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Subject: New TG: The Lottery  by Dianne Christy (2/2)
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Hi.

  This is one of the last submissions to the nifty archives and I found
it worthwhile to post. It's a outlook of our future.

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

  If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your
stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for
story postings and for nothing else.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

2___The_Lottery________________________________________by_Dianne_Christy_



breast in my hand, on my chest spill out from around the fingers that
grasped it in horror!!  Now ...  knowing what it was, I could even feel
their weight on my chest!

Slowly, looking up at the ceiling, not wanting to see, I reached up with my
other hand and felt my left breast.  It, too spilled over my hand, full ...
soft ...  firm!  Oh, God!!  I ...  I had Tits!!  Girl's tits!!  I shook my
head to each side, trying to wish it away!!

The fingers of my right hand probed up over the top of my right breast until
they found a large, erect nipple!  Then, as a terrifying thought shook me,
my right hand left the soft flesh of my right breast and slid slowly over
very soft, smooth skin on my flat tummy and touched soft, curly hair at my
crotch.

I prayed that I would find the familiar appendage with it's fleshy sac below
it, but as I had to reach further and further downwards, past where it
should have been ...  I knew what I would find.  A second later, my slender,
soft finger found what I feared.  For a brief moment, I felt the tip of my
finger press into the folds of ...  .  .  of (Oh, Please, Nooo!)  my
vagina!!

Not only did I feel the soft, vertical lips of my new labia, I could feel
the entrance to my (Noooo!)  vagina and the light, warm moistness that lay
there!  And not only that ...  as my slender finger had slid down my soft
skin, I felt the slight scratch from what must be long fingernails
occasionally preceed it!  Jesus!!  Even my nails had changed!!

As I jerked my hand back towards my face, I heard the soft gasp escape from
my lips.  But ...  .  even only as a light, soft moan ...  I could tell that
I no longer had my old voice, either!!

I involuntarily let out a low, "Oh, Nooo!", as my hand came into view and I
heard my new, girl's voice for the first time as my eyes beheld my soft,
smooth skinned, slender, woman's hand for the first time.  Complete with
long, femininely rounded nails and small, frail, fair skinned wrist!

My hand went to my throat at the sound of my new voice and was met with the
feel of a long, slender neck with no Adam's Apple any longer!!

For a moment I thought I would go mad!!  Oh, Gawwwwd!!  It really happened!!
I had turned into a ...  .  a girl!!!  I was a ...  a young woman!!

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, unable to comprehend what .  ...  how
...  this had happened!!  I wanted to die!!  Why me?!?  Hadn't I been a good
son?!  What would people think?!?  What about my friends?!?  What would they
say?!?  Oh, God!!  Please!!  Nooooooo!

I found myself trying to think of a way out of my predicament when ...  all
of a sudden ...  I felt this urge ...  an unwanted urge ...  to get out of
bed.  I tried to resist it .  .  .  but .  .  Oh, Shit!!  ...  when I did I
suddenly became extrememly nauseus!!  The sickening feeling was sooo awful
that I sat up in bed and placed my feet on the floor.  As soon as I did the
pain was gone.

Oh, Nooo!  The controlling pain my mother had spoke about!!  It was real!!
It was working on me right now!!

As I sat on the edge of the bed I could feel the soft swaying from my new
breasts.  I could actually feel their weight on my chest!  And I ...  I just
felt smaller!!  All over!  My small, delicate, feminine feet reached the
floor a little differently, with my legs lying flat on the bed.  I was
shorter!!

I looked down and finally saw myself for the first time.  It was soooo
painful to see my new body!  I ...  .  I was a girl!!

I could see my firm, white breasts extended out in front of me.  Their large
nipples sitting high and pointy on them.  God!  They were so ...  so firm
and ...  and big!!  My gaze took in my high, narrow waist, my shapely,
womanly hips, the soft smooth, girlish thighs and my long, shapely, smooth
legs!!  Oh, God!!  I couldn't stand it!!

