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Hi.
Here we have a story which I found a while ago. I asume that this
will be a repost, but I don't know for sure. I didn't saw this story here.
As ever I didn't write this story and didn't put any claim on it. Any
constructive comments are welcome and flames > /dev/null.
I hope some people will enjoy the story
Ciao
Nostrumo
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Herlez
by Sandy Sullivan
It all seems to natural now, but when it all first started, I
wasn't sure what to think of it. I was in my third year of
college, when I met her. She was absolutely perfect to me.
She had a gorgeous very shapely body, shoulder length beige
blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and her voice sounded like music.
She was very self confident and assured, and I was infatuated
with her. I spent every waking moment thinking about her but
just could not get up enough courage to approach her. I was
only 5'6" and had a very small bone structure for a man, I also
had little body hair and had not yet started to grow a beard.
Doctors had told me not to worry that I was just going to be a
person who matured late.
Our first date went like most usually do, dinner, dancing,
ending with a cordial but definite goodnight at her door. But
on the second date, her dominant nature became apparent, she
suggested we skip the dancing and go back to her apartment. We
started kissing and soon we were undressed and in each others
arms. She asked me if I would let her dress me up in her
clothes. I was surprised at her request and somewhat perturbed
that she assumed the idea would be acceptable to me. She
assured me it would be great fun, and since I didn't have any
body hair or beard at all, it would be easy.
She gave me a quick scented bubble bath, and dried me off. She
quickly helped me put on one of her bra's and a pair of her
panties. Then she showed me how to tuck my penis back between
my legs so that I showed no bulge in the panties. After this,
she grabbed a garter belt and some stockings and helped me put
them on. Now the bra still looked pretty stupid without
anything filling it, so she went over to her drawer and pulled
out a pair of breast forms and placed them into the bra. I
asked her why she had them and she promptly stated that she had
them because she absolutely loved men in dresses and kept them
for just such occasions. I was a little disturbed that this
wasn't just a spontaneous idea, but she was positive with every
thing and seemed to be excited that I had agreed to let her
dress me.
Next she sat me down to do my hair. My hair was past my
shoulders to about the middle of my shoulder blades on my back,
and I had never really cut the sides either, so she was pleased
with that. She started working on my hair with a heat curlers.
While the curlers were in, she starting putting make up on me.
It all felt pretty neat, especially the lipstick, it was so
creamy. Next came some perfume, and then she removed the
rollers and started working with my hair. She wouldn't let me
look at what she was doing.
She then led me back to her bedroom where she gave me a full
slip to put on and then a cute little dress for me to step into
it. It was somewhat low cut in front with lace edging and had
a full skirt. She put a belt on me and pulled it very tight to
pull my waist in and put a pair of her pumps on me. I was
surprised they fit. She then painted my fingernails a coral
pink and had me stand up. The pumps only had about 2 inch
heels and I had very little difficulty walking in them. She
led me over to the mirror, and I couldn't believe it was me.
Well, she then got dressed herself again, and we sat and drank
and talked for about half the night. At the end of the night,
she talked me into going home dressed the way I was. It was a
little scary, but she convinced me that no one was going to
realize who or what I was, so I did it. After that night, she
started dressing me up every time we got together. I was
really beginning to enjoy it, although I could not understand
why. We had never had intercourse and although we would kiss
and she would caress and fondle me she always stopped short of
allowing me to come. She taught me how to walk, talk, sit, and
everything else she could and started taking me out dressed
that way. She started giving me women's clothes, and within a
month after we started the little game, I would just get
dressed as she instructed before she would even pick me up. I
even started wearing dresses when we weren't getting together.
When classes were over at the end of the spring semester, we
had become inseparable, and I wanted to get engaged she said
that would not be possible until I had met her family. She
said I needed to meet them and they wanted to meet me and she
would not be able to give me an answer until then. I was very
disappointed but told her I would be glad to accompany to her
home for that purpose. She said if everything went alright at
the meeting we could spend the summer together there. I went
back to wearing my male clothes for our trip. I did not know
it at the time but she had packed most of my feminine clothing
in with hers.
