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 The Tranformation



   HI, my name is Jasmine, or at least it is now.  It used to be George a
couple of years ago, but things have changed a lot over those years.  I
used to be an executive at a software company.  I had a nice home, devoted
wife, good friends, etc.  All in all, we had a pretty happy life, except
for one thing.  I was a cross dresser and my wife didn't know.  I lived
with the secret for a number of years, afraid she would leave me if I told
her.  Finally, I couldn't take the stress of hiding it from her any longer,
so I sat her down and explained my secret to her.

   At first, Jackie was quite upset.  Surprisingly, at least to me, it
wasn't with the cross dressing per say, it was keeping secrets from her. 
One of her first questions was "What other secrets are you keeping from
me?" I assured her that there were no more, but I don't think she believed
me.  I had broken her trust and it was going to take a lot to get it back.
It seemed that my fears were going to come true, she was going to leave me.
She told me she needed to be alone for a while.  So she packed a bag and
went away for a week.  She wouldn't tell me where she was going, or what
she was going to do.  I missed her terribly, but was afraid of her coming
back and telling me it was over.So, by the end of the week, I was a nervous
wreck!

   Suddenly, I heard the door open.  I rushed to the hall to see her
standing there with a whole bunch of shopping bags.  I thought she had
assuaged her anger by shopping, but I was wrong.  The clothes were all for
me.  She had decided that if I wanted to dress like a woman, she was going
to make sure I looked good.  I felt the weight of the world lift off my
shoulders.This was beyond my wildest dreams.  Ok... I had dreamed about her
helping me, but never thought it would actually happen.

   She told me to sit down as there were some rules she wanted understood
and agreed to or she would call the whole thing off and she would leave me.
I had little choice but to agree, though most of the rules were easy for me
to accept.

   They were:



   - I must wear women's undergarments at all times.  - All my body hair
must go.  - Unless we were having guests, I must be dressed as a woman at
all times, when in the house.  - Since I didn't want to wear the pants in
the family, she would.  That meant that all decisions would be made by
her.I had to obey her without question.  - All money would be handled by
her.  This meant all our joint accounts were to be closed and she would
open accounts in her name only.  I was to have no credit cards.  If I
needed to buy something, she would give me the money for it, assuming she
agreed to the purchase.  I had to quit my job and become a "housewife" (she
had inherited a considerable amount of money when her parents died, so we
didn't need my salary).  - I was responsible for keeping the house clean,
doing dishes, laundry, dusting, vacuuming, etc.  and have her dinner ready
when she came home from work each day.

   The money part worried me, as it meant that I couldn't leave her without
being destitute, but, in the end, I agreed to everything.  She told me to
go upstairs to the bedroom, get undressed, remove my body hair with some
cream she had purchased, shower and wait for her, naked.  I did as she
asked and waited about an hour before I heard her ascending the stairs. 
When she came into the room, she handed me a garbage bag and told me to
fill it with all my "male" underwear, socks, t-shirts, jeans, sweats, etc.
I was allowed to keep two shirts (both fairly androgynous), one pair of
slacks (also unisex) and one pair of penny loafers.  Everything else was
going to a local charity.  Once that was done, she brought all the bags she
came home with into the room.  She wouldn't let me touch them, though. 
First she brought out a pair of frilly panties and told me to put them on.
I had been walking around naked for the past hour, so I was pretty cold.  I
would have worn just about anything!  Not that I minded wearing the
panties. Next came a corselet, it was very tight, but helped shape my body
into a more feminine silhouette.  There were stockings that attached to the
garters on the corselet and then a satin, half slip that was very full and
felt wonderful on my legs.  She produced a pair of sling backs with 4 inch
heels from a box.  They were patent leather in a soft pink shade.  I put
them on while she rummaged in another of her bags.  This time she produced
a sweater, skirt ensemble that matched the shoes in color.  They were both
made from angora and were incredibly fluffy.  The skirt fell to just below
my knees where it ended in a ruffle border.  The sweater had a large cowl
neck that was big enough to cover my whole head, if unfolded.  I was in
seventh heaven.  I couldn't have chosen an outfit that suited my desires
any better, if I tried.  Once everything was on, she stood back and looked
me over.  "Not bad" she said, "With a little work, you might even pass. 
First, though, we have to do something about your face." She took my hand
and led me downstairs.  I was confused.  The make-up was all upstairs, so
where were we going?

   She handed me a long fox fur coat, gloves and a matching hat.  With a
sinking feeling, I realized she was taking me out looking like a man, but
dressed like a woman.  She left me no time to argue, though, because as
soon as the coat, etc.  were on, she grabbed my hand again and dragged me
outside.  We walked to the car, where she informed me that I would not be
doing any of the driving anymore, so I got in the passenger seat.  She
wouldn't tell me where we were going, so I just had to sit back and "enjoy
the ride".  Like that was possible.

   We drove for about 20 minutes, to an area of the city I didn't know.  It
was a fairly upscale shopping district, with lots of boutiques and salons.
At least I wouldn't know anyone here, I thought.  We pulled up in front of
a salon called "Changes".  That seemed appropriate.  It seemed to be
closed. There were no lights on and no one around, but my wife dragged me
to the door anyway.  She knocked and, in a minute, a woman came to the door
and let us in.  She greeted my wife by name and directed us to a cupboard
for our coats.  She then directed me to sit down at one of the make-up
stations and said that Gaston would be with us in a minute.

   When Gaston came in, he went over and greeted my wife with a kiss on the
cheek and exclaimed "So, this is what you want me to work my magic on? 
This is going to be quite the challenge!" My wife said she had some
shopping to do, so she would leave me in Gaston's capable hands, and then
she left.

   Gaston looked me over, hemming and hawing over how to start.  Finally,
with an "Alor", he brandished a set of tweezers and started on my eye
brows. As the first one was plucked, I yelped, to which Gaston told me to
"stop being a baby, women had this done all the time".  Over the course of
the next couple of hours, my face was transformed, my finger and toe nails
were painted and my ears were pierced.  The final touch was the wig.  It
was honey brown with loose curls cascading down past my shoulders.  When
Gaston turned my chair so I could look in the mirror, I was astounded.  The
curls softly framed my face, or should I say his work of art.  My own
mother would be hard pressed to recognize me or think I was anything but a
girl!

