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Alana=0D
by She-Devil=0D
=0D
*****=0D
=0D
Alan looked himself over in the mirror carefully, picking a=0D
bit of fluff or lint here and there from his tight, pink, angora=0D
sweater dress. The black patent belt around his waist was too wide=0D
and tight and the black patent spikes on his feet were too tall for=0D
him to ever think of walking very far.=0D
=0D
Alan combed a little more mousse through his ultra-short=0D
champagne pink hair. The punkish single finger of hair, tinted=0D
from pink to lavender, hung at his nape down between his shoulder=0D
blades. His make up was perfect. In the mirror, Alan was an=0D
alluring, sexy woman - all except for the neat dark mustache `she'=0D
wore.=0D
=0D
Getting some white wine from the fridge, he still couldn't=0D
believe how he had gotten himself into this. Trapped as a woman=0D
with breasts, figure, and all! And all over a stupid mustache.=0D
=0D
Before all this, Alan Ross was one of the up-and-comers on=0D
Wall Street. He made big money, had all the hot investments, was=0D
definitely loaded. Along the way he met Sheila, blonde and=0D
beautiful, the perfect sort of female accessory for a soon-to-be=0D
power broker in the big time money game. Sheila moved in and made=0D
herself useful.=0D
=0D
Sheila started to input Alan's transactions into the personal=0D
computer in his study. Then, she started to run his projections. =0D
Sheila handled his bills, his calls, his schedule. With Sheila=0D
doing the grunt work of his life, Alan did whatever he pleased. He=0D
certainly had the time.=0D
=0D
Christmas Day was Sheila's birthday and Alan had a pave=0D
diamond bracelet from Tiffany's for her. But Sheila seemed distant=0D
and sullen. Oh what the hell! She's probably just starting her=0D
period thought Alan.=0D
=0D
"Sheila, I got you something to show you just how much I=0D
appreciate you and all you've done. I wanted it to be something=0D
really special and I hope you like it."=0D
=0D
Sheila ooed and aahhed but still she seemed not quite right.=0D
=0D
"What's up, Sheila? You're not yourself. Want to tell me=0D
about it?"=0D
=0D
"I know it's silly, but there is something that I'd really=0D
like. It wouldn't cost a thing, but I know it would be asking a=0D
lot of you."=0D
=0D
"So tell me what it is and maybe I can make it happen."=0D
=0D
"Would you shave off your moustache? You see it really=0D
bothers me. I keep getting tickled by when we kiss and I don't=0D
like the way it looks on you."=0D
=0D
No way! Alan was well aware that at 5'6" and 135 pounds that=0D
he was on the delicate side for a man by anyone's standards. His =0D
moustache was part his `masculine' image, part of what made him one=0D
of the boys. Sorry, but shaving it off was something he wouldn't do=0D
for anybody.=0D
=0D
"Sheila, I love you, really I do but I don't think I can do=0D
that. I would look like a kid or a girl or something if I shaved=0D
it off."=0D
=0D
"Dammit Alan! If you loved me you'd do it. I bet you'd=0D
rather dress like a girl than shave that stupid thing off."=0D
=0D
Angry now, Alan retorted. "If that's what you want to hear,=0D
you're damn right! I would. I'd rather dress like a girl than=0D
shave my moustache off."=0D
=0D
Sheila stormed out, sulking. These arguments are a drag. I=0D
need to get her in line. If she's going to start breaking my=0D
balls, this bitch is history. Alan stewed alone.=0D
=0D
*********=0D
=0D
Sheila slipped out of bed. Alan snored noisily and stirred as=0D
she left but remained out of it.=0D
=0D
In the bathroom, Sheila pulled a small glass vial from behind=0D
a picture. Morphal X, the latest project at X Industries, where it=0D
was referred to as M-X. She knew the name came from the word=0D
morphallaxis, meaning regeneration of a part or transformation of=0D
one part into another by means of structural reorganization with=0D
only limited production of new cells. Sheila had paid a=0D
fortune...well, Alan had, after all it was his money.. for this=0D
stuff. Still experimental and hard to find even on the black=0D
market, it worked by taking up the fatty deposits and water buildup=0D
