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Male to Female Transformation

Male to Female Transformation

Genre : TG SOS or Surgery/Transformation Male to Female
Story : Cristine Carter
CH – 1

The last thing I could remember was walking out of the Bank
and crossing the road to my car. I had just been to see my
bank manager to discuss transferring some money from one of
my accounts into a high interest savings account.

I had won quite a bit of money on the Lottery, enough to
change my life. I was unaware just how much my life was
going to change.

I had just reached my car door when I felt someone bump
into me. Then everything went blank…

The next thing I remember was being faintly aware of people
standing around me and talking in low voices. As my sense
started to return I tried to move but found I could not do
so. My first thought was that I must have been in some sort
of accident. My arms and legs did not respond and I tried
to speak, to attract the attention of the people standing
around me. I could only mumble and it only gradually dawned
on me that I had been gagged.

My head became clearer and I then realised that I was lying
on my back on some sort of table. I could move my head
slightly and saw that my arms and legs had been strapped to
the table.

The people standing around consisted of two men and one
woman. They ignored me as I tried to attract their
attention. It was as if I did not exist. But then I
realised that they must be talking about me as the older
man was looking at me and saying something to the woman,
who was writing down what he said. I tried to listen but my
head was still fuzzy and I could only make out some of the
words.

The man was saying, “The nose needs altering a little, to
make it cute and the eyes could do with being a little
bigger.”

As he spoke I felt him touch my face and heard him say,
“The chin looks fine, not a very strong jaw line at all.
Once we get rid of the beard it should do nicely.”

I felt him touch my hair and heard him say, “The hairline
is fine, once I have done the testes there will be no more
loss.”

It was only when the man touched my groin that I discovered
that I was lying there naked. He felt my balls and lifted
my penis, held something against it and said something to
the woman, who in turn wrote on her pad.

It was only then that they turned towards me and gave any
indication that they knew I was conscious. The man looked
at me and spoke,

“Ah, so you have come around.” He turned to the woman and
said with a smile, “Exactly on time, make a note of that,
Angie .”

The woman, Angie , wrote on her pad and smiled back at the
man. The man turned to me and went towards me.

“Now I want you to listen to me, Understand?” he said. I
nodded my head. The man continued, “You have not been in an
accident, but you are at a special clinic. The reason why
you are here is not for you to question. You will do
everything we say, and you will do it without any
hesitation or any questions.”

The man turned to the woman and nodded his head. She came
towards me with a syringe and I felt it prick my arm.

The man looked down at me and smiled, “You will soon find
that you have no alternative but to cooperate fully.”

The three of them stood looking at me. Suddenly I felt a
terrible pain in my stomach. It was like a fire had been
lit there and it began to spread. The man smiled at me as
my face contorted in anguish.

“I see you can feel the pain. Now listen very carefully, I
will not explain again.”

The man, who I was later to be told was Dr.Misty, told
me that I had just been injected with a special d**g and
that it was this that was causing my agony. The d**g was
special because it would stay in my bl**d system
indefinitely unless the antidote was administered.

The antidote, Dr.Misty explained, was known only to him
and would only be given to me when they had finished with
me. Until then the only way to stop the pain was by taking
a capsule, which he held up for me to see. This capsule
would stop the pain for twenty-four hours at a time, and I
would only be given a capsule if I had obeyed their
commands.

“You understand, any disobedience and I will withhold the
capsule until you obey. Obey us and you will get the
capsule every day before the pain returns. Understand?”

I nodded my head. The pain was so intense, like acid eating
me away. All I wanted was for the pain to go away.

I was told not to speak as they removed the gag from my
mouth. Dr.Misty held the capsule in front of my face and
smiled, “When you swallow this the pain will go very
quickly. But remember the pain will return in twenty four
hours unless you have been cooperative in every way.”

The capsule was put into my mouth, under my tongue and very
quickly the pain just vanished. I was left sweating but too
scared to speak. I did not want the pain to return.

I was then told that I should sl**p as tomorrow was going
to be very busy. They did not say what was going to happen
nor did I dare ask. To make me sl**p I was given another
injection.

I woke up the following morning to find myself still
strapped to the bed and still naked. Angie was standing over
me smiling. She undid the straps and allowed me to sit up
on the bed.

I felt self-conscious being naked and I must have blushed
because she laughed and looking down at my naked body she
said, “Maybe we will get you some clothes to wear today, if
you are good and do as you are told.”

Angie had brought me some breakfast and I was told to eat it
then to swallow a tablet. I asked her what the tablet was
for, only for her to laugh again and tell me that I would
soon find out. I must have looked fearful because she
added.

“These tablets will not cause you any pain, they are part
of your treatment.”

I asked her what exactly was my “treatment”, but she just
said that Dr.Misty would tell me in his own good time.

After I had finished eating I was allowed to wash up and
clean my teeth then Angie told me to follow her. In case I
was tempted to disobey she reminded me of the pain I would
suffer if my capsule were withheld. I followed her.

I was led into a room and told to lie on a large operating
table. As soon as I lay down the other man that I had seen
the previous day came in and fastened my arms and legs to
the corners of the bed. The man, whom Angie called, Douglas,
watched while Angie began to cut my beard with scissors.

When she was satisfied with what she had done she said
something to Douglas and he wheeled a trolley over to the bed.
Angie then picked up something from the trolley and I felt
her touch my face with the point of whatever it was.

I felt her begin to pluck at each single hair of my beard
and I realised that she was using electrolysis to remove
all the hairs from my cheeks and chin.

It took quite some time but gradually she covered all of my
face and then proceeded to work at my eyebrows. She offered
me no explanation as to why she was doing this and any
attempt by me to ask or protest were just brushed aside
with a reminder of the consequences I would suffer if I did
not cooperate.

When she had finished with my face she took some ointment
from the trolley and began applying to the whole of my body
except for the pubic hairs between my legs. When I was all
covered she looked at her watch and waited for several
minutes.

When she was satisfied Angie then proceeded to remove the
ointment using a sponge and soapy water. When she had I
finished my entire body had become smooth and completely
hairless.

She stood back and looked down at my naked body and smiled,

“That is much better. Now to do your hair and then Dr.
Knowles can take a luck at the new you.”

My hair was washed and while wet Angie cut it and then dried
it with a hair dryer. I had imagined that my hair had been
cut short but when she had finished it did not feel so
short.

When she had finished with me she used the telephone and a
few minutes later Dr.Misty entered the room. He looked
down at me and felt my neck, chin and cheeks. He looked
pleased with result and said so to Angie,

“Yes very good indeed, the jaw line is quite round, I
should not need to alter that at all. In fact I think we
might just as well proceed with the next stage right away.”

As he spoke he motioned to Angie who picked up a syringe and
stuck it into my arm. As I began to loose consciousness I
heard Dr.Misty say something about getting the operating
room ready.

When I came around the first thing I felt was an ache in my
groin and in my throat. Then I realised that I could not
see. I was filled with panic then realised that my eyes had
been bandaged. I could hear voices around me then I felt a
prick in my arm and fell asl**p again.

This happened several times until finally I woke and was
actually able to see. Dr.Misty was standing over me and
was examining my throat and eyes. He looked at me and
smiled, “I see you are finally awake. That is good. It is
about time that you were up and about.”

He turned to Angie and motioned to her.

“I think our patient needs tidying up a bit, will you see
to that please and then we will have a little chat.”

Dr.Misty left the room with Angie leaving Douglas looking at
me in a funny way.

Angie proceeded to wash my face and comb my hair before
telling Douglas to untie me from the bed.

I was then instructed to get off the bed and Angie helped me
because I felt strangely weak.

“I think you are ready to see Dr.Misty now, Dear.” Angie
said and took hold of my elbow and led me out of the room
and down the corridor to his office.

Dr.Misty was sitting behind his desk and as I was led in
he motioned for me to sit down and for Angie to leave.

He looked at me and then held up a capsule.

“It is about time for your antidote, is it not? But first I
want you to sign some forms.”

He pushed some papers in front of me and held out a pen. I
was still dazed, but still suspicious as to what I was
being asked to sign.

“Just sign them where I have marked. You do not need to
read them. You really have no choice but to sign if you
want to have this little capsule.” he added.

Remembering the pain I would suffer if I did no have the
capsule soon I picked up the pen and signed.

“Good.” said Dr.Misty, “Now I will explain what is
happening to you.” He handed me the capsule and a glass of
water. I gulped the capsule down. It was difficult to
swallow because my throat felt so sore.

He got up from his desk and came around to stand in front
of my chair. He looked me up and down before continuing.

“You have no choice at all but to accept what is happening
to you, no choice at all. You have been here for nearly
four weeks and so far everything is going very well indeed.
That said when we have finished our work you should learn
to accept the result. You see we get paid to change people
and we are being paid very well to change you.”

He told me to stand and led me over to a full-length
mirror. I looked into the mirror but did not immediately
recognise the person I saw there. What I saw in the mirror
was quite a shock.

The reflection in the mirror did not look like me at all.
My hair had grown much longer and was now well below my
ears. My face was completely hairless except for my
eyebrows and these had been plucked and shaped like a
girl’s.

My nose looked smaller and I noticed that my Adam’s apple
was hardly visible. In short my face looked rather
feminine. I looked down at the rest of my body. It too had
become hairless and looked smooth and girl like. Then I saw
my groin and almost cried in anguish to find that they had
surgically removed my testicles. My manhood had been taken
away!

Dr.Misty smiled at me as I stared at myself in the
mirror.

“You see we have been commissioned to change you into a
woman and so far I am very pleased with the way things are
going. Now I want examine you a little closer, stand with
your legs apart, please.”

I did as I was told Dr.Misty began to feel between my
legs. I was aghast to discover that my penis had been
tucked tightly back between my legs. I could not feel my
testicles at all. I staggered to the chair and Dr.Misty
followed me. He spoke quietly.

“As part of your treatment we are giving you female
hormones. I have found that these work so much more
effectively and quickly if the testes are first removed. So
I have done that already. Your penis has been stitched
down, infibulation we call it, so that it will not create
even a little bulge in your panties. In due course I will
remove the shaft of your penis altogether and give you a
fully functioning vagina, exactly like a woman’s.”

I was staggered, I had been castrated and had not known, no
wonder I felt so weak.

Dr.Misty looked at me said to Miss Robert,

“I think our patient should wear some clothes from now on.”

Within a few minutes Angie had returned carrying a bundle of
clothes. She put them down on a chair and came over to me.

My head felt light headed and I was still dazed as Angie
helped me to get dressed. Dazed as I was I was startled to
find that she was putting a long silk nightdress over my
head.

Pulling it down over my body she smiled and said, “Now that
does look pretty, Dear. I think you should wear these too.”

She handed me a pair of silk panties and watched as I put
them on. I was too dazed to really understand what was
happening, but the panties seemed to fit me very snugly.
Angie then handed me a silk dressing gown, which she fastened
for me. Finally she gave me a pair of slippers to put on my
feet.

The slippers were open-toed and had a slight heel.

Once I was dressed Angie told me to sit back in the chair
while she brushed my hair. When she had finished she smiled
and said to Dr.Misty, “Well doesn’t that look pretty?”

Dr.Misty smiled and Douglas grinned and looked me up and
down.

I looked at myself in the mirror again and now I did indeed
look more like a girl than ever.

I sat there stunned as Dr.Misty began talking again. He
said that my “treatment” would leave me indistinguishable
from any other female. I would be taught how to dress as a
woman, walk and move as a woman, even think as a woman.

“And of course.” he added with a smile, “You will be able
to perform the sexual act as a woman!”

Dr.Misty explained that the hormones would help my body
to become more feminine, it would become more curvaceous,
my hips and bottom would get bigger while my waist would
get slimmer. I would develop breasts and my skin would
become softer just like a woman’s. He said that he had
already operated on my larynx so that once the soreness had
gone from my throat, my voice would even sound like a
girl’s.

“We are being paid very well to turn you into a complete
and perfectly functioning woman and we will do it, you
should have no illusions about that. By the time we are
finished with you, you will be so feminine that no one
would have believe that you had not been born female.”

“Of course,” he added, “the removal of your testicles will
heighten the pitch of voice a little as well.”

I was almost too dazed to think, but I could hear Dr.
Knowles saying that my situation was already irreversible
and that I had no option but to accept that from now on I
was to be a woman.

“I am confident that you will even be a very beautiful
woman.” he said and then added, “The documents you have
already signed will make your new gender legally accepted.
I have taken the liberty of giving you your new name. From
this day on, you are officially called, Cristine, and that is
how you will be addressed in future.”

Angie led me back to my room.

“Come on Cristine,” she said, “I think you need to rest for a
little while.”

As we walked back down the corridor Angie told me that I
should be pleased that I was being transformed into a
woman, that I would enjoy myself once I accepted the fact
and that I had no other choice.

CH- TWO

Back in my room I lay on the bed trying to come to terms
with the fact that I was being f***ed to become a woman. I
kept looking at where my testicles had been, trying to see
what they had done to me.

My penis had been pulled back into the space where my
testicles had been and then they had stitched it flat. I
soon found that I had to sit in order to go to the toilet.

I felt my face and arms. They were so smooth and free of
hair. My chest was bare and smooth too and I looked at my
nipples for any telltale signs that might suggest that I
was growing breasts. My nipples felt sensitive and I could
just feel the skin around becoming tighter. Looking at
myself from the side I imagined that I was beginning to
develop a bust.

I had been in my room a few minutes when Angie and Douglas came
in. She told me to remove my clothes and to lie on the bed.
I did as I was told and she began to massage ointment into
my chest and around my nipples.

Angie explained that the ointment would help my breasts
develop and would keep the skin supple as my breasts became
larger. She then giggled and said that perhaps I would
prefer Douglas to massage me. Douglas grinned and came over
eagerly to take over from her.

I had to endure the feel of Douglas’s hands on my chest, his
fingers running around my nipples. I felt them harden and
Angie noticed this and smiled.

“You see, Cristine, as your body changes to female, so will
the things that arouse you.”

She called me Cristine so naturally that I felt stunned. Angie
appeared to consider me as a woman already. And as for
Douglas, he was almost drooling as he massaged my chest.

When the massage was over I was allowed to get dressed
again. Angie then told me to follow her and I was taken into
a room where I was given some food to eat.

The food I was given was part of a special diet, explained
Angie. It would help me to loose weight as it was intended
that as a woman I would have a shapely figure.

Angie told me that I could call her Angie in future and she
then proceeded to tell me that she would be responsible for
ensuring that I learnt how to live as a woman. She would
show me how to apply make up, walk and talk as a woman and
how to dress as a woman.

“The hardest part of the treatment will be getting you used
to be treated by men as a woman. You will learn that you
are completely at their mercy. As a woman you will be
physically weaker and your emotions will be changed. Even
if you find it hard to believe now, your female body will
sexually arouse men and when that happens you will have to
submit to their desires.”

She smiled at me and added that by the time my treatment
had finished I would have such a complete female body that
I would only get sexual satisfaction as a woman. My desires
and urges would be female despite any attempts by me to
control them.