My slender arms and narrow shoulders made me feel so frail and the feeling
of my long, soft, blonde hair hanging around my head and down over my
shoulders made me want to run and hide from it all!!

But as these thoughts went through my mind, another wave of illness came
over me.  It was awful and I immediately stood up to make it go away.  I
just seemed to know that getting up and going into the bathroom was the way
to make it stop!  I had to act right or it would hurt!

As I took the first step towards the bathroom, I knew I was much smaller
than I had been.  I guessed that I wasn't over 5'6" now.  And the way I
moved!  Oh, Jesus!!  I couldn't help it!!  I ...  I was walking just like a
girl would!!  If I tried to stop it .  .  .  ohhhh ...  it hurt so bad!

With my shapely hips swaying, my limp wrist held femininely at one side, I
walked into the bathroom and turned to face the mirror.  I wish I hadn't.

Looking back at me was a ...  a pretty .  .  no ...  a beautiful young
woman!

My face!  It ...  it wasn't my face anymore.  Though I could see a small
resemblance to my former self, it was just too ...  to pretty to be me
anymore!

The long, honey-blonde hair framed my oval face in a very sexy, feminine
way.  I looked at my soft, smooth complextion and saw the high cheekbones,
wide, almond shaped, blue eyes framed with long, curved lashes...  my new,
small, pert nose, my narrow, small chin, ...  and ...  and my new full ,
petulant, very feminine mouth with soft, full lips and prominent cupid's bow
on the upper lip!  Jesus!  Even my eyebrows were thin, feminine shaped
arches that framed my beautiful, feminine eyes!  And there was absolutely no
facial hair at all!  Not a trace!  Oh, Gawwwd!  I ...  I was sooo ashamed!

When I resisted the temptation, I felt ill again and finally looked at the
rest of my new body in the mirror as I backed slightly away from it.

I looked at my breasts, standing proudly on my narrow chest.  Then at my
waist, so small and high, then at my flared, womanly hips and ...  and then
at the blonde, triangular patch of downy pubic hair that framed the outline
of my ...  my new vagina!!  The long shapely legs below that didn't even
phase me after seeing my new ...  womanhood!!

Looking back at my face .  .  I also realized that I looked older now.  Like
it had said in the pamphlet ...  I looked to be around twenty or so.  It was
hopeless!  I was a young woman now and ...  and would be forced to act like
one!

I felt the urge in me and when I tried to resist it again, I felt ill.  So I
stepped over to the toilet and unconsciously sat down.  The feeling ...
ohhhh ...  I just can't describe it!  Even the tinkling sound seemed so
alien!  And when I was through, I didn't even resist the need to wipe myself
there with some TP while still sitting!  Oh, Please!!  Somebody help me!

When I stood up, again I felt the sway from my breasts and I felt the urge
to ...  .  to do something about it.  Oh, God!!  I knew what it was!  I ...
I wanted to put on ...  a ...  a bra!  Oh, Nooo!  Please!!

But I also knew I didn't have a bra!  But ...  but I couldn't help wanting
one!

Instead, not wanting to feel ill again, I let myself go ...  just go and do
whatever it was I had to.

I walked out of the bathroom and went straight to my closet.  I opened it
and took out the blue robe hanging in there next to all the men's clothes I
knew I would never wear again!

I put the robe on, seeing the shoulders slump past my new, narrow shoulders
and tied it around my small waist.  It was way too big.

Then, as I turned towards the door to the hallway I realized what I was
about to do and again tried to resist.  I didn't want anyone to see me like
this!  How could I let my parents see me like this?!

But, as the pain grew, I knew I had to!  I gave in and in a moment I was
padding down the stairs towards the kitchen where I could smell fresh coffee
brewing.  I was thankful I didn't see anyone outside my room.

As I turned the corner into the kitchen, I steeled myself for what I would
see.

Amazingly, my father wasn't there.  He must have left early for work, not
wanting to be there when I got up.  I could definitely understand that!

