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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.
A Permanent for life.
By Sandy Sullivan
A permanent wave leads to a permanent change of life.
It was very lonely in my room, but it had been lonely in all
of the rooms I had lived in. My Mother and Father had been killed
in a car-bus accident during my first semester at college, Since
I had no other relatives and no money of my own I had sold their
house and with the life insurance money and the settlement from
the bus company, I was relatively well off. I had decided to
continue at college and was able to live well and pay all of my
tuition. But now having graduated with a major in photographic
journalism, and minors in business and computer science, I had
barely over $ 250,000 left. I know that seems like a lot of money
but at the present low interest rates it only provides $ 17,000
annual income. I had sworn to myself not to spend any more of the
principle, so I needed some work real soon.
I was determined to make it as a photo journalist, but so
far had not been able to land a position in that field. I guess I
will take a look through the trade papers again, maybe something
quick will show up. "Hey here is one" I exclaimed.
"Leading Professional Beauty Magazine desires complete set of
photos, start to finish, of a patron receiving a machine
permanent wave. Photos needed to illustrate article on the
history of permanent waves. Fee $2000 will advance half on
receipt of signed contract. Contact Ms. Sybil Smythe, ---
Chicago, IL 312-3---2---"
Wow, a little panic always livens things up! I have already
spent most of the advance, and after phoning 34 beauty shops I
haven't found any that still use machines to give permanent
waves. The last shop I called gave me the name of one that might
still use this method, and it is only a couple of blocks from
here. I guess I will go get some lunch and then walk on over
there and inquire. The sandwich wasn't too bad but the crowd of
middle aged businessmen sure gave me a fit about my shoulder
length blond hair. Some people really get uptight about anyone
that looks different from them. I don't suppose you could blame
them though, I am not very tall and do have a slender build.
I fact I am actually about the size, or a little smaller than
most of the women I know. Not that I know very many, I have
always been very shy, and have never even had a real date.
Somehow I have never had the courage to approach a girl for a
date. Of course I have been out to the clubs but only in a group.
I love to dance and usually the girls ask me to dance because of
my ability. The truth is I am still a virgin at 21. I really like
women, but maybe it is because I have always felt I wasn't man
enough for them, that has kept me from having a close
relationship.
"The Sisters" is really quite impressive. A large colonial
styled brick building with it's own parking lot. It certainly
looks prosperous, well here goes, I have never been in a real
beauty salon before. I always have my hair shaped and trimmed in
one of those Unisex places in the mall. Well I don't guess they
will bite.
"May I help you" said the very tall, very blond
receptionist as she looked down at me.
I couldn't help staring as I stuttered and stammered trying
to explain why I was there.
"I am sure we cannot be of any assistance to you, we do
still use machines but only for a few special customers, and we
don't have appointments for that service coming up. Oh, here is one
of the owners, she may know of something."
"Hi,I am Margaret Merrill, I'm sorry but at this time I'm
afraid you are out of luck."
Boy this place is full of tall beautiful women, Ms. Merrill
was also tall and a very striking brunette.
"But Ms. Merrill" I tried to explain "I must get a set of
photos of someone, I have already spent my advance and must
mail the photos by the day after tomorrow. Maybe if I would
pay for the service one of your employees would agree to be
the subject."
Ms. Merrill replied,"I do sympathize with you young man, but
all of my operators wear their hair in certain styles to promote current
trends in hair fashion. None of them are in need of a permanent wave
at this time."--------"But wait if you are really as desperate as you say,
why not let us give you the permanent?"----
"Me" I gulped, "But I'm sure they want it to be a woman."--
"Young man, with the proper clothes and a little makeup no
one would know the difference. Besides, that is the only solution for
your problem that I can offer."
"But who would take the pictures" I offered weakly.
" I am sure you could show us how to operate your camera, it
doesn't look too complicated. But make up your mind, we will have to
start soon as it will take several hours to complete this little project,
and it is almost 2 o'clock now." Ms. Merrill replied.
"Do you really think it would work? --- what can I do with
my hair after you finish? --- I mean can you put me back like I am?"
I nervously stammered.
"Yes" she laughed "it will work and if you don't like the
way you look when we finish we can always straighten your hair.
Now if you will just go with Janice she will help you change
clothes and appearance so we can get started on our little project."
Janice, the operator who had just walked up conferred a few
moments with Ms. Merrill, then took me by the hand and led me
toward the rear of the establishment. Janice opened the door to
what appeared to be a dressing and bathroom area.
"Take off all of your clothes and I will obtain an outfit
for you" she instructed.
"All of them?"
"Yes all of them, you must wear the proper foundation
garments if you are to present a realistic appearance."
When I had finished stripping, Janice measured my chest,
waist, and hips and asked what size shoes I wore. She then
entered a large walk in closet and returned with several items.
As she instructed I managed to struggle into a cleverly padded
all in one garment. For some reason, as I was getting into this
garment, I was beginning to feel a strange exhilaration and I had
to place my erected member in an upright position. Janice told me
to suck in my stomach as she pulled the back zipper up. This
garment was padded in the hip, buttock, and breast areas so that
I now appeared to have a very feminine shape. Because of the
powerful restricting qualities of the garment I was required to
stand in a very erect manner. Of course this caused the padded
breasts and buttocks to be emphasized even more. Janice then
assisted me in donning a pair of stockings and showed me how to
attach them to the special tabs provided on the foundation
garment. I could not help blushing, as I was sure Janice was
aware of the strangely exciting effects the stockings were adding
to my already exhilarated state. Next was a beautiful beige
blouse of some soft and silky material that was decorated at the
cuffs and neck with delicate ruffles of lace. To this she added a
pair of brown pleated pants with a back zipper. On my feet she
placed a pair of brown shoes similar to penny loafers only with a
higher heel and more delicately styled.
"Come sit at the vanity so I can apply a little makeup."
instructed Janice. "Just lipstick should do for now, we will do a
complete make over later in the process. Now, if that is where you
would like to start your photo series, we can return to the reception area."
The shoes Janice had provided were quite comfortable, but
the foundation garment was so restrictive I had to sway my hips
in a feminine way to walk. Ms. Merrill was waiting at the
reception desk when we returned. She greeted me in a manner that
seemed to increase my excitement even more.
"My, you look like a perfect young lady, and we haven't
even begun to change you." Ms. Merrill said.
Change me! Was there some hidden meaning in her statement?
But before I could question her or even think about it very much
Ms. Merrill had snapped several shots of me entering the door,
and Janice was leading me to the working area of the salon. At
this time I can not even remember agreeing to let them give me
the machine permanent, but it seemed the resistance I had
initially felt to this idea was rapidly vanishing. Although I had
not seen myself in a mirror yet, the clothing I was wearing was
having a definite effect on me. I seemed to feel very passive,
and was actually filled with anticipation for what was to come.
Janice led me into a room set off from the main salon. It
contained a mirrored wall with low cabinets in front of it, a
shampoo bowl and chair, a styling chair facing the mirrors, and a
hair dryer attached to a chair. In one corner was a large machine
on a stand that I assumed must be the permanent wave machine. It
had a large number of insulated wires, with clamps on the end of
each, dangling from what I thought must be a control head since
there were several dials, lights, and switches on the front of
the large round top. I had no idea at this time what part the
machine was to play in the waving process but it was most
imposing, maybe even frightening.
"Please remove your blouse, we don't want to spill any thing
on it."
Janice's words startled me back to attention, I must have
been staring at this machine longer than I realized.
"Put on this smock and lean back at the shampoo bowl."
Janice instructed.
Janice was very thorough and I really enjoyed the way she
shampooed my hair. Wrapping a towel around my hair like a turban
she told me to be seated in the styling chair. She removed the
towel and used it to dry my hair and then used a blow dryer and
brush until it was barely damp. While she was drying my hair I
was staring at myself in the mirrors and as she fluffed my hair
out the excitement I had been feeling seemed to grow even more.
Perhaps because of the excitement or maybe fear I had begun to
tremble and now was actually shaking. She began removing trays
of different items from the cabinets and placed them along the
top in convenient reach. We were now joined by Ms. Merrill, who
was carrying my camera, and another beautician whom she
introduced as Tara.
"Oh my, you are shaking like a leaf. said MS. Merrill.
"Tara,please bring some wine to help soothe her jitters."
As soon as I had drunk the wine a warm glow seemed to fill
me and soon my shaking had stopped. I did not drink normally but
if wine makes you feel this good I will certainly try it again.
Ms. Merrill noted that I had calmed down and told Janice to
proceed. Ms. Merrill began taking photos as Janice and Tara, one
on each side, started working on me. Beginning with a center part
each operator would section off a small amount of hair and pull
it through a slit in a rectangle of some sort of felt-like material.
This piece was placed next to my scalp with the section of hair
extending through the center. They would then place a
clamp-like device over the felt pad and secure it around the
hair. Next they applied a creamy looking lotion from a squeeze
bottle and combed it through the section of hair. After the
lotion had been applied they would place a metal roller at the
end of the hair section and roll it toward the scalp, securing
the roller to the clamp. Janice and Tara continued with this
procedure rapidly and soon had most of my head covered with these
roller devices. While Ms. Merrill took another photo of this
stage of the process she inquired--
"How do like your conversion so far?"
I was at a loss as to what reply I could give, I seemed to
be in a trance and all I could do was sit passively and watch the
amazing change in my appearance that was occurring. With the
rollers all over my head I looked just like a woman! Whether this
strange sense of passiveness was due to the fumes from the
lotion, which smelled very strongly of ammonia, or to the waves
of excitement that were coursing through me. I seemed to sense
some sort of ominous overtones in Ms. Merrill's question, what
could she mean by conversion? ----- Although I could not remember
actually agreeing to have the permanent wave put in my hair,
things had happened so fast and progressed so far I was afraid to
back out now. I certainly could not just walk out in this
condition. I must admit that I was enjoying the great feelings of
excitement and anticipation that had come over me. Even though I
was beginning to suspect that Ms. Merrill had more in store for
me than just a permanent wave I seemed powerless to resist. The
restriction of the foundation garment constantly reminded me of
the huge erection I had, and it seemed to be growing by the
minute.
The two operators had finished securing the last roller and
all of my hair was now completely fastened up in these curling
devices. Such strangely exciting feelings coursed through me as I
stared at my reflection in this condition. Janice re-wet all of
my hair on the rollers with the same lotion, and asked me to
please be seated in the chair under the permanent waving machine.
As I arose from the styling chair I realized just how heavy and
uncomfortable these rollers were. Ms. Merrill had taken photos of
the completed rolling and now that I was seated in the chair was
taking more as Tara commenced placing a clamp over each roller.
These clamps were attached to insulated wires that hung from the
head of the machine. The clamps were cylindrical and completely
covered the hair wound on the roller. I watched my reflection in
the mirrored wall with fascination, each time Tara attached
another clamp my excitement and euphoric feeling seemed to mount
to a higher level. It was obvious to me now that any idea I might
have had about backing out was impossible. I was securely
fastened to the machine with so many wires and clamps, that only
one of the operators could free me. I sensed that Ms. Merrill had
no intention of allowing that to happen. My hair was going to be
permanently waved by these women and there was nothing I could do
now to stop it. Tara had now completed placing all of the clamps,
and was adjusting dials and switches on the control panel of the
machine above my head.
"Well since we have you safely secured I shall take some
photos now, and then I must attend to certain other details
of your conversion. Tara has set the controls to the proper
temperature and timing to give you a firm and long lasting
curl. You will be connected to the machine for about an
hour, so Janice will be able to do something about improving
your hands while you are processing. If your head becomes
too hot, or you think one of the clamps is burning your
scalp, let Janice know immediately." with that informative
but chilling statement Ms. Merrill left Janice to attend me
while I sat bound to this machine.
How did I get myself into this predicament?. It is almost as
if these women were just waiting for me so they could do this. No,
surely that is not true this is a business place, they make money
by fixing peoples hair, it must be my imagination. But it
certainly appears that they are enjoying themselves. What can I
possibly do when this ordeal is over? Obviously my hair is to be
firmly and permanently curled by this machine. Even though I
don't have any relatives or close friends, my landlady, and the
women at the grocery store, and the restaurant are bound to know
my hair has been curled. How can I face them? What if somebody
recognizes me from the pictures,---- and "conversion" what does
Ms. Merrill mean by that?----- Is that just a figure of speech?
"Your other hand!" Janice said shocking me back from my
worries. She had set up a manicure table, attached some false
nails to my left hand, and now was proceeding to do the same to
my right hand.
"Why are you doing that to my hands, I just wanted pictures
of a hairdo." I asked.
"Ms. Merrill gave instructions that we are to make you
appear completely feminine and as beautiful as possible. She
wants the pictures to be as realistic as possible." Janice
replied.
Oh my, how will I ever get this all undone? As I worried
what was happening to me, Janice shaved both of my hands and
forearms with an electric razor. She filed the false fingernails
into long slender ovals and then applied a clear polish to each
nail.