“Once you have been given a vagina, you will want to spread
your legs for any man to fuck you, even Douglas here.” she
said grinning.

When we had finished eating, Angie said that she and I were
going to watch the television. As part of the treatment I
was to receive I would have to watch a number of videos
which would cover many of the things that I was expected to
learn in order to be a woman.

She took me into a sitting room and I was told to sit on
the settee while she switched the TV on.

For an hour I had to watch a video that gave an overview of
the things that I was to be taught. These included how to
use make up, hairstyles, fashion sense, deportment and
dancing. The final part of the video said that I would be
taught how to act in the presence of the opposite sex,
“men”.

Angie nudged my arm as the TV started showing scenes of men
and women in the act of copulation.

“It will not be long before you will be moaning and
groaning with delight as a man shafts you. Believe me sex
as a woman is much better, you will love it.”

I watched as the girl on the screen was f***ed to spread
her legs and let the man thrust his penis into her. My body
trembled as I watched the girl’s body heave with each
thrust and her face contort with pleasure.

I had watched such scenes on videos before and always had
been aroused and had an erection. Now though, there was no
response at all from my penis. It remained soft and flat
fastened between my legs where once my testicles had been.
I was shocked to discover that I still felt aroused, but in
a different way. There was an ache between my legs and I
felt myself panting as I watched the girl start to orgasm.

Angie was looking at me and smiled, “Yes, I think you will
enjoy it once Dr.Misty has given you a vagina”

Once the video was finished Angie led to a different room. I
was not going back to the room I had been kept in for so
many weeks but to a much nicer room.

The room was furnished like a bedroom, with curtains,
chairs, dressing table, wardrobe, even a TV and tea/coffee
making facilities. The room also had its own en-suite
bathroom and a window that I was able to see out of.

I looked out of the window and could see the grounds of the
clinic. The view was quite surprising as it consisted of
well-kept gardens. The clinic was quite clearly out in the
countryside somewhere.

While I was looking out of the window Angie told me that I
would find clean panties in the chest of drawers along with
some more nightdresses. I would also find other items of
clothing for me to wear in due course.

“There are some books and magazines on the shelf for you to
read or you can always watch the TV. I will see you in the
morning and show you how to do your hair and then after
breakfast I will take you to have a manicure and pedicure.
Then I think we will see about having your ears pierced.

“After lunch we will make a start on getting you some more
clothes to wear and then we will finish with some lessons
on using make up. With luck, Cristine, you and I will be able
to go for a walk in the grounds before the evening meal.”

Angie left me alone in the room and locked the door behind
her as she left. I was clearly a prisoner even if my “cage”
was now a little more luxurious.

I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down on the easy
chair by the window. My mind was in turmoil at the thought
that I was being changed into a woman. It all seemed so
incredible and yet I had already been emasculated. Escape
seemed impossible and even if I were to get free I needed
to take the antidote every day and only they had it.

I sat and drank my coffee trying to think. There was a
large mirror on the wall opposite and as I caught a glimpse
of my reflection I was startled to see how feminine I
already looked.

My reflection fascinated me for a while. It was as if the
was a girl looking back at me from the mirror and it was
only when I moved by body slightly that I realised that the
girl was me!

When I had finished my coffee I went into the bathroom and
took of the dressing gown, nightdress and panties. I
studied my body in the mirror. My face and hair looked like
a girl’s, my body from the waist up was smooth and soft,
but more like a young boy’s.

My legs were smooth and soft and with the removal of my
testicles seemed longer. I examined what they had done with
my penis and was amazed that they had gotten it so flat and
pulled so far back between my legs that it was almost
unnoticeable.

I had to go to the toilet and this meant sitting not
standing. It was strange to have to pee from a sitting
reflection, but I could no longer “aim” with my penis
tucked back as it was. I washed my hands and looked at
myself in the mirror again.

I looked again at my chest and ran my fingers around my
nipples. I was shocked to find how sensitive they were and
yet it was pleasurable touching them. I tried to image what
I would look like with boobs!

I put the panties and nightdress back on and the silk felt
strangely comforting against my smooth skin. I put my
dressing gown back on and went back into the room and
switched on the TV.

I flicked from channel to channel but could only find what
could best be described as women’s programmes. Obviously
the TV was all part of my treatment. I was to be given
access to only feminine things, whether it be books,
magazines or TV programmes.

Sitting back in the chair I started to look at some of the
books and magazines. Some dealt with fashion hints while
others covered cosmetics and jewellery. There was even a
couple of dress catalogues and one on lingerie.

The lingerie catalogue was intriguing. I flicked through
the pages and was fascinated by the different types of
underwear women wore. There were all sorts of bras and
panties and even more erotic corsets and suspenders. There
were underskirts of all lengths and colours, net petticoats
to make a full skirt flare out wide, and so many frills,
ribbons and bows.

And I was to end up wearing clothing like these, was the
thought that kept running through my mind.

I looked at one of the models wearing only her bra and a
pair of very flimsy panties. Her breasts round and pert. I
looked at myself in the mirror and tried to image myself
wearing the same bra and panties, my breasts just as ample
and pert.

Suddenly I heard a key turning in the door and Angie and Douglas
entered the room. She saw me looking through the lingerie
catalogue and smiled,

“There are some nice things in there. You will look very
pretty in them Cristine, Will she not Douglas?”

Douglas grinned and gave me a leering look.

Angie told me to undress except for my panties and lie on the
bed.

“It is time for your capsules, Cristine. One of them is the
antidote and the others are part of your hormone treatment.
Douglas will be giving these to you at this time every night.
That is if you have been a good girl during the day.”

Before I was allowed to take the capsules I had to lie
there and let Douglas rub more ointment into my nipples and
breasts. He smiled at me as his fingers smoothed the cream
around my nipples and I could tell that he was imaging that
he was running his fingers over more fully developed
breasts.

Douglas had nearly finished rubbing my chest when his hand
began to stray closer and closer to the top of my panties.
At first I thought he was going to slip his hand inside
them but at the last minute he simply put his hand between
my legs and softly stroked the top of penis.

I was startled to find that my body had tensed up in
anticipation and at how pleasurable it was when his fingers
slid between my thighs.

When he had finished Angie gave me the capsules to swallow. I
could not tell which was the antidote and which was the
hormone treatment. I just had to swallow them all.

I was then allowed to put my nightdress back on and after
washing my face and cleaning my teeth Angie instructed me on
brushing my hair. I was then told to get into bed where Angie
then gave me a sl**ping pill to swallow.

As they left the room and locked me in I was already
feeling drowsy and I could hear music playing softly in the
background and a slow monotone voice saying, “Relax and
listen to the music. As the music plays you are becoming a
girl as Cristine. You are feeling feminine, very feminine.”

The voice repeated the words over and over again as I fell
asl**p.

I woke up the following morning and lay there for a view
minutes as the events of the previous day came flooding
back. It seemed so unbelievable and I looked eagerly in the
mirror thinking that it had all been so crazy dream.

But my reflection told me that it had not been a dream. The
person looking back at me from the mirror certainly looked
like a girl.

Gradually I woke fully and felt the soft smoothness of the
silk nightdress I was wearing against my skin. The feeling
was not unpleasant!

I got out of bed and used the toilet, which confirmed again
that I no longer had any testicles. I brushed my teeth and
washed and all the time all I could see in the mirror was a
woman.

It was strange to find my face still so smooth with no
trace of a beard. I brushed and combed my hair but the way
it had been cut and styled like a girl’s was unmistakable.

I made myself a cup of coffee and was sitting by the window
drinking it when I heard the door being unlocked and Angie
enter. She looked at me and smiled, “Good morning, Cristine. I
see you are up and about already, that is a good girl”

My throat was feeling less sore and for the first time in
days I felt able to speak. I attempted to ask what had
happened to my throat but was shocked to find that my voice
seemed so different. I had been prepared for it to sound
croaky because my throat was sore but to find that it was
no longer as deep.

Angie looked pleased as she heard me speak and clapped her
hands, “Oh Dr.Misty will be very pleased when he hears
you speak. He has operated on your larynx to make your
voice more feminine and he has done it very well indeed.
You sound just like Donna Andrews. I am sure that with a
little voice training you will be able to sing soprano.”

Angie said that I would have to hear myself on a tape
recorder to find out how feminine my voice had become and
she said that she would arrange to do it later on. I was
told to put on my dressing gown and follow her. We were to
have breakfast first before my treatment was to begin for
the day.

I followed her to a small dining room. The food was already
on the table and I was told to sit down and eat. All I was
given to eat was a bowl of cereal and some toast. This was
part of my diet that was to help me lose weight.

When we had finished our breakfast and had d***k a cup of
coffee Angie told me that Dr.Misty was going to start by
doing some measurements of my body. She took me to a room
were Dr.Misty and Douglas were waiting for us.

I was told to remove all my clothes and stand in front of
Dr.Misty. Angie took a tape measure and made measurements
of my chest, hips, bottom, waist, across my shoulders and
around the tops of my arms. She called out the measurements
to Dr.Misty who entered the figures into a computer.

Dr.Misty pressed a few keys then sat back with a
satisfied expression on his face. He turned the computer
screen around so that I could see it.

“We have been taking these measurements since you arrived
and are using them to monitor the changes in your body
caused by the estrogen tablets. Oestrogen is the female
hormone. The computer can predict how much your body will
eventually change and give us an idea of how feminine it
will look.”

The picture on the screen showed the shape of my body at
the time of each measurement. As Dr.Misty scAngieed
forwards, there was a noticeable change in the outline.

Based on the measurements taken so far my hips and bottom
had already gotten bigger while my arms and shoulders had
become thinner and narrower. My chest was already showing
small swellings around my nipples indicating that I was
already developing breasts.

Dr.Misty then input a few more figures and the image on
the screen changed to show what my predicted measurements
would be.

“With exercise and proper dieting your waist should come
down to 24-25 inches. It looks like you will have a very
nice figure indeed, Cristine. What do think, Angie?” Dr.Misty
asked and Angie replied that my predicted figure looked very
feminine.

“Oh, Cristine. You will look wonderfully feminine. Your
breasts should be nice and ample and your bottom and hips
look really sexy.”

I was astounded at how much my body was expected to change
and yet it was strangely pleasing to be told that I would
end up with the sort of figure that other women would envy.
I realised that I had thought “other women”!

Dr.Misty told me to get dressed while he talked to Angie.
Douglas leered at me as I put my nightdress back on. Angie then
told me to follow her and she led me back to my room.

She told me to make us both a cup of coffee while she
locked me in and went away for a few minutes. She returned
carrying a bundle of clothes, which she laid out on the
bed.

We drank the coffee I had made while Angie told me to get
undressed and put on the clothes she had brought. I
undressed and picked up the things off the bed. They
consisted of a pair of leggings and a leotard, the sort
worn by women for aerobics.

And this is what they were indeed for. I was to exercise by
doing aerobics each and every morning. I put them on and
Angie handed me a pair of pink trainers for my feet.

I looked in the mirror and observed that the tight leggings
and leotard made it very clear how little was now between
my legs. There was hardly any bulge at all now that my
testicles had been removed. I looked very feminine albeit
flat chested.

Angie then changed into the same sort of clothes herself. She
had no qualms at all at undressing in front of me and as I
saw her naked body I was breathless for a few moments.

Looking at her naked breasts and rounded hips and bottom
and then at her inner thighs brought home to me how much
they intended to alter my body if I was to become a woman.

When Angie had changed she took me to large room with a
polished wooden floor. She put on a tape and told me to
stand in front of her and to follow her every movement.

As the music played Angie went through the aerobics routine
and I followed as best I could. Gradually I got better and
Angie said she was pleased with me. She told me what each
particular exercise was designed to do, like tighten my
stomach muscles or firm up my breasts.

After nearly an hour Angie said that it was time to finish
and gat a shower. She took me to the changing rooms were
there was a communal shower and we both undressed and got
in.

It felt very strange sharing a shower with a naked woman,
especially as she was so unconcerned about my presence.
Obviously to Angie I was no longer a man at all. She regarded
me as a woman already.

Angie helped me to dry my hair with the hair dryer. All pat
of my training I supposed. She then told me to put on the
dressing gown that was hanging up behind the door while she
got dressed again in her ordinary clothes.

Wearing only the dressing gown Angie took me to into another
room where a girl in a white overall was standing by a
washbasin. I was told to sit in a chair by the washbasin.

Angie spoke to the girl, “This is Cristine, she needs her
colouring done and a full manicure and pedicure.”

The girl nodded and set about washing my hair and then
applying the colour. Angie suggested that my hair should be
auburn and the girl agreed that it would look nice.

“It will hide all the grey for you Cristine.” she said as she
applied the colour.

While she waited for the colour to set she stared work on
my toes. She trimmed my toenails, removing the cuticles and
then polished them up with a buffing pad. Then she started
on my fingernails. My nails had not been cut for weeks now
and had grown quite long. She did the same with the
cuticles and then shaped my nails.

Angie suggested that it would be a good idea to increase the
length of my nails by adding “tips” to them. The girl
agreed and when she had done this and then shaped them my
fingernails were really quite long. The effect was to make
my hands look even more feminine than ever, especially as
my hands were now smooth and soft and completely hairless.

Finally the girl painted my toenails and fingernails with
nail varnish, a soft pink colour. Angie said that they looked
very nice and turned to me.

“There you are, Cristine. You now have very pretty hands and
feet.”

My hair now being ready for drying the girl started to use
the hair dryer and styling brush. While she was doing that
I looked at my hands. It was like looking at someone else’s
hands, they looked so soft and feminine. It also felt so
strange to have such long fingernails.

“Not very practical I suppose,” said Angie, “But then it is
not as if you will need to work with your hands in quite
the same way again. It is more important for you to look
decorative and attractive to the opposite sex.”

By “opposite sex” I knew she meant men. Angie really did
regard me as the same sex as her.

When my hair was finished Angie took me back to my room and
made us both a cup of coffee. I was instructed to put on a
clean pair of panties and a nightdress. The nightdress was
pink and long, down to my ankles. I looked into the mirror
and my reflection showed me that with my hair now dyed
auburn and with my fingers and toes painted I looked even
more feminine.

I accepted the result with neither shock nor dismay. I had
no other choice but to allow them to do what ever they
wanted. While the d**g was in my system they could put me
into so much agony whenever they wished. Already they had
done so much to my body that I would never be a real man
again! Being a fully functioning woman might at least be
better than being an effeminate eunuch.

Once I had dressed Angie told me that I was going to have my
ears pierced. She took me back to the room where my hair
had been done and the same girl in the white overalls was
there.

I had to sit in the chair while she studied my earlobes.
Suddenly I felt a sharp prick, first on my left ear and
then on my right one. I felt the girl insert something into
my earlobes and then she handed me a hanky.

“I have put some gold studs in for the moment. They should
not bleed very much and provided you keep your earlobes
clean for the next few days they should be fine.”

Angie smiled at me and said, “Soon you will be able to wear
some nice earrings. We have been told to spare no expense
on your jewellery and I have already picked out some
beautiful ones for you to wear.”

