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Hi folks - A NEW multi-part Transgender story ! 
(Posted with written permission from the author!)

Enjoy!
Sapphire
Sapphire's Place TG Fiction Archive
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All the Warnings to Minors are in effect. There are parts that some
feel could corrupt your young minds.

----The Story Follows----------------------------------------
Chapter7


  And suddenly, I wished that I could get out of this apartment. 
I wanted to parade myself off in front of the entire world.  I had
worked so hard to achieve this effect, that I just wanted someone to
see it, even if they were strangers and wouldn't say a word to me. 
Then the sordid and demeaning thought hit me that this must be
how a transvestite feels after he has gotten all dressed up.  He just
wants to show off and fool the world into thinking he is really a
woman, not the man he was really was.

    I nearly ran to the bathroom to remove all of these clothes
and makeup, but didn't.  I wasn't a transvestite, I was really a
woman and this was how I was supposed to look.  Again, I
examined my image in the mirror and felt the silky feel of all the
feminine clothing on my body and tried to accept it.  But the image
in the mirror wasn't really me and the feeling of this clothing just
made me feel very much the gay man in drag.

    Then I continued looking and decided I really did look quite
nice and actually, I didn't feel that uncomfortable in this attire.
And I could see my breasts just trying to burst out of their
constraints and looking very feminine with the swells of the two
mounds of flesh and the cleavage very obvious to anyone that looked.
I turned around in a sharp motion and felt the dress swirl and caress
my legs, and started to like the feel of the dress and my other
garments.  And looking at the very feminine girl in the mirror, I
started to feel just a little girlish and sort of liked the way I
looked and felt.  This seemed weird and not very masculine, but at the
same time it seemed sort of relaxing and right.  And this was after
just forty-eight hours of consciously acknowledging my female body.

    Somewhat reluctantly, I decided to stick with the dress, at
least for a couple of hours.  Maybe I would start to adjust to this
feminine feeling, just a little I hoped.  

    I walked into the study, and for the hell of it tried to get into
the Heights Investigations computer, and this time it was turned on
and accessing the Internet.  I punched in the code that would
continually check for access and my only chance was getting in just
when the operator was signing off from the network.  Or better yet,
left his machine on hold and went and got coffee or was called away
with some other duty.

    I let the machine on a endless cycle of attempting to break in
his computer and had an alarm set to signal success.  I then
proceeded to walk around the apartment, trying to feel natural in
this dress and not succeeding very well.  I didn't know what to do
with my self.  I gracefully sat down on a chair, folded my legs, one
over my knees and knew that woman didn't do that.  Then I
awkwardly crossed my legs and was pleased to notice that my
panties were no longer visible to the casual viewer.

    I got up off the chair and decided that I should walk around
for a while to get used to the feel of these heels.  They were only
two inch heels, but I still had to balance a bit on them.  I tried
walking across the room again, first taking rather large masculine
steps, then mincing in tiny little steps.  Neither way seemed
comfortable or felt right.  I then proceeded to walk back to the
bathroom, turned around and walked out into the living room again,
then into the study, back out and into the kitchen.  Not satisfied, I
repeated this exercise about five or six more times, watching the
mirrors in the living room and bedroom each time to get some
measure of my progress.

    And each time I saw my reflection in the mirror, I studied it,
trying to get somewhat composed with this image.  The long hair
down my shoulders and back, the delicate painted face, and the
short and somewhat revealing dress exposing my neck,  breasts,
slim arms and long legs were all so striking and different that I was
having a very difficult time relating this vision of my self with my
mental recollection of my male appearance.

    I would frequently sit on a chair or one of the bar stools in the
kitchen, trying to do it gracefully and with some feminine aplomb. 
Then I got back up and continued walking again.  The heels on the
shoes caused a slight wiggling of my rear end and I let myself relax
and further emphasized this undulation.  And occasionally I would
sort of twirl and make the skirt of the dress flare out and wrap
around my legs.

    All in all, it was a rather strange experience and I didn't really
know if I was enjoying or hating this dressing in female clothing. 
But either way, I had to admit that I was a very pretty girl and sexy
in sort of a wholesome way.  But all this time, I was always aware of
the drastic change in my groin.  It just felt completely different,
the void where I used to have some definite male organs.