in the body and redistributing all that mass to the hips and=0D
breasts. X Industries saw potential in it to replace, or as an=0D
adjunct to, cosmetic surgery but hadn't dealt with the side effects=0D
of rapid hair growth and loss of height. How much to give Alan?=0D
=0D
The instructions said one cc for every twenty pounds. After=0D
his macho pig act tonight, Sheila wanted to make sure he got what=0D
was coming to him. The right dosage should have been 6.75 cc's,=0D
but the needle capacity was 9 cc's, so that's what Sheila filled it=0D
to. A little spray anesthetic hid the prick of the ultra-fine=0D
needle when Sheila slipped it into Alan's rear and he soon had the=0D
powerful drug coursing through his body.=0D
=0D
*********=0D
=0D
"Oh my God! What's happened to me?"=0D
=0D
Alan was standing in front of a full length mirror by the time=0D
Sheila got to his room. Nice job that M-X did. Alan was shorter=0D
by at least two inches. He had what looked like a fat pair of `C'=0D
cup breasts and his hips were getting nice and wide.=0D
=0D
"Shut up, you little sissy!"=0D
=0D
Alan saw Sheila for the first time. She was dressed head to=0D
toe in black leather. In her six inch heels, she towered over the=0D
rapidly feminizing male.=0D
=0D
"Sheila, what did you do to me?"=0D
=0D
"I took you at your word. You said you would rather look like=0D
a girl than shave off your moustache. Now, you do. And a very=0D
sexy girl, I must say."=0D
=0D
Sheila caught a handful of Alan's now shoulder length chestnut=0D
hair and pulled him to his toes.=0D
=0D
"Let's get something straight from the beginning. I'm a lot=0D
stronger than you, I'm a lot smarter than you, and if you don't do=0D
exactly as I say, I'll make your life hell."=0D
=0D
Too terrified to speak, Alan could only nod his submission. =0D
To his dismay, Sheila pulled box after box of woman's clothing from=0D
the closets. It was obvious that she'd been planning this for some=0D
time.=0D
=0D
"I have to make a few phone calls. While I'm busy, I want you to=0D
put all your new clothing away neatly and throw all your old men's=0D
stuff in these boxes." Alan was left in a daze as Sheila made her=0D
way to the study.=0D
=0D
First, out came all the male clothes; suits, slacks, shirts,=0D
and shoes. In went dozens of pairs of sexy panties and bras. The=0D
bras seemed to run in sizes from 38C to 44D. These were followed=0D
by all sorts of frilly lingerie including tap panties, stockings,=0D
and garter belts. There were also several corsets that looked like=0D
they would be very uncomfortable to wear.=0D
=0D
Then there were the dresses, skirts, blouses, and sweaters. =0D
And the shoes! By the time Sheila returned, Alan had the bedroom=0D
switched around as ordered. Every stitch of male clothing was=0D
boxed and ready to go.=0D
=0D
"Well now, Alana. Oh yes, I've decided to call you Alana. We=0D
certainly can't call you Alan. Here are the rules: You are to=0D
get up every morning at 6 A.M. I want you dressed in your Maid's=0D
Uniform, made up, and in the kitchen by seven. At 7:30, you will=0D
serve me breakfast in bed."=0D
=0D
"After I leave for work, you will change into whatever clothes=0D
I have specified for you to wear that day. From then, until noon,=0D
you will clean the place from top to bottom, whether it's clean or=0D
not."=0D
=0D
"At noon, you can eat the lunch I leave for you."=0D
=0D
"After lunch, you will change into your third outfit of the=0D
day and watch soap operas and talk shows all afternoon. I'll be=0D
taping them so you had better pay attention. I might just ask a=0D
few questions. God help you if you don't know the answers."=0D
=0D
"Just before I return home, you will change again and have a=0D
drink ready for me. After the dinner you will cook and serve,=0D
another change of clothes for you and time to get all your changes=0D
for the next day laid out, give yourself a beauty facial, and, of=0D
course, care for your precious moustache."=0D
=0D
"See, that's the biggest joke of all. You won't grow any more=0D
facial hair, but you do have a little moustache problem, don't you? =0D
So many girls do. Well, if your a very, very good girl and you beg=0D