I was given a few minutes to recover before Angie Angieounced
that I was going to be given my first lesson on using make
up.

“In future, Cristine, You will wear make up at all times
except for bed. Helen will show you what to do and with
practice you will find that it is really quite easy. Future
lessons will deal with what sort of make up is more
suitable for different occasions. For now though Helen will
just show you how to use foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner,
mascara and lipstick.”

For the next two hours Helen first showed me what to apply
and when, how to apply mascara and eyeliner. She then made
me practice putting on make up then removing it and
cleansing my face.

It was difficult too, using my hands with such long
fingernails and I made several mistakes. I was terrified
that Angie would accuse me of not cooperating and that my
capsule would be delayed that night. But Angie was quite
patient with me and for that I was grateful.

Finally she said that she was satisfied that I could make a
reasonable job of it myself.

“But for today,” said Angie, “Helen will do it for you as I
want you to look your best for tonight.”

She did not say why I had to look my best for tonight and I
sat there while Helen made me up. When she had finished and
I was allowed to look at myself in the mirror the effect
was quite stunning. I did indeed look pretty; in fact even
I thought I looked beautiful. I looked and even felt
feminine. It is amazing what mascara and lipstick does for
you.

Smiling Angie took me back to my room. “You stay here, Cristine
while I go and get you some proper clothes.”

She locked me in and I studied myself in the mirror again.
I was beginning to look very feminine what with my hair,
painted finger nails and now make up.

I heard the door unlock and Angie came in carrying some
boxes. She put them down on the bed and smiled, “Please get
undressed, Cristine and I will show you what you are going to
wear.”

I did as I was told and Angie began unpacking the boxes.

She handed me a pair of sheer grey tights and told me to
put them on. Angie giggled as I struggled pulling them up and
said, “You will learn, Cristine. I think stockings are nicer
but not until your hips get wider.”

I stood there wearing only the tights. They made me look
even more womanlike between my legs as they pressed my
penis even flatter against my groin. Angie handed me a white
body shaper and told me to put it on. This too made my even
smoother between my legs but it felt baggy at the top, as I
had no breasts as yet.

Angie then grinned and passed me two strange looking objects.
“These are silicone breasts to put inside the cups of your
body shaper. You will find that they will feel almost like
the real thing and will move the way your own breasts will
eventually.”

She helped me to insert them and the result was astounding.
I now had a bosom and looking at myself in the mirror it
was hard to tell that they were not real.

The rest of my clothes consisted on a white silk top, a
white net underskirt and a pink and white patterned skirt.
Angie said that the full underskirt would make my hips seem
bigger.

Finally there was a wide black elasticated belt to help
pull my waist in and a pair of black patent leather sandals
with a 2-inch heel.

“Now you really do look very pretty.” Angie said and even I
could hardly recognise myself in the mirror. I did look
like very pretty girl indeed.

The finishing touches were some jewellery. Angie gave me a
delicate gold watch to put on, a gold chain which she
fastened around my neck and matching gold bracelets.
Finally Angie sprayed some perfume behind my ears and on my
wrists.

I looked at the watch and found that it was a ladies Rolex!

Angie grinned, “You see we have been told only to give you
the very best of everything!”

Angie made me walk around the room. I did so and at first
found it difficult walk in high-heeled shoes but gradually
I got the hang of them. The feeling of wearing a skirt was
something I had not been prepared for at all. There was
something very pleasant about the way in swung and the
feeling of the underskirt against my legs.

My false breasts did move like real ones and I was quite
dazed at how feminine I was beginning to feel.

Angiee then handed me a handbag and told me that I would need
to put my compact, lipstick, hairbrush, some tissues and if
I wished my cigarettes and lighter in it. I did so and she
showed me how to place the strap on my shoulder.

“You will soon get used to using a handbag when you are
going out.” she said.

It was a minute or two before what she had said sunk in. I
was going out!

“I am really going outside!” I said “Where to?”

Angie told me that she had been speaking to Dr.Misty and
had told him that I had been very cooperative. As a reward
Angie and I were to go out to a restaurant with Dr.Misty
and Douglas.

Angie then lowered her voice and said, “You have been very
good so far, Cristine and I am very pleased at how feminine
you look. But when we go out I will expect you to act as
much like a woman as possible. There is no point in trying
to escape. I do not have to remind you that come this
evening you will be in terrible agony if you do get your
capsule. I want you to fully understand that if you do not
try hard enough to please Dr.Misty and Douglas I will delay
giving you your capsule. You will be witty and take part in
the conversation. You will be accompanying Douglas and you
will act like his girl friend at all times. You now what
will happen if you do not!”

She smiled and added, “Now I have said that perhaps we can
end up having a nice time and we can all enjoy ourselves.”

I was told to pick up my bag and follow her to where Dr.
Knowles and Douglas were waiting by the front door. As we
arrived Dr.Misty and Douglas looked at me and voiced their
approval.

“You look very pretty tonight, Cristine.” said Dr.Misty and
added, “Angie has been telling me that you have been a good
girl and have been learning your lessons very well. Now we
are going to have a pleasant evening out.”

Douglas led the way to the car. He opened the doors for Angie
and me when we both got in the back. Dr.Misty sat in the
front with Douglas.

The car pulled away and Dr.Misty turned around and spoke
to me, “I think Angie has warned you about being on your best
behaviour. I hope that we can forget all that and just have
a nice evening out.”

I said that I would try my best and Dr.Misty smiled.

“You have a very pretty voice, Cristine. Does she not Douglas?”

Douglas replied that my voice very nice, then added, “Very
sexy.”

We drove through the country and arrived at a smart looking
restaurant in the middle of nowhere. Douglas got out and
opened the doors for Angie and I. It felt strange being
treated with such chivalry.

Dr.Misty took Angie’s arm and Douglas took hold of mine as we
entered the restaurant. The Receptionist welcomed us and
asked if we would take a seat while our table was got
ready. She asked if we wanted a drink first and Dr.Misty
ordered for us.

Douglas sat down next to me and I was conscious of his
attention towards me. Angie began talking about various
things and would keep asking me questions so as to involve
me in the conversation.

Gradually I forgot my predicament and found myself fully
involved in the conversation. Angie and Dr.Misty must have
noticed this because they both smiled at each other.

We were shown to our table and the waiter helped Angie and I
to our seats. No one appeared to have any doubts about my
gender at all. They were treating Angie and myself the same.

Angie said that she wanted to go to the ladies and suggested
that I might go with her. I gulped at the idea of using the
ladies toilet but I did need to go and it was impossible to
even think of using the Gents.

I followed Angie to the ladies and tried to copy her mAngieer
as well as I could so as not to draw attention to myself.

I sat on the toilet seat and had a pee then took every care
to make sure that I pulled my tights back up and smoothed
down my skirt. It seemed such a complicated job dealing
with the pop studs on the gusset of the body shaper.

Angie was already washing her hands when I came out of the
cubicle. She smiled at me and said softly, “Everything
okay, Cristine?”

I nodded and after washing my hands copied Angie as she put
on some more lipstick. She smiled again and said, “Very
well done.”

We rejoined Dr.Misty and Douglas and ordered our meal. I
accepted Angie’s suggestion of a salad, as part of my diet.

The meal was nice and we finished it with coffee and
liquors. I felt a little tipsy and became more talkative as
the time went on. Our conversation was limited to music,
travel and food.

Douglas was becoming more and more attentive to me and began
touching my knee with his hand. I was beginning to realise
just how powerless I was to stop him.

We left the restaurant about 10 o’clock. This time Dr.
Knowles and Angie sat in the back while I had to sit up front
with Douglas. It was clear that Angie and Dr.Misty were more
intimate than I had thought and we drove back to the clinic
with Douglas’s hand occasionally touching my knee.

Back at the Clinic Dr.Misty had his arm around Angie’s
waist and he turned to Douglas and said, “Angie and I are going
to my room for a nightcap. Perhaps you will see Cristine to
her room and see that she is settled in.” He turned to me
and said, “You have been a very good girl tonight, Cristine. I
will leave it to Douglas to see that you get your capsule.”

He gave the capsule to Douglas and he and Angie left Douglas and I
to make our way to my room. I felt very vulnerable and at
Douglas’s mercy as he put his arm around my waist and walked
me to my room.

We entered the room and I was expecting Douglas to give me the
capsule and lock me in. Instead Douglas said that he would
like a cup of coffee and had me make us both a cup.

I sat down on the chair by the window hoping that Douglas
would give me the capsule soon. It was nearly time for me
to take it if I was to avoid the pain.

Finally I turned to Douglas, who had just sat there looking at
me and said, “It is nearly time for my capsule, please
Douglas!” I pleaded.

Douglas smiled and said very softly, “I will give you the
capsule when you have been nice to me and not before. You
have not got long so you had better start soon.”

He came towards me as he spoke and pulled me up from the
chair. I was petrified as he pulled me to him and began
kissing me. I tried to resist but the thought of him not
giving me the capsule terrified me and I decided that the
best thing was for me to go along with him.

Douglas was kissing me hard and I close my eyes as I kissed
him back. His tongue was in my mouth and I tried to respond
in the way he wanted. He was holding me so tight that I
could feel that he had a hard-on. His penis felt so rigid
as it pressed into my groin.

I thought and hoped that Douglas just wanted to kiss me but I
was mistaken!

Gradually he pushed me to my knees until I was kneeling
down in front of him. He put his hand under my chin and
tilted my face upwards. He held the capsule in his hand and
was looking down at me.

“If you want me to give you this, you have to give me
something in return?”

I was left in no doubt at what he wanted me to give him as
he opened the front of his trousers. His hard, erect penis
burst out right in front of my face.

At first I hesitated but another look at the capsule in his
hands made me realise that I had to do it if I was to get
the capsule.

I f***ed myself to open my mouth and very slowly touched
the tip of his penis with my lips. As I did so Douglas put his
hands on the back of my head and pulled my head into his
groin forcing me to take his penis fully into my mouth.

“Now that is what I call being a good girl.” said Douglas as
he f***ed me to begin licking and sucking at his penis.

It felt so big in my mouth and I could taste the juices
coming from it. Douglas f***ed me to suck faster and harder as
he became more and more aroused. Suddenly he came and my
mouth was filled with semen.

He f***ed me to keep sucking until I had swallowed the lot
and his penis had begun to shrink. Only then was I allowed
to get up off my knees.

He grinned and handed me the capsule, which I took eagerly.
Douglas said that I had given a very good “blowjob” and that
any girl would have been proud at how well I had done. He
then told me to get undressed and get ready for bed.

Douglas left the room locking me in as I sat down on the bed
to recover. He had treated me like a girl in every way and
the sudden thought that he could make me do it to him again
any time he wanted made me shiver!

I was still sitting on the edge of the bed, my body shaking
and trembling, when the door opened and Angie came in. She
saw that I was distressed and came and sat down on the bed
besides me.

“What ever is wrong, Cristine?” she asked as she put her arm
around my shoulders.

I began to sob and she put my head on her shoulder and told
me to tell her what had happened. “He treated me like a
woman.” I sobbed, “Just like a woman. He made me suck him
off before he would give me my capsule.”

Angie stroked my hair and replied softly, “Is that all,
Cristine? You are a woman now, at least you are starting to
become one. You have to accept that men will want to use
you. Look at me, I have just had to drop my knickers for
Dr.Misty. I did not have any choice.”

Angie explained that as a woman I would have to come to terms
with the idea that men would want me for my body. And that
I would not be able to resist their advances.

“And when Dr.Misty has given you a vagina and the
oestrogen has done its work, you will even enjoy it. You
will have the same desires as other women and will gladly
drop your knickers and spread your legs, even for the likes
of Douglas.”

Angie then stayed with me until I had changed into my
nightdress and removed my make up. Once I was settled in
bed she told me sl**p and went out locking the door behind
her.

For a while I lay there thinking of what she had said. Was
it true that soon I would feel so feminine that I would
want to copulate like a woman?

As I fell asl**p the music started playing again and the
voice telling me that I was now a girl and should feel
feminine filled my ears as I slept.

I woke up in the middle of the night with start. I had
started to dream that I was at a party and enjoying myself.
I had ended up in a bedroom with a girl and suddenly as I
lay naked on top of her about to thrust my penis between
her legs, my head began to spin and then just as my penis
entered her vagina I suddenly swapped places and found that
I was the girl and Douglas had just thrust his penis into my
vagina and was making me groan with pleasure.

I lay there sweating for a few minutes and all the time the
music and voice telling me that I was Cristine droned on. I
fell asl**p again.

CHAPTER THREE

I woke up the next morning to find Angie in my room. She
waited while I showered and put on some mascara and
lipstick. Angie told me to wear my aerobics kit and watched
me as I dressed.

“You know Cristine, your boobs are starting to show.” she said
as I put on the leotard.

I felt my chest and it was true. My breasts were beginning
to develop enough to see and feel them.

“In a few weeks you will be able to wear a bra without any
padding, Cristine.” said Angie and then added, “And by then we
should be able to notice your hips and bum getting bigger.
You should be able to try stockings and suspenders then.”

Angie spoke as if she believed that I would be happy at the
thought that my body was becoming more and more feminine.
But to be honest I did not know how to feel. I was relieved
that they were pleased with me as this would mean that I
would get my capsule and not have to suffer, yet at the
same time it meant that I was becoming what they intended I
should become, a girl!

When Angie was satisfied with my appearance we went for
breakfast. Angie had not referred to the previous night and
we ate our cereal and d***k our coffee with Angie telling me
that I was starting to look quite pretty.

I asked her how long would my treatment last and she
surprised me when she said that once my body started
changing it would change quite quickly.

“And then Dr.Misty will make you into a real woman.
Cristine. Your body will look and function just like mine.”
she said.

I knew what she meant by this and took a deep breath. Once
my penis had been removed it would be gone forever. Even
now I could at least be made to look like a man again, but
it would be too late when I had a woman’s genitals that
would make me perform like a woman.

Angie tried to reassure me by saying that long before then my
emotions would be so feminine that I would gladly embrace
my fate.

I had nearly finished my breakfast when Douglas entered the
room. He looked at me and smiled and my mind went back to
what had happened last night.

He spoke to Angie and then as he turned to leave he whispered
to me. “If you are a good girl today Cristine, perhaps I will
stop by and tuck you in tonight.”

The bl**d drained from face, I knew exactly what he meant
and Angie must have noticed the expression on my face for she
touched my arm and said, “You really will have to get used
to the idea that men like Douglas will use you whenever and
however it suits them. It is the lot of women to be fucked
by men and you, Cristine, are a woman now!”

She was so emphatic in the way she spoke to me that I
gulped and drank the rest of my coffee.

When we had finished Angie took me through the aerobics
routine for nearly 2 hours. Then after freshening up I was
told to change into a skirt and jumper. I again wore a body
shaper with the breast implants, tights and shoes with a
small heel.

Angie told me that I would soon get used to wearing shoes
with a heel and that gradually I would wear shoes with even
bigger heels.