"I will only apply the base coat now since I won't know what
color to use until your makeup is done." Janice told me.
While Janice was placing the manicure table by the hair
dryer I became aware of how uncomfortable I was. The weight of
all the steel rollers and clamps was making my neck tired,
especially since I could hardly turn my head because of all the
wires connecting me to the machine. At least the smell from the
lotion wasn't as strong as it had been, but the heat from the
machine clamps was really uncomfortable. I called to Janice
telling her how hot my head was becoming.
"That is to be expected," she replied. " This process
operates on the principle of increasing heat. The lotion we
applied softens the hair so it will assume the shape of the
curlers. The machine generates heat through the clamps
fastened over the curlers. The increasing heat causes the
lotion to steam out of the hair and hardens the hair into
the new shape on the curler. The machine will cut off in
a few more minutes so just be patient."
Janice rolled a cart in front of me that contained a TV
monitor and VCR. She started a tape and then brought a miniature
set of headphones and placed them in my ears. Janice left the
room as the tape began to play scenes of beautiful landscapes,
seashores and mountains. The sound to this tape was of some
strange New Age music that repeated itself periodically. As I
watched and listened a soothing, peaceful, and happy feeling came
over me. I did not seem to be any less excited, only less anxious
and fearful. Ms. Merrill returned to the room with Tara just as
the machine clicked off. Janice donned a pair of gloves and
removed the hot clamps from my head. Ms. Merrill snapped several
photos of this being done and said, "Now that your hair has been
curled, we must cool it before removing the curlers. If you will go
back to the styling chair Janice and Tara will start the cooling."
As I rose from the chair under the machine I almost fell. It
must have been the continuous excitement, the smell of the waving
lotion and the heat from the permanent wave machine that had made
me feel so weak. Ms. Merrill assisted me to the styling chair and
said, " I'm sure you will find the rest of your conversion will
not be so uncomfortable."
Janice and Tara each used a small blower to cool my hair,
and it certainly was a relief. They soon shut off the blowers and
started removing the rollers, clamps and pads. As they removed
each one a long golden ringlet would fall until soon my head was
a mass of golden curls. When the last roller had been removed,
Janice led me to the shampoo bowl and rinsed my hair. Ms. Merrill
snapped several more photos of these proceedings. After the rinse
I was returned to the styling chair, and with a towel around my
hair I placed a new roll of film in my camera. Janice combed some
liquid through my hair and started setting it on plastic rollers,
using clips to hold each roller in place. AS Ms. Merrill took
more pictures she said, "She is setting your hair in a certain pattern
so that we will be able to arrange it in a suitable style."
As soon as this was completed another beautician, who
apparently was the makeup artist, looked my face over carefully
and after comparing some color samples with my face told Janice
what color nail enamel to use. As she left the room Janice placed
me under the hair dryer and Ms. Merrill took photos of me under
the hair dryer. While my hair was drying Janice applied a soft
pink color to my nails and then a coat of clear sealer. As she
finished one hand and then the other I was amazed at how feminine
my hands now were. Having finished my nails, Janice brought me
another glass of wine and repositioned the video cart and
started the tape before again leaving the room.
As the dryer droned on my mind began going over everything
that had been done to me. Never could I remember having been so
excited and for such a long period. My testicles were actually
beginning to ache. Glancing from my hands to my reflection in the
mirror I wondered why I was enjoying what these women were doing
to me. As they increasingly changed my appearance the strange
feelings within me became more overwhelming. I drank the wine and
began to look at the tape again since I had enjoyed it so much
the first time.
Ms. Merrill and Janice returned just as the dryer turned
off. Ms. Merrill took several pictures and then said, "We will soon
be through and I just know you will be delighted with your new
appearance."
Janice placed a satin bonnet over my curls and led me to the
makeup room. In the center of the alcove devoted to makeup was a
large padded bench over which was suspended a large light
fixture. Near one end were several machines with various dials
and switches that I assumed were for giving facial treatments.
Elaine, the makeup artist, told me to lie down on this bench.
After arranging a cloth over my clothing, she placed a dark pad
over each eye.
"It is necessary to shield your eyes from the bright light I
will be using. I will be shaping eyebrows to begin with. You
will feel a pricking sensation, but just remain absolutely still until
I have finished," Elaine advised.
It seemed forever before she removed the pads from my eyes,
the pricking sensation she had mentioned felt more like being
repeatedly stuck with a needle. She produced a hypodermic syringe
and told me she was going to deaden my earlobes so the earrings
wouldn't bother me. She said people who had not worn earrings
before found them uncomfortable. She injected each ear and then
began applying makeup to my face, eyes and lips. As she attached
a gold loop to each ear I was glad she had deadened them. It felt
just like she had punched a hole in my earlobe. Ms. Merrill had
been taking photos while Elaine was working on me and she handed
me my camera so I could change the film again. Janice had me
remove the smock and replace it with the ruffled blouse I had
worn earlier. I was then brought back to the room where the
permanent wave had been given and seated in the styling chair.
Janice removed the satin bonnet and started taking the rollers
out. As she removed the rollers my hair stayed in the shape it
had been set in. Sitting in the chair wearing a feminine smock,
and with my set hair, I looked just like a woman,--- and I liked
looking like a woman! What was happening to me? My
appearance had been so drastically changed already and I was
actually wanting them to hurry so I could see myself when they
finished! Janice then began brushing and combing my hair. I could
see while she worked that she was arranging my curls in an updo.
Ms. Merrill had been taking pictures while Janice worked and as
Janice finished my hair style by applying hair spray Ms. Merrill said,
"With your fair skin I new it would be easy to complete this first
part in your conversion."
As I gazed at my reflection I saw a beautiful young lady! Piles
of artfully arranged golden curls, a beautiful face with long
dark eyelashes, sweepingly arched eyebrows, seductively pouting
pink lips, gold loop earrings dangling from pierced ears this was
me! ...I stared at what I had become until the mounting waves of
passion completely overcame me as I blissfully fainted.
" I believe that you have a new member for our little
family Ms. Merrill, he has fainted from excitement!"
exclaimed Janice.
"Yes, and the stain on the front of his slacks is the proof. It
seems our little photographer is to willingly become a slave to his
new found beauty. The proper pharmaceuticals in the wine and that
tape with the sublimnal messages are quite effective in creating the
desire to be a woman. Please revive him at once as I have many
more surprises for our new girl to be."
PERM-TWO
By: Sandy Sullivan
Part two of the adventures of a young man who receives a
permanent wave and finds himself being led into permanent changes
in his life.
Wow , the sharp smell of ammonia burned my nose as I awakened.
I must have fainted. As my eyes cleared I could see a spreading
stain on the front of my pants and I blushed with embarrassment
as I realized I had ejaculated while looking at myself in the
mirror. I raised my eyes to the mirror, yes it was true and not a
dream, my hair had been permed, set, dried and arranged
beautifully, my eyebrows were highly arched, my face had been
made up, and as I reached up to touch the dangling earrings, I
saw my false polished nails and confirmed that my ears were
pierced. My eyes met those of Janice in the mirror as she watched
me stare at myself. Embarrassed or not I could not stop looking
at my beautiful new self. I am beautiful --- and I love it, what
in the world has happened to me? I should not be thinking this
way--before today I had never had any desire to look like a girl.
But, I could feel my excitement growing again and moved my hands
to hide the beginning of another erection!
"Don't be embarrassed!, obviously you have just had a
wonderfully exciting experience. I think it is just terrific that you
could climax while looking at your new-found beauty. If you
think you have recovered enough why don't you come over here
and I will take some pictures of you now that we have finished
with the permanent wave you wanted. Just drape the jacket
over your arm and that will hide the spot in your pants," said Janice.
As I got up out of the styling chair, I realized I was still a
little shaky. Since I had never fainted before in my whole life
I didn't know this was normal. Janice took several pictures of me
in the styling room . Standing by the permanent wave machine, and
by the styling chair. Then we walked through the salon to the
reception area and she took several of me at the reception desk
and waving as I went through the door. I was a lot less shaky now
and was actually enjoying the posing . While we were walking
through the salon I noticed there were no more patrons and
realized how late it was. I had been so engrossed in my now
beautiful self I hadn't even thought about what I was going to
do. Maybe I will be able to sneak into my room tonight without
being seen. Tomorrow I can worry about how I can cope with the
world. Ms. Merrill said they could straighten my hair if I did
not like it, but what can I do about my arched eyebrows and
pierced ears. But wait, tomorrow will be soon enough, right now I
just want to enjoy how I look. Oh wow, did I really think that?
What am I doing? I should not be thinking like that! I started out
today just to get some pictures and somehow all this happened and
now I look like a beautiful young woman. Janice had said they
were finished with the permanent wave I had wanted. I didn't come
here wanting a permanent wave, but now I am thrilled because they
did it to me. I can't go back to my normal life looking like
this, but oh God I love how I feel and look.
"If you will come with me we will get you cleaned up for
dinner with Ms. Merrill as she wants to speak to you," Janice
smiled and said to me.
I followed Janice back to the same dressing room where all of
this had started, where she instructed me to again remove all of
my clothes. She assisted me in removing the body shaper and then
after putting on a pair of surgical gloves she opened a foil pack
and removed a moist towelette. She began wiping my penis and
scrotum and all of the places my ejaculate had touched.
" Please excuse the gloves, nothing personal you understand,
we must be careful however until we have had your blood
tested," said Janice.
She then placed the soiled towelette and her gloves in a special
container that she said was an incinerator. I was already embarrassed
enough from ejaculating in my pants and fainting. When she had me
remove all my clothes and started washing me like a baby. I was
really mortified. But obviously not embarrassed too much. While
she was washing me I couldn't bring myself to watch and instead
looked at my reflection in the mirror. Oh no, I am starting to get
another erection. What is she talking about, a blood test? I
understand her precautions against AIDS but why will I need a
blood test? After putting on another pair of gloves she opened
another pack and took out another towelette, with this one she
only wiped my penis and scrotum. As soon as she started I could
feel my penis and scrotal sack going numb. Seeing the anxious
look on my face Janice said, "Don't worry, the numbing effect is
only temporary. But you won't be as likely to soil yourself, or
more nice clothing while these Things are under control.
Besides, I will be able to make your clothing fit better with Them
out of the way.
"I noticed that even in the air conditioning you were
sweating while we were working on your conversion. Please step
into the bath and we will get you all cleaned up. You really
should be all fresh and sweet for new clothes "
After placing the second towelette in the incinerator she
removed her gloves and placed them in also. I stepped into the bath as
she instructed and she began rubbing a strongly perfumed lotion
all over my body from the neck down, covering everything but the
palms of my hands and the soles of my feet. Janice told me to
just stand there for a few minutes while she selected a new
outfit for me. I started to ask her what the lotion was for but
she had already left the bath. As I waited for her to return, I
found myself hoping I didn't, mess up my hair or makeup while
bathing. The lotion was beginning to burn and itch and when
Janice finally returned I told her how uncomfortable it was.
She began running water and testing the temperature and then
told me..." As soon as we rinse it off I am sure you will be
delighted with the results."
As she reached up to the shower head I then realized the
shower was a flexible hose like you see in motels for handicapped
people. She told me to look up and she began rinsing the lotion
off of my body. She accompanied the rinse by rubbing her other
hand all over my body. She was right, the numbing effect of the
towelette had my THINGS under control. She then took a large
towel, patted me dry and dusted me all over with a wonderful
smelling powder. She handed me another glass of that wonderful
wine and told me that might help my discomfort. Reaching
over to a pile of underclothing she had brought into the bath
she placed a pink corset around my waist as I watched in the
vanity mirror. It just seemed natural to automatically face the
mirror and check my hair and makeup as soon as possible. I
wonder why I did that? I can't remember ever doing that before.
As I gazed at my beautiful new appearance, Janice began pulling
the laces on the corset. When I protested at how tight she was
pulling them she told me...."Your waist is a little too large, you
know, and if you want to be beautiful you will have to be
prepared to suffer. Besides, you know by now that you really
do want to be as pretty as we can make you."
It was true for some unknown reason I wanted very badly
to be beautiful. And even though while they were working on me
in the salon everything they did to me was uncomfortable, even
painful I had been extremely excited by all that they did.
And OH!, the results were certainly worth all the suffering. As
Janice placed a lovely pink lace padded brassiere over my arms
and fastened it in the back. I realized I had never been so
happy. She reached inside the cups of the bra and pulled my flesh
up causing it to rest on the top of the pads. I was amazed at how
this made it look like I had breasts! Janice knelt down and began
squeezing my scrotum and I felt a sharp pain as she pushed my
testicles back up inside my body. Before I could get my breath
back she had secured them there with some tape.
"What are you doing! That really hurts," I cried.
"Ms. Merrill does not allow anyone with a male appearance
upstairs. Since she has been kind enough to invite you to
dine with us, I am helping make your appearance
acceptable. It is obvious that you enjoyed all the pain and
discomfort we put you through today. In fact I wouldn't be
surprised that before long you asked, maybe even begged
for more pain and suffering just so you could stay pretty
and feminine," Janice replied.