But the the look on my mother's face as I walked in was enough .  .  .  too
much ...  for me to take!

As she stood, the shock registering on her pretty face, I felt myself going
to tears and moving quickly to her open arms, crying girlishly into her
shoulder, now slightly higher than my own since she was wearing heels.

"Ohhh, my poor baby!", she soothingly said as she stroked the back of small
head, "It's OK, honey.  It's allright.  Don't be afraid.  Here ...  let me
get a good look a my pretty, new daughter!"

She pressed me back slightly as I stood looking up into her eyes, my tears
hot on my soft cheeks and my urge to be near her growing stronger.

She looked me up and down and then ...  obviously she had already planned to
put the initial shock of this behind us as quickly as she could ...  she
smiled and said, "Oh, honey!  You're just as pretty as a picture!  Don't be
ashamed.  I love you all the more, now.  Now ...  now you and I have
something very special in common.  We'll be as close as a mother and
daughter can be.  You'll see!  It'll be fine!  You're very beautiful and I'm
sure everything will be just fine!"

She kept it up for a while until I finally gave in to the urges growing in
me and smiled up at her, saying, "Oh, Mother ...  do you think so?  I ...
I'm so afraid!  I ...  I want everything to be allright.  Will ...  will you
help me?"

Though I was inwardly shocked at my high-pitched, soft, girlish voice, I
didn't resist the temptation to speak to her like that.  It just hurt too
much to hold back!  I ...  I'd even called her "Mother"!

She smiled and reached up to my face, wiping off the tears and said, "Oh,
sweetheart, don't you worry about a thing.  We'll be just fine.  Now you sit
down at the kitchen table while I get us some coffee.  We've got a lot to do
today!"

I smiled again and sat down, noting how I unconsciously smoothed the robe
under my girlish thighs as I did, just like a woman would.  My legs crossed
at my knees and I found myself feeling much better when I didn't resist.
But inside, in my mind, I still felt my shame and embarassement.  I was
sitting at my own table, with my mother ...  and I was a girl!!

She came over with a cup of coffee for me and I found myself admiring her
blue dress.  The way a woman admires another woman's clothes.  I caught
myself, but didn't try to stop it, knowing the pain would come if I did.

I guess she could see my stare and knew what I was thinking.

"Ohhh," she said, her face showing her concern, "don't worry, honey.  I'm
sure we'll find something suitable for you to wear today.  I was planning on
us doing some shopping later on this morning.  We still have alot to do to
get you settled and your father is picking up your clothing and furnishings
allotment today on the way home from work.  But he left us plenty of money
to do some shopping with to get you started."

I found myself smiling at her and then sipped at my cup.  Without thinking,
I'd held the cup femininely and gracefully as I brought it up to my full
lips.  I knew there was no stopping it!  I was a girl and I was going to
have to act like one!  Unless I wanted to feel ...  to feel the pain.

As my mother sat down across from me and sipped her coffee, I saw her
pensive stare and waited for her to say what was on her mind.

"You know, dear.  We still have a little problem to work out."

I looked questioningly at her and asked, "What is that, Mother?" That voice
again!  How could I sound so ...  so girlish?

She smiled and said, "Well ...  I mean ...  what are we going to call you?
I mean ...  we can't very well call you David, .  .  .  right?"

She was right.  I hadn't even thought about that.  In my mind .  .  .
though I knew I was now a girl ...  I still thought of myself as Dave.
David Lawrence Brewer.

"I ...  I guess you're right, Mother." I involuntarily said, "But ...  but
what ...  how are we ...  we supposed to change my name?"

"Well," she said thoughtfully ,"the pamphlet said that we are to select a
new first and middle name and then give it to the officials over the phone
today so that your identity papers will be ready tomorrow.  Have you thought
of anything yet?"

Of course I hadn't.

"No, I ...  I really hadn't even thought about it."

She smiled and looked a little excited.  I knew that she had!