When we arrived at her parents house, we were greeted by three
stunningly beautiful women. I was a little confused since she
had said that she had a brother.
That's when she explained to me that after months of constant
suggestions and encouragement from her mother and herself, her
father and brother realized what a troubled, dissatisfying and
unsuccessful life that they were living as males, and agreed to
let them start feminizing them.
The women immediately put them on female hormones and after
several years of hormones, certain other procedures, and
intensive training no one could possibly discover that two of
these beautiful women had originally been men. She introduced
her mother Victoria to me, and I could see where she got her
figure from. But I was really surprised to find out which ones
were her father and brother. They were even more shapely than
the genetic women, having much larger breasts. She told me
they both required D cups in their brassiere's. She introduced
them as Jaime' (had been her brother James) and Phyliss (had
been her dad) Phillip.
I asked how men could get such large breasts. She laughed and
said that they both had been given breast implants as her
mother had decided that they should be able to experience the
joy of being female to the fullest extent. They had also been
required to wear tightly laced corsets constantly to train
their figures.
When they had finally agreed with the women to submit to their
desires, they had both quit their jobs and enrolled in beauty
college to be trained for their new careers. Now they all
worked together in the family beauty salon that her mother
owned before getting married.
Pam then asked me what I thought about what they had done to
her father and brother. I said I was a little stunned, and
certainly found it unusual, but that it was quite interesting.
That's when she told me she expected me to let her do all of
that to me! She said it was all part of being accepted into
her family. To say I was shocked would certainly be an
understatement. The idea of actually having such things done
to you to look like a woman had never entered my mind. Sure, I
had been wearing womens clothing and makeup and letting her
style my hair, but that was just temporary, and even though I
had begun to really like it, she was talking about things that
would be obvious and could not be undone!
I said that I was surprised at her request and although I had
been agreeing with her requests so far I wasn't sure that I
wanted to get involved in looking like a woman for the rest of
my life. It was obvious that she was not pleased at my answer,
and she promptly reminded me of how much I enjoyed dressing up
with her. She then said I had asked her to get engaged and if
I expected her to agree to an engagement and eventual marriage
it must be on those terms. After a few moments I thought why
not agree, at least it might keep everyone from being too
upset, and I did not want to blow this first meeting with her
family. I could go along with them while I was here and when
we got back to school I could then convince her that she didn't
really want to do those things to me. Anyway I could go along
for a few weeks with the harmless things like wearing makeup
and clothes and I could always refuse if she wanted to go too
far. And besides it might be fun just for the summer, after
all it seemed like her brother and father were very happy in
their new persona. After some hesitation as they all waited
for my answer, I agreed to allow her to do everything she
wanted to do to me so I could become a member of her family.
She had made it plain that I would have to agree if I ever
expected to have a sexual relationship with her.
It was right after I agreed, that her mother left the room and
immediately returned with a syringe and gave me my first shot
of female hormones. I was surprised that they intended to
start so soon but since I had just agreed I had to accept the
shot and act like I was pleased.
I was then required to get dressed in the feminine clothes that
she had brought, and I spent the rest of the month that way,
having all of them help me dress, teach me how to apply makeup,
and styling and restyling my hair. All of her family worked in
the family owned beauty salon so each day Pam and I would do
all of the house work and meal preparation.
Since we were alone all day we were having a wonderful time as
she taught me how to cook and perform all of the other tasks
involved in housekeeping. Of course we spent a lot of time in
bed together and I must admit I had never been happier and my
earlier concerns about her desires to do things to me like they
had her father and brother had faded during this time. Even
though we were now engaged Pam would not allow intercourse but
she patiently instructed me in how to please her by using my
mouth and tongue. Within a week or two she no longer had to
fondle my penis as I began to climax with her while licking and
kissing her womanhood. My only concern at this time was each
day her mother would bring another syringe and inject me with
more female hormones.