“Men like to see girls wearing high heels, Cristine. They make
your legs look even longer and worn with stockings and
suspenders or a basque, men find them irresistible.”

While I dressed Angie made us a cup of coffee. While we drank
it Angie began telling me what fun a girl can have in
choosing what underwear she wore.

“Even under just a skirt and jumper a girl can wear
something really sensuous. Soft silk or satin that feels
lovely next to the skin. And you can wear things with
frills or lace all over and only you know how sexy you look
underneath just an ordinary skirt and jumper.”

Angie picked up the lingerie catalogue and began showing me
the sorts of bras, basques, panties and underskirts that I
would wear and she tried to explain to me what i felt like
to wear them.

“Anyway,” she said, “you soon be wearing them yourself and
then you will find out.”

I tried pointing out that some of the things in the
catalogue looked impractical or uncomfortable but she just
laughed

“You soon find out. It is not as if you are going to do any
work in them. You wear them to feel sexy and make your man
want to fuck you senseless.”

“My man?” I asked

“Of course, Cristine. You will soon find that you will want
man. Only a man will be able to satisfy your needs. You
will have them you know. The oestrogen will see to that.
And you will be able to satisfy him too, no matter what way
he wants you.”

We finished our coffee and Angie took me for a walk around
the clinic’s gardens. It was breezy and the wind kept
lifting my skirt. I was surprised to find it quite pleasant
and even smiled.

Angie saw me smile and chuckled, “You must smile more often,
Cristine. It makes you look very pretty.”

We passed other people walking in the gardens and I
realised that some of the men were looking at me. Angie
smiled and told me that no one knew why I was there and
that they were looking at me because I was so pretty.

The rest of the day I spent in being taught how to style my
own hair, how to walk and sit in a ladylike mAngieer and how
to gesture like a female.

My lessons finished for the day Angie took me back to my room
and suggested that I read for a while. It turned out that I
had to read a selection of women’s books, from novels to
books on fashion, cosmetics, dressmaking and the like. Angie
said that I would be asked questions about what I had read
and would be expected to know the answers.

Angie then turned to me and shocked me by saying that I
needed to convince her that I was trying my best to learn
how to be feminine. I asked how could I do this to which
she replied that wanted me to prove that I now accepted
that as a woman I must submit to men.

Angie said that after dinner that evening she would help me
dress as feminine as possible and that I would then have to
seek out Douglas and “seduce” him. Unless I did so she would
withhold the capsule and leave me in agony until she was
satisfied that I had learnt my lesson.

I was stunned, after the previous night the last thing I
wanted to do was to actually come on to him. I knew what it
would mean and what Douglas would expect me to do.

“It is for your own good, Cristine. Once you have learnt this
lesson you will be able to enjoy your femininity.” She said
smiling.

Angie then told me that I should soak myself in the bath and
when dry rub body lotion in all over. I was to put on my
dressing gown and wait for her to return with my evening
meal on a tray.

As I began running my bath Angie left locking the door behind
her. I lay in the bath contemplating the evening to come. I
was now expected not only to allow my self to be treated as
a woman but to actively encourage a man to treat me like
one.

Lying in the bath I was conscious of how my body was
changing. The soapy water on my chest only served to
emphasise my developing breasts and my hips and bottom were
definitely becoming rounder. I now had the hands and arms
of a woman and looking at myself in the mirror I could find
nothing masculine in the shape of my face.

I did as I was told and dried myself off and anointed by
body with perfumed body lotion before slipping on my
dressing gown and slippers to wait for Angie to bring me my
meal.

While I waited I began reading one of the books I had been
told I must read, “Little Women”. I had got as far as
Chapter 2 when Angie came in carrying a tray.

While I ate, Angie spoke words of encouragement to me.
Although she left me in no doubt that I had to “come on” to
Douglas, she sought to convince me that it was for my own good
and that it would help me accept the fact that I was no
longer a man.

Angie left me to finish eating and returned several minutes
later with so more clothes for me, which she laid out on
the bed.

“I have brought you something pretty to wear tonight.” she
said and held up a pink chiffon dress. “And I think it is
about time that you found out what it is like to wear
stockings instead of tights.” Angie added.

Angie helped me to dress. First Angie helped to put on a white
bodyshaper, which had underwired pretty stretch lace bra
cups and lacy side panels. It was complete with 4
adjustable suspenders.

It was very tight fitting and completely hid the slight
bulge caused by my stitched down penis. It also had the
effect of squeezing my developing breasts upwards and
giving me something of a cleavage. Angie studied my breasts
and tucked some tissues inside the bra cups. The effect was
to give me the appearance of having a reasonable pair of
boobs and a cleavage that was real.

Angie laughed as I struggled to put on a pair of white sheers
stockings with lacy tops and to fasten them to the
suspenders. When I had done so she told me to look at
myself in the mirror. I did so and got quite a shock.

I was getting used to seeing myself as a girl whenever I
looked in the mirror, but this time, dressed just in my
underwear I looked even more feminine. Not just feminine, I
looked quite sexy. To my amazement I found that the
feelings I had were nothing like I had experienced before.

Only a short time ago I would have found it quite arousing
to see a girl with such shapely figure wearing a basque and
stockings. But my feelings at seeing myself as that girl
dressed so sexily were almost of pleasure and satisfaction.

In a way I was pleased that I looked so nice. A part of me
was saying that if I was to be a girl I was going to be a
real one and as attractive and desirable as possible. I
suppose it was a case of “if you are going to do a job, do
it properly”.

I was still staring at my reflection when Angie nudged my arm
and told me to put on the dress she had brought. It was of
pink chiffon. The skirt was lined with pink silk and it had
a wide neckline and little puff sleeves.

I put it on and Angie smiled as she detected the feeling of
pleasure I felt as I smoothed the dress down. The neckline
was trimmed in pink lace and was low enough for the tops of
my breasts to show. The feeling of the soft skirt against
my legs was wonderful.

My shoes were pink satin sling backs with a 3-inch heel.

Once dressed Angie watched me as I put on some make up. She
made sure that I did so properly and the way I had been
shown. Angie helped me to brush my hair and as a finishing
touch she tied a small bow made of pink ribbon into it.

From the moment that I had looked at myself in the mirror I
had forgotten the reason for me getting dressed up like
this. I had just concentrated on making myself look as
beautiful as possible and I had done so without realising
that I was doing it.

Not only did I look like a girl I was beginning to feel
like a girl. My reactions and feelings were becoming
feminine and for the first time even I knew that it was
true.

“You see, Cristine.” said Angie waking me from my daze, “You are
really quite a beautiful girl already and I can tell that
are beginning to enjoy feeling feminine. Now all you have
to do is learn how to handle men.”

Her words brought my mind back to the fact that I was
dressed like this in order to offer myself to Douglas for his
pleasure.

“I know that it sounds like I am being cruel to you by
threatening not to give you your capsule, but I am
convinced that the more you act as a girl the more you will
come to accept that you can only ever be a girl from now
on. The sooner you accept that you are a very attractive
girl the sooner you will be able to enjoy life fully.”

Angie then told me how I should go about pleasing Douglas. The
thought at not getting my capsule on time f***ed me to
concentrate on what she told me to do, no matter how it
would make Douglas react.

When she was convinced that I was ready she unlocked the
door of my room and together we walked down the corridor to
the communal lounge were Douglas and Dr.Misty would be.

As I entered the lounge behind Angie I took a deep breath at
the thought of how I was going to entice Douglas back to my
room.

Douglas was sitting in one of the lounge chairs reading a
paper and Angie and I walked over to where he and Dr.Misty
were sitting. Dr.Misty and Douglas looked up and Angie smiled
at them,

“Good evening Dr.Misty, Douglas.” she said and then added,
“Cristine and I have just been for a walk. Do you think Cristine
looks pretty tonight?” she asked.

“Very pretty.” said Dr.Misty turning to Douglas.

Douglas looked at me and grinned. He looked me up and down and
was obviously pleased with what he saw. He smiled and
patted the seat next to his.

“Will you join us, Cristine?” he said.

I replied that I would be pleased to and sat down on the
chair taking great care to cross my legs in such a fashion
that he would catch a glimpse of the fact that I was
wearing stockings.

“You look very beautiful, Cristine.” said Douglas and I fluttered
my eyelashes slightly and thanked him for the compliment.

“Angie has been helping me dress. I hope you like it.” I said
as demurely as possible.

Douglas replied that I looked very nice indeed.

Meantime Angie said to Dr.Misty that she needed to discuss
something with him in his office and they both left,
leaving Douglas and me alone.

Douglas was quite happy looking at my legs and smiled when he
noticed my cleavage. I swallowed hard as I spoke, “I hope I
did not disappoint you last night, Douglas.” I said. “It’s
just that I have a lot to learn about being a woman.”

Douglas grinned and said that I had not disappointed him and
that I was learning fast.

“What I really need.” I said, “Is a man to help me
understand. A man like you perhaps?”

Douglas grinned again and said that he would be happy to help
me.

“First of all,” he said, “a pretty girl like you should be
sitting much closer to the man she is with.”

He waved his hand motioning for me to sit on the arm of his
chair. I did so and Douglas patted my knee, his hand lingering
there for a little bit.

“Now with you that close I can touch your thigh whenever I
want.” Douglas said and his fingers moved from my knee and
under the hem of my dress. “Now I can tell that you are
wearing stockings. I bet that you look very nice in them.
Are you wearing suspenders or a basque?”

I f***ed myself to smile at him and said in a low voice,
“Angie told me to wear a body shaper with suspenders. As to
whether I look nice, perhaps you could tell me.”

Douglas leered at me and with his fingers now on the tops of
my stockings said, “I would have to see you without your
dress. But we can do that later, now you and I should go
for a little walk in the gardens and I will tell you how to
walk with a male companion.”

He stood up and took hold of my hand and led me out of the
room and into the gardens. It was a surprise when Douglas
opened the door for me and I caught a glimpse of Angie and
Dr.Misty observing us from the doorway of his office.
Angie winked at me as Douglas took hold of my hand again and I
fell into step at his side.

“Now a man likes a girl to be close to him.” he said and
put his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. “That
lets me feel your body as we walk.”

As we walked Douglas’s hand was feeling me through my dress
and he obviously found it arousing. I tried to respond by
letting my head rest on his shoulder. We walked for a while
in silence before Douglas spoke again.

“You do feel soft and feminine, Cristine, and you are a very
pretty girl, you know.”

I thanked him and said in as sweet a voice as I could, “Do
you really think I am pretty, Douglas. Will men like me, do
you find me attractive?”

Douglas’s response was to spin me around and place his hands
behind my back and pull me to him.

“Cristine, I find you very attractive and men will love you.”
he said and tilted my face to his and kissed me on the
lips.

This time I knew how I was supposed to react and allowed
him to kiss me hard. This time I did not try to pull away,
instead I allowed him to use his tongue to search for mine.
Our tongues entwined and I began to relax. My feelings were
still a little confused but I was beginning to feel
pleasure at being kissed. Douglas’s hands were feeling my back
and bottom and then the sides of my small breasts.

I felt my body responding to Douglas’s touch of its own accord
and the response was certainly a feminine response. Small
as my breasts were I could feel my nipples becoming very
sensitive and my breasts stiffen.

I could feel Douglas’s response through my dress. He had a
hard on and I could feel his penis bulging pressed against
my groin. Douglas finished kissing my lips and he began
kissing my neck. My body reacted even more ardently.

He whispered in my ear, “I see that you like that Cristine.
And your touch is getting nice and rounded, plenty for me
to grab hold of.”

He kissed me again and this time he pressed his body even
tighter against mine and them jiggled it slightly so that I
could feel his penis moving and pressing into my groin.

I found myself completely under the control of my female
hormones, which now filled my body. Although my mind was
still largely masculine, my body was dictating my responses
and it was becoming feminine. To my astonishment I found
that my body wanted more and wanted to be treated as a
woman’s.

With each touch of Douglas’s hands, I could feel my
masculinity begin to fade and I knew that once gone it
would never come back. Soon it would be gone forever.

Douglas stopped kissing me and whispered in my ear, “Let’s go
to your room, Cristine, and I will show you how attractive I
find you.”

His meaning was clear and yet I found myself actually
wanting him in a way I had never felt before. I was
sexually aroused in a way I had never been before. My
penis, no longer capable of an erection, felt numb, and
what I felt in my groin was like a hollow ache that needed
to be filled. All thought of having to take capsule to
avoid pain had left my head.

I let Douglas lead me by the hand to my room where he
immediately pulled me to him and kissed me again. As we
kissed I felt his hand undo the zip at the back of my dress
and felt it fall down around my ankles.

Douglas then led me to the bed and picking me up in his arms
laid me down on top of it. He stood back and looked down at
me and smiled his approval at the way I looked. I looked up
at him, unsure what would happen next but so full of
feminine desires that I still did not understand.

Douglas lay on the bed beside me and began kissing my neck and
shoulders, gradually moving lower to the top of my breast.
With one hand he slipped his fingers under the top of my
bodyshaper and began to finger my nipple. The sensation was
strangely pleasant and I wanted more.

I could feel Douglas remove his shirt and some new found
feminine instinct made me start to undo his belt and
unfasten his trousers. It was only when Douglas had slid his
hand between my legs that we both realised that I could not
do what we both wanted.

Douglas quickly removed his hand as his finger touched my numb
penis. But I knew that I wanted him some how and there was
only one way left to me. As Douglas lay back on the bed I
shuffled around until my head was in his lap. This time I
had no hesitation in opening my mouth wide and wrapping my
lips around his penis.

I sucked and licked with greater enthusiasm this time. This
time I tried to prolong the experience and give pleasure to
Douglas and myself. When Douglas finally came and his semen
filled my throat I swallowed it eagerly. Unlike the
previous night his semen did not taste so bad and I sucked
at his penis to get every last drop.

Douglas pulled me back up the bed and kissed me. I felt
confused and yet contented in a way I had never imagined.

“Did I do it right this time?” I asked and Douglas smiled.

“You were terrific, Cristine. I have never had a girl do it so
well. And soon I will show you what a man can do for a
girl, yes?”

I nodded and was only faintly surprised at the fact that I
meant it.

We lay on the bed together for a while. I felt so contented
and safe that I nearly forgot about having to take my
capsule.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Angie’s voice
asking if she could come in. She must have known that Douglas
was with me as she waited long enough for him to dress and
give me a quick kiss.

Angie came in and Douglas left the room giving me a wink as he
went. Angie looked at me lying Donnaly on the bed still
wearing just my underwear.

“Well Cristine, I can see from Douglas’s happy smile that this
evening was a success. Now it is time for your capsule and
I think you have earned it”

I sat up with a start, suddenly remembering that I needed
the capsule. Angie handed it to me with a glass of water and
I took it quickly then stretched out again on the bed.

“Even more successful than I thought.” said Angie, “If you
have forgotten all about your capsule.”

Angie then made me tell her all about my time with Douglas and I
had to go into detail as to how I had felt.