Janice took another piece of tape , and while looping it
around my penis told me to pull my butt cheeks apart. When I did
she pulled the ends of the tape back between my legs and pressed
them to my cheeks. Standing back up she handed me a mirror so I
could see what she had done. Oh my, everything seems to have
disappeared! Even the hair! I hadn't had much hair anyway just
some blonde fuzz right around my penis and some that was barely
visible on my legs. But now I was as bare as a cue ball.
"There isn't that much prettier now that we can't see those
ugly THINGS anymore. Of course if you need to urinate you
will have to remember to sit. Now turn around and sit on
the vanity stool and put on this pair of hose," Janice said.
I drank some more wine since it really had made me feel
better before. The pain from my testicles was subsiding somewhat,
but I still sat down very carefully. Surprise, it wasn't as
uncomfortable to sit on my penis as I had feared. Janice opened a
new pack of very sheer hose and reminded me how to put them on.
After I had fastened them properly to the corset tabs, she handed
me a pair of lacy pink panties to wear. Before I could pull them
all the way up she told me to wait as she unwrapped a sanitary
napkin.
"This is in case you have another accident." she smiled.
" I really don't like to clean up that nasty stuff."
Next came a pair of medium heel pink pumps. I sat on the
vanity to put them on. Standing up as she brought out a pink dress I
found I was not too wobbly. But even the low height of the heels
was enough to make me stand more erect which enhanced the
illusion of breasts. OOh, I thought as I glanced in the mirror,
I hope I don't faint again. Those feelings of excitement I had
felt before were fast replacing my embarrassment. She carefully
lowered the dress over my hair and zipped it up the back. After
adjusting the fit here and there, she placed a diamond pendant
on a gold chain around my neck, and a gold bracelet on my left
wrist.
"Now turn around and take a look, YOUNG LADY,"
Janice said.
There was a full length mirror on the opposite wall and I
had managed a few glances before, BUT NOW I WAS a vision of
a perfect young lady. The pushup bra, the tightly laced corset, the
fitted dress top and flaring skirt created an unbelievable image of
femininity. Janice, holding me by the shoulders quickly turned me
away from the mirror.
"Oh no young lady, we don't have time for another clean up.
We must hurry. It is almost time for dinner," said Janice.
She must have seen me starting to tremble. Looking at myself in
the mirror had brought a rush of intense excitement again!
Janice held me by the hand and led me out of the bath.
I was having some difficulty walking in the heels until Janice
instructed me in how to place my feet so that my toes and heels
touched the floor at the same time. After a few steps like this
it seemed to come natural and was much easier to walk. We went
down a hall to an elevator where Janice pressed the button for
the third floor. We exited the elevator into another hall,
however this one was decorated very elegantly. Janice stopped
at a set of beautiful wooden doors and held one open for me to
enter. In the center of this very large room was a huge oval
table around which were seated many very lovely women. Janice led
me to the near end and had me stand behind the empty chair.
Janice seated herself in the chair to my right but indicated for
me to remain standing. Ms. Merrill was seated at the head of the
table and said --
"Ladies, this is James Sanders."
The meal had already begun, but everyone had focused their
attention on me when we entered the room. I wondered how she
knew my name ? I don't recall telling anyone my name. Ms. Merrill
began introducing me to the women around the table.
"James, she said looking to her right "This is the
Honorable Clarice Newman, United States Senator." Turning to her
left she introduced " ,and this is the Honorable Marsha Powers,
U.S. Representative; the second person on my right is Her Honor
Alicia Dumont, Judge of the state superior court." The second
person on my left is Adriana Covington, Doctor of Medicine; the
third person on my right is Erica Powell, Doctor of
Pyschiatry;......"
And so it went from side to side of the table, at first I
wondered why Ms. Merrill did not just go around the table but
then I realized that those who seemed to be of greater importance
were seated closest to her. I was impressed, here I am seated at
a private dinner with some of the most important and powerful
women in the country. Ms. Merrill must think that there is
something about me that is worthy of such an honor. I was
extremely pleased to be here, especially since everyone was so
pleasant and seemed happy that I had joined them for the meal.
When Ms. Merrill had concluded the introductions she asked
everyone to continue eating and enjoy their evening. I was served
a salad by a maid in a classic maids outfit, black dress, white
apron, and cap. I noticed there were several more maids standing
around the room near the walls all of whom were watching very
closely the persons in front of them. From time to time they
would remove a plate, or fill a glass without anyone saying or
doing anything, obviously they were well trained. Janice advised
me to not eat too much after the salad since I would become very
uncomfortable while wearing the corset. During the meal many
conversations were going on around the table and everyone seemed
to be enjoying themselves and the company of the others. When
everyone had finished eating Ms. Merrill asked for everyone's
attention and said.------
"James came to us this afternoon wanting pictures of a
machine permanent wave. Since no one else was available he
decided to have us give him the wave. I must say the results are
excellent, don't you agree ladies? " After much agreeable comment
such as lovely, adorable, etc. I was sure my face must be beet
red from blushing. Even though I was blushing I loved every word.
How strange, that I should enjoy being described in those terms.
However Ms. Merrill did not allow the comments to continue very
long and soon resumed.-----
"The hour is growing late and I am sure James is tired
from all he has experienced today so I am going to excuse him at
this time. James, since it is so late and it really would not be
safe for you to walk home at this late hour. A room has been
prepared for you. I would be pleased if you would be our guest
tonight and then you and I can talk about your future in the
morning."
Janice escorted me to the hall where she introduced me to a
small brunette wearing a maids uniform like those in the dining hall
except hers was pink.
"James, this is Felicia. She has been assigned to take care
of you while you staying with us. She will provide for all
of your needs. I will see you again in the morning." With
those words Janice returned to the dining room.
Felicia led the way to the elevator and took us to the
second floor. The first thing I noticed was that the hall on the second
floor was not decorated at all like the third floor, in fact it
was very plain almost like a hospital. Felicia turned right as we
got off the elevator and went to the last door on the right side.
The interior of the room was much more pleasant, although there
was no carpet on the floor. The floors were very shiny vinyl and
there was a dresser, a full length mirror and a single bed.
As she started unzipping my dress Felicia said, "I must help you
prepare for bed. I will help you remove your clothing and your
makeup."
I noticed Felicia had not said anything on the way here and
that she had a very strong accent when she did speak. While she was
helping me get undressed I asked her about where she was from and
how she came to be a maid. Her story was very interesting she
told me in how she came from the mountains in Central America
with her family to this country and how she got separated from
her family at the border. She said she was very fortunate to get
across and came here with a group of men who went to work as
gardeners for the landscape firm that worked the grounds of this
establishment. She said one day Ms. Merrill noticed her working
in the yard and brought her in and talked a long time to her and
that is how she came to work as a maid.
I told her I thought it strange that such a small pretty girl was
working as a gardener instead of domestic work. She had just
finished removing my corset when she totally shocked me by saying
that she was a boy when she worked in the garden. I was stunned
by that and had to think for a few minutes, during that time she
removed all of my makeup and rubbed a very soothing cream into
my face and neck. She was so gentle I nearly dozed off. Felicia
began to tell me how kind and generous Ms. Merrill had been to
her by taking her in and getting citizenship papers for her. She
said how hard her life had been living with the gardeners since
the work was very hard and the men were always harassing her
because she was small. She then had me stand naked in the bath
room while she rubbed a very nice smelling cream all over my
body. When she went to the closet to obtain clothing for me I
finally recovered somewhat from her bombshell of having been a
boy and began to ask questions.
"Do you mean you are dressing like a girl so you can work
as a maid?"
"No--" Felicia replied. "Ms. Merrill made me a girl so I
could work for her as a maid."
"You mean you are a girl now? I asked in surprise---
"Yes,-- I am a real girl now, Ms. Merrill make me into real
girl, she is so good to me, she has made me very happy."
"I don't think I understand, Ms. Merrill forced you to
become a girl? You mean you have been operated on?" I asked.
"Yes, I have had the operations, and no I was not forced, in
truth I beg her to make me a pretty girl. But now you must
put these things on to sleep, and no more questions.
"Ms. Merrill will talk to you tomorrow and tell you every
thing," she replied as she wrapped a corset around my waist.
"Oh no, not another corset! How am I supposed to sleep in
that!" I exclaimed.
"You must wear the corset at all times to have the little
waist. But don't worry this one is not nearly so tight. Now
put on this gown, you must sleep soon to be ready for your
big day tomorrow," Felicia said.
She was right the corset was not too uncomfortable, and the
lovely night gown was long and felt very good against my hairless
body. Felicia tucked me in and kissed me on the cheek. How sweet
I thought, but before I could thank her she smiled and said---
"You are so beautiful, I think maybe you beg too very soon."
With that she turned off the light, closed the door and left the
room. A television screen in the wall that I had not noticed
before came on and began playing the very same program I had seen
in the beauty salon. I thought how am I supposed to sleep with
the television going? But I soon heard that lovely music again
and found myself becoming very drowsy. I must have had too much
of that great wine at dinner.----------------------------------
What did she mean beg,----oh yes now I remember,
Felicia said she had begged Ms. Merrill to have her operated on.
Me beg to be operated on,--- how silly. I do love the way I look now,
and it was so exciting getting the permanent, but asking to be
castrated ---no way!------ You know as a photo journalist I work
alone ..... maybe I could keep wearing my hair like this. Gosh if
I wore makeup too, then it would look natural to wear some of
these nice clothes, hmmm my clients would probably never know if
I didn't tell them. I might have to do that anyway since they
arched my eyebrows and pierced my ears. At least until the
eyebrows grow back in, if I don't wear earrings the holes should
close up pretty soon. I'll just have to find somewhere to stay
until then, where nobody knows me.
"Wake up sleeping beauty. It is time to get ready to see
Ms. Merrill. You don't want to be late for your big day."
Felicia was shaking me, as I tried to crawl up out of the deep
sleep I had been in. She had brought a breakfast tray with her
and the coffee smell was wonderful. While I sat drinking the
coffee Felicia was puttering around in the bath and clothes
closet. I was just enjoying the coffee and thinking how nice it
felt to sit here in this lovely night gown when I remembered
everything that had happened yesterday. I stood and walked over
to the mirror to make sure I was not just dreaming. It was real,
my eyebrows are arched and the loop earrings are in my pierced
ears. Except for the satin sleep bonnet and no makeup I looked
just like I had yesterday. It is not a dream, and I could tell
the lotion Janice had rubbed on my penis was no longer effective.
I was getting another erection looking at myself, this is so
strange, but oh how good it feels. Felicia came back in the room
and said, "You must hurry and eat, we must start getting you ready."
"I'm not hungry now I'll just drink the coffee." I said
turning toward her.
"Oh, you like yourself when you are pretty." she said.
I blushed as I realized she had seen my erection pushing against
the nightgown. Felicia led me into the bath and removed the satin
bonnet replacing it with a bouffant shower cap. After she had
removed the corset I stood in the shower while she bathed me.
(I could get to like this personal maid business.) Felicia dried
and powdered me all over and removed the shower cap. When I
stepped back into the room the operator who had done the makeup
yesterday was waiting. I hastily pulled my robe together as she
told me to be seated at the vanity. She immediately went to work
applying the various cosmetics. She carefully explained each item
and how to apply them Just as she was finishing Janice entered
the room and began refreshing my hairstyle. Soon only Felicia
remained and she quickly laced me into a lovely pale lavender
corset with pushup padding in the bra cups. Next she produced a
latex item similar to a condom but constructed of much stronger
and thicker material. Since I was already erect from watching
Janice fix my hair, she had no trouble slipping it on and rolling
it down. With a quick motion she shoved this sleeve further on,
allowing the head of my penis to pop out of the open end. Molded
into this sleeve was a long strip of sturdy latex hanging down.
Felicia produced a cold wet rag and applied it to the head of my
penis causing a rather quick droop. She quickly brought the end
of the latex strap back between my legs and fastened it to the
back of my corset. Since she had already replaced the tape
holding my testicles inside me, I once again had a very feminine
appearing groin. She explained that this device was much more
secure than the tape and would be more comfortable. Of course I
would have to sit to urinate. After putting on very sheer
lavender hose, she gave me a beautiful pair of very lacy nylon
panties. Again I was given a sanitary napkin to place in my
panties. The wrapper on this one said Overnighter with Wings and
was very thick. Felicia showed me how to fold the flaps around
the crotch of the panties. This pad completely covered me from
above the base of my penis to the top of my crack in the rear.
Inside the tight panties they were slightly uncomfortable, but
some how made me feel very secure and feminine. The dress Felicia
had picked was a scoop necked sundress, very light and was a pale
lavender and white flower print. Soon Felicia had the dress
fastened and adjusted to her satisfaction and led me to the
elevator. Again I was impressed by the richness of the decor on
the third floor. Felicia knocked on a door and after receiving
permission opened the door and closed it behind me. I was
standing in a very large room that was furnished as an office.