   Moments later, Jackie walked in.  As she picked her jaw up off the floor
she said "Gaston, you have outdone yourself.  She looks fantastic!" Gaston
accepted the praise graciously, but it was easy to tell that he was quite
proud of his accomplishment.  After paying the bill, we walked back to the
car.

   Jackie suggested we go to a restaurant for supper.  I was, shall we say,
less then enthusiastic about the idea as it would mean being out in public
for an extended period of time.  Despite what I had seen in the mirror, I
was sure everyone would be able to tell.  But... Jackie was insistent, so I
had no choice.

   We went to a small restaurant close by.  All the tables were secluded
with intimate dining for couples the obvious intent.  This suited me just
fine.  When it came time to order, Jackie selected chateaubriand for two,
so I didn't have to try and pass my voice off as a woman's.  The food was
excellent, the wine delicious and the conversation better than Jackie and I
had had in a long time.  I started to relax and let my feminine side take
over.  When we finally got home, we made love like we never had before!

   A couple of months passed with me spending virtually all my time as a
woman.  I spent hours working on my voice to give it a more feminine lilt,
with a bit of success.  I had learned how to walk in high heels and sit
like a lady.  I had learned how to do my own make-up and nails.  I was
still wearing a wig since my own hair didn't grow very fast.  I had taken
my feminization as far as I could on my own.  So, one day Jackie suggested
we see a doctor about hormone therapy.  Thinking this was a great idea, I
readily agreed.  So Jackie did some research and made an appointment with a
clinic about 4 hours away.  She showed me a brochure she had received.  On
the cover was a picture of the grounds.  It showed a Victorian era mansion
surrounded by manicured lawns, stately trees and colorful flower beds. 
Inside were pictures of what looked like well appointed hotel.  There was a
small blurb on the history of the clinic and its staff, but very little
about what the clinic did.  What Jackie didn't show me was the other
brochures on the actual programs.

   On the appointed day we drove up to the clinic.  The grounds were as
beautiful as pictured with an air of old world gentility.  We met with the
head of the clinic, Dr.  James, and explained our situation.  Then I was
ushered into an examining room where a doctor did a full physical exam. 
While I was occupied, Jackie stayed with the Dr.  James.  Dr.  James
already knew all about me as Jackie had talked to her, at length, a couple
of weeks before.  As I am sure you have figured out, Jackie didn't tell me
anything about what her real plans for me were.  I was under the impression
that the result of our visit would be a prescription for hormones, nothing
else.  I was wrong.  At some point in the exam, I was offered some juice
and since I hadn't had anything to drink since before we left home, I
accepted it without question.  Shortly there after, I was told that the
exam required me to lie down on the examining table while the Doctor did an
ECG.  "This will take a while" the nurse said "and it was important that I
lie very still".  The drugs in the juice soon had there desired effect, I
was out cold!

   When I woke up, I was in one of the "hotel" like rooms, except the bed
wasn't the same.  It was a standard hospital bed.  I soon discovered that I
was unable to move.  My ankles and wrists were restrained and there were
more restraints around my waist and neck.  I started yelling, which brought
instant results, not the kind I was hoping for though.  A nurse walked in
and forced a ball gag into my mouth and buckled it behind my head.  She
told me that yelling was not acceptable; in fact, I was not to talk at all,
unless asked a question.  For my infraction I would be gagged for 4 hours,
as this was my first offense.  Subsequent incidences would be treated much
more harshly.  Then she turned around and left the room.

   After what seemed like an hour, Jackie walked in.  She smiled down at me
and said "You didn't really think that I was just going to accept your
cross-dressing, did you?  Let me tell you what is really going on".  With
that she pulled up a chair, sat down and started in.  "I have signed a
contract with this "clinic", well it isn't really a clinic, that's just a
front.  Actually, it is a business that fulfills requests from very rich
customers for "women" like you.  You will be transformed into what will
appear to be a woman, on the outside, but very much a man on the inside.  I
am getting well paid for providing you to them as well as removing the
complication of having to divorce you, since you won't be around. 
Unfortunately, you were killed in a car accident and have been buried.  I
have a death certificate signed by a doctor here as well as proof of
cremation and burial in the cemetery across the road.  So, no one will
wonder where you are." Jackie got up, came over and kissed my forehead and
with a "Goodbye, have fun." she walked out of my life, forever.

   As promised, after 4 hours, the nurse came back in and removed the gag.
She sat down and consulted the clipboard she had brought with her.  "You
have a busy schedule for the next couple of days, Jasmine.  I will give you
a brief overview of what you can expect.  We are going to begin with basic
hormone injections and work on you vocal chords (to make your voice more
feminine).  Next we will remove your testicles, to eliminate the production
of male hormones.  Then some work on feminizing your face and shortening
your Achilles tendons.  Then there will be a period of recuperation and
training.  You will be evaluated regularly and any problem areas will be
dealt with.  That is all you need to know for now".

   With that, she left the room.  I was in shock!  On the one hand, I was
furious at what they (and Jackie) were doing to me, but on the other hand,
excited by the prospect of becoming a woman.  I was confused, as well. 
What was the shortening of the Achilles tendons for?  I would have to wait
a couple of weeks to discover the reason for this.

   Another nurse came in and gave me an injection.  I was out cold within
minutes.  When I woke up, my throat was killing me.  When the nurse came in
she told me it was best if I kept quiet, to let my throat heal properly. 
For 2 days, I was fed intravenously and didn't make a peep.  My throat felt
better each day.

   On the third day, I was allowed to have my first sip of water.  It was
followed, very quickly with another injection that knocked me out.  This
time, when I woke up, my crotch hurt.  Remembering what the nurse had told
me, I assumed that my balls were history.  I couldn't check, since I was
still restrained at all times.  At least I could talk now.  But my voice
sounded strange.  It was a bit higher than normal and softer, definitely
more feminine!  It was a little disconcerting at first.  When I spoke,
someone else's voice came out.

