was ecstatic with my outburst, and was laughing loudly, I was
suddenly crying and stamping my heel at her laughter. She held me and
tried to tell me she wasn't laughing at me, but that she was just
laughing because she was so happy that I wanted to continue as I was.
Then she told me how precious I had looked crying and stamping my high
heels at her and we were both crying and laughing together.                 
She said I had nothing to worry about Dr. Manning had arranged to have
my name and school records officially changed.
    When we got back to school, we arranged to close my apartment and
move me into hers, since we had both lived off campus there was no
problem of who lived with who. She reminded me that I didn't need my male
clothes any more and promptly disposed of them all. After moving just a
few personal items, books, and pictures, we sold everything else of mine
and went on a fabulous clothes shopping spree, most of them being for me.
    Just before we returned to school Dr. Manning had changed the type
and dosage of my hormones and although I only received one injection a
week now my body had really begun to blossom. I had experienced several
bad weeks when changing to the new regimen, having bouts of depression,
alternating with fantastic highs and lately had not experienced any
spontaneous emissions, unless Pam and I were making love. But now my
body seemed to have adjusted to the new hormone regimen and if possible,
I was even more pleased to receive each injection. My breasts were
really growing now, and my nipples actually seemed to glow with
excitement.


   We settled in for the school year and she worked diligently, shaping,
training, molding and making me into her dream mate. Pam had started my
figure training the very first week, and I was getting used to the
constriction of my waist, as I wore a tightly laced corset at all times.
I was only allowed out of them morning and evening for two hour periods.
My body had started moving fat from my waist to my bust and hips and I
was beginning to like my new shape. Pam's studies in graduate school
were much harder than mine and it seemed quite natural and proper for me
to assume the household duties. This meant that when I wasn't in class or
studying I was cleaning, cooking, washing and ironing, and even going to
the market and running all of the other errands that are always so
necessary in any home. At first I was hesitant to venture out in public
and to go to class but her constant assurance and encouragement had me
soon delighting to go out as I now knew that my appearance was
impeccable and I only had to remember to speak softly and keep my voice
in a higher register. I did not have any classes on Wednesday afternoon
so Pam arranged a standing appointment for me with the electrolysis
instructor at the beauty college. Over a period of months she removed
the few hairs from my face that resembled whiskers, shaped my neckline
into a more feminine pattern, removed all of the hair from my armpits
and lately had been removing hair in my pubic area. Pam had instructed
her to remove all of the hair close to my penis, on and around my
scrotum, and back to and in the anal area. The only hair I had left was
on my head, which by the way had been growing much faster and thicker,
my highly arched eyebrows, my eyelashes, and a tiny odd shaped patch
above my penis. Each Tuesday evening and Saturday evening we both
went to the beauty college, which was owned by her mothers sister, to
have our hair and nails done. Although having my hair done in a salon
was becoming routine, I continued to enjoy each trip immensely, and
even though I hadn't got quite as excited as the first time Pam would
good  kid me about loving to be pampered and spoiled. Of course
she was right, I was now absolutely thrilled by every thing feminine,
and delighted in beautiful lingerie and clothes. Since we had returned
to school I had not ever been allowed to wear any type of pants, and
always wore heels, I didn't even own a single pair of flats.
I had really come to love high heels and was constantly wanting to go
shopping for more.
   One Saturday after having our hair and nails done I convinced Pam that
I just had to have some new pumps to go with my new fall clothes. She
laughingly agreed telling me how delighted she was with me because of my
exhibition of such a purely feminine instinct. I found a perfectly
adorable pair of chocolate brown lizard pumps with 4" heels and a darling
ankle strap, I loved them so much I just had to wear them out of the store.
    On our way out of the mall Pam stopped to look at some earrings in
a shop window, as we were looking I saw a set of three different sized
loops in an unusual twisted design and told Pam I thought they were
really nice. Pam had three piercings in each ear and had several matched
sets of loops but none of them were this unusual.     
    We went in the shop and Pam asked the attendant to show her the set.
I noticed a chair in the front of the shop window and went to it to sit
down. I had been too anxious to wear my new heels and the extra height
was already causing my calf muscles to cramp. Pam purchased the set and
she and the attendant came up to the chair where I was sitting. Pam said
"Do you really like these earrings?" I replied "Oh yes, they are very
unusual and I find them quite attractive." At my answer Pam reached over
and removed my pearl studs. I still had not mastered that action with my
long ceramic nails, for some reason I always fumbled with them. I said
" I don't think they will look as good if you break up the set."