me every night before I put you to bed, I might let you have it=0D
electrolysized off.'=0D
=0D
Alan looked at himself in the mirror. Unbelievably, he hadn't=0D
noticed. His moustache was still there, ludicrous now on such a=0D
feminine face.=0D
=0D
"Sheila.." My God, he thought, even my voice is changing! =0D
"Sheila. I'm begging you. Let me shave it off. I'll shave it off=0D
right away and keep it off for good. Just don't do this to me. =0D
I'll do anything you want..."=0D
=0D
Sheila cut off Alan's quivering plea. "You'll do whatever i=0D
say because I tell you to and you'll keep that moustache until I=0D
decide to believe that you are sincere."=0D
=0D
"Now get dressed. Someone's coming over, and I have plans for=0D
you."=0D
=0D
*********=0D
=0D
Alan's face was burning hot. His hair had been washed and was=0D
now being cut. Cut really short, maybe a quarter of an inch long. =0D
The floor was covered with long brown hair. One long lock of hair=0D
was left to trail down his back, and Alan was forced to sit as a=0D
thick white goo was worked into his hair. After a few minutes, his=0D
scalp was burning, but no one paid him the least attention. =0D
Finally, the hairdresser put his head back in the sink and rinsed=0D
his hair thoroughly for nearly twenty minutes. Now another lotion=0D
was being rubbed in. Alan couldn't see himself, they had covered=0D
the mirrors. When she came to the single lock down his back, she=0D
seemed almost to be painting. Rinsed again, now he could see what=0D
had been done to him.=0D
=0D
His hair was pink and that tail was purple. And so short! =0D
The hairdresser looked at Alan in his black spandex jumpsuit with=0D
the big chrome industrial zipper running down between his legs and=0D
snickered.=0D
=0D
"Listen, Dearie, I can't wait for you to overcome your little=0D
moustache problem and come into my shop for a total beauty=0D
treatment. I'd love to help you stay pretty like this."=0D
=0D
This was part of Sheila's plan and Alan new it. Even after=0D
she had bonded the false pussy... Sheila called it a duralatex=0D
vagiform...to cover his male genitals, Sheila had made sure that=0D
the hairdresser knew exactly what was being done to him.=0D
=0D
Alan was setting out tomorrow's changes under Sheila's strict=0D
eyes. Six changes to plan for, with accessories and make up to=0D
suit. Looking at what was now laid out made him feel even more=0D
sick and anxious.=0D
=0D
Alan had a hot, perfumed, bubble bath, followed by a mud mask=0D
facial. Sheila laced him into a wasp waisted corset that pushed=0D
his breasts up high and compressed his waist substantially. From=0D
26 inches to 21, Alan felt cut in half. But scarier was the fact=0D
that the edges did not meet in back. It was going to get worse.=0D
=0D
There were ankle boots with ballet toes and no heels that=0D
locked his feet straight and stiff. Satin mittens that buttoned up=0D
to his elbows made his hands useless. Finally, after rubbing skin=0D
creams into his face, Sheila laced a lined satin helmet about his=0D
head. A rubber sponge filled his mouth. He could breathe through=0D
it but barely. The mask made him blind, deaf, and dumb.=0D
=0D
Sheila arranged her subject on the bed, his big breasts=0D
thrusting upwards nicely. Using wide satin ribbons from D-rings at=0D
his toes and hand pods, Sheila pulled Alan spread-eagle on the=0D
black satin sheets. The white satin of Alan's bondage contrasted=0D
fabulously. It was all going perfectly.=0D
=0D
Lastly, Sheila wheeled over a drip stand with a fat enema bag=0D
hanging from it. Into the bag she poured a powder and a big=0D
pitcher of water. `X Industries Destabilized Animal Fat', that's=0D
just what this sissy needs, thought Sheila. This stuff was reduced=0D
to a ratio of sixteen to one so that one ounce equaled a pound of=0D
fat. Sheila added another drop of M-X to the mix and fixed a long=0D
plastic tube from the bag to the white access tube jutting so=0D
conveniently from Alan's mouth.=0D
=0D
So tomorrow, my little sissy will be ten pounds heavier, and=0D
with the M-X, it will go to all the right places. Sheila couldn't=0D
help giggling to herself as she watched the treacherous fluid=0D