    And eventually, the shoes started to feel better on my feet. 
Not comfortable, not normal, but acceptable.  Then I tried running
and discovered why woman seem to nearly always seem to run in a
stilted manner.  It was the only way one could run with heels on. 
Little steps, ass wiggling, looking quite unathletic was about the
only way a woman could move with a modicum of speed.  Why
many ran the same way in tennis shoes, I just didn't understand
because I knew that women could run with an open stride as many
did in athletic contests.  But I just continued walked and running
around the apartment until I felt fairly natural in these shoes and
dress.  Eventually it occured to me that by putting one foot directly
in front of the other, I was walking in a much more normal female
fashion.
 
    Finally, I went into the bedroom, looked at the clock and
noticed it was nearly noon.  I had spent over three hours in my
shower, putting on this makeup, doing my hair and dressing.  This
was clearly an unacceptable waste of time.  I must learn to do this
faster or quit doing it.  I would be damned if I was going to spend
three hours of my life just getting dressed in the morning.  Of course
I had spent the last half hour just walking around the apartment
getting adjusted to these new shoes.

    For the hell of it, I went to the telephone, picked it up and
heard the dial tone.  I dialed "O" and this time I got an operator.
I told him it was a mistake and hung up.  Evidently my logic had
made an impression on Richard.

    I picked out a book, this one on female fashions, and sat
down in the chair and started reading it.  It was really very boring,
but I continued slogging through the pages and eventually I got
interested.  Just finding the words for the various forms of female
dress was sort of interesting.  Shoes were called pumps, sandals,
skimmers, flats, T-Straps, Huaraches, Step-ins, wedges, slings, and
innumerable others.  Some were redundant but each had a physical
characteristic that prompted the name.  And it was the same with
every other piece of clothing.  There were underwire bras,
minimizing bras, enhancing bras, athletic  bras, strapless bras,
decollete bras, front fastening bras, full figured and even maternity
bras.   And finally, the 'wonder' bra, a brassiere that was supposed
to enhance ones breasts in a very sexual manner.  But the 'wonder
bra' was really just an underwire demi-bra that pushed up ones
breasts.

    I learned what a chemise consisted and the combinations of
these undergarments with brassieres, girdles and garter straps. 
Some were quite sexy and revealing and were obviously meant to
sexually charge up a male companion.   And the materials of the
dresses and skirts  were equally diverse and interesting.  It would
take me years to really know what I was reading while examining
the ad's in the newspapers and magazines.  No wonder woman had
such a hard time with math and science.  Their minds will full of the
different styles and names for their clothing and had no room for the
essentials of the sciences.  This I knew to be a macho thought, but
what the hell, I was a woman and could have all the macho thoughts
I wanted now.   With this body, I couldn't possibly be accused of
being a 'male macho pig.'  Inwardly, I chuckled at the thought. Then
it hit me that I hadn't chuckled, I had giggled with the complete high
pitched giggle of a girl.

    Then the computer started buzzing and I went and found I
was in the Heights system.  I quickly looked around and went to
their financial records, found the entry from Culler, Inc. and a code
that identified the case files.  I searched for a while and found the
case data base and enter the code and found a full description of
the negotiations, the planning and the execution of my abduction.  I
downloaded it and broke the connection before I was discovered. 
Now I had Richard over a barrel.  He was in my power and I could
negotiate on even terms.  But first I had to get the files out of the
apartment and in a place where they would be delivered to the
police, the FBI and most of the media if anything happened to me.  

    And suddenly it occurred to me, use the Internet.  Load the
file in with a trigger that would automatically download all the
information to all of the relevant police agencies.  I just needed a
way to activate the trigger that and I figured a few letters to
various journalist should accomplish this.  I was set, I just had to
create the file and load them up.  Then I had a better idea.  I would
load the file with sort of a booby trap.  If I didn't reset the trap,
the file would automatically be released to the journalists and police
agencies I determined.

    I was busy typing a letter that would be posted to ten or
twelve journalists, say six in Grand Rapids, two in Lansing, and one
each in Detroit, Chicago, Kalamazoo, St. Louis, Washington D.C.
and any where else I could get a reliable name plus the FBI, the
Michigan State Police, and the Grand Rapids Police.

    And the computer blanked out, showed a screen informing
me I had E-Mail.  I canceled the notification screen and brought up
my mail box.

    It was another letter from Richard.

Patricia,

    I received your E-Mail and am sort of surprised by your
feeble attempts to blackmail me.  But your use of 'Kathy's'
name has made me wonder if you did find anything of use to
you in your endeavor.  If need be, I will search your apartment
and your computer and find out what you have.  In fact I have
already searched your computer and found nothing very
interesting except for two files that were encrypted.  These
make me wonder.  I am sorry for the intrusion on your privacy
but I am sure you can understand my concern.