Ms. Merrill was seated behind a huge desk and asked me to please
be seated, motioning to a straight back chair right in front of
her desk.
"Well James, it was obvious yesterday that you liked the
permanent wave. I think you also like everything that has
happened to you since you came to us yesterday. Now we must
discuss where you go from here. Am I right in thinking you
are a little afraid to return to your place of residence?"
"Yes Ma'am, I do love the way I look and have been very
excited by everything that you have had done to me. But I
am not sure I can think of any explanation for my new
appearance. I am sure my landlady would not understand,"
I replied.
MS. Merrill paused for a moment, as if in deep thought,
and then said---
"We may be able to help you James, you see while you
were in the salon yesterday one of my employees went to your
apartment yesterday."
I started to express my surprise and anger, but Ms. Merrill
held her hand up and said---
"Please hear me out James. I knew that you would be hesitant
to go home looking like you do now, so I sent one of my
employees to your apartment to help you. She told your
landlady she was a friend of yours and that you had asked
her to go there and pickup some things for you. You had
been called out of town for a job interview and would be
gone for a few days. She was going to meet you at the
airport with your clothes. So you see you don't have to
worry about anyone missing you for a while. However I had
also instructed my employee to look around so we might
learn more about you. I must say I was not too surprised
when she reported that you had numerous books and magazines
about lesbians in your apartment. I already had some
suspicions that you were deeply interested in women, if not
in a totally normal way. I didn't believe any totally
normal male would ever get up enough courage to attempt a
project such as you came to us with. I knew that you had to
have at least some type of identification with women
to not be afraid or embarrassed to come to a real beauty
salon. James I believe it is your fantasy and desire to be
a lesbian."
My emotions quickly changed from surprise and anger
that she would have invaded my apartment, to deep embarrassment.
She had learned my deepest secret! When I was eleven or twelve
we had moved to a new city and our next door neighbors daughter
had totally captivated me. Shirley was fourteen, with long curly
brunette hair, and absolutely the most beautiful girl I had ever
seen. It wasn't long before she had taught me how to orally
satisfy her desires. She had been very skillful and had excited
me so much that I always ejaculated while satisfying her. When I
realized later how she had trained me at such an early age, it
was too late and my total sexual desire was to worship at the
fountain of woman. Later while at college I had been shared by
two lesbian seniors who used me to do menial tasks for them
Always controlling me by the reward of allowing me to perform
oral sex with them. When they had graduated, the fear of AIDS
had, prevented me from seeking another relationship of any kind.
Seeing my embarrassment and the beginning of tears Ms.
Merrill quickly said---
"James there is no need for embarrassment! You are among
friends. Everyone in this building appreciates and has a
great respect for everything feminine. We all understand
your orientation and desires. You see all of us are totally
committed to the female ideal and life-style. All of our
business interests are totally supportive of making people
beautiful, independent of the opinions of others, and in
control of their own destiny. James I believe that you also
might like to join our organization. Here you will be free
to express your delight in femininity. We have learned of
your degree and especially of your minor in computer
science. We have a need in our organization for someone to
manage a new computer project. Perhaps you could be just
the person we are looking for."
Ms. Merrill had all of my attention now, I had never met
anyone who could understand my feelings before. But now my mind
was full of questions. I began to ask, and then found myself
rushing to get the words out.
"I am not sure I understand everything you have said, but if
what you mean is that I could work for you and would not
have to have all of the beautiful things you have done to
me undone, -------well I would at least like to examine the
possibilities."
"I can make arrangements for you to stay with us here for a
few days. During that time we will give you some tests to
be sure that you would fit in. I will meet with you some
more and explain all of the details to you, and answer any
question you might have. However since you are going to
stay with us, I will have to ask you to let Dr. Covington
give you a physical examination. Living with us in the same
building, makes it necessary to be sure that you are not
carrying some dangerous virus or disease. I am sure you
understand our precautions." Ms. Merrill informed me
" Yes Ma'am, thank you for being so understanding." I said.
"Very good. Felicia will escort you to Dr. Covington, and
will attend you during your stay with us. Please follow all
of her instructions and everything will go well."
With that Ms. Merrill pressed a button and Felicia entered
to take me to the Doctor.
Permed03.TXT
The changes continue, but how far will he go to keep his new
hairstyle? Ms. Merrill puts him to the test.
BY: Sandy Sullivan
Felicia and I went back to the elevator and returned to the
second floor. She led me to the opposite end of the hall and
opened a door for me. As I entered a nurse stood up from behind
a desk and said----
"Ah, you must be James. You really are as pretty as I had
heard. Please follow me James."
I turned to look but Felicia was already closing the door on her
way out. I had hoped she would be staying with me because I was a
little frightened and wanted to cling to someone familiar.
"I am Miriam and I will be with you throughout your
examination. Please remove all your clothing as this will
be a very complete examination," the nurse said handing me
a paper gown.
I did as she said and the followed her to the bath. The nurse
removed the tape holding my testicles inside me and then told me
to bend over and put my hands on top of the commode. She reached
up and took a hose from the wall and before I could protest,
inserted it in my rectum.
"Why are you giving me an enema?' I asked.
"Because you are going to have a rectal exam, surely you
don't expect the Doctor to examine you without you having
been cleaned out do you? Now take a deep breath and relax
your stomach muscles. We have a lot more water to get in
you yet," she replied.
Bent over like I was the only thing I was seeing was the commode.
I looked back under myself and almost laughed at how strange my
penis looked in that latex sleeve. I began to notice my stomach
growing larger. Every time I took a deep breath and relaxed my
stomach muscles as Miriam directed, my stomach would distend
more. Finally Miriam told me I could straighten up. It was time
because I did not know how much more pressure I could stand. My
stomach was so cramped I was almost unable to stand. When I
turned around I saw myself in the mirror and was shocked at my
appearance. With my stomach distended so much under the paper
gown, I looked just like a pregnant woman. Miriam told me to
squat and pulled the nozzle out. What a relief it was when my
bowels released. In a few minutes everything had been evacuated
and Miriam washed my rear while I bent over and held my ankles.
I was beginning to realize that this was going to be a very
humiliating day. Miriam brought me back into the examination room
and began to draw blood samples. Thankfully she did this while I
sat in the chair, since I was very weak from the enema. She told
me to remain seated while she went to the lab. Taking the four
vials of blood and the urine and stool samples she had obtained
earlier she left me alone in the room to fill out the
questionnaires she had given me..
What have I gotten myself into? I should have left yesterday
as soon as they finished the permanent wave. I should have taken
my chances of being seen by my landlady. But somehow I seemed to
have been confused and was really enjoying the way they had made
me look. But in the last few minutes this morning I think I am
realizing I am in over my head. I don't understand what is
happening to me. Why am I so readily accepting everything they
want to do. I should refuse and just leave. But when Ms. Merrill
had talked to me it seemed that everything she said was right and
I wanted to do just as she said. Miriam returned and took my
blood pressure, pulse rate, weighed me and checked my height,
then took my measurements. I had decided to go through with this
physical exam but as soon as it was over I was going to go tell
Ms. Merrill I was leaving. I somehow have to get my life back to
normal. I love my permed hair and the makeup but everything else
that is going on around here is really frightening me. As I was
making these plans, Miriam and Dr. Covington entered the room
and the Dr. immediately began her exam. Dr. Covington had me
stand up and listened to my heart and chest. Without saying any
thing to me she pulled the latex sleeve off of my penis and
manipulated my penis and balls giving them a very close look.
Dropping the paper gown back in place she picked up the chart
Miriam had brought back with her, read for a few minutes and
then for the first time looked me in the eyes and said-----
"Please lay face down on the table, I need to check your
prostrate gland. Your blood tests suggest there may be
some congestion."
I had noticed that this was a very strange looking table but
then I had not been in a doctors office in several years. There
was a place for my face to fit that left my nose and mouth clear
Miriam took my hands and placed them on handles near my head and
then quickly moved to the other end of the table. She made some
adjustments to the table which lowered my legs to a position
similar to that of kneeling down. I felt some sort of lubricant
being applied to my rectum and then Dr. Covington inserted her
finger. As she began to move her finger around it did not feel
bad at all but all of a sudden a very bad pain hit me and I
screamed. Dr. Covington removed her finger while I tried to catch
my breath. She said---
"Just as I suspected your prostrate is very large and
congested. This is a very dangerous condition, I am
surprised that you have not had trouble urinating. But
I am sure we have caught it in time and can clear up
this trouble in just a few days."
Miriam had returned the table to its original position and
helped me to stand up while Dr. Covington was talking to me.
Dr. Covington looked at me and said----
"Your tests show that you are free from any communicable
diseases, however you are slightly anemic and are somewhat
deficient in several other vitamins. The congested prostrate is a
serious condition and I suggest you begin treatment immediately.
You should go to your personal physician right away. I would be
happy to treat you if you want. If you would like for me to treat
you just sign the authorization form Miriam has and we can start
immediately."
What in the world is a congested prostrate, I wondered. But
since I didn't have a personal physician in this town I signed the form
Miriam was holding out to me. Anything that hurts that bad must
be serious.
"Very good," smiled Dr. Covington, please take him to
treatment room one and begin these treatments." Dr. Covington
handed Miriam a list of instructions and left the room. Miriam
showed me into another room through a connecting door. She led
me to a chair situated in the middle of the room and helped me get
situated in it properly. At first I thought it resembled a dentists chair
without padding. It was made completely of stainless steel. As soon
as I had sat down Miriam fastened a strap around each of my wrists
with my hands facing upward. I gave her a questioning look and she
explained that she was going to hook up an intravenous system and
she didn't want me moving my arm and tearing the needle out. Next
she fastened a strap around my waist binding me to the chair back.
She quickly moved to my ankles and placed a strap around each of
them. Now I was completely helpless, why did I let her do that! I was
still a little dazed from the pain, but I had just decided to leave here
as soon as the exam was over. Why am I so compliant? I can't seem
to do anything but what these women tell me. Miriam had now
rolled over a stand with a plastic bag hanging from it. She
inserted a needle connected to the tubing into the vein on my
left arm and taped it in place. She started the drip and then
went to a cabinet and filled several syringes from different
bottles. She injected one in my right hip and another in my left
hip. Not that I could do anything about it now, having let her
completely immobilize me without a protest, but I still asked
her--
"What are all these drugs you are giving me?
Miriam smiled and replied,"The injection in your right hip
is a type of estrogen in a time release form that will last for two weeks.
Estrogen, is the principal female hormone. The injection I put in
your left hip is a highly efficient form of progesterone, another female
hormone that assists in the formation of secondary sexual characteristics.
Both of these working together will help to shrink your prostrate.
The drip in your arm is a mixture of glucose, vitamins, a
testosterone blocker, and a few other things to make you
feel good while your prostrate is being decongested." As she said the
last part she took another syringe and injected it into a place in the
drip tube. Almost immediately I began to feel a warm glow spreading
throughout my body. Boy she was right about the feeling good. I
watched in a very happy mood while she spread the legs of the chair
apart and then as she pushed some buttons I begin to feel something
pushing slowly between my butt cheeks. Miriam stepped to the right
side of the chair and taking hold of my butt pulled up and out.
How strange I thought, but when she repeated the maneuver on the left
side I realized what she had done! She had opened a path for whatever
thing that was to slide right in me. She pushed another button and I felt it
slide in a long ways before stopping. That thing must be as big
as a milk bottle I feel completely filled up. All at once I noticed a slight
vibration from that thing she had pushed up my butt. Miriam took
some scissors and cut the gown off of me exposing me completely. It
certainly wasn't because of any conscious desire on my part but my
penis had come fully erect and was throbbing from the vibrations. I
still felt like I had been impaled on something huge, but boy was it
starting to feel good.
Miriam went to the drawer in the cabinet and returned with a
long cylindrical object which she slipped over my penis. She hooked a
tube from it to a glass jug near the foot of the chair and when
she pushed a button the sleeve tightened up gently around my
penis. Reaching back between my legs she pulled out a wire with
an insulated clamp on it and clamped it to my scrotum. I was
fascinated by everything she was doing and although I was curious
as to why she was doing all of this it just seemed like too much
trouble to ask. It must all be good for me because I have never
felt this good before. This is even better than that wonderful
wine they have been giving me. Miriam moved behind the chair and
brought a strap around my bare chest. Hooked to the strap were
two cups of some ridged material but the edges that she fit over
my chest were soft. Centering each cup over my nipples she then
tightened the strap. These cups were very large, reminding me of
very large breasts. Miriam then lowered the leg parts of the
chair bending my legs at the knees. She raised the back of a
chair until I was in an upright position.
"Now we are going to begin decongesting your prostrate. I'm
sure you will soon find this treatment very pleasurable.
While that treatment is going on the I.V. will replenish
the body fluids you will be losing. At the same time the
cups on your chest will began stimulating and loosening the
skin to allow for more rapid breast growth. One of the
drugs in the I.V. will stop testosterone production in your
body which of course will mean you will not be producing
any more semen. Since we are draining your present supply
this will make the female hormones I have injected you
with become effective faster with more positive results."