   After a couple of days to recover from the last surgery, I was given
another injection.  This time my face hurt and was completely covered in
bandages.  As well, my ankles were killing me.  So... They had done some
work on my face and the mysterious work on my Achilles tendons.  Once
again, I was being fed through a feeding tube since the bandages made it
impossible for me to open my mouth.  Also, I was breathing through tubes
stuck up my nose.

   After a week of darkness, the nurse finally removed the gauze.  I wasn't
given a mirror, so I couldn't see what they had done, but if the pain was
any indication, my cheeks, nose, eyes and lips had all had something done
to them.  Now that the bandages were off, I was able to speak and eat
again.

   All the surgery and tube feeding had taken their toil.  I was very weak,
but also, about 25 pounds lighter.  After a final week of recovery, the
restraints were finally removed.  I was so weak after about a month of
immobility, that I needed help just to sit up.  I was only able to stay
sitting up for about 15 minutes. 

   Over the next couple of days, I was able to stay sitting up for longer
and longer periods of time.  Finally, after 5 days, I attempted standing.
My legs were like jelly!  With help from 2 nurses, I was able to make it to
a chair.  I noticed that when I put my foot down flat, I felt a sharp pull
in the muscles in the back of my legs.  When I asked about it, the nurse
smiled and said "That's to be expected.  I will get you some slippers." I
didn't know what slippers had to do with it, until she brought them in. 
They were mules with a 3" heel.  Suddenly I clued in.  They had shortened
my Achilles tendons so I would have to wear heels.  When I got up, it felt
like my feet were flat on the ground, even though I was wearing heels.

   Over the next month, the surgeries became a distant memory.  I spent
more and more time up and about as well as in "training".  The training
consisted of learning to walk, sit, dance, talk and gesture like a woman.
My wardrobe changed as well.  At first I had been in a hospital gown.  Then
I was given a peignoir to wear over a nighty.  Then I was introduced to the
kinds of clothes I would be wearing once I left the hospital.  This
included a corset, but not a very severe one, at least at first.  This was
another part of the "training". 

   Over the rest of my stay, the only time I was not wearing a corset was
when I was bathing.  As I said, the first corset wasn't very severe.  It
brought my waist down to 32 inches.  This was reduced by ½ inch every week.
As this reduction in my waist size was going on, my breasts were getting
larger and larger.  By the time my waist was down to 29 inches, my breasts
were up to a 34B.  When I asked how much longer I was going to have to stay
in the hospital, I was told that my waist had to measure 24 inches before
they would even think about releasing me.  At ½ inch per week, that was
going to take 10 more weeks!  If I wanted to go home earlier, I had to
reduce faster.

   From that point forward, I asked the nurse to tighten the corset as much
as she could, I would put up with the pain.  I was able to manage ¾ of an
inch over the next 4 weeks, so I was down to 26 inches.  Only 2 more to go!
What I didn't know was that the size of my waist was not the only factor
they were using to determine my release date.  They were also looking at my
breast size, and how feminine I looked and acted.  By the time my waist was
down to 24 inches, my breasts were a 34C.  That wasn't good enough.  They
were looking for a 36C, so they decided to put some implants in.  This
meant more surgery and a delay in my departure.  As well, the nurse
continued to tighten the corset tighter each week.  So by the time I had
recovered from the surgery and my breasts had reached 36C, my waist was
down to 21 ½ inches.

   I had now been in the hospital for 6 months.  The hormones had other
effects than just growing my breasts.  My whole body had taken on a more
feminine look, my muscles had shrunk, my skin had become smoother and, with
the aid of electrolysis, was now hairless, except for on top of my head. 
There, my hair had grown down to my mid back.  I was taught how to style it
in different ways and had become quite accomplished at it.

   By the way, the changes they had made to my face; they included implants
under my eyes which produced a high cheek bone effect, a tightening of my
eyelids to remove the crow's feet, my nose had been reduced in size and my
lips had been shortened and injected with collagen.  Overall, the effect
was astounding.  With my new figure, hair, some make-up and some proper
clothes, no one would mistake me for a man.

   Over this same period, my nails had grown quite a bit.  I was given a
manicure and pedicure once a week and was taught how to apply nail polish
and how to care for my nails.  As my waist reduced in size and my breasts
increased, my wardrobe changed as well.  A dress that fit me perfectly one
week, was to loose or tight the next.  This meant that I rarely wore the
same outfit twice.

   All of my clothes were very feminine.  I had no pants, sweats, socks, or
anything that could be remotely considered male.  Most of the time, I wore
dresses, though occasionally I wore a blouse and a skirt.  When I was
learning to dance, I always wore a ball gown.  These weren't your average
"slip this over your head and zip up the back" kind of dresses.  It usually
took about an hour just to get ready for the lesson.  Each gown had
multiple petticoats, an under skirt and an over skirt, a tight fitting
bodice with tons of buttons, tight fitting mutton sleeves with large puffs
at the shoulder, tight fitting gloves that required a button hook to close
and extremely high heels.  I had to redo my make-up and hair so it was
appropriate for a ball.  In essence, I was supposed to look exactly the way
I would look if I was going to a real ball.  The dance lessons occurred
every other day, so I got pretty good at preparing myself.  All the outfits
I was provided were from the era when corsets were in style.  I don't mean
as outerwear as you see them on the catwalks today.  They were more of the
"Victorian" era type.  Usually, this meant tight fitting bodices with
balloon sleeves, floor length skirts with petticoats, high collars, lace
gloves and ornate hats.  I figured that, since this was a hospital, the
clothes were either donated or from a collection they had had for years. 
Though, they were all in excellent shape, looking like they had never been
worn.  The sheer number of different outfits I wore during my stay boggles
the mind.