beginning to drip into Alan's sponge gag. He would have to drink=0D
every drop just to breathe. And in the morning, when all his=0D
clothes are tight...maybe even too tight to get on! Sheila found=0D
herself laughing out loud and not ever wanting to stop.=0D
=0D
*********=0D
=0D
Alan carried the tray carefully into Sheila's bedroom. His=0D
dress was much too tight to go quickly. Thank God it was a=0D
stretchy fabric. At least he had been able to wiggle into it. And=0D
the way his breasts stuck out was really embarrassing. They hadn't=0D
looked this big last night. A 38C bra hadn't fit this morning, and=0D
now the 40D felt a little snug.=0D
=0D
"Good morning, Sheila. Your breakfast is served."=0D
=0D
Sheila eyed her latest undertaking. Look at the butt on this=0D
one. Alan had to be 40 inches across the hips and he was much more=0D
busty now. Alan couldn't keep the sway out of his hips now when he=0D
walked, and his hobble skirt only served to accentuate his feminine=0D
gait. But then, there was that silly moustache.=0D
=0D
"Good morning, Alana. How did you sleep?"=0D
=0D
Fearing some trick, Alan smiled. "Very well, thank you."=0D
=0D
Alana, I don't want you calling me by name anymore. Please=0D
refer to me as Ma'am and, whenever I enter or leave a room, I'll=0D
expect you to curtsey."=0D
=0D
"Yes, Ma'am."=0D
=0D
"And keep your eyes down. Speak only when spoken to. I want=0D
to see your hands limp at your sides unless doing something at my=0D
direction. And stand with your back very straight and shoulders=0D
back."=0D
=0D
Alan made the various adjustments as Sheila spoke. Visibly=0D
chastened, he docilely followed behind his Mistress as she=0D
showered, dressed, and prepared to leave.=0D
=0D
At the door, Sheila stopped to give final instructions. =0D
"Alana, I want you to have this place immaculate when I return, or=0D
I'll put you over my knee."=0D
=0D
*********=0D
=0D
How could he clean dressed like this? Alan put down the lame=0D
stole that matched his long formal dress and polished the table. =0D
In two hours, he had put the entire downstairs right. Lunch was a=0D
tossed dry salad with diet soda.=0D
=0D
Now he was settled in, dressed head to toe in clinging black=0D
velvet, watching soap operas. Would Sheila really tape them and=0D
ask him questions about them? This was getting out of hand, how to=0D
escape?=0D
=0D
At dinner, Alan was a vision in blue taffeta and, after=0D
dinner, a vixen in red satin. After all his changes were set out,=0D
and Alan was bathed, his routing changed.=0D
=0D
"Put this on."=0D
=0D
`This' was a black rubber girdle, heavily boned, with two hard=0D
prongs built into the crotch. Alan whimpered as first the longer=0D
fatter one was inserted and then driven deep into his false vagina,=0D
exciting his cock under it. It was soon followed up his rear by=0D
it's mate. Alan laced up the girdle, pushing and pulling his=0D
bottom into two perfect globes. Then came the corset, the hand=0D
pods, and the heel-less boots. Was it the same corset? It seemed=0D
even narrower in the waist. Helmeted and spread-eagled, Alan=0D
couldn't see Sheila hook up another bag of forced fat feeding. But=0D
this time she added a few new goodies.=0D
=0D
Lactamorphonate-M. A dangerous test hormone designed to=0D
induce milk production in cows. First tested in the dairy=0D
industry, human females had been exposed by accident and found=0D
their breasts converted to constantly flowing milk factories.=0D
=0D
A mild stimulant and aphrodisiac were blended in. The tube=0D
was hooked up and Sheila made sure that Alan was getting his=0D
hormone milkshake. Then she attached two wire leads to the plugs=0D
filling Alan's holes. The vibrations made Alan go rigid. For the=0D
rest of the night, at random intervals, Alan would have a vibrator=0D
going in either his pussy, ass, or both.=0D
=0D
Sheila couldn't wait for tomorrow.=0D
=0D
*********=0D
=0D
Alan tried to tell Sheila, but she wouldn't listen. Those=0D
things inside him had been vibrating. They really had! And now=0D
his breasts were even bigger. Only his 44D bras fit right now. =0D
His skirts still fit, but all his dresses and blouses were=0D