Pam said "I know." and taking the instrument from the attendant pierced
my left ear twice.


 As she made the first hole I climaxed in my napkin.
(since my now flaccid penis was always tucked downward I could feel
the hot liquid flowing between my thighs which made me very excited)
When she pierced my right ear I came again. In a moment or two I noticed
my reflection in the front glass of the shop, from what I could see of
myself surely everyone passing by must know what had happened. My eyes
were opened widely and with the slack jawed look I had, surely they could
tell. I started trying to compose myself as Pam helped me from the chair.
As we started to leave the shop the attendant was smiling and said "Do
come again, I liked having you shop with us." I was so embarrassed I knew
she understood what had happened to me and was almost certain some of the
people passing by knew what was going on also. Pam asked why I was
blushing so much, and putting her arm around me, pulled me to her and
kissed me right in the middle of the mall. Shocked, I said " Pamela,
what will all of these people think?" She replied "Oh they will think it
is just a couple lesbians getting off on each other in public." I probably
turned at least two shades redder at that answer, and must have started
walking even faster toward the exit because Pam said laughingly " What
is your hurry? I said " I am so embarrassed let's please hurry home."
Not much was said on the ride home, but when we entered our apt. Pam
asked what was wrong because I had been so quiet. I answered, " I have
been thinking about what you said in the mall, about people thinking
we are lesbians. I guess that is really the truth." Pam asked "Does
that bother you?" I replied "No I don't think so, it is just that
it had never occurred to me before." Pam said " Have you begun to realize
that what I am doing to you is making my own personal lesbian, actually
custom made to my design." I said. "Tonight it finally became clear, that
is what you are doing to me is making me over just the way you want. Pam
I love what you have done to me , Please don't stop until I am exactly
like you want me to be." Pam replied "You have progressed so well that I
have no intention of stopping now."
   

I had assumed that we would be going back to her family home for Christmas
vacation. But Pam promptly told me we would be staying in the city as
there was still a lot to be done. She took me to a plastic surgeon who
changed the shape of my cheek bones, and put collagen in my lips to make
them fuller and puffier. Pam said that she wanted me to look sexy like
some of the new movie actresses. My eyebrows were lifted and my lids
tightened and my nose was made small and slender. She even had my voice
changed through surgery so that I was now a low soprano. 

   By the end of the spring semester I had been injected daily and then
weekly with what must have been very high doses of hormones, for almost
a year. I now had full A cup breasts. From the first day, that day when
Victoria injected me with my first dose of female hormones, Pam had kept
me on a very strict diet and exercise program. During the first six
months I had lost a great deal of weight, most of that being muscle loss
due to being on a low protein diet. After that time Pam completely
changed my diet and began stuffing me with milk and other fatty foods.
I had in the last five months gained back all I had lost plus some. It
appeared that most of it had been deposited on my hips, buttocks and
thighs. It felt really great having that big difference in my hips and
waist, and I did not seem to be able to stop admiring my new shape. In
fact I would spend a lot of time in front of the mirror admiring and
caressing my breasts, hips and nice round butt and would always reach
several climaxes. I should explain that by this time, not only could I
no longer could get an erection, but when I climaxed my juices just
would flow out of my limp penis. I had to wear Kotex Super-Maxi pads
in my panties all the time to absorb the flow, since Pamela seemed to
delight in telling me how beautiful I was becoming and was constantly
playing with my breasts or rubbing my buttocks even when we were in
public and this would produce an almost instant flow.
       Pam never let me wear pants at all, not even a pants-suit, and
I never wore less than 3 inch heels. I always had on full makeup, my
ears were triple pierced and my fingernails were long, bright  red,
and shiny. When Pam took me to her family's home for the summer break
she said it was time for me to have my breast implants to balance my
appearance.

We went straight to the Doctor's office and Pam told her we were ready
to enlarge my breasts. I had told Pam I didn't want huge breasts,like
they had done to her father and brother and that B or a C cup at the most
would be fine. Both she and the doctor agreed to this stipulation.
