Curls  For  Conrad

                                                by  Sandy  Sullivan

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.

Jerry 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 Jerry 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