    I and my staff have watched your first transition into the
feminine world and this is a great improvement over yesterday. 
I expected that you would use far more facial makeup and
would chose clothing more in keeping with a young man's
sexually fantasied vision of how a woman should dress.  And I
apologize for the imposition into your personal life, but it just
part of the Institutes research.  

    Patricia, I am really proud of you.   I especially liked the
color coordination between the ribbons in you hair and the rest
of your dress.  And even the very slight hint of green in your
eye shadow impressed me. 

    Patricia, for this you get an A+.  This was not only
exemplar for your first session, but you jumped ahead by
about two weeks.  ( Literally years ahead of some girls who
haven't figured that less is sometimes much better than more.)

    And about the telephone, that was a bit stupid.  And so
was the idea of locking you in your apartment and leaving all
the windows open.  I have taken the liberty of freeing your
telephone and releasing the lock on your front door.  You are
now free to do what you want.  But the computer was your
salvation and I knew how important it is too you and like an
idiot, I gave you a means of  communicating with the world and
only cut off your local access.  Well, I am new at this kidnaping
and prisoner thing.  

    By the way, I am coming by and seeing you tonight.  I
think it will be more conducive to our future relationship if me
meet face to face.  Please stay dressed the way you are right
now, as this will be very pleasing to me.

    Now get on with your life and enjoy your new sex!

                                   Love and kisses,

                                   Richard

    Bingo, I thought.  He just admitted that he kidnaped me and
this will only add additional proof to my file.

    I decided to return his letter and I address a new message to
Culler, Inc.

Richard Culler,

    Your affectionate responses with Love and Kisses are
not appreciated, but do what you must do.  I have discovered
that the telephone is open now but I haven't even tried the door
and am not about to do so.  As I said, I have no reason to make
a spectacle of myself in the world.
    The encrypted files are just my impressions of my
transition from male to female.  They are very personal and
very private.  I don't much like the idea of any one reading my
inner most thought and feelings.

    And you are right, you closed the door before I had
gotten much from my searches though the databases.  I just
got into your personnel records and discovered your birth date
and Social Security number to use in crashing the other
protected files.  However I do know that you are Richard Allan
Culler, born 2\13\62 and your SSN is 472-35-5593.  Your
mother's maiden name is Leiberman and you attended college
at Penn State, Harvard, and the London School of Economics. 
Not a bad education for a middle aged man.

    But other than that, nothing.  You can sleep securely. 
But I will keep trying.  I am pretty good and have some means
of hacking that you can't possible know about.  I have been
doing it for years and this is just another exercise, but an
exercise that seems pretty important to me now.  But rest
assured, I am not going to sue you or harass you in anyway.  I
just want to be free of both you and the clinic.  I have a life to
live and I want to get on with it.  I will continue with the hacking
as I prefer to deal from a position of strength.

    And I will be looking forward to your visit tonight.  I have
a few things I want to discuss with you also.  Until then,

                                I remain your vassal,

                                Pat

    While typing the note, my eyes were constantly looking down
over my breasts and seeing those new delicate hands with their
colored fingernails playing over the keys.  And the occasional typing
error caused by the longer fingernails was just another reminder of
my new sex.

    It was now after one in the afternoon and I was ready for
some lunch.  I looked through the cupboards and decided on a light
lunch.

    After a lunch of a tuna and onion sandwich along with some
chips, I went swishing into the study.

    I was still wearing these outlandish sexy clothes, but said the
"Hell with it."  I kicked off my shoes and curled my legs beneath my
dress, and sprawled comfortably on the couch.  I made notes of the
letters I was going to write and then went to the computer.  First I
finished my letters to the various journalists I had selected and
included them along with all the information I had gleaned from the
Internet.  I loaded the file I had assembled into a secured file that
automatically post to E-Mail if the date I specified passed with no
intervention.  I was finally satisfied that I was safe from Richard's
prying at the moment so I eliminated the files from my computer.

    Relieved and satisfied, I picked up a manual from Paradox
for Windows and started reading,  frequently getting up and going
to the computer to try various suggested ideas out.  Each time I got
up and moved to the computer, I became very aware of my dress,
my bosom, my hair and my groin.  They all contributed to a
disconcerting feeling about the way I looked and felt.  I guessed that
if I had much shorter hair, smaller breasts, I could adapt much
easier and quicker, but this was not the case.  I had extremely long
hair and vary large breasts and now, some fairly sexy clothing on
my body.  Every movement, each motion I made reminded me of my
new gender.  Physically, I was so obviously female and mentally, I
was still so very male and this was making for a very confused and
mixed thought process.  I couldn't help but be impressed with my
appearance and my body, but I hated it at the same time.  One
instant I felt very much like a girl, but the next, I felt like I was
just man in drag.