ridiculously tight across the bust. Looking at himself, in the=0D
mirror, in his exercise leotard, Alan knew how foolish he looked. =0D
So sexy, with a man's moustache.=0D
=0D
Sheila wouldn't listen to him beg. It was going to take going=0D
through whatever she had planned for him, before he could remove=0D
the moustache, and he was trapped for the duration.=0D
=0D
Why were his breasts growing so much? What was Sheila up to? =0D
When this was over and he was back to normal, Alan was definitely=0D
getting rid of Sheila. She was too damn dangerous.=0D
=0D
Exercise leotard. Nurse. Ballerina. Go-go girl. Cocktail=0D
dress. Today, it was all green and white. Alan had given up on=0D
trying to guess where Sheila was taking him. Time to get into his=0D
tutu and watch his soaps.=0D
=0D
*********=0D
=0D
Alan was in obvious discomfort. His corset was laced down to=0D
18 inches and his breasts were pumped up to 48DD's on M-X and his=0D
force fed diet. Sheila took notes as Alan struggled, tied to the=0D
bed. Hmm, third night on Lactamorphonate-M. Second night on=0D
Esterase-L. That one was a banned hormone used to put breeding=0D
stock in heat full time. human females exposed to it had become=0D
sexually insatiable. Now was the night to start him on=0D
Detestosterone. This hormone attacked any male hormone in the=0D
subject's body. It created a craving in the subject to remedy the=0D
loss of hormonal balance, since every normal human body produces=0D
both male and female hormones. Those exposed became addicted to=0D
male hormones, needed them in their system. Source of first=0D
preference was their species sperm. Won't Alan be surprised at all=0D
the special things about himself?=0D
=0D
Sheila grabbed one of Alan's massive breasts and squeezed. A=0D
stream of milk shot up into the air.=0D
=0D
Good! Sheila thought. By tomorrow he'll be a regular cow,=0D
pumping himself twice a day. I can't wait to see him drink his own=0D
milk.=0D
=0D
*********=0D
=0D
Alan sat at the kitchen table. The electric pump hummed=0D
noisily. How can this be happening to me?=0D
=0D
One container was full and Alan was busy filling the second. =0D
Trying to put on a bra had brought forth a flood of milk. Alan=0D
panicked, but Sheila had explained that this was just a rare, but=0D
expected, side effect of the feminizing process. If Alan did as he=0D
was told everything would be alright. So Alan had learned to use=0D
the breast pump and now had to pump himself every other hour. It=0D
wasn't hard to tell when he was overdue; his breasts felt like they=0D
would explode.=0D
=0D
Alan switched the bottles and watched as the third was half=0D
filled before he went dry. Adjusting his nursing bra, Alan carried=0D
the bottles to the refrigerator. Neatly lined up inside were=0D
another ten. At this rate he might fell thirty a day. And he felt=0D
so hot. Itchy. He kept rubbing his false vagina trying to find=0D
some relief. Alan had looked for his dildo girdle, but couldn't=0D
find it.=0D
=0D
That afternoon as Alan pumped himself yet again, he found=0D
himself looking at the crotches of the men on television, not=0D
realizing that he was doing so. I wonder what it would be like...=0D
=0D
*********=0D
=0D
Sheila sat in the study and reviewed her lover's progress. =0D
His breast growth had stopped at 55DD and Alan was pumping out more=0D
than twenty ounces of milk every two hours. His uncorsetted waist=0D
was down to 18 inches, while his hips had been compressed to stay=0D
at 40. He now stood 5'2" and weighed 147 pounds, mostly tits and=0D
ass.=0D
=0D
This evening when Sheila had shown him a much more=0D
aggressively endowed version of the latex girdle, Alan had been=0D
quite willing to impale himself and insert the leads. Even now,=0D
she could hear him sighing thorough another orgasm. The hormone=0D
drip was eagerly devoured after Sheila had added a touch of sperm=0D
to the brew. In a short time, she had taken Mr. Wall Street and=0D
turned him into a balloon titted cow, constantly in heat, and dying=0D
for a cock to suck.=0D
=0D
The fool probably thought that this was all over a moustache. =0D
Hardly! Sheila wanted to be rich and Alan certainly had been. =0D