Being injected every day was starting to worry me,as I thought
if this goes on all summer it might start affecting me before
we went back to school where I would have a chance to talk Pam
out of this crazy plan of hers.
She and the other girls decided that they should completely
restyle my hair as it wasn't really flattering and was a lot of
trouble to style. Since we had started going together she had
insisted that I keep letting it grow and now it was so long it
reached the middle of my back. While we were still at school I
had worn it in a ponytail most of the time, but since we had
been here the girls had all taken turns rolling, braiding, and
trying different things with it. But they all said it was just
too long and too straight.
Early Friday morning the whole family brought me to the
family's beauty salon, so they could work on me before the
regular appointments arrived. I really was hesitant to go but
they all insisted because it would make me look so much better.
They assured me that I would really enjoy the experience. As
soon as we arrived her mother immediately brought me to a
shampoo bowl and washed my hair. So far the girls had been
right, as she was massaging my scalp I had to admit I had never
had such a relaxing and pleasant experience when washing my
hair in the shower. She led me to her styling chair and began
to shape and trim my hair, this was surprising since Pam had
made so much over my long hair and wouldn't let me get it
trimmed all year. Slightly alarmed I asked Pam if she had
changed her mind and now wanted my hair cut.
Everyone had arranged chairs around us, as her mother had
directed, so they would be able to see everything. She told me
that she and her mother had discussed everything in advance and
she was sure that I was going to be very happy with the
results. I was still very nervous, but it had started to seem
to me after the first few days that everything they had
suggested to make me more feminine was very appropriate and I
was beginning to have this strange compulsion or desire to
submit. ( I did not know that the first effects of female
hormones were to cause mental changes and that I was already
beginning to think like a female , nor did I know that they
were giving me the injections every day because they were using
a highly soluble form of hormones that was rapidly utilized by
the body.
My wife explained this to me much later, only after she had
accomplished all of the changes she had planned. She said that
this method was actually a type of shock therapy designed to
cause the maximum amount of mental changes and chemical
castration as soon as possible. This would destroy my will to
resist and would cause me to become very submissive and
compliant.)
Her mother completed the trimming and now Jaime' and Victoria,
one on each side, were rolling my hair on small plastic sticks
they called rods. Victoria was telling the size rod she wanted
to use as they continued until all my hair was rolled tightly
to my scalp on these rods. The chair I was seated in was
facing a wall that had mirrors arranged so you could see the
front and both sides of yourself.
From the first day they had been applying makeup on me, trying
different combinations, and they had finally convinced me to
let them shape my eyebrows and now they were much narrower and
highly arched. Looking at myself in the mirror with full
makeup and my hair rolled on these small rods, I was amazed at
how much they had changed my appearance in such a short time,
and I began to tremble, whether with fear of what they were
doing to me or excitement because of it, I wasn't sure.
Pam opened a box and removed two plastic bottles, after opening
them she poured the contents of one into the other, put the
pointed top on it and vigorously shook it to mix it. She then
snipped the end off the pointed tip and began to apply this
strong smelling solution to my hair that was rolled on each of
the rods. As I didn't know what they were doing I asked Pam
why she was putting that smelly stuff on my hair. She replied
that was how you did permanent waves, you rolled the hair on
the proper size rod for the amount of curl you wanted and then
applied the perm solution to soften the hair and make it assume
the shape of the rods. I asked by permanent do you mean my
hair is going to stay in the shape of these small rods! The
whole family smiled as she said of course that's why we are
doing this, we want you to have a very curly perm. With a
curly perm for support, after we set and dry your hair it will
be fluffy, bouncy and very feminine. After she finished
applying the perm solution she placed a plastic bag over my
hair and fastened it in front with a small plastic clip. She
said it would take twenty minutes for the perm to process.