   Since I was, for all intents and purposes, a woman now (except for one
minor detail - I still had a penis), I reveled in my new role.  I had
always enjoyed cross dressing, and now I could do so with impunity.  Since
the deed was done, I decided to enjoy the change rather than fight it. 
This made life a lot easier for me, as fighting it would have only left me
frustrated, since I really had no control over any of my life.

   One day, the nurse came in to my room, with an outfit over her arm, and
told me I was being discharged.  She placed the outfit on my bed and told
me to get dressed quickly as I would be leaving in 15 minutes.  With so
little time to change, I had no time to think about what "discharged" meant
or even what it was I was putting on.

   It was a fairly typical outfit compared with what I had been wearing, so
it never crossed my mind that it was totally unsuitable for the modern day
woman.  It consisted of a pink satin under skirt with 4 petticoats under
it, an embroidered brocade bodice, also pink and a gown that had flounce
topped mutton chop sleeves with a bolero type vest all in pink velvet, with
a silk overskirt with bows gathering it in 4 locations, showing the
underskirt and a cummerbund tied into a large bow in the back.  It was very
heavy and warm, but was absolutely gorgeous!  Once I was dressed, I was
escorted to a room on the first floor (I hadn't been on the first floor
since I arrived) by 2 very big security guards.  They ushered me in and
then closed the door behind me.  I was alone in this room that was
extremely plain.  All the walls, the floor and the ceiling were painted the
same shade of white.  There was indirect lighting that washed the room in
such a way that it was difficult to see where the walls met the floor,
ceiling and each other.  It was somewhat disorienting.

   The only break from the stark whiteness was a mirror that was about 4
feet high by 6 feet long on one wall.  Though I had no way of knowing it,
this was actually a two way mirror.  I was being observed by the person
interested in purchasing me.  It seemed like I was in there forever, though
I am sure it was no longer than an hour.

   Finally, a portion of the wall opened and 2 more guards entered.  They
grabbed my wrists and pulled me through the door rather roughly.  I yelped
and they told me to keep quiet.  The room I was in now was very different.
It looked like some sort of loading dock.  There was a garage door at one
end with a forklift in front of it.  At the other end, where we had entered
the room, was a large wooden crate about six feet high, three feet wide and
three feet deep.  It was lined with what looked like styrofoam insulation.
Before I had a chance to see more I was pulled over to a table and forced
to lie down on it.  The men rolled me on to one side and held me there
while another person poured something warm into my ear.  I immediately lost
all hearing in that ear.  I was then rolled to the other side and the
process was repeated.  Then I was rolled onto my back and my mouth was
forced open.  A tube was fed down my throat.  The tube ended in an
inflatable gag that was placed in my mouth.  The outside of the gag
contained two tubes that went up my nose a short distance and finished with
a tight sealing cover that encompassed my mouth and nose completely.  A
thick strap was cinched tight behind my head, below my ears.  Another
strap, attached to the top end of the gag contained pads that were placed
over my eyes, blinding me completely.  This strap was also fastened behind
my head.  Now I couldn't talk, hear or see!

   Once this was accomplished, my skirts were pulled up and a catheter was
inserted.  As well, a butt plug was slipped in until it seated itself
firmly inside me.  After completing this procedure, I was guided off the
table.  Strong arms grabbed my arms and lifted me off the ground.  I was
moved over to the crate and placed inside, facing out (not that I could see
anything, anyways).

   Apparently, the inside of the crate was fitted with special padded
blocks at various strategic spots.  There was one at my neck, each upper
arm, each wrist, my waist, and my ankles.  They were all half circles
contoured to fit my body exactly.  Each block had a mate that was screwed
in place, making it impossible for me to move.  The tubes protruding from
my mouth and nose were hooked up to canisters attached to the side of the
crate.  A layer of tissue paper was placed over the dress, to prevent
damage and then the front of the crate was screwed in place.  A chute above
the crate was opened and packing material rained down on me, filling the
box.  Then the top was screwed in place.  Nothing happened for quite
awhile. The tubes running to my nose delivered oxygen as well as a small
dose of sedative.  I was soon fast asleep.

   I woke up with a start when the crate was lifted and placed on a truck.
But once the truck got moving, I went back to sleep very quickly.  This
happened a couple of times.  I am not sure how many or over what period of
time.  The tube down my throat delivered food, so the trip had to have
taken long enough that they were worried about me starving.

   The sedative was designed to last until shortly before I arrived at my
destination.  The last time I was moved on to a truck, I woke up and didn't
go back to sleep.  The ride was quite bumpy, but all the padding in the
crate softened it considerably.  It seemed to take about an hour, though it
is very hard to tell time when you can't see, hear or move!  Finally, the
truck came to a stop and backed up to another loading dock.  Once again, a
forklift was employed to remove the box from the truck.  The crate was
placed on its back and the front was unscrewed.  Some kind of vacuum system
was used to remove the packing material.  Then the crate was maneuvered to
an upright position.  The restraining blocks were unscrewed and I was
lifted from the crate.

   The confinement had left me very weak, so I had to be helped over to a
wheelchair.  The gag, blindfold and earplugs were not removed before I was
wheeled off the loading dock.  The ride lasted for a few minutes,
negotiating a number of turns that left me completely disoriented.

   When we reached what was to be my room, I was left sitting in the
wheelchair.  A short while later two women came in and proceeded to remove
the tubes, blind fold, and gag.  The next step was to get me undressed,
which they did without saying a word.  Not that I could have heard them,
since my ears were still blocked.  Once I was completely undressed, they
led me into a bathroom where they guided me into a tub filled with bubbles.
The water was wonderfully warm and soothing and I let them wash me
completely as I relaxed and let the warmth penetrate my aching muscles. 
Apparently, the trip had taken its toll.

   Before getting me out of the bath, my helpers gently pushed my head
under water, leaving my mouth and nose above, but my ears below.  After a
couple of minutes they each grasped small strings anchored in the earplugs
and gently wiggled them free.  I could hear again!

   After helping me out of the bath and drying me off, they led me to a
massage table, where they spread a body lotion all over my skin and kneaded
it in.  Next came some powder that left me skin soft and smooth.  While I
was still on my back, they applied my make-up and painted my finger and toe
nails.  Once they were satisfied with the effect, I was directed to a
dressing room.