Tomorrow, Alan would be drugged and taken to a clinic where he=0D
would undergo the surgery which would make him a complete woman. =0D
If things went okay there, it wouldn't be long before Alan got what=0D
was coming to him and so would Sheila.=0D
=0D
*********=0D
=0D
Alan felt awkward. The new gleaming black corset did a lot to=0D
support his enormous swollen mammaries, but to actually walk around=0D
with his breasts bare, with little clear plastic cups catching the=0D
milk that leaked out to run down tubes to the collection bottles=0D
mounted on his hips! His panties were crotchless and the smell of=0D
sex followed everywhere he walked. And the men! He couldn't keep=0D
his eyes off them. Had that stretch in the hospital turned him gay=0D
or what?=0D
=0D
"Thank you for coming tonight." Sheila stood tall and=0D
glamorous in the middle of the room. "I know the circumstances are=0D
odd but Alan wanted it this way. All his life, Alan knew he was a=0D
woman in a man's body. He has gone through terrible trials to=0D
correct nature's mistake. He has worn a little stage moustache=0D
tonight to remind you of the old Alan and tonight he'll remove it,=0D
to show you the new Alana."=0D
=0D
The guest were staring at Alan and at, what was obviously, a=0D
vagina nestled between his legs and made conspicuous by the=0D
crotchless panties he wore. They marvelled at the bizarre fittings=0D
on his breasts, indeed at the massive size of his tits. Alan was=0D
oblivious to his surroundings and had been for some time. He wasn't=0D
even aware that he no longer wore an artificial pussy. His=0D
thoughts were kind of vague; so what if the moustache is gone? So=0D
damn what. Just look at that hunk over there!=0D
=0D
"So if Alan will come up and sign a few documents, we can move=0D
the evening along." Alan signed a petition for a name change from=0D
Alan Ross to Alana. That was going to be his full name, just=0D
Alana! He gave power of attorney over all of his affairs to=0D
Sheila, and then deeded all his property and transferred all his=0D
assets to her. He could never deny it. Everyone had seen him sign=0D
away his fortune.=0D
=0D
Most of the people drifted off, dazed at the spectacle of Alan=0D
so naked and degraded. But some stayed. Special people, friends=0D
of Sheila who had been promised a party like no other. Strong=0D
hands picked, the now tiny Alan, up and placed him, breasts down,=0D
in a metal frame. His big boobs swung free. A latex head harness=0D
that left his face free was first laced tightly on and then used to=0D
force his head up, facing directly ahead. A thick O-ring forced=0D
his jaws wide. Alan's legs were separated and tied with padded=0D
cuffs to rails that left his entire crotch exposed and ready.=0D
=0D
Someone entered Alan's new sex from behind. It felt so good=0D
to him. Now, someone was taking out an enormous cock and feeding=0D
it to him. Alan's throat opened to engulf the hard rod. It only=0D
took a few slight adjustments to the frame and Alan was enjoying=0D
his first deep throat.=0D
=0D
The pull of gravity on his breasts wasn't enough to keep the=0D
milk flowing. His breasts were taut with pent up milk. Alan's=0D
little hands kneaded and pulled at his mams, drawing the milk out. =0D
Milking himself, while being filled at each end, Allen couldn't=0D
remember how he had gotten here, except that Sheila had been so=0D
good to him to get him so much action.=0D
=0D
Sheila stood back and watched as her former lover, now simply=0D
a horny slut and not good for much other than as a party favor for=0D
the male guests, performed. Amazing! It's like this was what all=0D
he,..I mean, she.. was meant to do her entire life. Whatever, it's=0D
all she'll ever do from now on. Sheila looked back as she went off=0D
to another part of the party. Alana was working on a new set of=0D
cocks. I wonder if Alana will ever remember having been a man, or=0D
if she'll even care. =0D
=0D
Alana never saw Sheila go. Someone changed her bottles and=0D
she was perfectly content.=0D
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FIN=0D
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