While Miriam was talking she had moved a large mirror
in place so that I could see exactly what was happening to me. She
hooked a headphone similar to those on a walkman from behind
my head and then pushed several buttons and left the room. Boy
am I in it now, I don't know just what effect all of this is going to
have on me, but she did say she had injected me with female hormones
and that one of the drugs was going to stop my male hormones.
Those cups on my chest are to allow my breasts to grow! I don't
have any breasts. How could I let this happen? I don't seem to
have any willpower. The vibrations from that thing up my butt are
starting to really feel good and now that thing she put over my
penis has started pulsing and sucking on me. I'm not going to be
able to stand much of this. Oh no, now those cups on my chest are
starting to suck in rhythm, I noticed that the edges of the cups
were not only soft but seemed to be slick also. When the sucking
action on the cups started I could see the skin outside the cups
slipping into the cups a little. Oh that feels so good. My
excitement and passion was mounting very fast. I looked at my
reflection in the mirror to take my mind off of the sensations I
was receiving. Looking in the mirror was of no help, as I saw my
beautifully permed hair, flawless makeup, and my sweepingly
arched eyebrows I suddenly lost all control and erupted in a
tremendous wave of passion.
Just as I was beginning to recover somewhat I started to
feel all of the sensations again. Oh that had been so good but
this is too soon! I want to come again but not yet! Then I
noticed that music I had heard before with the videos was playing
in the earphones. Ooooh all this sucking and vibrating is getting
too good again as I stared in the mirror I fainted dead away
joyfully erupting once more.
Unknown to me Ms. Merrill, Dr. Covington, and Dr.
Powell were in another room observing everything that was
happening to me. In fact Dr. Powell was controlling all of the
devices from in that room.
"That one took a little longer, I will add the in and out
stroking motion to the anal penetrator this time. I will
keep watching until he can't ejaculate from the stimulation
any more, then I will program the electro-ejaculator to
hit him every ten minutes that should thoroughly drain him
in just a few hours. Miriam will monitor the heart rate and
blood pressure sensors in the wrist cuffs in case he gets
too weak before the semen flow stops." Dr. Covington said.
"Just remember to keep the tapes playing where he can hear
them continuously. He needs to hear them twenty four hours
a day if possible," Dr. Powell said.
"Very good ladies, you seem to have our subject well
underway . How soon do you think he will be begging for
the privilege of joining our sisterhood?" Ms. Merrill
inquired.
"This is Saturday, so I see no reason why he would not be
ready to meet with you by Thursday." replied Dr. Covington.
"Erica do you agree with that time frame?" asked Ms.
Merrill.
"Yes I believe that is a reasonable assumption. Even though
the other two who are in treatment now started two days
earlier there should be no problem. Unlike the other two
this subject is very compliant. Apparently there was a
latent but unrecognized desire in this subject" Dr. Powell
commented.
"Excellent then we shall have three candidates ready for
the initiation ceremony next Friday. You know this one is
coming along so fast I'm not sure there is the same feeling
of satisfaction," stated Ms. Merrill.
"I think I agree with you, it is much more satisfying to
watch the futile resistance of the unwilling subjects,"
Dr. Covington mused.
"Yes, I think that is true. With our advanced techniques
though, even the unwilling ones really don't have a
chance. Oh they may struggle and suffer emotionally for a
while, but the outcome is inevitable. They eventually
have only one desire left, to become a woman at any cost,"
replied Dr. Covington.
"I wonder if we have made the methods too enjoyable, it is
not at all like what I went through. Could it be that by
chemically and psychologically removing their natural
resistance, we have also lessened their level of emotional
gratification in the initiation ceremony. I know for me
that moment of absolute submission was and is still is the
most memorable moment of my life," said Dr. Covington
"That would extremely difficult to determine. However I
believe that is still true for those of us who came after
you. I know it is for me, and I shall always be eternally
grateful to you, Mistress Merrill, for making it all
possible for me," replied Dr.Powell.
Tuesday Morning.
I slowly awoke from a deep place. It took a moment or two
to realize I was back in my room at The Sisters building. How did
I get here, what time is it? I looked down and saw I was clothed
in a nylon night gown. I don't remember getting ready for bed.
I went to the Doctor's office for an examination and the nurse
oh yeah, Miriam, that's her name gave me an enema, and
....Dr. Covington told me something was wrong and would require
treatment. But what happened after that?. Why is my mind a blank?
I rolled my head towards the bathroom and saw Felicia sitting by
the bed.
"How did I get in bed, and how long have I been sleeping?
I asked.
"You have been sleeping since two yesterday afternoon, and
Miriam and myself bathed you and prepared you for bed. I
have brought you some coffee if you think you feel like
drinking it," Felicia said.
Felicia came to the side of the bed and pushed a button which
raised the head of the bed, I hadn't noticed before but the bed
was actually a hospital bed. She removed the headphones and
handed me the styrofoam cup carefully but stayed near to make
sure I could handle it. I realized that she was concerned that
I might spill it and understood why when I started to drink.
The cup felt sort of heavy and my hands had a slight tremble.
While I drank the coffee I searched my memory but could not bring
back much more. Suddenly I remembered Miriam had put an I.V. in
my left arm. I handed the cup to Felicia and raised the sleeve of
the gown. I was shocked to see the needle and part of the tubing
was still taped to my arm. I looked at Felicia and asked----
"Am I going to need more treatment? The needle is still in
my vein.
"Oh yes you will have to have the treatment for several more
days. But first we have to get you up and dressed. This
morning you have an appointment in the salon for a shampoo
and set. Swing your legs over the side of the bed and I'll
help you, since you will probably feel a little weak."
Felicia was right. I did feel weak, I held on to her for a moment
and when she was sure I could stand she removed my gown. Of
course I was wearing a corset but did not have any panties on.
Felicia reached behind me and unhooked a tube from a bag on the
bed. That tube was coming out the end of my penis! Felicia had to
steady me when I saw that, it must have been at least a quarter
inch in diameter! Felicia must have noticed that I was shocked
and said----
"Don't worry about that, the nurse put a catheter in so you
would not pee all over yourself while you slept. Sometimes the
treatment causes you to lose control of your bladder. But that
problem will get better when you have finished this treatment
they are giving you now. But you know women never have as much
control as men. Sometimes now when I laugh I pee my panties"
But it is so big, I wonder why it doesn't hurt? Felicia taped a
bag to my thigh and connected the tube to it. This is so humiliating.
I can't control myself and I have to wear a bag of pee around.
Why did I let them do this to me? I should have never
let them perm my hair. I just seem to get in deeper and deeper. I
have got to get out of here. Just as soon as I get to the salon I
am going to insist that they straighten my hair so I can leave.
If there really is something wrong with me I can find a doctor
somewhere else to cure me I know I was desperate to get the
pictures so I would not get in trouble. What a mistake to let
them talk me into having the perm myself. Without even asking
they arched my eyebrows and even pierced my ears. I do love how I
look now, but I must resist, there is no telling where this will
all end if I let them continue. Look what has happened in just
one day! I am so weak I can hardly stand up and this huge tube is
hanging out my pee hole. When Ms. Merrill talked to me it seemed
like she was being so nice to let me stay and enjoy my new looks.
But things are going too fast. I can't even remember what they
have done to me. While all these thoughts were going through my
mind, Felicia had brought a plain print house dress and helped me
step into it. After zipping it up the back she helped me put on a
pair of hose and some low heeled pumps. Then I went into the bath
to brush my teeth. Felicia's support was necessary for me to
walk. What in the world had they done to make me so weak. When I
saw myself in the mirror I almost cried. All my makeup had been
removed and my hair was a tousled mess. No wonder they were
sending me to the salon. Felicia returned to the door of the bath
with a wheelchair. I felt ugly and ridiculous but knew I wasn't
going far without the wheelchair. Felicia put the earphones back
in my ears and we started off. I wonder why I like to hear that
music so much, I seem to feel so much calmer when I hear it. When
she wheeled me past the elevator I wondered what was going on.
Just then Miriam stepped into the hall.
"Well, I was just coming to look for you. We need to get you
hooked back up," she said.
Miriam hung a bag of liquid into place on an I.V. stand on the
back of the wheelchair. She bled the air out and started the
liquid flowing into my vein.
"Wait a minute! I said. "I have decided to have my hair
straightened and leave this place. I don't want you giving
me any more drugs."
While I was protesting, Miriam reached in her uniform pocket
for a syringe and injected the contents into the I.V. drip.
"I am only doing my job dear. You really need these fluids
so you won't be so weak. You go on to the salon and get
fixed up any way you want. I'm sure Ms. Merrill will do
anything you ask. She is only trying to make you happy you
know," Miriam replied.
Wow, there is that warm glow again. I'm feeling much better
already. Felicia turned the chair around and started for the
elevator. She must have turned the volume up on the music. I can
hear it much plainer now. As we went down on the elevator I began
feeling sorry that I had snapped at Miriam. I mean she really has
been nice to me. If I see her again before I leave I will
apologize. Felicia rolled me into the room where I had been
given the permanent wave. Janice was waiting by the shampoo
bowl.
"How nice to see you again. Janice said. Let's get you
situated in the shampoo chair and I can start making you
beautiful again, "Janice said.
While Janice helped me into the shampoo chair, Felicia unhooked
the I.V. stand from the wheelchair and rolled it out of Janice's
way. Gosh, I thought I am starting to feel real good as Janice
started washing my hair.
"Janice I am thinking about having you straighten my hair,"
I said.
"Oh dear, are you sure? You are so beautiful with your hair
permed. I thought you liked my work."
"Well I did , I mean I do, I mean I'm not sure, I had
just thought I would leave today I mean everything is
happening too fast," I said.
"You know it is kind of dangerous to straighten hair that
has just been permed. That could cause it to all break off
next to the scalp leaving you bald."
"Bald? can that really happen? I asked.
"Yes, it certainly can. I tell you what I can set your hair
on large rollers and when it is dry you can pull it back in
a ponytail. A lot of young people are wearing ponytails
now," she replied.
I sure don't want all my hair to fall out and I really did look
great with my hair done. Maybe it is not such a good idea to have
it straightened. I guess I should let Janice go ahead and set it
like she said. I really would like to see it all done again.
While I had been thinking over what Janice had said she had moved
me and the I.V. stand to her styling chair. I could see myself
in the mirror as she rolled my hair. Isn't it strange but I like
seeing my hair when it is all rolled up.
TO BE CONTINUED
Permed04.TXT
BY: Sandy Sullivan
Ms. Merrill has started James on the path to womanhood even
though he doesn't yet realize what her final goal is. Can he
resist, or is her system so advanced he must submit.
Janice finished rolling my hair, and since I was feeling
much stronger now I was able to walk over to the hair dryer with
out help. Well almost without help, Janice had to roll the I. V.
stand for me. Janice soon had the dryer hood in position and
turned on. As the drone of the dryer fan began I felt Janice
slipping the earphones in my ears. She rolled the VCR and tv in
front of me again and those lovely scenes began playing again.
This video is such a pleasure to watch and I just love this
music. As I watched the lovely scenes before me I started
thinking how I had liked watching Janice roll my hair. You know
she is so nice. I'm afraid I might have hurt her feelings when I
said I wanted my hair straightened. When she comes back I will
tell her I am sorry, and that I really do love her work. After
watching the video and hearing this music, I was really feeling
much better about everything these nice women have done to me. I
don't know why I even thought of having my hair straightened, I
really do love having my hair permed, and set. I can't ever
remember having been so happy in my whole life. I never thought
about it before but women can have their hair and nails done all
the time and no one is upset about it. Even though I guess I have
always loved women, I never thought about envying them. I always
talked to all the girls I knew about their pretty clothes and
hair and all that goes with being female. I wonder why I never
thought about being able to do all that myself. I remember now
that Felicia said that she used to be a boy, and that Ms. Merrill
had made her into a girl. I wonder if she enjoys having her hair
done and wearing pretty clothes now that she can do it all the
time.. I'll have to remember to ask her. I don't know why I am
having to strain so hard to remember. All I want to do is think
about my pretty hair, and makeup. Suddenly Janice turned the tv
off surprising me. I was so lost in my thinking I didn't notice
her return. She removed the earphones and raised the dryer hood
so I could stand up. I wondered as I walked to the styling chair
if I should ask her to fix my hair nice again. She might be upset
with me.
"You are so beautiful with your face made up, wouldn't you
like me to see if there is an opening in the makeup room
for you? asked Janice.
"Yes, I really was pretty with the make up, I think I would
like that very much. I replied.
How nice of Janice to think of that. I was just thinking
that I should go ahead with Ms. Merrill suggestions and try this
out for awhile. I mean I am feeling much better now. I suppose
the treatment I received yesterday must be working since I feel
so good. I can have my face made up so pretty again and I'll ask
Janice not to make a ponytail. I'll ask her to fix it just as
pretty as she can. Janice removed all of the clips and rollers
just like before. As she placed the satin bonnet over my hair I
thought, why I even like the way my hair looks in those big
curls. Oooh I bet it will be just delicious this time.