   Actually, it wasn't just "a" dressing room; it was the most amazing room
I had ever seen.  It was round with the walls consisting of mirrors. 
Hanging from the center of the ceiling was a lacing bar with cuffs at
either end.  Directly beneath the bar, anchored to the floor was a t-bar
with the horizontal part about 6 inches above the floor.  This also had
cuffs at either end.  Once we were inside, the door was closed and I was
led to the center of the room. 

   The door, which was also covered in mirrors, all but disappeared.  One
of the maids pressed a button on a remote control device and a drawer
concealed as part of the mirrors, silently slid open.  From it, the other
maid extracted a white satin chemise and dropped it over my head.  After
some tugging, they were able to position it properly.  It was quite tight
down to my waist and then flared out over my hips and down to my knees. 
While this was being done, the other maid had retrieved a pair of silk
stockings and proceeded to draw them up my legs.  They were secured by
laced covered garters.  A pair of high heels was then forced onto my feet.
They had 5 inch heels and were secured with a strap that went from under
the arch, over the foot, around the ankle twice, back over the foot and
buckled on the other side.

   After buckling each shoe, one of the cuffs was placed around my ankle
and secured.  This left my feet about 3 feet apart.  By pressing another
button on the remote, the lacing bar was lowered even with my waist.  The
cuffs were put around my wrists and cinched tight.  With another press of
the button, the bar ascended until my feet were almost off the ground.

   Next a severe looking corset was wrapped around my body.  It stretched
from my hips to just under my breasts.  Since this corset had no front
opening, the maids had to start the lacing from scratch.  They had
obviously done this before as they quickly fed the laces through the
eyeholes and started tightening.

   My training while in the hospital stood me in good stead.  They were
able to reduce my waist to 21 inches with little difficulty.  Since this
was the desired size, the whole lacing process only took about an hour. 

   On completion, they lowered the lacing bar down and released my wrists.
The cuffs around my ankles were not removed.  Instead, one of the maids
loosened a thumb screw and slid the cuffs together and then retightened the
screws.  Now my ankles were touching each other.

   The next step in getting me dressed involved layering petticoats on. 
The first one was very narrow and went down to my ankles.  Each subsequent
one was wider, fuller and had several rows of ruffles.  By the time the
sixth one was put in place, my skirts measured about 6 feet in diameter. 
Then an under dress was slipped over my head.  It was a pale pink with a
tight fitting bodice, short sleeves that ended with tight cuffs around my
upper arms, a full skirt with a duster at the bottom.

   With much tugging, long kid gloves were stretched to just below the
sleeve.  They were fastened with buttons at the back of the wrist and above
the elbow.  It took the two maids together to lift the gown over my head.
The bodice was a heavy brocade with elaborate embroidery.  It had a high
tight collar with boning to keep it in place.  The sleeves were long,
puffed out at the shoulder and elbow, with a row of buttons from just below
the elbow to the wrist.  The skirt was raw silk reaching to the floor
except where it was held up by ribbons, on either side, showing the
underskirt below.  Finally a hat was attached to my hair with a couple of
hairpins.  It had a large feather died the same shade of pink as the dress
and a small lace veil.

   Now that I was dressed, my ankle restraints were removed and I was led
out of the dressing room.  A final touch up of my make-up and I was ready
to go.  Where I was going to go, I had no idea.  The maids had talked very
little and when I asked them questions, I was told to shush.  So when the
maids opened the doors, I was a little hesitant to leave.  They became
impatient and shooed me out.  I was told to go downstairs to the parlor and
was given directions.

   My first obstacle was the stairway.  Though each step was quite large,
my voluminous skirts made the job quite perilous.  Also, the innermost
petticoat kept me from taking anything more than about three inch steps. 
It took me half an hour to get from my room, down the stairs and into the
parlor!

   The room was quite large and contained a number of seating areas.  The
walls were covered with paintings and tapestries.  The ceiling was about 20
feet high and was painted to look like the sky, with wispy clouds dotting
the pale blue background.  The floor was wood with areas rugs strategically
placed.  One side of the room contained a massive fireplace with an
ornately carved mantle and a limestone hearth.  It was surrounded by a
matching set of couches and chairs.

   Sitting in one of the chairs was a woman dressed in a midnight blue
Chanel suit.  Since she was the only other person in the room, I walked
over to her.  When she spotted me, she waved me over saying "Well, my dear,
come over here so I can get a look at you".  I shuffled over to her chair,
where she made me turn around several times.  "Wonderful" she exclaimed,
"You will be perfect.  Now we need to get you ready.  Come with me."

   With that she arose and headed for a door at the other end of the room.
I shuffled along as fast as I could, but she had to wait for me to catch
up. Finally, I reached the door and we proceeded into a small utility room.


   Taking a wide, satin ribbon from a table, she asked for my left hand. 
She tied the ribbon around my wrist and placing my arm behind my back, she
fed the ribbon under my right arm and around the front.  She then
maneuvered my right arm into the same position and tied the other end of
the ribbon to my right wrist.  This resulted in my arms overlapping from
elbow to wrist behind me, secured so I couldn't move them.  Then, she asked
me to open my mouth and before I could react, she popped a ball gag in my
mouth.  She secured the gag behind my head with another piece of ribbon and
fastened a bow over top of the gag, concealing it completely.  "There we
go" she said.   "You'll make a perfect gift for Edward.  Now, don't go
anywhere.  I will come and get you when its time."

   With that, she left the room, closing the door behind her.  I couldn't
open the door with my hands tied behind me anyway, so I just had to stand
there and wait.

   After what seemed like about an hour, I heard voices coming into the
parlor.  It sounded like a whole group of people who were joking and
laughing and telling stories.  Obviously, some sort of party was in
progress.  After about half an hour, the conversations died down and I
heard the woman say "I would like to propose a toast to the birthday boy,
Edward".  That was followed by a number of here, heres and congratulations
and the clinking of glasses.  She continued "Now that you are 21, you are
finally a man and as such are ready for an adult toy." With that, I heard a
knock on the door and the door was opened.