She turned my chair around to face the family and with a very
stern expression asked me why I had expressed concern about
having my hair permed. When I said that yes I was concerned,
and that going from straight hair to very curly hair seemed
like a very drastic step. She replied that getting your hair
permed might be new to me, but compared to the many other
things she had planned this was a very minor change.
She then asked if my concern over an everyday beauty treatment
meant I was having second thoughts about letting her do
everything to me that they had done to her father and brother.
When I hesitated, she reminded me in a very dominating voice
that I had agreed to those conditions in the presence of the
whole family, and that they had accepted me on that basis. She
was obviously upset with me and said that I was humiliating and
embarrassing her in front of her family by questioning anything
she wanted done to me. She then said that if I wanted to go
back on my word that she would take me back to their house as
soon as the perm was finished processing and I could leave
immediately! But if I did she would never see me again!
The silence in the salon was deafening, I kept opening and
closing my mouth but I could not make words come out, I wanted
to say yes and then I wanted to say no. My mind was speeding
back and forth from desire to continue our relationship to a
paralyzing fear of how far she would go in feminizing me. She
reached out and took my hand and led me back to the shampoo
bowl telling me the perm was through processing and we needed
to rinse the perm solution out and apply the neutralizer. As
we walked toward that area I realized that every member of the
family was staring at me obviously waiting for my answer. She
removed the plastic cap and rinsed my hair for several minutes,
and then blotted it with a towel. She then snipped the top off
of another squeeze bottle and began applying the neutralizing
solution to my hair, as she bent over me she said that the perm
was almost complete and as soon as she had rinsed the
neutralizer out and removed the rods that we were going back to
the styling chair and at that time If I did not confirm our
prior agreement that I would have to leave immediately.
Her voice was very cold and emotionless and her stern
expression hurt me very deeply. She said almost in a whisper
that if I let her do as she wanted she would make me very
happy, and that I would always be thankful that I had made that
decision. She also said if I decided against her wishes I
would never know the great joy that I could experience by
allowing her to change me into a woman.
She returned me to the styling chair and faced it to the
mirrors and started combing through my hair. My long hair was
now a mass of spiral curls and I realized what I would look
like if I had to leave now. She turned the chair around to
face her family and asked me if I intended to confirm my
earlier agreement to allow her to do to me what they had done
to Phyliss and Jaime. I was finally able to manage very weak
yes in reply. She then told me to raise my eyes up and look at
her and said do you agree that you will accept every treatment
or process that I want you to under go. I said in a slightly
stronger voice that I would. She then asked if I would agree
to have my body and face shaped by medications and surgical
procedures in whatever manner she desired, and I said yes that
I would agree to her every desire. At that moment she bent
down, placed her hands on each side of my head and turned my
face up for a kiss. As she kissed me she sucked out all of my
breath and pushed her tongue as deeply as it would go into my
mouth and then held my head tightly to prevent me from pulling
back. I began to feel faint and as she continued to caress my
mouth with her tongue I had a tremendous climax! It seemed as
if my whole body was just flowing out through my penis. When
she felt me relaxing from weakness she stepped back and said to
me I told you I could make you very happy. Everyone must have
known what had happened, but chose to ignore it to save me the
embarrassment, each one then kissed me on the cheek and gave me
a hug in acceptance of my submission.
I was totally shaken and confused by what had just happened,
but now understood that Pam had expected and planned this to
happen. While dressing me that morning she had tucked my penis
between my legs and placed a large sanitary napkin in my
panties explaining the pad was in case I got too excited and
had an accident. She then told me to pull my panties up snugly
to hold everything in place. She had never had me wear a pad
before so I thought it was unusual. Her comment about an
accident seemed odd at the time since we both had noticed that
it had taken me a long time last night to get erect. Obviously
she knew some things she wasn't telling me since I had just
filled that pad without having an erection! I didn't know such
a thing was possible.
Victoria then took charge and reminded everyone that was almost
time to open and for them to get ready for their first
appointments.