Felicia brought me a cup of coffee just as Janice and I
arrived at the makeup room. The operator was not quite ready so I
had time to drink it. Janice left me there with Felicia saying
she would be waiting for me when I was through here. While I was
drinking the coffee I tried to think of what I had wanted to ask
Felicia, but I was getting so sleepy. Felicia must have noticed
because she helped me get on the make up table.
"Very Good Felicia". Said Ms. Merrill as she and Miriam
entered the room.
Miriam injected another syringe in the I. V. drip and looked
at Ms. Merrill saying ---
"That should keep him out for three hours and when he comes
to there will be no after effects"
Ms. Merrill turned to Elaine and told her to apply permanent
eyeliner, eyebrows, and lip outline. Turning to the telephone she
dialed Dr. Covington and gave her instructions.
"James showed some resistance early this morning, but seems
to be back on track now. Go ahead with the accelerated treatment
schedule. But remove the memory blockers. I want him to know
exactly what is happening. I believe that knowledge will enhance
the excitement factor. You may wish to confer with Erica on
specifics, but I believe the desire qoutient is high enough now
to insure willing participation. I want this one to have a whole
day without drugs or tapes before he has to make his decision."
"Of course, we will be ready for his arrival in treatment
room one. I'm sure Erica will agree to this schedule. I am
looking forward to this initiation. Your idea should prove
intensely gratifying." Replied Dr. Covington.
I must have fallen asleep, Elaine was shaking me telling me
to wake up. Felicia was standing by the door waiting for me. I
was feeling real good now and was able to walk and roll the I.V.
stand by myself.
"You should just love this makeup honey. I gave you a few
extras today. Your are really beautiful now." Elaine said.
"Thank you Elaine, I can't wait until Janice finishes my
hair. I just know I will love it.
As she said Janice was waiting for me and immmediately went to
work on my hair. Looking in the mirror as Janice worked I could
see what Elaine meant. My eyes seemed to stand out more the
eyeliner was sharper and more defined. My blond eyebrows seemed
to be more emphasized also. My lips were the same color pink but
also seemed to be more sharply defined. She was right I did love
it the overall effect was certainly more striking. Janice had now
finished with my hair and it was fabulous. She had left it down
and it was a mass of long soft curls framing my face with some
falling in front of my shoulders. With the new makeup and my hair
arranged this way I was very sexy..... Did I just think of my
self as sexy?..... Yes I did and I love the feeling"
"There dear, are you happy with your hair now?" asked
Janice.
"Oh Yes, this is wonderful. You were right I love my curls
and don't ever want to do with out them." I replied.
"Well honey I'm sure Ms. Merrill will love to keep you
permed and pretty if you will ask her. You will never have
to be with out curls if you just tell her that's what you
want." Janice said.
"Oh I will, I want this so much. I love looking like this.
Thank you for helping me do the right thing Janice, you are
so sweet."
Felicia told me it was time to go back upstairs for my
treatment. I was a little afraid when she mentioned treatment,
because for some reason I could not remember anything about my
treatment yesterday. Felicia had me get back in the wheelchair
even though I told her I felt much better now. Felicia brought me
right to the treatment room this time and as she opened the door
I saw the chair. A thrill went through me, I suddenly remembered
sensations of great pleasure being associated with the chair.
"How lovely you are today. Janice and Elaine have outdone
themselves. You are absolutely delicious. Let's get you in
the chair you are going to be very happy with your
treatment today. Miriam told me.
While she was talking Miriam had injected a syringe into my
I. V. tube and I could feel that wonderful warm glow spreading
over me. Isn't it wonderful that everyone thinks I am so pretty.
I get little thrills when they tell me. Miriam and Felicia helped
me take off the dress and get seated in the chair. It was cold to
my naked skin but I seemed to filled with anticipation. I can't
remember anything about yesterdays treatment but for some reason
I am anxious to receive one now. I sat back in the chair and
Miriam removed the urine bag and un-taped my penis from my thigh.
It looked so weird with the tube coming out of it. Miriam did
something to the tube and then pulled it out! I was surprised
that it did not hurt. In fact I could not feel anything when she
was handling my penis. They must have used some more of that
deadening cream. Miriam strapped me in again and spread the legs
of the chair. Since I was already sitting upright this time I
could see more of what she was doing. She lifted my hips and
pulled out on them again and as she did I remembered why she did
this. A huge thrill of anticipation shuddered through me as I
realized I would soon be filled with that wonderful object again.
As I was now remembering she clipped the wire to my scrotum again
and began pushing those buttons. I could feel it! Slowly pushing
at my rectum. I wiggled as much as I could to help it and
suddenly it was in! Oh It feels even bigger today! I imagined
that my eyes were about to pop out as I wiggled some more to help
the penetration. It was so big, and went in so far today, I was
gasping for breathe when it finally stopped. Ummm how could I
have ever not wanted to come back for this. In a moment those
delicious vibrations started again. Miriam was standing in front
of me with the sleeve waiting I looked down and saw my penis
responding as I wallowed in the joy of my impalement. As soon as
Miriam had secured my penis in the sleeve and hooked it up to the
jar she turned the vibrations off.
"No, turn it back on I need this".I said in panic.
"Please be patient dear, you are about to receive a life
changing ride in our wonderful chair. Ms. Merrill has
ordered some changes in your treatment schedule. You are
about to be enslaved to your desire to be beautiful.
Enslaved for the rest of your life. You will never be the
same. When you leave this chair you will no longer be James
in mind, spirit or emotions. You will be Jane and will
forever seek any and everything that can help you to be a
beautiful woman. Now open your mouth wide." Janice said in
reply.
When I opened to ask to ask why she inserted a plastic thing
that slid in and turned down my throat. The way it was made it
hooked in behind my teeth and I couldn't expel it with my tonque.
Miriam must have seen the fear in my eyes and told me----
"Just relax dear this won't hurt. I am going to insert a
tube into your stomach and feed you. This thing in your
mouth will let me insert a stomach tube. I will take this
thing out of your mouth as soon as the tube is in. You have
not had any food in your stomach since yesterday morning. I
could have had you try to drink this but it is really awful
tasting. When I have finished feeding you this time I am
going to hook the tube to your teeth to keep it in place. I
know this seems complicated but you are going to be in this
chair a long time and will need to be fed again before your
treatment is over. Besides by doing it this way your lovely
lipstick won't be messed up." Janice explained.
The tube did not hurt when she put it in, I guess that stuff
she had sprayed in my throat had deadened it. .She took a huge
syringe and pushed the contents through the tube. When she had
finished I closed my mouth and could hardly feel the tube.
Miriam inserted the earphones again and moved the mirror in from
of me. She connected the strap with the cups around my chest
again carefully centering it. I don't know what these cups are
supposed to do but, I did notice the skin on my chest seemed to
be a little loose. Miriam said Ms.Merrill had changed my
schedule, and that I was going to be in the chair a long time.
Funny that I could not remember anything about my last treatment.
This time I seemed to know what she was doing as soon as she
started to do it.
The vibrations, and the sucking started again. AAAAh, so
good. Miriam said some strange things about my mind, and I was
going to have a life changing ride in this chair. I don't
understand what is going to happen to me but, ooohhh am I ready
for this ride whatever it changes. That wonderful object had
started stroking slowly in and out and I found myself trying to
go down after it. I looked into the mirror and was filled with
joy, I am so lovely.-----
I don't know how long I was in the chair, only that it was
not enough, I wanted to be there forever. I know that I was fully
conscious every time the devices were working. I think there were
periods when I must have blacked out. I remember waking up one
time and Janice was fluffing and rearranging my hair. I'm
afraid I messed it up some with the wild moves I was making.
But I couldn't help it the more that wonderful object would
stroke the more of it I wanted. Later, when I could see that no
more semen was coming out of my penis, it would stroke me until I
thought I must surely die from the pleasure. When I would reach
that point, a jolting electric shock would wrack my whole body
and cause a little more semen to come out. As time went on I
began to notice my expressions in the mirror. I was shocked to
see the wanton look of desire on my face. But it did not matter I
wanted more! I wanted to be beautiful and sexy forever. Miriam
fed me twice more during this time and Elaine came in one time
and worked on my face. I must have been there as long as Ms.
Merrill had ordered because Miriam came in and put a shot in the
I.V. tube and then began turning everything off. I begged her not
to but she said my treatment was complete. At first I was very
disturbed but in a few moments I began to feel calm. When the
object that had been in me so long receded I almost cried from
the loss. How I loved that feeling of fullness. When Miriam had
undone all of the straps, she took out the needle and pressed a
piece of cotton and a band-aid over the hole. Felicia came in and
helped me put the dress back on after giving me a pair of panties
with a maxipad in them. I didn't resist when she produced the
wheelchair, I suddenly realized how exhausted I was. She returned
me to my room, bathed me, took off my makeup and rubbed a very
nice and soothing cream all over me. She put an adult diaper on
me explaining that the lubricant from my rectum would probably
ooze out while I slept. Completing my outfit with a nylon gown
she tucked me in bed and told me to sleep well she would be near
if I needed any thing. She placed the earphones in my ears and
turned out the light.
Thursday Morning
The sunlight was streaming through the window when I finally
roused. Felicia was preparing a breakfast tray at the table and
when she heard me stirring asked.
"Did you have sweet dreams Jane.?
"Yes, how did you know? I dreamed I was a woman and
everything was beautiful and exciting." I replied.
Today Felicia had brought breakfast for both of us and we
sat and chatted while we ate. I was ravenously hungry but Felicia
cautioned me about the corset. We sipped our coffee and talked
for a long time.
"Felicia, you told me you were a boy, but now you look just
like a girl. Is everything about you female? I asked.
"Yes, everything except I don't have menstrual periods. But
everything else looks and works just like someone who was
born as a girl." She replied.
"Now that you are a girl do you like it. I mean is it still
exciting? I asked.
"I think I know what you are asking, when Ms. Merrill first
brought me in this place I was frightened, you must
remember I was an illegal then. But everyone was so nice to
me and gave me pretty clothes to wear and fixed my hair and
face so pretty. Soon I was no longer afraid and was very
happy. After my treatments I wanted very badly to be a
girl. I am not allowed to tell you anymore about that but I
will tell you that when I see myself in the mirror I always
am thrilled. I love to hear my heels click when I walk, and
feel my hair brush my face. I have even come to love the
embrace of my corsets. I think for each one it is a little
different but I have never met anyone here that is not very
happy. Sometimes," she giggled, "when I walk fast down the
stairs my breasts jiggle and it feels so good I make wet
spots in my panties.
"How long was it before you had breasts. I have been
wondering this morning what it would be like to have
breasts. I asked.
"They started growing soon after my initiation, but it took
about three years for them to get as big as they are now.
Some of the girls have the Doctor make theirs larger if
they don't grow enough. Is that all you have been wondering
about?" She smiled.
"Well no, I have been thinking about what it is like, uh you
know the other parts. I mean does it still feel good, uum
like uhh? I stammered. Felicia Laughed and replied---
"Yes I know, you want to know if you have those things cut
off if you will feel anything about sex. For me it feels
much better. For a while, after I had been operated on, it
was not good. But in a little while it got better and
better. Before, everything was right there in my things and
that was the most important part about sex. Now I am
aroused in many ways, as I told you about my breasts
bouncing. Now all of me is involved in becoming excited,
and especially when it happens. It is different but much,
much better. I have watched you having your hair done and
have seen how you look at yourself in the mirror. For you
I think it will be even better. Maybe too good.
"How could it be too good. I mean that doesn't make sense.
I replied.
"I should not tell you this, but sometimes something happens
to the new girls. They like everything so much they cannot
do their jobs. Because they can't get their minds on
anything other than themselves. All they want to do is
primp and play with themselves. It is not good. The Doctor
has to help them. I like talking with you but we must get
you ready. Today you must see Dr. Powell, but don't worry
she just asks a lot of questions and gives you a lot of
quizzes. Felicia told me.
After getting dressed in a nice blouse and skirt we made a
quick trip to the salon where Janice and Elaine worked their
magic again. I wonder if I could have my hair done everyday. I
really love to watch and it is such a thrill to see my hair when
it is set. As soon as Janice was finished, Felicia rushed me back
to the second floor for my appointment with Dr. Powell.
Felicia was right Dr. Erica Powell, who I remembered from
the dinner as being a Pyschiatrist, asked what seemed to be
hundreds of questions about my sexual experience, desires,
preferences, ad infinitum. A battery of tests with hundreds more
questions to answer and pictures to interpret. When She finally
said I could go my head was pounding, my corset was cutting me in
half and I swear my heels had shrunk at least one size. I was
told to wait for Felicia to come for me. When Felicia arrived I
asked her something I had been wondering about.
"This office is right down the hall from my room. I'm sure I
could have found my way back. Since I have been here I have
not been allowed to go anywhere alone. Why is that?"