“I think it is time I had a word with Dr.Misty.” Angie
said and left me to get undressed and ready for bed.

I went asl**p that night, my mind trying to come to terms
with the fact that my masculinity was nearly gone and that
I was almost a woman.

CHAPTER FOUR

For the next 2 months I continued with the same routine and
treatment. I did aerobics every morning followed by
afternoons spent learning to dance, dressmaking and various
womanly pursuits.

I was still taking the hormone tablets and their effect was
becoming most apparent. I now had a real pair of breasts
and a slim waist whilst my hips and bottom had filled out
to give me an excellent figure.

I had lost all of my masculine strength; my arms and legs
were now soft and rounded rather than muscular. My skin was
soft and smooth and had that sheen to it that I had noticed
on girls in the past.

My hair had grown much longer and was now well below my
shoulders. Angie had insisted that I have it styled and I had
learnt how to use curling tongs and a hair dryer to keep it
looking nice.

I now had quite a large wardrobe including some expensive
dresses and lingerie. Likewise I had accumulated many items
of jewellery, which I now wore regularly. Some of the
pieces had been presents from whoever had paid Dr.Misty
to make me into a woman and Angie said that they were all
very expensive too.

It was funny, but I now felt incomplete unless I was
wearing jewellery, whether it was earrings or bracelets, I
automatically put them on when I got dressed.

Angie had made sure that I tried as many different styles of
clothes as possible and I had begun to enjoy feeling the
swish of my skirt as I walked. As my body changed so did
the way in which my clothes fitted.

It took time for me to get used to the fact that body shape
was changing. I now needed to wear a bra for comfort at
least; my breasts were now so well developed. It had felt
strange at first to have a bosom that made me look so
feminine. Angie told me that my breasts had developed so
perfectly that I should take pride at the fact that other
women would be so envious of me.

My hips and bottom had changed noticeably too. I now had
what Angie described as a perfect figure for a woman. I could
even feel how my clothes fitted so much better.

Angie showed me what corsets could do to make my waist even
smaller and though uncomfortable at first, the reaction I
got from Douglas and other men was starting to make me tingle
with excitement. The feminine side of me was now so strong
that I could enjoy the thought that men were attracted to
me.

The more feminine my appearance became the more feminine I
felt. My emotions and feelings had become almost entirely
female and ever since that night with Douglas I had even begun
to enjoy feeling feminine.

Dr.Misty and Angie were so pleased with my progress that I
was now allowed to go out of the clinic with either Douglas or
Angie as e****t. Angie would take me shopping and if I saw any
clothes or lingerie that I liked she would buy them for me.

My trips out with Douglas were to get me used to being out
with men. He would take me for a meal or out dancing. On
these trips I would be expected to dress up in my prettiest
dresses and make myself as beautiful as I could.

I had gotten used to being stared at by other men when I
was out and to being treated like a lady.

Often the nights out with Douglas would end up with him taking
me back to my room. There Douglas would use me like a woman,
at least as far as he was able to. Sometimes Douglas would
spend the night and we would sl**p together.

Wearing only panties or a G-string I now looked completely
female and Douglas would fondle my breasts and kiss me before
making me either wank him off or give him oral sex.

Each time that I failed to act like a girl I was punished
by not being allowed to take my capsule on time. The pain
was so intense that I would beg to be allowed to take my
capsule and would promise to be a good “girl” in future.

They would make me tell them who and what I was, “Cristine, a
girl called Cristine.”

Gradually my cooperation became automatic and I reconciled
myself to the fact that I was becoming a woman.

I was no longer locked in my room of a night but allowed to
come and go as I pleased. The threat of not getting my
capsule was enough.

The thought of having sex as a woman still scared me but
the hormones in my body had changed my desires in way that
I knew they could only be fulfilled if I had the genitalia
of a woman.

It was at this stage that after taking my shower after my
aerobics session, Angie told me not to get dressed but to
return to my room and lie on the bed to wait for Dr.
Knowles.

I returned to the room and did as I was told. I lay on the
bed naked and waited for Dr.Misty to arrive. The door
opened and he and Angie came in.

“Good Afternoon, Cristine.” he said. “I am going to explain
what we do during the operation and give you some idea of
what it will mean for you.”

He then went on to explain that it was quite a simple
operation these days and that I would wake as complete a
woman as was possible. It would be painful for a day or two
but that the pain would soon pass.

“To be honest most of the ladies we operate on feel so good
that they do not notice the pain at all.”

He explained that I would be given a pre-med, which would
make me drowsy and would then be taken down to the theatre.
There I would be put on the operating table and my legs
would be put up onto a cradle, which would keep them apart
during the operation.

As my testicles had already been removed the operation
would start with the unfastening of my penis. My penis
would then be “skinned” and my urethra exposed. This is
what I urinate through. A cavity would then be made between
my legs, which would in fact become my vagina.

He would make it deep enough to accommodate even the
biggest penis. My urethra would be “stitched” into it and
the soft sensitive skin from my penis would be used line
the inside of my vagina. What was left of my scrotal sac
would be used to create my labia (the lips of my vagina)
and my clitoris.

The shaft of my penis would be amputated and removed.

Dr.Misty smiled at me, “You will find that your vagina
will look and function perfectly. Your vagina will be quite
capable of penetration just as fully as any woman’s. In
fact you will find that because we use the nerve endings
from your penis to form the clitoris you will have
exquisite orgasms during sexual intercourse.”

He spoke as if he was explaining something so simple and I
just lay there listening. I could hear and understand what
he was telling me and yet even now it still sounded so
incredible when he talked of me having a vagina and that it
would so like any other woman’s that I could have sex as a
woman and even enjoy the experience.

I was told that the removal of my testes had meant that my
body no longer produced any male hormones and that
gradually it would start to produce female hormones
naturally. For the first 2 months after my operation I
would continue to have to take hormone tablets until my
body was producing its own.

He then told me that I would wake from the operation with
some degree of discomfort as they would have to insert a
mould into my new vaginal cavity until it had healed and
that it would be a few days before it could be removed and
the swelling go down. After that and provided that I was
able to urinate through my new vagina properly I would be
allowed up and about.

He told me that I would have to use a dildo to help my
vaginal cavity heal properly and to keep it open. The
Doctor added that most women found this highly pleasurable,
as the dildo would cause me to have an orgasm very easily.

After a few months my vagina would be fully healed and I
would be ready to have sex as a woman.

“You will find that you enjoy sex just like any girl,
especially the penetration of your vagina. You will have
orgasms exactly like any other girl and will be brought to
climax in exactly the same way.”

“When you are ready for full sexual intercourse, I will
find a good lover to give you your first shagging, I
promise. After that you will be taught all the sexual
techniques and sexual positions we can teach you so that
you will become the perfect woman.”

Angie came over to me and smiled as she took hold of my arm
and gave me an injection.

“Well Cristine, soon you will be a whole woman and ready to
start a whole new life.”

I gulped, reconciled as I thought I was to the fact that I
was to be changed into a woman. Now the time had come, I
felt dazed. Once they had performed the operation there
could be no chance of me ever becoming a man again. Even
now I could have looked like a man with synthetic
testicles, but once my penis had been amputated that would
be it.

The injection was already making me drowsy as I was lifted
on to a trolley and wheeled down to the operating theatre.
There was no escape for me now.

In the operating theatre I was lifted on to the operating
table and my legs were spread wide apart and a tube was
pushed into my mouth. The anaesthetist gave me an injection
and I was told to breathe deeply and count backwards from a
100. I focused my eyes on my penis as I took a deep breath,
this was to be the last time I would see it and the last
time that I could call myself male. I had just said, 蔴!”
when I fell asl**p.

I dreamt, and my dreams were both pleasant and terrible. I
was floating along on the clouds wearing a gossamer thin
gown and feeling so at peace. Then I was plunging down and
I felt my body being pulled and pulled. The pulling was
centred on my groin and became so intense that I thought I
was being turned inside out, then suddenly the pulling
stopped and I floated free again.

I woke and felt a sharp stab of pain between my legs. I lay
there not knowing where I was, only aware of the intense
pain in my body.

I heard a voice say, “Ah you are awake. I will give you an
injection for the pain now.”

I felt a movement between my legs and the slowly the pain
began to ease. As it eased my mind started to clear. My
operation was over; I was a man no longer! From this day on
I would have the body of a woman and have to do all the
things that women did, and had done to her!

Angie spoke again, “You will feel better soon, Cristine. Try to
sl**p a bit.”

I did sl**p and when I woke a second time my head was much
clearer. Dr.Misty was standing over me and smiled, “I
just want to see how you are, Cristine.” he said and lifted
the bedclothes from me.

I tried to see what had been done to me but I was still
covered in dressings. A tube ran from the top of my thigh.

“Very nice, Cristine. You will have a very nice vagina when
the swelling goes down. One of the best I’ve done. You
really are a woman now, there’s no going back!”

Although I knew my penis had gone and with it the last
trace of my masculinity, I tried to sense if it was still
there. But the sensation was strange. Instead of feeling as
if there was anything between my legs I now felt as if
there was a void.

“When can I see?” I asked the Doctor.

He smiled and told me that the swelling should have eased
by the morning and that I would be able to examine my
vagina then.

“Don’t forget that it will be some weeks before your pubic
hair grows again. When it does you will look and feel just
like any woman between your legs.”

Two days later I had my dressings and tube removed and for
the first time was able to see how I looked between my
legs. Even though I knew what to expect, I was still
shocked at what I saw.

Though swollen I now had a vagina where once I had a penis.
I had not realised how much space my penis and testicles
had occupied. With their complete removal my legs even
looked longer than before. Despite the swelling between my
legs I now looked exactly like a woman.

My new vagina looked like any other woman’s and it seemed
so perfect in every way that I could not resist touching
it. As my finger touched my labia I trembled, it was so
sensitive that I felt my whole body shake.

“My God!” I thought, “If my finger feels like this what
will intercourse be like?”

The fact that I could now be penetrated by a man was now
suddenly so real to me. I suddenly felt very vulnerable.

That morning I had my first pee through my vagina. I had
long since got used to sitting rather standing to pee but
this was different. I could not direct the flow at all now
and I peed just like every other women.

The rest of the day I was allowed to use the lounge,
wearing just my nightie and dressing gown. Walking was
different too. It was so much easier and I found that I now
walked naturally in a feminine way.

The following day I felt even better and after Dr.Misty
had examined me I was told that my vagina was healing
nicely.

“You should start to use the Dildo from now for the next
month. You will not be ready to have sexual intercourse for
that time, at least not full penetration.”

Dr.Misty told me that Angiee would show me what to do with
the dildo and that I should use it at least twice a day for
half an hour. He also advised me to wear stockings rather
than tights for at least another week.

After he had gone I was allowed to get dressed for the
first time since my operation. My panties now fitted me so
tightly, no little bulge at all.

Once dressed in stockings and a pretty skirt and blouse I
was allowed to walk in the clinic grounds. I stepped
outside for the first time as a complete woman. Passers by
could have had no idea of what I had undergone and could
only see me for the girl that I really was now.

I realised that my reaction to men had changed too, I could
now be fucked by them and a tingle went down my spine, if a
man so much as looked at me. I could almost picture them
parting my legs and thrusting their penis in to me. I was
both scared and thrilled at the idea.

After a walk I returned to my room where Angie showed me how
to use the dildo. She explained it’s use very thoroughly
and said that I would enjoy the experience.

“I’ll leave you to do it in private. she said as she left
the room.

I removed my panties and lay on the bed with my legs apart.
Angie had told me to rub some KY jelly around my labia, which
I did. I picked up the dildo and looked at it. The dildo
was about 9 inches long and shaped very much like a man’s
erect penis.

As instructed by Angie, I began by gently stroking the edges
of my vagina with the dildo. To my surprise the pleasure
this gave me was so delectable. Then I began to gently
insert it into my vagina. Almost at once I felt my head
spin with sheer ecstasy.

I was amazed at how deep I could insert the dildo into my
vagina and the deeper I inserted it the more blissful the
sensation. My body was trembling with enjoyment as I moved
the dildo in and out of my vagina.

Of course I had masturbated as a man. But the pleasure then
came suddenly and was over. Now as a woman I felt the
exquisite pleasure of a multiple orgasm. The idea that a
man would now be able to bring me to such a climax
frightened me and at the same time thrilled me to the core.

I would have continued using the dildo for hours more had
Angie not returned. She smiled at me as I put my panties back
on and whispered, “That’s the best part of the operation.”

I asked her how deep my vaginal cavity was and she told me
that I had been very fortunate as Dr.Misty had been able
to make it as deep as most women’s. It seemed that I would
easily be able to accommodate even the most well endowed
man and the very thought made my body tense.

It was starting to come home to me just what had happened
to me. From now on a man could make love to me just like
any other woman. My body was now that of a girl and capable
of being penetrated by a man. And men would want to make
love to me, Angie told me. And I would enjoy it because I had
a woman’s body.

I was allowed to spend the next week relaxing and letting
my body heal fully. I walked in the gardens and sat around
the lounge or my room reading and watching TV. All my
reading material and TV programmes were still restricted to
those considered more suitable to women and by this time I
had actually started to find them interesting.

The romantic novels that I had been given to read now took
on a different meaning. I found reading the passages
dealing with sex took on a new light now that I too could
perform sexually as a woman.

I mentioned this to Angie one night when she was sitting with
me in the lounge. Angie laughed and said that if I thought
reading about was different now, I should try watching a
blue video. She promised to bring me one to my room later
that night.

“If you watch it while using the dildo, you will find it
even more interesting. giggled Angie.

I had not seen Douglas since my operation and I wondered what
he would be like now that I had finally become a whole
woman.

Angie said that he had been away doing a job for Dr.Misty,
and then she smirked and said, Now I wonder why you want to
see Douglas? Well soon you will be able to give him more than
just a blowjob”

I asked if Douglas would be the one that Dr.Misty had told
me would teach me how to enjoy sex as a woman. Angie said
that Dr.Misty might allow Douglas to “deflower” me but that
there was someone else, a sex ther****t, who would show me
how to get the most out of being a woman.

“I am glad that you are showing such a keen interest in
sex, Cristine. It makes everything so much easier.

I replied that it was simply that I had no alternative but
to be willing.

“Thanks to you and Dr.Misty, I have all the sexual urges
of a girl and I know there is only one way for me to get
satisfaction now. It is not that my mind wants sex, it is
my body that is crying out for it and there is only one way
now for me to have it, and that is as a woman.

I was still sitting in the lounge when Douglas entered. He
came over to me asked how I was. I told him that I was
fine. I then realised that I did not know if Douglas knew that
I had been operated on.

“I had the operation a few days ago, Douglas, Did you know?” I
asked

Douglas looked at me and smiled, “Yes I did know. Dr.Misty
says it was very successful. That you are perfect now.

“Well I am certainly different” I said, conscious now that
Douglas knew that I could have full sex as a woman. It was a
funny feeling knowing that Douglas could now thrust is penis
into my vagina and bring me to climax in a way that I had
done to woman in the past.