   I walked out of the room into the middle of a circle of people.  The
woman led me over to Edward and said "Happy birthday, dear, I hope you get
many good years of use out of her".  I expected Edward to be quite
embarrassed by all this, but he seemed genuinely pleased.  The crowd seemed
to think it was normal too, as they all started clapping.  Apparently,
these people were quite used to somebody being given as a gift to someone
else!

   Edward asked me to turn around so he could get a good look at me.  When
I finished, he motioned for me to do it again.  With a "very nice", he
finally motioned for me to stop.  He said "Thank you Mother, she's
beautiful" and gave her a kiss.  She said "Come on, let's open your other
gifts" and led him back to the area in front of the fireplace.

   The rest of the group followed along, leaving me standing there,
forgotten.  Since I couldn't make any noise, due to the gag, I couldn't
complain.  I started to follow them, but a maid came in and told me to
follow her.  I glanced over to Edward, but he was engrossed in opening
another present and obviously wasn't going to overrule her, so I followed
her. 

   She led me to the stairs and started up them.  I tried to follow, but my
gown got caught on the bottom step.  Since I couldn't use my arms to raise
the skirt, I was stuck!  I tried to get her attention, but all that came
out was"oomph".  When she was about half way up, she turned to see how I
was doing.  With a perturbed look, she came back down and grabbed the front
of my skirts and told me to hurry up.  Even with her help, it took a long
time to make it to the top.  I was exhausted!  She led me to Edward's
bedroom and told me to stand beside the bed until he arrived.

   It was only 8 o'clock, so I expected it would be quite a while before he
made an appearance.  I was right, it was 11:30 before he came in.  When he
spotted me beside his bed, still decorated like a present, he smiled and
said "Oh yes, I haven't really unwrapped you yet, have I?" With that, he
came over and removed the bow from the front of the gag and said "there we
go, all unwrapped" and then chuckled.  He turned around and went into the
washroom.  I heard him undressing and then water running as he got ready
for bed.  Up to this point, I hadn't really taken the time to really look
at Edward, but when he emerged, wearing burgundy, silk pajamas, I realized
he was very handsome.  He had dark brown short hair that matched his eyes.
He had a chiseled chin and a wonderful smile.  He was a little over 6 feet
tall, with a muscular build, but not like a body builder, more like someone
who exercised regularly, to keep in shape.  Despite the indignity of my
position, I started to feel excited about being with him.

   He came over and turned me around.  He released my arms and started
undoing the buttons on the back of my dress.  After pulling the dress over
my head and tossing it on the floor, he proceeded to remove my petticoats.
Since I wasn't wearing anything under them, I was left with only my corset
and chemise.  He removed the gag, took my hand and led me to the bed.  He
gently lowered me down and while kissing me, he gently caressed me with his
hands.  I found myself becoming very aroused.  Edward was also becoming
aroused and flipped me over onto my front.  He lifted my chemise out of the
way and slowly guided himself into me.  At first it hurt considerably, but
with gentle words and caresses, he got me to relax enough to allow entry.
Once he was inside he increased the pressure and with slow in and out
motions, filled me completely.  With his arousal increasing, he started to
pump in and out faster and faster.  The motion touched something inside of
me.  My arousal increased in lock step with his and as he finally climaxed,
I did as well.

   He collapsed on top of me.  We were both panting and exhausted from this
first encounter.  After a few minutes he slid out of me and rolled me on to
my back.  He started kissing me passionately as he took my head into his
hands.  When he came up for air, he said "I think I'm falling in love with
you already.  Mom sure knows how to buy a birthday present." 

   He rolled over and pressed a button on the wall beside the bed.  In
short order his man servant entered and asked how he could be of service.
Edward told him to get my maids.  With a "very good, sir", he left the
room.

   A few minutes later, the two maids who had dressed me, came in.  One of
them came over to the bed and held out a chiffon gown for me to slip into.
The other gathered up all my discarded clothes. 

   They led me back to my own room, where they prepared me for bed.  First
they bathed me, then creamed and powdered me.  I was left alone long enough
to brush my teeth and relieve myself, and then I was led back in to my
dressing room.  They slid a full length satin night gown over my head.  One
of the maids opened a cupboard and retrieved the most severe corset I had
ever seen.  It went from neck to knees.  The top was a neck corset about 4
inches high, with stiff boning.  It had short sleeves ending about half way
between my shoulders and elbows.  The sleeves were attached to the body of
the corset, so my arms were held tight against my body.

   The girls started lacing at the top and tied it off about 4 inches above
my waist.  Then, with my feet tight together, they laced from my knees up
to my hips.  A third set of laces was employed for my waist area.  Once
they had all three sets firmly in place, they started over.  The upper
laces were pulled until my head was rigidly held looking up, with my neck
stretched quite painfully.  My shoulders were forced back, causing my
breasts to push out in the front.  The lower laces were tightened until my
legs were sandwiched together and my rear jutted out.  Then they started on
the middle.  They spent about 15 minutes just getting the waist to where
they wanted it.  Once they were done, they left me standing there while
they busied with getting the bed ready.  About 10 minutes later, they came
back and tightened each set of laces one more time.  I felt like I was
going to faint, but the pain in my neck kept me conscious.  Next a pair of
gloves was retrieved.  They were in some sort of stretcher that made it
easier to get the gloves on.  As soon as the stretcher was removed, the
glove was forced up my arm.  It came to just under the sleeve of the corset
and attached to it by a couple of ribbons.  The fingers of the gloves were
sewn together and had rigid boning between each one.  This kept my fingers
from being able to bend.  More boning down the back of the hand and over
the wrist, kept my wrists perfectly straight.  A ribbon extended from the
tips of my fingers and was tied off to a ring on the corset.  This kept my
hands tight to the sides of my body.  To further enforce this, cuffs
attached to the corset were buckled over my wrists.  They slipped a pair of
marabou mules on my feet and helped me shuffle over to the bed.  They laid
me on my back and slid my body to the middle of the bed.  Then they removed
the mules and slipped a pair of tight elasticized socks on my feet.  Then
they shoehorned a pair of ballet slippers on my feet.  This caused my feet
to point straight down with my heels forcibly bent to conform to the shape
of the shoe.  Finally, a mask was placed over my face.  It had some kind of
cream on the inside that smelled awful.   When I complained, a gag was
slipped into my mouth and secured to the mask.  The mask completely covered
my eyes, so I couldn't see anything.  As well, it covered my ears, so I
couldn't hear. 