The doctor told me that to get the best results, she would use a two step
procedure. She would insert a special implant that could be enlarged
later. Then when my stretched skin relaxed, she would go in and add more
solution to shape them properly. She said this is the latest procedure
for breast enlargement as it helps prevents stretch marks.
    When I came out of surgery I had B+ cup sized breasts.  I couldn't
believe how large and heavy they felt. I was sure she would only need to
fill them out a little more in roundness, since they were large enough
but did not have quite the right shape. What a delight my breasts were
now! As soon as the soreness was gone I loved to feel the bounce and
swing as I walked and climbed stairs. Each movement I made now would
cause my nipples to tingle as my breasts jiggled. Two months later
Pamela brought me back for Doctor Patricia to finish filling the
implants.
    After I had removed my clothes, leaving only my corset, nylons, and
heels she had me lay on her table and put a little tent between my chin
and breasts, she said that was necessary because she did not want me
moving when I tried to see her working. Since the table was so short she
had me put my legs in the stirrups and strapped them in. I had been given
a Demerol shot when we first arrived and was beginning to feel a little
drowsy but when she put injections of novocaine in my breasts it really
stung. She moved to the end of the table and began examining my penis and
testicles I wanted to protest but the Demoral had really taken effect and
although I could hear what was being said, I was just too drowsy to move
or talk. She told Pamela that my penis was shrinking too fast and she
would have to start stretching it or it wouldn't be usable because there
wouldn't be enough skin left.
    Although I couldn't see what she was doing I certainly knew it when
she began injecting my penis and testicles with novocaine. She said while
we were waiting for that to become numb she would finish filling my
breasts. I saw a huge syringe as she held it up and pushed the air out of
the needle she looked at me and said that my implants had only contained a
small amount of liquid when she put them in and that this solution would
mix with what was already in them and would form a very natural
feeling gel. Although my breasts were now completely numb, I had a
sensation of pressure and a feeling of a heavy weight being placed on
my chest as she worked. I must have dozed off completely because the next
thing I knew Pamela was smiling down at me and telling me to wake up. She
helped me take my feet out of the stirrups and sit up, as I swung my legs
over the side of the table to stand up I nearly lost my balance. Pamela
steadied me and told me it might take a few minutes to get used to my new
center of gravity. They must have put the paper gown on me after Doctor
Patricia had finished working on me, I thought it sure was blousy, when I
looked down at the floor I couldn't see the toes of my shoes. Pamela held
my arm and guided me toward a floor to ceiling wall mirror. She faced me
to the mirror and raised the gown to my waist. My penis and testicles were
gone! My groin area now resembled that of a female.
 "Oh Miss Pamela what have you done to me?" I cried. " Doctor Patricia has
made some adjustments to improve your appearance. Your testicles were
removed so that they can no longer interfere with the female hormones you
are receiving. Your penis is still there, it has just been pulled tightly
back between your legs. She installed a metal sleeve just behind the head
of your penis, a powerful elastic strap that is connected to the back of
your corset is attached to a ring on the clamp. This will stretch your
penis and keep it tucked under. It was shriveling up and I want it
stretched back out. I do have plans for it and we will need all the skin
we can get.
Of course it will be impossible to get an erection with that tight sleeve
on it, but you haven't had one for a good while anyway, have you. Beside
that, look how smooth and feminine you are now."was her reply.
She then laughed and said " You will have to be careful when you sit down
since you will have your penis and the clamp to sit on." 
  Although I had never seen that part of either Jaime' or Phyliss I had
wondered whether they still had a penis and if they had been castrated.
However my curiosity had never been strong enough for me to inquire
about it. Frankly, I was probably afraid of knowing just how much had
been done to them.
  I told her I was very worried about being able to enjoy sexual
feelings and wondered if I would have orgasms now that she had castrated
me. She promised that I would not have any problems in that area but
would be even more likely to experience a more intense climax now that
the female hormones would be free to completely control my mind.
I couldn't hide the shock that hit me when I realized I had actually been
castrated! But she said she realized that I might be surprised at what she
had done but that she also knew that I was so in love with my new body and
appearance that I must have wondered about what it would be like not to
have those ugly things hanging from my now beautifully feminine body.
I had wondered many times if she planned to castrate me and have my penis
removed and had even fantasized about having my own vagina. But fantasies
aren't real! This was real. My balls were gone forever!