Douglas was busy and said he would come along to see me later.
He said it with a twinkle in his eye and I hoped that he
knew that I still had to wait some weeks before I could
have full sexual intercourse.

I returned to my room and lay on the bed and watched some
TV. As usual it was a woman’s programme and was about
hairdressing. I started to picture myself in the different
hairstyles. My hair was now so long that I could choose
almost any style.

After a while I decided that it was time for my exercises
with the dildo. I was getting to like using it as it gave
me so much pleasure. But I had been told not to overdo it,
especially at first.

I removed my panties and tights and lay on the bed with my
legs apart. Slowly I began to caress the outer lips of my
vagina with the dildo. This was enough to make me tingle
with excitement. Gradually I allowed myself to insert the
dildo further and further into my vagina.

At first my vagina was a little sore but as I slid it in
and out the soreness faded away to be replaced by sheer
pleasure. I was still astounded at how far I could get the
dildo inside me.

I began to climax and let myself relax and enjoy the
sensation of pleasure when I was conscious of the fact that
someone had entered the room.

It was Douglas. He looked down at me and smiled, “You look as
if you are having fun, Cristine.” he said, “Mind if I join
you?”

I was still in state of ecstasy and hardly able to speak.
Douglas bent down and kissed me as I continued to slide the
dildo in and out.

“It might be more fun if I did it for you.” said Douglas. “But
first I think you should take off your clothes so that they
do not get crumpled.”

Douglas helped me to undress and I lay back on the bed wearing
only my jewellery and a smile. Douglas looked down at my naked
body and grinned at me.

“You are perfect.” he said as he looked down at my new
cunt. “Your body is perfect in every way now.”

Douglas then took off his clothes and lay on the bed besides
me. He picked up the dildo and began by stroking the inner
part of my thighs, gradually moving closer and closer to my
vagina. My sense of anticipation was tremendous. Having no
control over the dildo made the pleasure even more acute.

When Douglas finally touched my labia with the end of the
dildo my entire body shuddered with delight. Then he began
to slide it into my vagina, very gently but with such
affect that I began to climax at once. I pressed my head
back in to the pillows and just revelled in the sensations
I was feeling. Douglas was pleased too I could feel that his
dick had become hard and erect.

I suddenly wished that Douglas were using his dick inside me
rather than the inanimate dildo.

As Douglas carried on sliding the dildo in and out I began to
stroke his dick for him. I could feel him respond and heard
him sigh with pleasure. At last we were able to give each
other pleasure.

“Lets try it this way…” said Douglas and I willingly let him
manoeuvre my body around until we were lying on our sides
but with our feet against each other’s heads. In this
position Douglas was able spread my legs and insert the dildo
inside me again while I now found that Douglas’s penis was
close to my mouth.

I wrapped my lips around Douglas’s penis and began to lick and
suck as Douglas slid the dildo in and out of my vagina. I was
in a permanent state of climax and enjoying every minute of
it. I could feel Douglas responding too as I sucked and sucked
his dick.

By the time that Douglas shot his load and my mouth filled
with his semen I was so delirious with pleasure that I was
sorry it was nearly over.

Douglas turned my body around and we lay together on the bed.
I kissed him and smiled, “Thank you, Douglas Dear.” I said,
“That was wonderful.”

Douglas grinned and kissed me back.

“And soon I will have you properly, Cristine. And then you
will find out what it feels like to have man inside you
instead of a piece of plastic.”

We lay together for several hours. Douglas held me in his arms
and I felt so safe there. I felt like a woman and wanted to
be loved as a woman. There was no trepidation at the
thought of being shagged any more, my body was that of a
woman and it ached for a man.

CHAPTER FIVE

The next few weeks seemed endless. I still did my exercises
with Angie, though now it was to keep my figure in shape. I
continued to learn all sorts of female pastimes, like
knitting and flower arranging. They were all designed to
make me as whole a woman as was possible.

I still used the dildo regularly and I had told Angie about
my night with Douglas and how much I had wanted him to really
make love to me. She had smiled and said, “Just a little
longer, Cristine. And then I am sure Dr.Misty will say you
will be ready for full intercourse.”

I had asked her several times what would happen to me when
my treatment was finished. Would I be allowed to go my own
way? But then of course what would be my own way?

Angie had told me not to worry and that eventually I would be
able to start to lead my own life as a woman. Legally
everything I had owned as a man was still mine but now it
belonged to me as a woman called Cristine.

“We know that you are quite well off, even rich. But once
Dr.Misty accepts a job he always finishes it. It just
means that you are now a wealthy woman instead of a wealthy
man.” said Angie.

I asked too, about who had arranged for my treatment and
why, but Angie just said that all would be revealed in time
and that it had never been the intention to harm me, just
make me become a woman.

All she would say about the person who had paid for my
transformation into a woman, was that I would be very
surprised when I did find out and even more surprised when
I found out the reason.

Dr.Misty examined me regularly and it was strange but
now I was even embarrassed at undressing in front of him.
Dr.Misty said that this showed just how good a job he
had done in making me in to a girl.

It had been nearly three months after my operation that Dr.
Knowles examined me for the last time. I had stripped to my
bra and panties and Dr.Misty had examined my vagina and
asked me if I had experienced any problems using the dildo.
I replied that I had not and he smiled at me.

“Well Cristine, my dear, I think from now on you only need to
use the dildo for pleasure. Your vagina has healed nicely
and I am quite confident that you can now experience full
intercourse as a woman without any problems.”

I smiled back at him. I knew that this time would come but
the fact that I was now officially capable of sex as a
woman made my head spin. There would be no more playing at
sex, I could now have sex with a man and he could use me
like any other woman.

Dr.Misty smiled at me again and said in a low voice,
“All that remains now is for you to lose your ‘virginity’.
I will ask Angie to make the arrangements and hopefully you
can do that tonight.”

I was a little surprised at the quickness with which I was
to have sex for my first time, and yet quietly thrilled at
the idea.

I left Dr.Misty’s room and returned to the lounge
wondering if it would be Douglas that would make love to me
for the first time. I had been sitting there for a little
while trying to get used to the idea that I was to lose my
virginity (again), when Angie came up to me and grinned.

“Well Cristine, Dr.Misty tells me that you are ready for
your first time with a man. I have made all the arrangement
and all you have to do is to get yourself ready to go out
for 7 o’clock. I would suggest that you wear a basque and
stockings, it will make things easier for you.” Angie said.

I was full of questions of course, and asked Angie if she
knew who it would be. Would it be Douglas, I asked.

Angie then proceeded to tell me exactly what would happen
tonight and also what would happen to me for the next three
months. This came as quite a surprise, not to say a shock.

Angie told me that in addition to my treatment to change me
into a woman, their client had also insisted that once my
change was complete I was to be made to work in a brothel
for three months.

“Work in a brothel?” I asked incredulously, “Why on earth
would they want me to do that?”

Angie explained that the client wanted me to experience at
first hand what it felt like to be used by men in whatever
way they wanted. I was to learn to become completely
submissive to men and to all their desires.

Angie also pointed out that it would only be at the end of
these three months that I would be given the antidote that
would make me free of the capsules. Until then my
cooperation was ensured.

I could not argue, Angie made that clear to me. I had to
accept that for the next three months I would be a
hooker!

“Mind you, Cristine. It is a very good club and you will
really learn what it is to be a woman in a man’s world.”
said Angie.

It appeared that I would live at the club for the next
three months. The Owner of the club would have a supply of
my capsules but did not know why I had to take them. I
would be expected to be available whenever I was wanted and
any money I earned would be paid to Dr.Misty. This was
all part of the agreement with the client.

I really did not know what to make of this turn of events.
I had no choice, of course, but even so I had only just got
used to idea of being a woman and now I had to become a
hooker!

Angie said that all Douglas would take all my clothes over to
the club the following afternoon. The club would supply me
with “working” clothes and also give me some pocket money
to spend. Things like hairdressing, make up and perfume
would all be provided by the club.

I returned to my room trying to come to terms with yet
another shock. I was shocked and thrilled at the same time.
I would experience sex as a woman tonight for the first
time but after that I would be having sex all the time.

That afternoon I had a bath and arranged to have my hair
done. My hair was now very long and styled. Angie said that
it made me look like Farrah Fawcett out of Charlie’s Angels
and I think this was a compliment.

At 5.30 pm I stared to get ready. I did my make up and
following Angie’s instructions I put on my white basque and
stockings. My dress was of white chiffon with a low
neckline and lace around the hem of a full skirt.
Underneath I wore a layered white petticoat. White shoes
with 3-inch heel completed my attire.

At 7 o’clock Angie knocked on my door. She came in and looked
at me and smiled. “Well Cristine, Tonight is the night! Soon
you will be a fully functioning woman.”

I half smiled at her. I did want to have sex as a woman and
yet the thought still scared me. I knew from the way I felt
using the dildo that it could be pleasurable, but to have a
man actually putting his penis inside me might be
different. And then what of afterwards?

I would have no choice but to be a hooker, what if I
did not like having sex with a man? Would I be able to act
so like a woman that men would not wonder about me?

Angie looked me up and down and said that I looked fine. She
then told me to follow her out to the car. I did so knowing
full well that I would not be returning to the clinic.

The club was the other side of the town and I was surprised
to find that it looked just like a large country house. Angie
explained that it had at one time been just that and that I
would find staying there really quite pleasant.

We drew up outside and Angie led me in to the club. It was
still early and there was hardly anyone about. Angie went
straight up to the bar and spoke to the barman. Within a
few minutes a woman came out. Angie introduced me to her.

“Donna, this is Cristine. Cristine is ready to start work for you
straight away, I think Dr.Misty has already spoken to
you?”

Donna, who apparently was the owner of the club smiled at
me and shook my hand, “Welcome Cristine, my what a pretty girl
you are. You will have no problems settling in here.” She
turned to Angie and said that she had spoken to Dr.Misty
and understood that I was there for three months.

“Dr.Misty said it was a kind of therapy. I will not ask
what the problem was, Cristine, Dr.Misty has assured me
that you need to have regular contact with men and I am
sure I can provide you with that.” she smiled as she spoke
and her meaning was quite obvious.

I was told to go upstairs and I would be met by one of the
girls, Melissa, who would make me a cup of coffee and help me
choose something to wear. I did as I was told and was met
at the top of the stairs by Melissa, who turned out to be
black. She grinned at me and took my hand.

“Hello Cristine, you will like it here. It is a great place
and the customers are really good.” said Melissa as she led
me into a lounge.

I was introduced to several other girls all of whom were
wearing only underwear underneath silk dressing gowns. They
seemed to be very friendly and were eager to ask me how I
had come to be starting at the club.

Of course I could not tell them the real reason, so I
simply said that I had led a sheltered life and was eager
to have some fun.

The other girls seemed to accept this and went on to tell
me that new girls at the club had a special introduction to
the customers and that tonight would be my night.

Melissa explained that I would be dressed as a bride and that
I would be introduced to the members of the club, one of
who could have me for my ‘honeymoon’ night.

“If you are lucky, Cristine, it can be just like the real
thing. Some of our customers can be very expert lovers and
will treat you like a virgin on her wedding night. It makes
it more fun for them too.”

Melissa then took me to her room, which I would be sharing
with her. My bridal gown was already laid out on the bed
for me and Melissa said that I should get changed and that
she would help me.

I undressed, the first time in front of another girl other
than Angie. Melissa smiled at me and said that I had a
wonderful figure and the gown, which had been selected
because it was my size, Angie had given them details of my
measurements, would look lovely on me.

With the gown were items of underwear and shoes. They were
all designer items and quite expensive.

Melissa said that my make up and hair were fine and handed me
the basque and stockings.

I put on the white satin and lace basque. The basque was
heavily boned and it pulled my waist in so narrow that I
bet Douglas would have been able to circle it with just his
fingers. Even so it was comfortable to wear.

With the basque I put on the delicate pair of panties that
went with it and a pair of sheer white silk stockings.
There was a white silk garter with a small blue rose to
match the basque and stockings.

I felt so excited as I put on the net petticoat. It was
full length and so full. I twirled and felt the layers of
net swish as I moved. White silk ribbon was woven into each
layer and the hems were all trimmed in white lace. Melissa
helped me to slip the dress over my head and zip me up. It
fitted so perfectly!

The dress itself had a white satin bodice with a low cut
neckline trimmed in lace. It had padded shoulders giving
way to three quarter length sleeves in matching satin. The
whole bodice was decorated with diamante and it sparkled in
the light. The full skirt was of matching white silk
chiffon and it rested easily over the net underskirt.

White satin shoes with 3-inch heel completed the ensemble.

Melissa looked at me and smiled. She said that I looked so
beautiful and that any of the members would die to have me
for the night.

She then helped me put on the white veil which was held in
place with a headband of flowers.

I looked at myself in the mirror and was thrilled at how I
looked. I looked like a bride and felt so like a bride.

I was still standing there when Donna came in. She looked
and me and smiled, “Very pretty, Cristine, very pretty indeed.
Now has Melissa explained what will happen tonight?” she
asked.

I nodded and added that I would be “sold” off to be
someone’s bride for the night.

Donna smiled and then said gently, “I know that this is
your first time, not just at a club like this but with a
man. Even so I am sure that you will be okay. Our members
are all well known to us and when I say that you are a
‘virgin’ bride, whoever you end up with will be gentle with
you. Heck it will even make it more fun for them. Mind you
they will still expect you to do what they want and,” Donna
added, “They will have you for the whole night. I do not
think you will get much sl**p and you will certainly lose
your virginity. And by the way, our members do not use
condoms. They are all clean and I keep the girls that way
too.”

Donna then informed me of some of the ground rules for
girls at the club. The were only two rules, first of all,
the girls had to call Donna “Madame”, and the second was
that the customer was always right and had to be obeyed
without question, no matter how kinky the request.

I nodded that I understood and then asked, “When will I
actually go downstairs, Madame?”

Donna said that she would take me down in about half an
hour, when the club had started to fill. I would sit on the
stage for about an hour so that the members could have a
good look at me before she would start the bidding. The
bidding itself would take no more than 10 minutes and then
I would be off on my ‘honeymoon’.

Melissa took me back to the lounge where the other girls all
said that I looked very pretty in white and that my dress
really suited me. I sat down on a straight-backed chair to
wait. I felt quite nervous, I knew that in a few hours time
I would be having full sexual intercourse as a woman and
with a man that I had not yet met.

The thought made my body tremble, both with apprehension
and anticipation. In many ways I probably felt like any
girl on her ‘wedding’ day.

Melissa and one of the girls called Cindy returned to the
lounge dressed as bridesmaids. Melissa explained that they
would also be auctioned off with me. They wore long pink
silk dresses and had a garland of flowers around their
heads.

As the minutes ticked by I became more and more nervous.
The Donna came in carrying a bouquet of flowers, which she
gave to me.

“Well Cristine, I think you are ready to meet your ‘husband’.
Follow me and we will get the show on the road.”