   With everything in place, straps, attached to the bed frame were buckled
to the sides of the corset at various locations.  These were cinched tight,
so movement was impossible.  Then the covers were drawn up over my body, so
that anyone who looked would just see a woman with a skin cream mask, lying
in bed.  The bed had a few more tricks in store.  It was a canopy bed with
heavy curtains.  Once I was secured the curtains were released from their
ties.  This completely eliminated any light getting into the bed.  Then
ornate wooden sides were unfolded and locked in place.  The bed was now a
prison.  Not that I could have escaped anyway!

   I had a lot of trouble falling asleep due to the pain caused by the
restraints and the smell of the mask, but eventually, exhaustion won out. I
was awakened in the morning by the maids, and released from the bed.  They
lugged my body upright and helped me to the changing room.  Since I still
had the ballet slippers on, standing on my own was extremely painful.

   They removed the corset, mask, shoes, gloves and night gown, before
leading me to the bathroom.  I was allowed to relieve myself in private as
the bath filled.  Once I was done, the maids came back in and helped me
into the bath.  This was to become one of my favorite parts of the day. 
The hot water penetrated my muscles soothing them after a long night of
pain.  The maids washed my body completely with soft sponges.

   Once I was clean, I was dried and laid on the massage table where
soothing oils were kneaded into my skin.  Finally, a dusting of scented
powder was applied, making my skin smooth and soft.  The whole process took
about half an hour.  If I had a vote, it would have lasted much longer, but
of course, I didn't.

   Each day, from then on, once the bathing was done, I was escorted into
the changing room and fitted into an extremely tight corset, ballet shoes,
petticoats and a formal ball gown.  I was never to leave my rooms not
wearing a ball gown, other then when returning from Edward's room at night.
The ball gowns hid the fact that my feet were shod in torturous shoes and
that the petticoats restricted my gait to a couple of inches.

   The process of bathing and dressing took about 3 hours.  By the time I
was ready, it was almost noon.  The corset made it impossible to eat very
much, so lunch usually consisted of a light salad and a small glass of
milk. It didn't take very long for my body to show the effects of the
reduced eating.  I lost about 5 pounds and a ¼ inch around my waist each
week.  It wasn't very long before I was down to 19 inches and had to get a
whole new wardrobe!

   As for the rest of my day, in the afternoons, I spent my time doing
needlepoint, knitting, or sewing.  I was taken for a walk on the grounds
once a day, to get some fresh air.  I never got very far due to my
restricted gait, so it took a long time before I had visited every area. 
It was a huge estate, surrounded by a high stone wall, so I never saw the
outside world.  The grounds were beautiful, though, so I enjoyed my walks.

   Before supper, I returned to my suite to have my make-up touched up and
sometimes, if it was a special occasion, where a more formal gown was
required, I would have to spend an hour or so getting re-dressed.  Again,
due to my corset, I couldn't eat anything more than a few bites of supper,
but what I did have was always superb.  They had a wonderful chef.

   After supper, I was taken up to Edward's bedroom to wait for him.  As
with the first night, he usually didn't arrive until after 11, so I spent a
lot of time waiting by his bed.  Edward was very gentle with me and I soon
fell in love with him.

   There were few opportunities to talk with him, outside the bedroom, but
when I did, he was always very courteous and gentlemanly.

   The only deviation to my daily routine was when new clothes were
required.  Every time my waist shrunk, I needed new corsets and gowns.  As
well, my arms hands and feet shrunk, I required new gloves and shoes.  This
meant appointments with the corsetiere, dress makers, milliners and shoe
makers.  These appointments consumed many of my afternoons, as new
measurements were required and new designs needed to be discussed, before
the garments could be made.

   Then, a couple of days later, there would be fittings for everything,
followed by the arrival of all the new clothes.  This was the part of the
process I liked the best.  Seeing all the new clothes and getting to wear
something different every day, even if they were restrictive, was really
exciting.   Next to my time spent with Edward, this was the part of my new
life I enjoyed the most.

   Then one day, I heard a commotion downstairs.  I couldn't hear what was
being said, but Edward and his mother were shouting at each other.  That
evening, I spent in my rooms instead of waiting for Edward.  The next
morning, I heard Edward and his mother and father raising their voices
again.  Until the day before, I had never heard a cross word spoken in the
house.  I wasn't able to make out what was said, but when I saw Edward,
later that day, he was obviously very agitated.  I asked him what was
wrong, but he brushed me off, saying it was none of my concern.  His
abruptness was very unusual and hurt.  So I went back to my room and sulked
for the rest of the day.

   The next afternoon, I was summoned by Edward's mother.  When I got down
to the parlor, Edward, his mother and father were waiting for me.  Edward
took my arm and led me to a settee.  He took a large breath and said "I
know you are aware that I have been having a disagreement with my mother
and father the last couple of days.  What we have been arguing about is
you."  He quickly added "you haven't done anything wrong; in fact it's just
the opposite.  I have fallen in love with you and want to marry you.  My
mother and father don't think I should.  There reason is because you are a
possession.  They want me to marry a girl from an influential family as has
been traditionally done in our society.  I don't want to marry any of those
girls, and they have finally given in." With that, he dropped to one knee
in front of me and took my hand.  Then he said "Will you marry me?" I had
barely taken in the fact that he loved me when he asked, so I was really
flustered.  I just sat there looking at him for such a long time that
Edward became concerned.  He asked if I was alright.  Finally it sunk in
and I started to smile.  The first time I had really smiled in a long time.
I looked him in the eyes and said "Edward, I would love to be your wife."