   Pamela reached up to my shoulders and removed the gown completely
with a flourish and said "Voila', your new breasts!" No wonder I was
having trouble finding my balance, they were huge! "You were so insistent
about not wanting breasts as large as Jaime' or Phyllis, so we made them
larger, you will now fill double D cups." Pamela stated.
I could only stare, not only were they huge, they were perfectly rounded
and the brown circles around my nipples had been stretched into almost
3 inch circles. I couldn't believe what they had done, they had made them
even bigger, after agreeing not to. Pamela made a big fuss over them
though, saying how lovely they were, and how much it thrilled her
for me to have such large breasts and of course that began to make me feel
much better about them. I didn't realize that the hormones had caused such
great mental changes that every suggestion to make me even more feminine
would subconsciously cause me to desire the changes she wanted. As I
turned first one way and then the other to see how they looked I became
so excited thinking these perfect breasts are mine, I have beautiful,
massive breasts all my own. Pamela had to steady me and started giggling
as she pointed to the puddle on the floor as my juices ran down my legs.
I could not help it, once the initial shock of their size wore off I
realized that this was what I had really wanted.
From the first time I had checked to see if my breasts were growing,
even though I could not admit it to myself then, I was envious of
Phyliss and Jaime. I wanted to have even larger and more perfect breasts
than they had.
     I turned to Pamela and said"Since I cannot hide my joy because
you have given me such beautiful breasts, I must apologize for deceiving
you when I said I did not want mine to be as large as Jaime' or Phyliss
had. I really thought that if I resisted you would be even more
determined to make them very large. From the day that you first permed
my hair and I saw how beautiful I could be, I have dreamed that you would
make me more feminine in every way than anyone Victoria or you had ever
done. I know that I am being selfish but I want to be the one you are
proudest of, and love the most."
   I had recovered from the surgery by the start of the spring semester,
but Pam never let up on her campaign to completely remake me. At every
opportunity she had something more planned. She now started having my
make up permanently done. My lips were permanently tattooed bright red.
and my eye liner was permanent. Of course we continued our weekly
ritual of shopping and going to the beauty salon twice a week to have
our hair and nails done. After my first perm Pam had always instructed
my stylist how to do my hair. Recently she had changed it from the
long spiral or rope curls and had the stylist cut my hair in layers.
It was still long, reaching to my shoulder blades, but with my new
perm the effect was now more of a curly all over fluffy and very
feminine look. I was really excited and happy with this new style and
was looking at myself in every mirror I could find. Pam was delighted
with my fascination with my appearance and kidded me for being so
silly, as I could not seem to keep from constantly touching and
fiddling with my hair. She was right, I seemed to be getting more
scatterbrained and shallow by the day. In fact my studies were
becoming more difficult and I was really having to work hard at
concentrating on what I was doing. I had maintained a 4.0 grade
average before I met Pam but they had slipped to 3.8 that semester
and now I was having to drive myself in hopes of graduating with a
3.0. Accounting and business were the farthest thing from my mind
lately, all I wanted to do was think and daydream about all the
beautiful things that had been happening to me. I seemed to be
in a continual state of excitement and euphoria over becoming so
feminine. All it would take to break my concentration would be for
my arm to brush against my breast, or feel them bounce as I
walked, even nyloned thighs brushing together filled me with a
rush of ecstasy. My heart was so filled with love and gratitude
Pam would sometimes find me with tears in my eyes as we made love.
I assured her they were tears of joy and gratitude .
    We both graduated in May, me with a BS in accounting, and Pam as
a Doctor of Pyschiatry. After graduation and the round of parties
and receptions we began packing to move to her home town where I was
to work for the family beauty business. During the past year they had
opened a wholesale beauty supply business and were planning to open
another salon. Pam would be entering practice with Dr. Manning in a
new partnership specializing in gender reassignment.
    During the Easter break we had flown to her home town to select
an apartment and furnishings. While we were there, Pam had Dr. Manning
examine me and take blood and urine samples. Dr. Manning told me I was
progressing quite well. After my exam Pam dismissed me to the waiting
room while she and Dr. Manning held a lengthy conference. Since they
were establishing a new clinic I assumed that to be the subject, and
thought nothing of being excluded.