I stood up and Melissa and Cindy adjusted my veil and then
fell in behind me as Donna led me downstairs to the club.
My legs felt wobbly as I walked down the stairs, clutching
my bouquet of flowers in front of me, to be sold off for
sex.

Donna led the way and motioned for me to wait as she went
up on to the stage. She clapped her hands to attract the
attention of the men in the room and they all fell silent
and turned towards her.

“Gentlemen!” she said in a loud voice, “As you know tonight
is a very special night. We have a new girl coming to join
us and when you see her I think you will agree that she is
very beautiful indeed.” Donna waved her hand at me and
Melissa whispered to me to walk on to the stage.

I trembled as I walked from the shadows and in to the light
on the stage. Melissa and Cindy followed me and as I neared
Donna she took hold of my hand and guided me to her side. I
glanced out at the crowd of men, aware that they were all
staring just at me and knowing that soon I would be bedded
by one of them.

Donna spoke again as some of the men gave me a wolf
whistle. “This is Cristine, and as you can see she is a very
pretty girl. As most of you will know it is the custom at
this club to mark the occasion in a very special way. You
will all have the chance to bid for Cristine and the lucky
winner will have her as his ‘bride’ for the night. And
Cristine does make a lovely bride as you can see. To make the
night even more special, I should tell you that Cristine has
not yet slept with a man and what you will be getting is a
real virgin bride.”

Donna then told me to sit on one of the chairs that had
been brought out on to the stage for my ‘bridesmaids’ and
myself. We sat as Donna then reminded the men that whoever
put up the greatest bid would have me for the night as his
bride. The second and third highest bids would take Melissa
and Cindy. The men had to write their bids down and hand
them into Donna within the next hour.

I sat there on the stage as the hour slowly passed by. Some
of the men would come up to the stage and look me over and
I could sense that I certainly appealed to most of them.
Melissa would laugh and joke with those that she recognised
and so would Cindy. I smiled nervously if they tried to
speak to me and blushed when they made comments as to how
good they would be at helping me lose my ‘virginity’.

I felt both terrified and yet aroused at the thought that
soon I would be taken upstairs by one of these men and that
they would use me as a woman. I glanced at some of the men
and tried to imagine what it would like if it was them who
won me. I could see the clock on the wall opposite edge
round as the hour finally passed.

Donna came back on to the stage and clapped her hands.
There was immediate silence from the men in the room. She
had three sheets of paper in her hands and as she sorted
them into order she spoke, “Right Gentlemen, I have your
bids and I am pleased to say that the bids have been very
high tonight. Well, I must admit, Cristine is a very pretty
girl and I am sure she will give one of you a wonderful
‘honeymoon’ tonight.”

She glanced at me and smiled. She then proceeded to
Angieounce the three highest bids in reverse order. As she
called out the names of the men that had just bid too low,
they each came on to the stage and put their arms around
Melissa and Cindy. Then it was to be my turn and I felt my
heart pounding and my knees tremble as I waited for her to
Angieounce who it was that would take me to bed with him.

“And the man who is to be the lucky groom for such a lovely
bride as Cristine, is…” she paused and the men went silent.
“And the groom is Peter.”

I could hardly look as a man leapt up from the floor and on
to the stage. But terrified as I was I had to see who was
going to make love to me.

Peter stood in front of me and as I raised my head I found
that he was tall and I had to look up in to his face. I was
in for a pleasant surprise for Peter turned out to be quite
handsome and young. He had blonde wavy hair and he smiled
down at me in a pleasant way.

Donna Angieounced that it was time for Peter to kiss his
bride and she raised my veil as Peter bent over me and
kissed me full on the lips. The affect was amazing. Nervous
though I was I felt my body respond to his touch. Peter
swept me up in to his arms and carried me from the stage to
the cheers of the rest of the men.

I heard some of them shout, “Give her one for me, you lucky
bastard.”

I was carried upstairs to a room, which had been designated
as the ‘bridal suite’. Donna, Cindy, Melissa and the men with
them followed us in to the room.

Donna told Peter to put me down so that Melissa and Cindy
could make me ready for my ‘honeymoon’.

As Peter and the other men watched Melissa and Cindy took my
bouquet of flowers from me an unzipped my dress, which fell
to the floor leaving me standing just in my underwear and
veil. I stood there with my eyes lowered feeling very
nervous but slowly raised them to look at the men.

I could tell from the look on their faces that I pleased
them standing there in my basque and stockings. I turned to
look at Peter. His face also showed that he liked what he
saw and the bulging in his trousers revealed even more to
me.

I trembled at the thought that his dick caused that bulge
and that soon he would put it inside me. He was so tall and
I wondered with some trepidation if his dick was just as
big.

Donna took hold of Melissa and Cindy’s arms and led them and
the other men out of the room. As she left she turned to
Peter and said, “Now Peter, it’s time for the happy couple
to consummate their wedding. Cristine is very nervous so
please be gentle with her. I would suggest that it would be
best to give her a good shag straight off, it will help her
to relax and then you will have the rest of the night to
try some thing more special.”

I gulped and trembled as I her Donna telling Peter to take
me quickly, and yet, I wanted to be shagged and to feel as
a woman feels with a man thrusting in to her. I heard the
door close and then looked up to see Peter come towards me.
My heart raced as I waited for his touch.

Peter raised my veil and pulled me to him. He kissed me
hard and long and I felt his hands on my breasts. At his
touch my body responded instantly and I felt my nipples
harden and my body ache to be joined with his. I could feel
his hard penis pressing against me and wanted it inside me.

Our lips parted and spoke, “I think you had best take your
shoes off, Cristine.” and I quickly removed them, eager to
obey and yet still almost terrified at what was to come.

He led me to the king-size bed and laid me on it. I lay
back as he gently removed my panties, giving my vagina a
little stroke with his hand as he did so. He tossed my
panties away saying that I would not be needing them again
that night and then he stood before me as he undressed.

Terrified as I was I was also eager to see what lay behind
the bulge in his trousers. He removed his shirt, shoes and
socks and then unzipped his fly. His manhood almost came
tumbling out as he took off his trousers and then his
shorts.

My eyes widened as I saw his penis in all its glory. It was
so long and rigid and soon it would be thrusting in to my
vagina.

“Now I promise I will be gentle, sweet Cristine.” he said as
he eased my legs apart and gone on top of me.

I braced myself and my breathing became very light as I
waited for the touch of his penis against my thigh. And
then I felt it as Peter used his hand to guide his penis to
the lips of my vagina. I was about to become a real woman!

I could feel his penis, hot and hard touch my labia and
then felt Peter’s body move as he trust it into me. His
penis slid past my clitoris and I gasped loudly. The
feeling was exquisite! And then I felt his penis thrust
deeper and my head began to whirl with pleasure.

I lay my head back on the pillow as Peter began thrusting
in and out. Each stroke of his penis inside my vagina was
heavenly and I began to moan with sheer elation. Peter
seemed pleased that he had brought me to climax so quickly
and he began to fondle my breasts at the same time. This
made my orgasm even more intense.

Using a dildo had been nothing like this. My vagina was
filled with a warm living penis and it stimulated my
clitoris so much more than the dildo had ever done.

I could feel Peter thrust quicker and quicker and then his
body shuddered as he too reached a climax. For the first
time I felt what it was like to have a man come inside me
and fill my vagina with semen. To me it was heaven! And now
I was truly all woman!

Peter’s body shuddered as he f***ed the last drop of semen
in to my vagina and then he collapsed on top of me
exhausted. I was also exhausted yet my body felt so
complete. I lay under Peter and revelled in the fact that I
was no longer a virgin.

Peter kissed me and I put my arms around his neck and
kissed him back with fervour. He whispered in my ear, “Well
Cristine, how does it feel to lose your virginity?”

I replied, “Wonderful. You made me feel so alive!”

Peter smiled and I could tell that he knew that I was so
aroused that I wanted more. He said, “I will need a few
minutes before I can mount you again, but seeing as you are
so keen to perform your wifely duties, you can suck my
dick, but first I think you should get undressed fully so
that I can see your lovely body.”

I quickly undressed as Peter laid on the bed watching me
and then I lay on the bed with my head in his lap. I took
his penis in my mouth and began to lick and suck it with
enthusiasm. As I did so Peter began stroking my vagina with
his fingers and this was enough in itself to bring me to
climax.

I was quickly learning that as a woman my orgasms just grew
and grew as long as my cunt was being touched. Having it
touched by a man made my orgasms even more intense and I
knew that I could not live without such pleasure.

After only a few minutes sucking Peter’s penis I could feel
it stiffen in my mouth as Peter came aroused again. My
heart leapt at the knowledge that soon he would thrust it
inside my body again.

Peter motioned for me to stop sucking his penis and for me
to turn my body way from him. I realised that he intended
to take me from behind and I showed my willingness by going
on to my knees and hands and raising my bottom up for him.

I felt Peter use his hands to spread my legs a little wider
apart as guided his penis between my legs and in to my
vagina. As he thrust it home it made me start.

The feeling was even more intense this way as he began to
thrust and thrust. Peter had his hands around my breasts,
fingering my nipples as he pulled my body on to his
thrusting penis.

Peter was able to really pull my body on to his penis and
it penetrated my vagina so deeply that I could really feel
him deep inside me. My vagina was perfect and I felt the
most fantastic orgasm as Peter shafted me harder and
harder.

I realised that I was groaning with sheer pleasure and thus
made Peter thrust even more energetically.

The rest of the night passed with me being fucked several
times and by the morning I was exhausted. Peter had left me
alone in the room and once I woke I lay there thinking of
the night before. I was no longer a virgin and even more
startling was the fact that I was so eager to be fucked all
over again.

Donna came in to the room at about 8am and told me that I
should get up and have some breakfast.

“Well Cristine, What is like not being a virgin any more?”

“Wonderful…” I replied unable to get the grin off my
face.

Donna told me that I would be on call from noon and that I
should get bathed and do my hair and make up.

“There is no point in getting dressed, Just put on a basque
and stockings. You can wear panties until 12 but then you
may as well take them off ready.”

I did as I was told and wearing only basque, stockings and
panties with a negligee over the top I joined Melissa and
Cindy in the living room. They too asked me how I had felt
at losing my virginity and I repeated that it had been
wonderful.

Us girls just sat around the living room reading and
talking to pass the time. Melissa told me stories of the
different men she had had sex with and the variety of
positions that it was possible to be fucked in.

She also told me more about how the club operated, except
for weekends clients usually just came to the club anytime
between noon and 2 am and chose a girl to take up to one of
the rooms. Occasionally a party would be booked and of
course the girls were all included in the amenities.

At weekends Donna would sometimes arrange special evenings,
like my ‘wedding night’ or organise some games. Donna gave
me an example of one of the games called ‘musical chairs’.

Apparently about a dozen men would sit on chairs in the
middle of the room. They would have removed their trousers
and underpants and would watch an equal number of us girls
walk around them naked while the music played. The idea was
to arouse them in to getting an erection so that when the
music stopped, the girl could sit on a man’s lap facing him
and impale herself on his penis. The last girl to get her
man to climax would be eliminated.

The whole process would begin again with one less man and
one less girl. If any man was unable to get a hard-on while
the girls danced around, he was replaced with some one
else.

“Usually the substitutes have got a real hard-on by then
and there the easiest to get to come.” hinted Donna.

The game was finished when there was only one girl and one
man left. The winner, it was always the man, was then
allowed to take the girl away for a good hours shagging
free of charge.

“I was the last girl once when we had started with 18
chairs. The man who won had come on as a substitute when we
were down to only two. Which of course meant that when he
took me away for an hours shagging, he was still fresh. I
was so exhausted, what with 18 fucks in the game and the
hour with him afterwards.”

At 12 o’clock Donna came in and told us to take off our
panties. Seeing the other girls with their vagina exposed
made me realize how perfect mine looked. It was exactly
like theirs.

After only a few minutes a man came in and after agreeing a
price with Donna took hold of Melissa’s hand and went
upstairs. This left only Cindy and I. The next man looked
at each of us in turn and then pointed at me and said,

“I have not seen her before, what’s her name?”

Donna told him I was called Cristine and the man said he would
have me. I took hold of his outstretched hand and went
upstairs with him. Donna had said that he had paid for an
hour and I was to do anything he wished.

Despite my experiences of the previous night I was still a
little nervous. The man seemed to like this and told me to
lie on the bed while he removed his clothes.

The rooms all had wardrobes in which all sorts of sex toys
were kept. The man opened it and took out some silk cord
with which he tied my hands and feet to the four corners of
the bed. I could not resist him, as he was so f***eful.

Next he took out a battery operated dildo and easing my
thighs apart inserted it in to my vagina and switched it
on.

“I just want to warm you up, Susie.” he said as he sat back
and watched me tremble with pleasure.

He left me to experience the dildo for nearly five minutes.
My body shook with pleasure and I could see his penis
becoming more and more erect. Finally he came over to the
bed, removed the dildo and put is penis in instead.

I was already climaxing and so the feeling of his penis
penetrating me only served to keep me on a high. When he
had finally come himself he got off me and without a word
replaced the dildo and switched it back on.

He kept repeating this for the whole hour, which meant that
I was kept in a state of orgasm all the time. By the time
his hour was up I was exhausted and my vagina felt as if my
orgasm would never fade.

“Well I enjoyed that Cristine,” he said as he untied me and
helped me to my feet. I could hardly walk without
climaxing, so sensitive had my vagina become. I was still
smiling when I returned to the lounge.

Melissa looked at me and said that I looked flushed and I
told her what had happened. She laughed and said that he
always did that to the girls he picked.

“You will find your cunt will be so sensitive now for the
rest of the day. I bet we will never get the grin off your
face. Well Cristine, now your learning what its like to be a
hooker. What ever they want they get and we girls just
have to lie back and take it.”

I only had 10 minutes rest when I was chosen again. This
time I had to suck his dick first and then he shagged me
from behind. I was told to bark like a dog as he howled.
While he rested waiting to become hard enough to shag me
again I was told to suck his dick.

The rest of the day went on like that. I was lucky to get
even 10 minutes between men and each time they all wanted
to fuck me in their own peculiar way. I was fucked with
them lying on top of me or with me on top of them. I was
fucked from behind, tied up and fucked.

I told to suck their dicks and some even sucked my cunt
after first shagging me.

We had a short break to have some food at 6 o’clock but
even then I was whisked away to be shagged. Donna had some
workmen in to re-carpet the lounge and she even offered the
three men a free fuck of Melissa, Cindy and me. I was
learning quickly that I was there to be used and used I
was.

It was only when I was back in my room after a very long
day being fucked that I realised that I had lost count of
how many men had shagged me. And this was only my first day
of the three months. Donna came to my room as I lay there
exhausted and gave me the capsule, which I had forgotten
all about. I was trapped here in the brothel!

The next three months eventually passed by. I must have
been shagged by at least 18 men a day for nearly 100 days
making approximately 1000 men who had used me. The number of
times that I had been fucked was much, much higher as most
of them were capable of fucking me 4 times in the session.
So I had been fucked nearly 3600 times by the end of the
three months.