"Because you still have your testicles. No male is ever
allowed anywhere in the building without an escort.
Felicia answered.
"What's next Felicia. Dr. Powell couldn't possibly need to
talk to me again. I believe she knows more about me now
than I do. I asked.
"Well, next is lunch and then you will meet with Ms. Merrill
for your final interview. But you are wrong Dr. Covington
and Dr. Powell will also be there. She replied.
Well I do still have my testicles even though they have been
taped up inside me for days now. Of course the latex sleeve was
put back on as soon as I left the treatment room, apparently that
is a requirement too. My final interview I guess the few days
that Ms. Merrill gave me are about up. With all three of them
there I suppose some decision will have to be made. I will have
to wait until they tell me but I know now that I never want to go
back to my old life. I don't know what I can do, I only know that
from now on I will always be permed and made up. I have never
been so happy or thrilled as I have since they put me in that
permanent wave machine.
Permed05.TXT
BY: Sandy Sullivan
James has now been through intensive chemical and
brainwashing treatments. If you have read the first four
installments in this drama you realize the goal of the
establishment he has found himself in is to convert men into
women. We still don't know why or for what purpose, neither does
James. In this installment he will be faced with a decision.
Can he resist or will he decide the way they have programmed him
to do. If you have been finding wet spots in your panties after
you read the first four installments you may need a pad for this
one.
We returned to my room where Felicia helped me undress. She
suggested a nice warm bath to relax from the ordeal Dr. Powell
had just put me through. After my bath Felicia began to prepare
me for my interview . First of course was the taping of my
testicles up inside my body. The inevitable latex sleeve came
next, then a plain white corset, with me holding on to the lacing
bar while Felicia pulled it up. She pulled my penis back and
hooked it to the corset but this time she had me pull my butt
cheeks apart so she could tuck it up very tightly. My penis never
went that far back before, I wonder if all the sucking and
stretching is making it longer. It did look kind of swollen in
the bath. Then a pair of plain white nylon panties, into which
she had me insert a maxipad overnighter with wings. I looked at
her questioningly about such a large pad and she giggled---
"You may become very excited during your interview, and Ms.
Merrill will not tolerate any spills of male fluids."
Felicia continued dressing me by producing a padded
brassiere. After it was on she reached in each cup and pulled the
loose flesh I had noticed up on top of the padding. This produced
the illusions of breasts. I don't know if it was because my
nipples seemed to be so sensitive today, or if it was because I
had strangely found myself wanting to have breasts all day. In
any case an intense thrill coursed through my body when I saw my
illusory mounds. Felicia gave me some very sheer natural hose to
put on and then a lovely new pair of white pumps with medium
heels. She had me sit on the edge of the bed and she removed my
dangling earrings and replaced them with round silver balls. She
then began removing my makeup with cleansing cream!
"Oh no, not my lovely makeup! I just know I am going to look
horrible." I cried.
"No, you won't look horrible you will still be pretty. Ms.
Merrill requires that everyone appear without makeup at
their final interview. She explained.
Felicia brought out a plain white wraparound dress. it
resembled the type you may have seen in pictures of ancient Greek
women. When she had it fastened it had a plunging neckline,
deliciously exposing my pushed up flesh. She produced four heavy
silver bracelets and fastened one around each wrist and ankle. I
thought they were a little unusual, and certainly not very
stylish as jewelry. But I didn't comment about them, I'm' sure
Felicia would have replied that they were required. Since I had
already brushed my teeth and urinated before my bath, Felicia
declared me as prepared and we headed for my final interview.
Felicia opened the door to Ms. Merrill's office and showed
me where to go. Ms. Merrill was seated between Dr. Covington and
Dr. Powell in a semi-circle. Their chairs were all on a platform
which raised them up somewhat and in the center of the
semi-circle was a low round padded platform covered in white
velvet. It was to this low platform that Felicia had led me.
Ms. Merrill spoke first---
Welcome Jane, I'm sure you remember that I told you that I
would speak to you again about you future. That time has come. I
would like you to kneel on the platform before me. You do not
have to but I would prefer it."
"Thank you Ms. Merrill." I said while kneeling.
"Very good Jane. Now I would like for you to place your
hands together behind your back and allow Felicia to chain them
to your ankles. Again you do not have to but I would prefer it if
you would." Ms. Merrill instructed.
"Yes Ma'am" I replied as I placed my hands behind my back.
"At our last meeting I told you could stay here a few days
so you would have time to consider your future. When you came to
our salon with that silly story about wanting pictures, I knew
you wanted to be given a permanent wave yourself. As I watched
you during the rolling process I could see how much you were
enjoying yourself. Whether you knew it or not at the time, it was
obvious to me that you wanted to be beautiful. While your perm
was processing, we checked your apartment and found you had a
very strong interest in lesbians as indicated by your magazine
and book collection. Since you had such an interest in women I
instructed Elaine to arch your eyebrows permanently with
electrolysis, and to pierce your ears. A little extra gift if you
will. During your stay here Dr. Powell has learned a great deal
about you. We know that you have never had sex with a woman in
the way a man usually does. In other words you have never
penetrated a woman with your penis. In fact you were trained from
an early age to perform cunnilingus and in time that became your
only source of sexual relief. You could ejaculate only when
allowed to kiss and lick a woman. Isn't all of that correct
Jane?"-------
"Uh, Yes Ma'am' I said bowing my head in embarrassment.
"Well Jane I am now going to explain some things to you, and
when I am finished I will require you to make a decision. Is that
clear?" said Ms. Merrill.
"Yes Ma'am."
"Please raise your eyes and look at me Jane. You have no
need to be embarrassed. We understand you much better than you
think. All of the women you have met since your arrival her were
once men or at least boys. Yes, us included, we too were once
male. Due to the kindness and foresight of my mother I was
required to enter the world of womanhood. Her act of love in
forcing me to accept this change has led to this organization.
You see this whole organization exists to make men and boys into
women who love and worship real women and those like themselves.
Our universal goal is a world wide matriarchy. A world where men
do not exist. A world where crude behavior, fighting, and wars
are extinct. A world of beauty and grace. If you make the proper
decision this evening you will be taught all about our goals,
methods and history. When we last spoke you expressed an interest
in being able to remain beautiful all the time. Because you
expressed that interest I have taken a few steps during your stay
to make that interest into a reality. You were given some very
intensive treatments and certain procedures were done to you to
further that possibility. I know you do not remember but during
your course of treatments you were injected with female hormones,
and a chemical that blocks your body's production of male
hormones. If you should decide not to join The Sisterhood the
effects of those injections will soon wear off. In addition you
were given certain mood altering drugs and then were sexually
stimulated so that you will always associate sexual pleasure with
having your hair done and wearing makeup. In other words you will
now never be happy unless you hair is beautifully permed, and
set. Seeing yourself having your hair done and wearing makeup
will cause a spontaneous ejaculation. Whenever you have another
permanent wave you will be subject to almost continuous climaxes.
Of course your original training also still exists and has been
reinforced so that your only choice of sexual partners will be
women or men who have become women.
Since I know that you will never be able to do without
having permed hair and makeup even if you do not choose to join
us I also had Elaine perform some other beauty enhancing
procedures on you. Unlike the hormones you were given, the mental
programming and these procedures cannot be reversed. Felicia."
As Ms. Merrill pressed a button on her chair causing the
platform I was kneeling on to rotate, Felicia was placing a
lighted mirror. When the platform stopped I was facing the mirror
and the three women as well as myself could clearly see my face
and hair. Without makeup on I could now see that my face had been
drastically feminized.
"Not only did we permanently arch your eyebrows but the skin
under them has been tattooed a nice golden color to match
your hair. We also tattooed your upper and lower eyelids so
that you will always appear to be wearing eyeliner. Since
your hair color and complexion looks best when matched with
the pink shades of lipstick I had Elaine tattoo your lip
outline with a neutral shade of pink to more clearly
outline your lips. Of course this type of permanent makeup
is more obvious when you are not wearing any other makeup."
Ms. Merrill said.
I looked at each place as Ms. Merrill described how she had
permanently feminized my face. Thrills raced through my body as
she spoke each word culminating in a rushing climax. Remembering
what she had said about mental programming I realized that
without any physical stimulation I had just spontaneously erupted
through a limp penis. The realization of that truth caused an
even stronger climax. When I had stopped jerking in my chains I
felt the table rotating to face Ms. Merrill again as she smiled
down at me.
"I am so glad you like your new face. But now we have come
to the moment for a decision. If you wish you may leave now, your
own clothes and belongings will be returned to you and you will
be escorted out immediately. If you choose to join The Sisterhood
we are prepared to employ you, after a suitable time, during
which several surgical procedures will have been completed, to
establish a new worldwide computer network to serve The
Sisterhood. However you must be initiated with all of the Sisters
present for the ceremony, witnessing your commitment.. This
ceremony will take place tomorrow night. In this initiation your
testicles will be surgically removed by Dr. Covington. This
sacrificial act is the evidence of your commitment to The
Sisterhood. You will be fully conscious and must watch as Dr.
Covington performs this procedure. Do you understand that to stay
here and enjoy your newly found beauty, you must join The
Sisterhood and be castrated tomorrow night." asked Ms. Merrill.
"Yes Ma'am I understand. I said.
"Very well since you entered this room everything has been
recorded on video tape. Your decision will be recorded also. If
you choose to join The Sisterhood you must say yes. If you choose
not to join you must say no. Give me your answer now."
"Yes! I gasped.
"Repeat after me the following oath. I Jane do earnestly
desire to join The Sisterhood."
"I Jane do earnestly desire to join The Sisterhood."
I repeated.
"I humbly beg you to castrate me so I may enter into the
joys of womanhood."
"I humbly beg you to castrate me so I may enter into the
joys of womanhood". I thrillingly replied.
"I will joyfully sacrifice my testicles for this privilege."
"I will joyfully sacrifice my testicles for this privilege."
I cried in ecstasy as I felt my fluids flow into my
panties.
"Well done Jane, you are accepted for initiation." Ms.
Merrill said with a large smile. "I think you should have a
reward."
Felicia stepped forward and tied my hair back. Ms. Merrill
opened the skirt of her dress, spread her legs and pressed a
button to slide my platform between her legs. As she draped her
legs around me and pressed my head forward with her hands my joy
was unbounded.
Friday Morning
I woke early and had some time alone to think. It has been
nearly a week since I came to this salon looking for pictures. Or
was that the real reason. Ms. Merrill said she knew I wanted the
perm for myself. I can't remember having thought that. But that
is certainly of no importance now. I have learned much about
myself, and if it had not been for the kindness of these dear
women, I would never have understood how wonderful life can be.
I yawned and stretched and was again reminded how good my life is
now. I am wearing a lovely nylon tricot nightgown and sleeping on
satin sheets. As the nylon moved across my nipples that now
familiar tingly shock thrilled me. My nipples now seemed to be
sort of glowing all the time. Felicia had told me this feeling
will get very intense as I continue the hormone injections. I
have been stimulated sexually more in the last week than in all
of my preceding years. Yesterday, oh what a wonderful evening,
how sweet and kind of Ms. Merrill to choose me to be a Sister.
I did not believe anything could be as good as that. To be
allowed to kneel before such beautiful women is such a great
honor. To look at my beautiful new self while Ms. Merrill
described the wonderful things she had done to my mind and
emotions, and how she had permanently feminized my face brought
me to such heights of ecstasy I thought surely my pad could not
contain the flow. The flow through a limp penis, I knew at that
moment that I had no further use for it. I knew then that I must
do whatever was necessary to be female forever. When Ms. Merrill
allowed me to worship her artfully created womanhood I knew I had
reached the ultimate prize. So clean and sweet, so responsive,
knowing this was to be my fate I cried tears of joy as I
worshipped at those three temples of heaven.
Pressed by a sense of urgency I rushed to the bathroom to
relieve myself. It was now habit to sit to urinate and when I
went to pull my panties up I could see I had wet them again while
I was thinking about last night. While I was looking in the
cabinet for a fresh pad Felicia entered the bath and said---
"You will need those all the time now, at least for the next
two or three months. Your treatments have taken effect and you
will find that your juices will flow at almost any time. Later
you will only need a pantiliner for the little drips."
"I did not know if I would see you this morning. You told me
last night I would be spending all evening being prepared for the
ceremony."
" I brought your breakfast and the Book of The Sisterhood.
You must read the introduction and the first three chapters this
morning. In the next two years you will memorize the whole
volume. Come on, lets have breakfast" Felicia said.
"Felicia, can you tell me more about the initiation
ceremony? I know what will be done but I was wondering
about some of the details. I want everything to go well"
"I am not allowed to tell you anything about the ceremony.
The only people who can know anything about it are those
who have been through it as candidates. Are you afraid?
She asked.
"I am not afraid of what will be done to me. I can hardly
wait for the time to come. But I am afraid I will do
something displeasing or shameful. I don't know how I will
be able to handle the pain and I don't want to embarrass
Ms. Merrill by screaming or crying." I said.