   We both started breathing again at the same time.  Then, he took a ring
box out of his pocket and opened it up.  It contained the most beautiful
diamond ring I had ever seen, and it was huge!  He placed it on my ring
finger.  We were officially engaged.

   The wedding was set for a Saturday 2 months away.  This left us very
little time to prepare, but it was necessary since it was the only date
that everyone had free for the next year.  So the whirlwind began.  First
on my list was a wedding dress.  Edward's mother had a couple of designers
come in to display their dresses.  After looking at about a hundred gowns,
we finally decided on one.  It was very full, with a beaded bodice, long
sleeves, a high collar, a huge bow at the back and a long train.  The veil
was French lace.  Naturally, it had a very small waist that would require a
corset that could reduce my waist size to 16 inches.  Since I now measured
18 inches, I had some work to do.

   The next couple of weeks went by in a blur.  Invitations had to be
mailed; the church booked, flowers ordered, caterer hired, etc.  Most of
the decisions were out of my hands, but I helped where I could.

   With 2 weeks to go, the dress maker arrived for a fitting.  I had
reduced my waist by another inch, so I still had one more inch to go.  The
dress maker wanted to let out the bodice a bit to ensure I would be able to
get into it for the wedding.  Edward's mother would have none of it.  She
insisted that I would be down to 16 inches by the wedding, so 16 inches it
was.

   I saw little of Edward the last couple of weeks.  He was busy clearing
his slate so we could go on our honeymoon.  He wouldn't tell me where we
were going, so I had to be patient.  Finally, the big day came.  The dress
had arrived the day before, with the corset, petticoats, train, lace gloves
and veil.  It had taken three people to bring in all the boxes.  My morning
was taken up getting ready.  My hair was trimmed and curled, my nails
professionally manicured and my make-up expertly applied.  By this time,
the wedding was only 2 hours away.  It was time to get into the dress.

   I was attached to the lacing bar and stretched until my toes barely hit
the floor.  The white satin corset was wrapped around my body and the
lacing began.  It took almost an hour and a great deal of pain before the
maids, urged on by my future Mother-in-Law, before the 16 inch goal was
achieved.  I could barely breathe.  In fact, I had fainted twice during the
process, but was brought round with smelling salts.

   Once the corset was tied off and the excess lace trimmed, the lacing bar
was lowered.  The pain increased as my body tried to settle, but had
nowhere to go.  After a short break, my feet were shoehorned into a pair of
satin ballet slippers with heels.  This forced me to walk on my toes.  I
was pretty used to this, so I didn't complain.  Then the petticoats were
applied.  First a very tight one and then 10 or 12 more with increasing
fullness until they stretched to about four feet all around me.  Next a
pair of shoulder length lace gloves was drawn up my arms.  They were very
tight and were held up with a wide ribbon that went over my shoulders to my
neck where they were attached to a collar that was tied at the back of my
neck.  Then the dress was dropped over my head.  My arms were fed into the
sleeves and the bodice was tugged into place.  There were about 50 small
pearl buttons down the back that took the maids about fifteen minutes to
close.  The train was attached to the dress underneath the bow and the veil
was attached to my hair with a number of pins and combs.  Finally, the
blusher was dropped over my face and down to my elbows.  Because the veil
was lace, it was quite difficult to see.  I was finally ready, and not a
minute too soon, as the limo had just pulled up outside.  We didn't have
time for me to walk down the stairs, so the limo driver and another male
staff member, carried me down and out to the limo.  I was hustled into the
car and we sped off to the church.  The limo drove into a courtyard behind
the church, where I was helped out.  Even at the church, I didn't get a
glimpse of the outside world.

   I was led into an ante room where final adjustments were made by
Edward's mother and his two sisters who were my bride's maids.  The rest of
the day is just a blur.  The service was thankfully short, and then we were
whisked into the limo for the drive to the reception, which was being held
back at the estate. 

   There was a reception line, speeches, a meal and finally Edward and I
danced.  Then, after I threw the bouquet, we left to get dressed for our
honeymoon.  Edward still wouldn't tell me where we were going.

   My maids got me out of the wedding dress and into a gown with a heavily
embroidered, chocolate velvet bodice and a raw silk skirt.  Accompanying it
was a matching cape, gloves and shoes.  It was beautiful but would have
looked more in place in the 1850's then today.  I had never worried about
this before, because I was always inside the walls of the estate, but the
honeymoon would take me out into the real world, or so I thought.  When I
mentioned my concern to Edward, he told me not to worry.

   When we were ready, we said our final good-byes and climbed into the
limo once again.  We drove for about fifteen minutes before turning into
what looked like a private airport.  The limo went right into a hanger
where we were dropped off beside a Lear jet.  Edward helped me up the
stairs and we settled down into the most comfortable plane seats I had ever
sat in.  We taxied to the runway and took off.

   The excitement of the day got the better of me and I fell asleep.  I
awoke to Edward's gentle pat, and he said "We are here.  Time to get up".
We climbed out of the plane and found ourselves in another hanger.  A limo
was waiting there for us.  We climbed in and off we went.  Edward finally
told me where we were.  We were in Switzerland, heading to one of his
family's many private estates.

   When we arrived, we went through a gate in a high wall and up the drive
to the portico at the front of the mansion.  Once again, I had had no
chance to view the outside world, except through a tinted limo window.

   Over the next 2 months, we traveled to five other estates, in five
different parts of the world.  Edward explored each one, but I was confined
to the grounds.  Edward explained to me, that in his society, women did not
leave the sanctity of their estates at all.  So, he wasn't trying to be
mean, it was just the way things were done.

   When we finally returned, Edward took me to our new home.  It was
similar to his parent's home and only a couple of blocks away.

   The first couple of weeks were spent organizing.  It took the maids a
considerable amount of time to get my wardrobe unpacked and then we had to
go over everything to make sure it still fit my 16 inch waist.

   That's how I came to be Jasmine and to being Edward's wife.  I love my
life and wouldn't go back for anything.