"Well ...  I thought about it last night and ...  and I talked to your
father about it.  We thought ...  that is I thought and he agreed ...  that
you should use a name that has the same initials as your old name.  What do
you think?"

I really didn't think about it, but smiled and nodded.  I would let her name
me ...  just like she had when I was born.

"How about ...  Diana ...  Diana Lynette Brewer?" She seemed pleased with
her choice and I found myself cringing inside at the name.  I ...  I didn't
want to be called by a girl's name but found myself unable to resist it
without getting sick!

Instead ...  I smiled broadly and said, "Oh, Mother!  That's sounds great!"

She smiled back and said, "Oh ...  I'm so glad you like it, Diana!  I think
it's such a lovely name!  Diana Lynette it is!"

I smiled again and took another sip of my coffee.

She stood up and went over to the counter and brought back the pot,
refilling our cups.  When she came back, she was carrying her purse and as
she sat down, she opened it and took out her cigarettes.  I watched as she
lit one of the long, slim white cigarettes and blew out a long stream of
white smoke from between her lips while gracefully holding the cigarette
between her slender fingers in a very feminine way.

That's when it dawned on me!  I ...  .  I felt ...  I felt the need!  Oh,
Christ!!  I knew what it was!  Just as I knew that I needed to wear pretty
dresses and heels and make-up ...  I knew that I had been programmed to ...
to smoke cigarettes!

It was very clear in my mind!  If only I'd known how and why.

What I didn't know was that when our government had first begun the Lottery,
they had made sure that the economic success of certain industries was
looked after.  Those industries had lobbied hard to make sure that they
would not fail.  Every woman owned lots of clothes and wore make-up and
owned jewelry and .  .  .  and almost all of them smoked!  They only smoked
the long, slim cigarettes made especially for them!!  That's how the tobacco
industry had gotten back on it's feet after the wars!  And since the process
of changing us into women had given us a resistance to most diseases, they
used that fact to their own benefit!  And the cash they generated from that
had helped put our country back it's feet.

I knew in my mind that I wanted to own lots and lots of clothes and that I
would always use make-up and wear jewelery and ...  and ...  but I didn't
...  .  couldn't know why.  I was programmed that way!  It's seemed so .  .
so unfair!  They had even made it impossible for me to resist it or complain
about it!  I couldn't even talk about it with my mother!  I knew I'd get
deathly ill if I did!

So ...  feeling my inner embarassement, but appearing as natural and calm as
if I always had, I smiled at my mother as she blew another stream of smoke
from between her shiny red lips.

I looked at her purse and for an instant resisted.  But the overwhelming
nausea made me blanch and I stopped.  I smiled at her and asked, "Mother,
could I please have one of your cigarettes?"

Instead of the shocked look I expected, she just smiled and handed me her
pack of Virginia Slims and her lighter, saying, "Of course, Diana.  Oh,
there are just sooo many things we're going to have to get you that I don't
even know where to start!" She laughed and I smiled as I took one of the
long, white, slim cigarettes from her pack and held it femininely between
the tips of my long, slender fingers, as if I had smoked all my life!

I just couldn't stop or resist, afraid of the pain, as I brought the slim
filter gracefully ...  femininely, up to my lips and then lit my cigarette.
Surprised that I didn't even feel any irritation, I drew lighty on the
cigarette and then gracefully pulled it from my lips and inhaled the smoke.
I found myself holding my cigarette just like my mother, femininely,
gracefully up and off to one side of my head, my elbow resting on the table
as I exhaled a column of white smoke up and to one side.  Jesus!!  I could
even feel the need inside me being met!  I was already an addicted cigarette
smoker without ever having smoked before!

My mother smiled at me, fully aware that there was nothing I could do to
stop myself, and acted as if nothing was wrong.  Thank God at least for
that!  She was doing all she could to ease my embarassement over my
predicament and though I couldn't say so, I appreciated it.  If only I had
control over myself!

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