    The movers completed loading all of our possessions by noon and
we were in the taxi on our way to the airport when I realized we would
be there a day before the movers. I asked Pam where we would be staying
until the apartment was ready. Pam said" I will be staying with my
family while you are in the hospital." "In the hospital?" I asked.
"Yes" she replied,"Dr. Manning is going to perform the final operation
tomorrow, you will be admitted to our new clinic as soon as we arrive."
Surprised I asked apprehensively, "The final operation?, what is the
final operation." Pam replied, " Your penis is going to be inverted
to create a vagina, and your urethra will be shortened and relocated.
Additionally the flesh of your empty scrotum will be used to create
the proper appearance. Then you will be completely female." 
     I suppose that I really wanted her to have my penis removed
because many times when I was looking at myself in the mirror I had
wished for it not to be there. As I would gaze at my reflection and
glory in my breasts, swelling hips and smoothly rounded buttocks the
presence of my male organ would ruin my image. 
    In fact, she said after I was healed from the operation, she would
have a little surprise for me. Because of her assurances I quit
hesitating and agreed, truthfully I had for some time been plagued by
desire to be completely and totally female. Throughout each day I would
visualize my body without that ugly limp penis and empty wrinkled scrotum
and was excited by thoughts of having beautiful sweet lips and a vagina
like Pam. To be truthful since my penis couldn't get hard anymore it
was just in the way and had become abhorrent and ugly to me.
    As the taxi pulled under the covered drive I was quite impressed .
Pam saw my appraisal and when I commented that it must have cost
a lot of money she explained that this used to be a Womans Hospital that
delivered children, and performed surgeries unique to females. They were
able to buy it at a greatly reduced price from the federal government,
after it had been seized from the former owners for tax evasion. Pam said
she thought it appropriate that a Womans Hospital would now be creating
women.
   Pam and Dr. Manning planned to accept transsexual candidates from all
over the world. They had converted two of the floors to apartments for
their out of town clients to live in during their two year conversion
period. We were met at the door by a nurse who showed us to the room I
would be using. I noticed that some of the rooms had extra locks and wire
glass windows in the doors and asked what they were used for. Pam said
they were to be used for unwilling candidates. "Unwilling I asked?". Yes
we have many requests from women, sometimes mothers, but mostly wives
who want their sons or husbands converted."replied Pam. "Since they are
brought to me under restraint, and always become hysterical when they
discover what is in store for them, I commit them for treatment and these
rooms are used until they accept their fate."Pam said. "To be quite frank,
once our services are widely known we expect to have more unwilling
patients than we can handle and are already planning an expansion.
    My room was very nicely decorated in a very feminine manner, and only
the hospital type bed and outlets identified it for what it was.
Pam said," it is now mid afternoon, Doctor Manning plans to begin
operating at 6:00 PM, I am going to the house to get settled in but
I will be back by five. The nurse will start prepping you now and
I will see you in a little while. As directed by the nurse I
disrobed and stood in the bath tub. She scrubbed me from my waist
to my knees with an orange colored disinfectant soap and rinsed me
off with the detachable showerhead. She then painted me with an
orange colored solution in the same area carefully rubbing it into
the crack of my butt, the folds of my empty scrotum and all over my
penis. I noticed how she looked at my penis, it had now been
stretched until it was at least a foot long. It did look very
strange, being attached to an otherwise feminine body. While I
stood naked in the tub to dry the nurse removed her rubber gloves
and brought me one of those too short, open in the back, hospital
gowns to put on. She told me to remove my makeup and nail polish
and watched silently as I did as I was told. When I had finished
she told me to bed over the bed and she gave me a shot in the hip.
    She had seemed to be very cold and distant and the extent of
our conversation had been her telling me what to do. She surprised
me when as she removed the needle she bent over me , kissing me on
the cheek and reached under my butt and squeezed my penis. " I'll
see you again when this ugly thing is gone. Then you will be one of
us" with that statement she turned on the television set and left
me alone in the room. I looked for a channel selector or a remote
control but found neither one.
Well I guess I just have to watch what is on. I got on the bed,
raised the head up, laid back and prepared to watch. My thoughts
were all jumbled, thinking how sudden this was happening, and
also how much I thought I had wanted this to happen, but now I was
beginning to feel the first pangs of fear. The t v came on about
then and captured my attention just as I was getting drowsy.
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