Pam helped me to the ladies room as my legs were still weak and
trembling. She had me stand and hold up my dress while she
removed my panties and sanitary napkin. She smiled and showed
me how much fluid was in the pad and asked if I had ever had a
better climax. I admitted that nothing had ever come close to
that feeling. She very sweetly washed me and then handed me a
fresh napkin and said that I should wear one all the time from
now on since once that first emission occurred I would be
likely to have what she called spontaneous emissions at almost
any time. I told her I didn't understand how that could happen
without having an erection. She said that I was already
beginning to receive the rewards she had promised me and that
now I would not have to worry about erections as I received
more hormones and other treatments I would soon have all of my
orgasms just like the other women did.
She then took me back to her mother who started rolling my hair
up on some hollow plastic tubes and secured them in place with
several metal clips. While she was rolling my hair her mother
told me that I had made a very wise decision and if I would try
very hard to accept her daughters wishes that I would began to
experi- ence wonderful feelings as I became more feminized.
She said that I was in the most difficult period right now, but
after the hormones began to take effect and my breasts started
growing I would really be very happy and would even become
impatient because I would want to have more and more things
done to me so I could be beautiful and feminine.I had been just
sitting there while she rolled my hair and not realizing it I
had actually been enjoying it and although I would not admit it
I was now actually anxious for her to finish with my hair
because I really wanted to see how pretty it would be. But her
comment about my breasts growing almost brought me back to
reality. I had secretly been worrying to myself because my
nipples had been so tender for the last couple of weeks and had
this wonderful tingling when I touched them.
I had not told anyone about this I guess because I didn't want
to face the fact that something was happening and I was
enjoying it. Obviously if my breasts did start growing I was
going to have a much harder time going back to my old self when
the summer was over. Worse yet was that I had started checking
every morning to see if they had grown any and now had to admit
it was because I was wanted them to. Oh' what was happening to
me I shouldn't be enjoying having my hair permed and be wanting
my breasts to grow BUT I WAS!
Pam came back just as her mother finished setting my hair and
she took me over to a row of hair drying chairs, placed a dryer
hood over my hair and handed me a some womens magazines, she
said she would check on me in a few minutes and turned the
dryer on.
I was just opening the first magazine when Jaime brought a
manicure table over and said Pam had told him to do my nails.
I found that a little strange since our first day at her
family's house she made me let them grow and had Jaime file and
polish them every few days, they even had a fresh polish job on
them now. She placed one of my hands on the table and began
removing the polish. We couldn't talk without shouting because
of the noise from the hair dryer, and the heat was making me
drowsy anyway, so I put the books down and closed my eyes for a
few minutes.
I guess I had been aware that she was doing a lot of shaping
and buffing but it felt so good napping I didn't even open my
eyes to watch.
Pam had turned the dryer off and was pushing on my shoulder to
wake me up. Jaime was gone, when I awoke and I smiled at Pam
and said that I must have been really sleeping. I looked at my
nails then and discovered that they were now very long,
extending at least 3/8" past the ends of my fingers. She saw
me looking and said those are ceramic nails and they have been
glued to yours. Jaime had done them in a deep vibrant red and
they were extremely shiny. I didn't know if I would be able to
do anything with them , but they were absolutely beautiful. I
must have been staring at them for a while because Pam asked me
if I liked them, not thinking I said Oh' I love them they are
so lovely, thank you for having them done. As soon as the
words were out of my mouth, I wondered why did you say that?
But the words had just sort of bubbled out. Even while I was
thinking I shouldn't say anything to encourage her I looked at
my hands and was thrilled all over again. ( If you are
thinking that I was confused, saying one thing and then
thinking another, you are right.I kept telling myself to try
not to show approval for what she was doing to me but I was
loving everything that was happening. I had even been thrilled
to see myself with my hair all set on the rollers. (I thought
to myself, quit resisting, you can change it all back as soon
as you get back to school. Why not go ahead and enjoy
everything now.)