    I killed the entire afternoon that way, stopped for supper, and
was soon back on the computer.  In the midst of one of my 
computer trials, I though I heard someone else in the apartment.  I
got up, slipped on my shoes, inadvertently smoothed out my dress
and walked out to the living room.  Richard Culler was standing
there with a brief case and a bunch of flowers in his hand.

    My rage was nearly uncontrollable.  But I did control it and 
just stood there thinking epithets, but all he saw was a smile on my
face.  He just stood there and smiled back. 

    "Patricia,  this is just great.  I knew you as 'Pat', my old
friend, as a piece of flesh on the operating table, but this is
something else. Seeing my old friend as a girl, a woman in the flesh
and blood, I find this just overwhelming and am quite proud of my
handiwork.  I brought you some flowers.  All girls like flowers."

    "You must realize you are quite beautiful, a vision that all
men would admire.  And as a man, I admire you.  But this is not the
reason for the meeting, me telling you what a truly beautiful woman
you have become.  Now come here a moment and let me hold you
and feel you and love you.  Don't be bashful and come here."

    Nearly mesmerized by this man, I came up to him and he
grabbed me in his arms and tried to kiss me.

    Now as a man or a woman,  I would decide who I would kiss
and who I wouldn't.  And Richard was definitely in the group of
those who I wouldn't.  I wiggled out of his grasp, looked him in the
eyes and said in my newly feminine voice, "Richard Culler, you are
a complete bastard.  To do this to a person and expect him to even
slightly like you, let alone kiss you, is the height of egocentric
mania.  I hate you now and will always hate you for what you have
done to me.   And besides, I am not really a girl, just appear as one
and I don't especially like fresh cut flowers."  

    "Fine, I am adaptable and am stuck with this female persona
and physique you have forced on me.  I will live with it, but don't
expect me to ever give a damn about you.  Besides, you claimed
you did this to me to get my true love, Kathy.  What possible reason
or desire could you have for me when you have her?"

    He answered, "That last sounded nearly like you 'could like'
me.  You sounded jealous of my relationship with Kathy.  Well that
is not the situation.  I just feel an obligation to you.  I took a
normal healthy young male and turned him into a normal healthy young
female and I watched the entire transformation.  I probably know
much more about your conversion than you do.  In fact I know I do. 
Like a Frankenstein, I am interested in my creation.  And you, dear
Patricia, are my creation."

    "I was witness to your capture, at least on video tape.  Then I
determined every operation that you would endure, insuring that the
first operation was the elimination of your male sex organs and the
substitution of the female ones.  I could have just left you like
that, a sexual freak and oddity, but I didn't.  I agreed with the
sketches of your new face and saw  that the surgery was successful.  I
insisted on your voice transition.  I even vetoed the doctors idea of
a spinal reduction which would make you shorter.  One, I have always
liked tall girls, and two, the operation was just too dangerous.  I
stood by your bedside many days and nights, just caring about you.  In
fact, right now, I am not sure if I am more in love with Kathy than
with you.  You are my creation, my dream girl.  Everything is just
right about you, at least the way you look and appear.  And your mind
and mentality, I have always admired your brain, your way of
thinking things through, and your quick and sarcastic wit."

    "Sure, I am nearly a billionaire, and only five years older than
you.  Somehow I was lucky and you are unlucky.  I believe you were
only making about 50G's before your conversion.  It takes quite a
while for fifty grand a year to add up to a billion dollars.  But
still you had something I didn't have, a piece of mind, a sense of
worth, a happy life, and the love of Kathy.  This made me insanely
jealous so I took action and you are now what your are."

    "Richard", I replied.  "If you only knew what made me like I
was, that is before you started messing with me.  I was completely
happy as a man.  Self satisfied if you wish.  Sure I loved Kathy at
this time in my life, but I had numerous affairs with other equally
desirable girls.  It was just that at twenty-six, I decided to settled
down and Kathy was there, available, intelligent and very lovely.  I
was never an overly emotional man, just as I am not a overly
emotional woman at the present time.  I let myself fall in love with
her and was completely happy with the ensuing prospect of living
our lives together." 

    "But now that is over.  You had me changed into a girl,
admittedly, a fairly attractive girl, but a girl, none the less.   I
have never truly admired women, they were far too emotional, given to
flights of fancy, liked shopping and spending money in an excessive
manner, and were much to taken up with their image, their
appearance and dress.  Although I have always thought that women
were as intelligent as men, somehow, they never seemed to use it
to the fullest in their personal lives.  Admittedly, in school, they
were our equal, but when emotionally dealing with the real issues of
life, most women somehow come up lacking something.  Or at least
approach these issues from an entirely different perspective, a
perspective I didn't really understand."