I took part in Donna’s special evenings and even won
‘musical chairs’ on two occasions. Donna was very creative
and on another evening she arranged a reconstruction of an
historical event. This was where Messalina, the wife of the
roman emperor, Claudius, chDouglasged the leading whore in
Rome to see who could be fucked by the most men, one after
the other.

I was selected by Donna to play Messalina and Melissa played
the Whore of Rome. We were led on to the stage and stripped
naked by two men from the audience.

Two four-poster beds were then placed on the stage and
Melissa and I were placed on them with our arms and legs tied
to each of the posts. For the rest of the evening all the
men in the club were invited to fuck us repeatedly. As the
club was full it meant that Melissa and I were kept very
busy.

Once my orgasm started with the first man to fuck me I was
kept in a state of ecstasy all night. I could feel the pool
of semen gradually soaking the mattress below by bottom. By
the end of the evening all the men at the club must have
fucked Melissa and I at least twice.

In the real historical event, the contest finished when the
Whore of Rome said she could take no more fucking. In our
version neither Melissa nor I were allowed to say we had had
enough. We just had to lie there and be fucked all night.

Donna declared the contest a draw and Melissa and I were
untied and helped away. My legs ached and my vagina was
rubbed sore with so many penises being thrust in to it.
Even so I was smiling!

On another special evening Donna again selected me for a
special role. I was led naked on to the stage and tied to a
bed with my legs spread wide apart. Straps were placed over
my waist and across my thighs so that I could not move my
body at all.

Donna then produced a massive vibrator, which she invited a
young man from the floor to insert up my vagina. I gasped
as he winked at me and gave it a little extra push.

I lay there unable to move as Donna Announced that for the
rest of the evening I was to be “warmed up”. What she meant
was that the vibrator was to be turned on and left to
vibrate up my cunt for the rest of the night. Donna turned
the vibrator on and I was soon groaning with pleasure that
had no end to it.

The evening wore on and I began to dream as my body was
kept in a permanent state of climax. There were times when
I thought I would pass out with sheer pleasure but some how
I stayed awake.

As if having a vibrator up me was not enough, Donna also
encouraged men to come up and have me suck their cocks for
them, or for one of the other girls to wank them off so
that they come all over me.

By the end of the evening I was nearly delirious with
ecstasy and covered in semen. The final act was when Donna
switched off the vibrator and undid the straps about my
waist and thighs but left me tied to the bed. I was then
offered to any of the men who wanted to fuck me for free! I
lost count of how many actually did fuck me but I was kept
busy for another two hours at least.

Not all the special events took place at the club.
Occasionally girls would be hired out for the weekend and
would be taken to wherever the party was.

One Friday afternoon Donna met me as I came down stairs
after having had sex with 2 men at the same time (One had
fucked me whilst the other had his penis in my mouth for me
to suck)

Donna told me to bathe and to dress in just a basque,
panties, stockings and shoes. I had an hour to get ready.

When Donna returned I stood there in my underwear and Donna
looked me up and down and smiled, “Very nice, Cristine, now
put this coat on you are going away for the weekend.”

Donna handed me a long fur coat, which I put on and
fastened. With the coat on it was impossible to tell that I
was not fully dressed. I followed Donna out to a car and
got in to the back seat.

We drove for nearly two hours before pulling up outside a
large country house. Donna told me to get out of the car
and to follow her in to the house. I did as I was told.

Inside the house Donna was met by a man whom Donna called
Davis. I could hear Donna speaking with him and then she
turned to me.

“Take off your coat, Cristine.” she said and when I done so
Donna took it from me.

“I think you will agree, Cristine is a very pretty girl and I
am sure you and your friends will find her very willing and
will do everything she is told.”

Davis looked at me and smiled as Donna continued, “The case
contains some little toys which you can use if you wish.
Now do you want Cristine dressed as she is or do you want her
naked?”

Davis said that for the time being he wanted me to stay as I
was but then added, “Perhaps she should remove her panties
for now.”

Donna told me to remove my panties, which I did and Davis
grinned when he looked at my bushy cunt. Donna then took
something from the case and fastened a collar and chain
around my neck.

She handed one end of the chain to Davis and said, “Well,
Cristine is all yours. I will come back on Monday morning for
her. Just remember to feed her and of course she will need
to use the toilet from time to time. You may watch her of
course.” she added.

Donna left and Davis smiled at me as he led me down the
hallway and up the stairs. I had no choice but to follow
and was led in to a large bedroom were I was told to lie on
the bed.

Davis fastened the chain to the end of the bed and was about
to leave when he looked back at me and grinned, “Oh what
the hell, I may as well see what you are like before the
others come.”

As he spoke he took off his clothes and climbed on top of
me. Quickly he thrust his penis up me and began to pump. It
did not take him long before he came and of course I began
to climax too.

When he had finished and had dressed again he smiled at me,
“Very nice, Cristine, You shag very nicely. Just as well, when
the others arrive you will be kept very busy”

Before leaving me in the room, he told me to spread my
legs. I did as I was told and from the case he took out
some more chains and straps and attached them to my ankles.
The other ends he attached to the corners of the bed. With
the chain around my neck and ankles it meant that I could
not move very much and had no alternative but to lie there
with my legs wide apart.

I thought that was how he was going to leave me, but
instead he took a vibrator from the case. The vibrator was
electric and he plugged it in before sliding it up the
inside of my thigh.

“This will keep you warm for the others.” he said as he
slid the vibrator in to my vagina and with a wink of his
eye switched it on.

As Davis left the room the gentle pulsating off the
vibrators sent me in to a state of orgasm. I lay on the bed
alone, my body being filled with sheer pleasure.

I must have been left alone for some hours because it had
gone dark by the time that Davis returned. By this time I
had been kept in such a state of climax that my mind was
wondering and I was groaning as each pulse of the vibrator
made my body tremble with sheer pleasure.

I was vaguely aware that Davis was not alone and that he and
some other men were standing grinning at me as I writhed
with pleasure. I heard one man say something about me
looking pretty, especially if I was completely naked.

The next thing I knew was that some one had taken hold of
my head and something warm and wet being pressed against my
lips.

“Watch out she does not bite it off!” someone said as I was
made to open my mouth wide enough for a penis to be pushed
in to it. Instinctively I began to suck and lick it and I
could hear groans from some one as if the were an echo of
my own.

Suddenly my mouth was filled with hot sticky semen and I
had no choice but to swallow and as I did so I could hear
laughter in the background.

“Bring her in to the other room.” somebody said and I felt
the chains around my ankles being loosened.

Then another voice said, “Get her kit off too”

I felt my basque and stockings being removed and all the
time the vibrator kept buzzing in my cunt.

Suddenly it stopped and I was made to get up off the bed.
Shakily I stood and was led off in to another room where I
was made to lie on a bare settee. I could now see that I
was in a room with about 8 men, all of whom were drinking
and laughing.

I was laid on the settee and my ankles were again fastened
so that my legs were wide apart. As soon as I was settled
the vibrator was again pushed in to my vagina and switched
on.

Another of Donna’s special evenings was prompted by the
session I had had with the vibrator. Donna Announced one
evening that tonight was to be a special night and looking
at me she said, “And I want you, Cristine, to take part. Be
ready at 7 o’clock.”

I was just about to ask what I should wear when Donna
turned, smiled and added, “Naked I think, just bathe and
put on some make up and be ready at 7 o’clock, naked.”

That evening I did as I was told and stood in the club
completely naked. As the guest came in, I greeted them and
had to put up with some leering looks. By 7.30 the room was
full and Donna took hold of my hand and led me to the
stage.

Turning she Angieounced me with the words, “Gentlemen, You
will remember Cristine, one of the girls who gave us such a
good time with a vibrator. Well we have improved on that
little vibrator.” she turned to the edge of the stage and
continued, “Bring on the Orgasmatron!”

Two of the girls wheeled a machine on the stage. It was
like a workout machine but it was wired up to the electrics
and it had retaining straps all around it. I was soon to
find out why.

Donna motioned for me to sit on the seat of the machine.
Obediently I obeyed and sat down in the middle of it.
Taking my ankles Donna proceeded to fasten them on to
little platforms so that my legs were spread apart.

I was told to lie back and stretch my arms out to the side
where my wrists were fastened to two more platforms. My
head was also fastened by putting a clasp around my throat,
not tight but just enough to stop me from lifting my head.

Donna turned a small handle and my legs were pulled even
further apart. At the same time my arms were stretched
slightly so that I could not move. The Donna came around to
my front and I felt her spread some KY jelly around my
vagina and inside my labia. I was all keyed up and the mere
touch of her fingers on my labia made my body tremble.

Next Donna turned another handle and I could see that a
phallus was attached to the machine, which was lining up
with my vagina. Carefully Donna lined the phallus up with
my vagina and then advanced it so that soon it was inserted
snugly inside.

To my suprise it was throbbing and expanding and contacting
in girth. My sensations began to swim and I began to
climax, the phallus was so real the way it felt. It was
like having a real penis penetrating me.

Donna finished her preparations and turned to the audience.
She smiled at me and said, “Soon you will see Cristine sent to
the realms of sheer ecstasy as she has orgasm after orgasm,
each one getting more intense. Will she last out? We shall
have to see, won’t we?”

Donna turned to me and grinned as she picked up a remote
control. She flicked a switch and suddenly I felt the
phallus begin to move in and out of my vagina. As it moved
it also changed in width, getting wider as it was slid out
and then reducing in width as it entered only to widen
again as it slid all the way in.

At the same time the whole seat was moved forward on to the
phallus and then eased back as it came out. I realised that
my legs were being gently pulled so that they spread
further apart then relaxed back.

The pleasure was so intense that I began to moan with sheer
pleasure. Donna flicked another switch and the whole
contraption began to speed up. Faster and faster it went
until thankfully it began to slow. My moans got louder and
louder as it speeded up but when it slowed down the phallus
stayed a its maximum width and for several strokes it
slowly and with great effect made me climax as if a man was
coming inside of me.

Donna grinned at the sight of me having orgasm after
orgasm. She turned to the men and said, “Well Cristine is
certainly a game girl, Should I switch it off or should I
leave it a while longer?”

The men eagerly said to leave it switched on. The sight of
me racked with pleasure would arouse many of them and so I
had to grin and bare it. In all I was on the machine for
the rest of the night and when I finally was released I did
not know where I was. Melissa came up to me a led me to my
room where I slept until it was time for the club to open
again.

Thankfully I did not have to use the Orgasmatron every
night. The other girls took turns but I still hold the
record for the longest time on it.

As the three months neared the end I wondered what Dr.
Knowles would say to me. I was sitting in the lounge one
day, resting after being shagged all morning by a man who
had paid for my services for the entire morning. He was
home on leave from an Oil Rig and I must have been on the
receiving end of a whole months shagging.

I looked up and saw Dr.Misty. At first I thought that he
was going to speak to me but he spoke to Donna instead. The
next minute Donna had turned to me and told me to get
upstairs with Dr.Misty. Obediently I did as I was told.

In the room Dr.Misty studied me. I was standing there
wearing only black lace stockings, high heels and basques.

“Very nice Cristine. Very nice indeed. Donna has been telling
me how cooperative you have been these last three months
and I have heard reports that you have become a very good
whore.”

I was unsure what whether he had come to talk to me or
what, when he began to undress. He motioned for me to
remove my basque, which I did immediately. My three months
had taught me to respond immediately when a man told me to
do something.

“I just wanted to find out how complete a woman I made you.
Now lie on the bed, leave the stockings on and spread your
legs for me.” Dr.Misty spoke very softly and I obeyed. I
was the totally submissive whore now and I laid back on the
bed and spread my legs wide for him.

Dr.Misty lay on top of me and eased his penis in to my
vagina. Three months training made me instinctively help
him by wiggling my pelvis until his penis was comfortably
inside me. He smiled and called me a good girl as he began
to thrust in to me.

I began to arch my back with each thrust of his penis and
my orgasms began. My head rolled from side to side and I
moaned with undisguised pleasure.

Before he could come he rolled me over on to my face and
took me from behind. His hands cupping my breasts as he
pulled me on to penis. This time he came and collapsed on
my back.

“Very good, indeed, Cristine. And I see you enjoy it too.”

He lay back on the bed and said, “Now I am going to tell
you what happens now that your three months is up.”

He paused and then added, “Be a good girl and suck my cock
while I talk.” I obeyed and wrapped my lips around his
penis and began to suck.

Dr.Misty started to speak but I could tell that my
tongue on his shaft was giving him pleasure.

“It is now time to tell you why we were asked to transform
you. I will not tell you the person’s name and it would do
you no good anyway. All the documents you signed say that
you wished to become a woman and I can produce witnesses to
say that you signed willingly.”

I could hear his words but the taste of his cum dribbling
from his penis was of even more interest to me.

Dr.Misty jerked as my tongue explored the tip of his
penis, but he carried on. “You once insulted this woman, so
I am told, you acted very dominant and chauvinistic towards
her. Well she came in to a lot of money and decided to get
her revenge. She wanted you to learn what it is like to be
so submissive, it was my idea to transform you in to a
woman and the idea of making you work in a brothel was my
idea also and I think it has worked very well. It really
showed how submissive you had become. Now Cristine bend over
while I shaft you.”

I obeyed without hesitation and felt Dr.Misty part my
thighs and plunge his penis into me.

As he thrust he spoke, his voice somewhat out of breath.
“As far as she is concerned the revenge is complete. She
really was tickled pink to hear that you were working as a
whore and I sent her a video Donna made of one or two of
your nights of passion. She can see for herself just how
submissive you have become.”

Dr.Misty then told me that since my operation I had
never needed the capsules at all. The female hormones in my
body were antidote enough, he said. As far as he and the
woman I had insulted were concerned I was now free to lead
my own life.

He smiled at my dazed expression. Free to live my own life.
Not my old life, of course, but my own life as a woman. I
was wealthy too thanks to the lottery win. It was all too
much to take in and all I could think of was that Donna
would be expecting me to return to the lounge in case any
more men came in.

“If you are finished, I have to go back downstairs, there
may be someone waiting.” I said still stunned by what he
had said.

Dr.Misty waived his hand as if to say he finished with
me and I put my basques and shoes back on and went
downstairs. There was someone waiting and Donna sent me
straight back upstairs with him. I passed Dr.Misty
coming down the stairs and he looked at me and shook his
head.

“Cristine, you can stop now, if you want. You do realise
that?”

I replied quite simply that Donna expected me to do my job
as I entered the room to be fucked again.

Dr.Misty’s treatment had been so totally effective that
I had become a completely submissive woman and a
hooker. It took several days before I realised that I
no longer had to work in the brothel, days during which I
was fucked, over and over again.

I really did think about leaving, but where to and to do
what? I had become a whore and I could think of nothing
else but being fucked day in day out. That is why I still
work at the club. I am not quite as submissive now and have
even bought a part share in the club.

But old habits die-hard and when Donna tells me to take a
man upstairs, I obey instantly!

Story Ends here,
Life begins …….

Updated: October 21, 2016 — 1:02 pm

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