"Don't worry about pain, you will feel no pain at all. As
for how you will react that is not a problem, some laugh,
some cry, some are very joyous. It does not matter by then
you are already a Sister. You will find when you read the
book today that all Sisters are kind, gentle, and will
never do or say anything to harm or hurt the feelings of
another Sister." Felicia explained.
"Thank you Felicia, I guess I feel better about it now, I
just want to do everything perfectly. I said.
We finished breakfast and Felicia left me alone to read the
required material I was so fascinated by what I was reading
Felicia was back with lunch before I realized what time it was.
She hurriedly helped me bathe, lace my corset and get dressed a
very pretty violet business suit the skirt just below my knees
a lovely white crepe blouse and new violet pumps with 3" heels.
She told me that from now on anytime I went below the second
floor I must dress this way unless I was going out for some
special occasion. Since I was to be in the business sector my
mode of dress would identify my status. She escorted me to the
salon where Janice was waiting.
"Oh, Jane I am so glad to see you here today. I really
wanted you to be on my appointment schedule. I don't get to start
many candidates on their journey. Machine permanent waves are not
used much anymore and most of my clientele are older ladies with
hair of a type that is difficult to wave. But let us get started
with a shampoo and a special set for your most special day"
Doctor Powell must have done an excellent job of programming
my mind. Although I was sexually aroused the first day, when I
saw my hair being rolled, it was nothing to compare
with today. I felt the warm flow start the moment Janice placed
the first roller. It continued in little ripples with each
additional roller. I can see that if I don't want to sit in a
sticky mess all afternoon I will have to make frequent pad
changes. Felicia must have known because she gave me a purse to
carry and I had watched her pack several pads in it. Soon my head
was covered with rollers and clips. Amazing how something so
simple and normal for genetic women can affect me so greatly. I
thought after tonight this will always be a part of my life and
shuddered with the thrill. I asked Janice if she would show me to
the rest room. After I cleaned my self up and changed my pad,
Janice placed me under the hair dryer and handed me several
women's magazines. I thought, as the dryer began it's droning
sound, I am being treated like any female. No video, no
earphones. Janice had brought the manicure table over and began
working on my nails. She removed the polish, and then since my
nails had grown since last week she filled in the area near the
cuticle with a smooth gel. I smiled as I realized that genetic
women must have the same problem of trying to manage a magazine
one handed when having a manicure under the dryer. With the noise
of the dryer it was impossible to hold a conversation. Soon
Janice was through with my nails and they were gorgeous, she had
used a darker pink polish today, almost a light mauve. Turning
off the dryer she raised the dryer bonnet so I could stand and
return to the styling chair. She turned the chair away from the
mirror to take out the rollers.
"I thought I would save you a pad change dear." She smiled.
I laughed and thanked her for thinking of me. Felicia had
told me this would continue for several months. Wearing a pad had
seemed so feminine a few days ago but now I wondered if it might
not get to be a real nuisance, Janice placed a lacy bouffant
cover over my curls and walked with me to the makeup room.
Remembering what Felicia had said about escorts I thought I will
be making this trip alone next time. Just like the regular
customers of the salon. The thought brought a delicious tingle to
my nipples. Elaine was still working on someone when we arrived
so I took a chair in the little alcove. I found myself digging
through the women's magazines in the rack. I never had an
interest in any of them before, but now I loved to look at all
the advertisements. I especially liked the one by Clairol that
showed the blonde woman with very light blonde frosting, I
wonder-- -. At that moment Elaine emerged with a very tall but
striking woman of about thirty, Elaine told me she would be back
as soon as she had brought Samantha to Tara. The woman had been
wearing a beautician's uniform and a lacy bonnet also. A
beautician wouldn't need an escort? Oh, I remembered what Felicia
said about the way I was dressed, that person is like me! She is
going to be a beauty operator, but she hasn't been initiated
yet.! Elaine returned shortly and began to work. I asked-----
"The person you just left with is also a candidate isn't
she?"
"Why yes she is, does that surprise you?" She replied.
"A little I guess, I just hadn't thought about there being
any others."
"I think that is normal I had not thought about anyone but
myself until I saw the other two just before I was
initiated.
"Two? Are there two more tonight?"
"Yes, there are three almost every Friday. Sometimes, but
very rarely is there a cancellation. There would be more
but our facilities limit us to three per ceremony. That is
why Ms. Merrill has decided to start building regional
facilities. Our program has grown much too large for one
location. She said.
"Cancellations?" I asked.
"Yes, sometimes the mother or wife has a change of heart
before the treatments are finished and they take their son
or husband out of the program. It is very hard to do but
sometimes Ms. Merrill will allow it. Of course after the
final interview cancellations are not allowed.
"Mothers and wives. You mean?"
"Yes dear, very few, unlike yourself, come here on their own
volition. Almost all candidates are not here by choice. In
fact, Samantha's case is very similar to mine."
"Elaine, I would love to hear your story"
"I'm afraid we won't have time for that but you can read
about it. Just check out the book titled Elaine Six in our
library. You can find the story of every Sister there. They
are published by our own company. The names and other
things that would identify us are changed in the editions
that are sold to the general public. Well honey I think I
have done all I can for you today, now it is back to
Janice for the finishing touches." She replied.
Janice removed the bonnet and began brushing and combing the
set out I watched in fascination as the style began to take
shape. She arranged the top in an up do and left the sides full
and wavy but softly drawn to the back. The back was arranged in
one long fluffy curl which she draped over my right shoulder. She
picked out a few tendrils and swirled them into curls by my
temples. It was absolutely gorgeous. By the time she had finished
I was again sitting on a sticky mess, although very happily.
Janice must have heard the air rushing in and out of my nose,
because I was breathing very rapidly. Patting me on the shoulder
she told me -----
"Go ahead and look for a while honey, I understand."
Look?, no I stared lustily at my feminized face and lovely
hair as I raced to a shuddering climax.
Felicia came to the door and went with me to the bathroom so
I could clean up again. When I finished she was waiting to take
me upstairs. This was the trip I had waited all day for. Tonight
my fate would be sealed, to be committed forever to a life of
silky feminine finery, to the caress of corsets, to makeup and
permanent waves. Nurse Miriam awaited my arrival she had
everything prepared and waited only for me to undress. She had me
strip completely, my penis was even freed from the latex sleeve.
Bending over the commode I received an enema this time without
protest. It was strange to see my ugly balls hanging down again I
had grown so used to them being taped inside. As my stomach
distended to resemble that of a pregnant woman, I wondered what
it would be like to be pregnant. That of course is the height of
femininity. Soon I had expelled everything to Miriam's
satisfaction and she began washing my whole groin with a
disinfectant soap. Having finished in the bath I was taken back
to the exam room where a new latex sleeve was installed. This one
however had no opening for the head of my penis. It just tapered
into a closed tube of about the same length that the strap on the
others had been. This one was very tight and Miriam had some
difficulty getting it on my limp penis. The corset was next but
this one was made of heavy white rubber and was molded into a
very specific shape. While Felicia wrapped it around me Miriam
held the tube and my penis up against my stomach until the corset
was hooked. The corset extended very low so that it completely
hid my penis. Miriam put some soft cuffs around each of my wrists
and Felicia lifted until only my toes were touching the floor.
Miriam pulled up on the flesh of my chest while Felicia pulled
the corset tight. The corset had little shelves molded in instead
of bra cups, and when Miriam extracted her fingers my flesh
rested on those shelves. It looked almost like two tiny breasts
were there. Needless to say my excitement during all of these
preparations had been building and when Miriam led the way to the
treatment room I began to smile. This time the chair had been
rotated to face the opposite wall this whole wall was covered
with floor to ceiling drapes. I quickly seated myself in the
chair and Miriam removed the paper slippers I had been wearing.
Miriam fastened the wrist straps with my hands down. I noticed a
rounded addition to the ends of the chair arms had been added.
With the straps on my wrists I would not be able to close my
hands which would not only display my long polished nails but
would also keep me from hurting myself with those nails. She
fastened the ankle straps and then positioned my hips. We both
smiled as she did that. I did not have to anticipate for long as
almost immediately I felt the greased tip touching my cheeks and
began wiggling to accommodate this sweet impaler. I almost
swooned as it slowly pushed it's way in ,oooh so big, aaahh so
good. Miriam gave me time to squirm around to the best position
and then fastened a strap around my waist. Miriam moved that huge
joystick out and in a few times to make sure I was positioned
right, this of course elicited some very happy gasps. Miriam made
some adjustments to the chair, raising the legs slightly and
spreading them apart, and then rolling the top of the chair in,
sort of curling my upper back forward. I felt her behind me
fastening a device to the back of my head and neck, bending my
head slightly forward and making it impossible to move. Miriam
moved around between my legs and held up something ----
"This goes in your mouth dear it will keep you from biting
your tongue or making any noise. After it is in you won't be able
to say anything. Are you comfortable?" Miriam asked.
"Yes everything is fine" I replied.
I had to open very wide for to wiggle the piece in, when it
was in place, she told me to bite down. When I did, a suction was
formed on my teeth, so that I could not open my mouth. Miriam
took a little swab with jel on it a and rubbed it between my lips
and teeth to keep my lips from sticking to the device.
"Dr. Powell gave orders to put this in your mouth she
expressed some fear that you might try to back out of your
committment. Now that you can't say anything we won't have
to worry will we." Miriam smiled at me.
Miriam brought the little wires out, but this time they
came from behind me and she hooked one to each nipple! Miriam
disappeared from sight for a couple of minutes and when she
reappeared she walked in between my legs and picked up my scrotum
with one hand.
"I am going to inject a deadening solution in you now, first
I am going to just put it in the skin. But when I inject it in
your testicles there will be some pain for a moment or two. Try
not to cry and make your make up run." Miriam said.
I can see her every motion, the injections in the skin are
not bad, better than the dentist. Now she is pulling my testicles
forcing them tightly against the skin.
"Now I am going to inject into each of your testicles
starting with the left one, be steady now. It will be just a few
minutes until your moment of glory." Miriam told me
AAAAAGHHHHH, my scream echoed in my skull, STOP! STOPPP!
Liquid fire shot all the way to my brain. NO---NO more I don't
want this, I changed my mind. PLEASE STOP! AAAAAAGHHHHH, she
can't hear me, she did it to the other one! OOOHH thank goodness
the deadening solution is working, I can breathe again. MIRIAM--
MIRIAM I groaned but she can't hear me! Look at me, look at my
eyes I changed my mind! You must let me go! She paid no attention
to me. She reached down and pulled a little pan on an arm up,and
laid my sack in it. Miriam! you must let me go, I made a mistake,
please let me out of this chair! Miriam turned her back on me and
opened the drapes. The whole wall was glass, on the other side it
was like a movie theater, there were rows and rows of women, all
wearing white dresses like the one I wore lasy night. Then Miriam
walked out of sight. The lights in the room I was in and in the
theater dimmed. A spot light came on shining right on me. OOh no
I must be first, I wiggled my toes and fingers trying to get
somebody's attention. Dr. Covington came and stood by the chair.
Why can't they see me wiggling. Miriam is standing on the other
side of the chair by a tray of instruments. They both have on
face masks and aprons. Miriam moves to the back of the chair and
then returns. This time she looks at me and smiles. The
vibrations have started, and it is slowly sliding in and out.
NOOO I groan I don't want to feel that I want you to let me go.
Don,t do this, don't castrate me! It is moving faster, the
vibrations are harder. Don't do this, don't, don't, don't
stop, don't stop, don't stop. In, out, in, out,in,out. OOOH so
good, the wall, now it looks like a mirror, I can see my self
trapped in the chair, good, in, out in, out. My face , so lovely,
my curls shine in the spotlight, in out , in ,out, oh how I love
my curls, in, out in, out. I can dimly hear Ms. Merrill's voice
------
"James, now known as Jane came to us with a trumped up story
about wanting pictures of a permanent wave. Obviously with hair
that long I knew he really wanted the permanent for himself and
was just too shy to ask. Jane has responded so well to her
initial treatments she may not be of much entertainment. She has
only exhibited anxiety when she realized she had to wait until
tonight to be castrated. She has shown no resistance at all and
her final interview was one of perfect submission. So don't be
disappointed if she doesn't scream or beg to be released. You may
begin Dr. Covington."
In, out, in, out, good good, the Doctor has a scalpel in
her hand, a quick slice and my sack is open, she has a testicle
in her hand Miriam puts a clamp on the cord. I can't stop them
they are going to cut them off !!! Slice and it is in the pan,
another clamp, another slice, they are gone! Miriam removes the
pan, and they both disappear from sight. Only my reflection
remains I see all of me in the mirror my lovely face, my shining
hair, my empty, bloody scrotum, yes, yes it is right, it is
perfect, I feel the rush coming, I tremble, my curls shake in the
light, a shock an overpowering feeling of happiness as I am
propelled to the greatest emotional peak ever AAAAHHHH
THE END OR Is it just the beginning?