    "But now you have made me into a woman. I even sound like
a woman and am dressing as a woman.  But I don't feel or think any
differently than I ever did.  I have only been conscious for three
days in my new body.  Maybe I will change over the long haul, but
to date, I am still mentally the same person I always was.  I am
dressed like this because it was inevitable considering my current
physical status.  Dressing and appearing as a female was a
challenge to my engineering mind, just to see if I could do it. 
Admittedly this dress, makeup and hair tends to make me feel just a
little bit feminine.  But this feeling is just superficial and not
internal."

    "I have had a hell of a time realizing I can't sleep with girls
anymore and do anything fairly interesting sexually.  And what is
more fascinating, is the fact that men can sleep with me and do to
me what men always want to do to a female. The clinic said that I
could become pregnant, bare a child or children.  I have to accept
this fact, this horrible fact that I could be impregnated, develop a
baby in my new womb and eventually give birth to another human
being. I have to accept this as reality even though I don't like the
idea much.  I mean, I don't like the idea of me giving birth, not that
a real  women shouldn't do this."

    Richard seemed to be taken aback by my speech.  He
thought for a while and then responded.

    "You are correct, Patricia.  I kept you under drugs for nearly
three months.  Now that I have let you think again and you do seem
to understand the inevitability of your future life, I have relented.

And in addition, I have a few surprises for you."

    He went and got his brief case, opened it and pulled out a
folder  and laid it open on the coffee table.  Opening it he pulled
out a document and handed it to me.

    "Patricia, here is your new driver's license.  Complete with
your new name of Patricia Jennifer Browning, your sex as female
and a picture of your present likeness.  I knew you would like the
name Patricia since I made it a sure thing with some auto
suggestions when you were unconscious.  Some other suggestions
that were implanted in your mind, I hope are helping you adjust to
your new body and image."  

    "And with the driver's license comes a new Mercedes
convertible.  Here are the keys.  Also, here are three approved
credit cards with fairly high credit limits.  Next is a new birth
certificate, one that specifies you were born a girl in Cedar Rapids
on January 4th, 1967.  Also I have included copies of the changed
transcripts of your college records in you new name.  I took the
liberty of depositing  $200,000 in this new bank account for your
use.  This will be above the trust I am putting into your name of
$1,000,000." 

    "We sent in your resignation to Herman Miller, citing
'Extremely pressing personal problems' as your reason for
resigning.  We also sent off letters to your parents and sisters,
stating that you were going on a sabbatical trip around the world
and would here back in about three months.  Additionally, we have
sent each of them some very impersonal postcards from various
foreign post offices as a follow up." 

    "Patricia, I am not really a bad man.  I was just desperate and
manically jealous of you and Kathy.  Neither I or medical science
can undo what has happened to you.  You will just have to adjust. 
But I hope I have made your life a bit easier.  The rest of your life
is
ahead of you at this moment.  You can continue your career, fall in
love and get married, or just sit and be a playgirl the rest of your
life. The money is there for you to do what you wish."

    "But please, just stay away from Kathy and me, at least for
the present. Incidentally, you are enrolled in the Ester Murray
Modeling school starting next Monday morning at nine a.m.  And
judging from the progress you have made in one day toward the
feminine appearance, you should be on their staff by the end of the
first week."

    "This apartment is yours for the duration.  If you have any
great problems, you can reach me with the computer messaging
system.  I would very much like to kiss you and wish you goodbye,
but that is up to you.  I am going to walk out of this apartment and I
hope you have a very fulfilling life as a woman."

    I felt a warming in my body for this rich but pitiful man.  I
leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek.  He then pulled me
up and planted a big one on my lips, the first time I had ever been
kissed by a man in my entire life.  It wasn't totally unpleasant.

    Richard turned, picked up his case and walked to the door. 
"Patricia, my best to you for the rest of your life.  I am truly sorry
for
what I did, but I believed it was necessary and  now an
accomplished fact."

    He reached over and gave me a kiss on the forehead and
walked out of the door.

    I couldn't believe that I was rid of him.  What he did to me
was beyond belief.  But if I didn't realize that he was responsible, I
could nearly like him.  However, I also couldn't believe that I was
now a woman and would have to live as one the rest of my life.  But
at least I was free, I could come and go at will.  Life suddenly
looked a lot more auspicious for me.
 


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