Pam took me back to her mother's styling chair and Victoria
removed all the rollers and pins and then placed a shiny satin
like bonnet over my hair. Pam said that would protect my hair
while I was getting a facial. As we walked through the salon
that was now filled with patrons, I was conscious of the
swishing of my stockings and the clicking of my heels. I was
even more conscious of the fact that I liked the feel and sound
of them.
I had noticed that Phyliss, Jaime and I all had on heels, while
all the "real" women in the family were wearing low quarter
nurses type shoes. I also had noticed that Victoria wore
uniforms with pants and tops, and Phyliss and Jaime always wore
uniform dresses with hose and high heels. I was wondering if
there was some significance in this when I saw that of the
other beauticians working in the shop some wore pants and some
wore dresses. Pam noticed me looking all around,
and asked me what I was doing. I told her what I had been
wondering about and she began laughing and then said that I was
very perceptive because as far as she knew no one had ever
discovered that there really was a pattern in their dress
codes. She explained that everyone that had been born as
females wore pants as a symbol of their superiority, and those
who had been born male were never allowed to wear pants again.
She laughed again when she saw that I was puzzled and said come
on in the office with me and I will tell you all about it while
we wait for Phyliss to finish with her present appointment.
She said that many years ago her mother had a continuous
problem keeping beauticians at work. They were always getting
pregnant or moving away when they got married and that most of
the young ones were just working until they could find a
husband anyway. During this time a young man had come in her
salon and asked her if she would be willing to style his hair.
She said of course she would and told him when to come back for
his appoint- ment. When he returned he had even brought a
picture of how he wanted his hair to look, she said that
picture in the frame on the corner of mothers desk is the one
she took of him when she had finished. I saw a pretty face and
a curly hairstyle that had been popular some years back, as I
remembered several of the ladies at the orphanage where I had
lived had worn their hair in that style, and it seemed they
were always going to the beauty salon to as they said "have
their hair done". said that I didn't understand the connection
in that story. She replied that I had not heard the whole
story yet, she said that her mother had given him a perm and
set his hair and that when she had finished he had begun to
cry. Thinking she might have done something wrong she began to
comfort him and assure him that if any thing wasn't just like
he wanted she would do everything she could to make him happy.
He said that she had done his hair perfectly and that he was
just so happy he could not help but cry. As they continued to
talk she learned that he had always wanted to be a girl but
until he had graduated from school his mother who he still
lived with had made him live completely as a boy. He had been
unable to get a job in any of the normal male occupations of
the time and had become so despondent that his mother had let
him dress as a girl and let his hair grow. His mother was a
widow and they had been able to live on their social security
but now he would soon be too old and would not receive any more
checks. He would join the service just to have an income so
his mother and he could continue to keep their home. Since his
birthday was only six months away he had decided to have his
hair done and live as a girl until the last minute. After he
left Victoria continued to think about him to see if there was
any way she could help. Although she had refused to let him
pay her and told him to come back twice a week so she could
keep his hair looking nice, she still wanted to help him find a
way to be happy. She thought of the perfect way the next day
when her first appointment for the day arrived. Dr. Patricia
Manning was her gynecologist and long time friend, while she
was doing her hair she asked her if it really was possible to
change a man into a woman as she had read in some of those
tabloids. Dr. Manning assured her that it certainly was and
that during her surgical residency she had served on the gender
reassignment team of the foremost New York hospital and had
personally participated in the conversion of over twenty
formerly male patients.
Victoria learned some more of the details from her and then an
idea began to form of how she could solve her problem of
keeping beauticians and perhaps help that young man. She met
with the young man and his mother and offered to pay his way
through beauty college, hire him to perform all the cleanup and
maid duties at her shop, and pay for his complete change into a
woman. She asked in return that the son agree to work for her
at regular wages for as long as she owned a salon.
Of course they were thrilled at the offer and he, now she, has
been one of Victoria's most devoted and loyal employees since.
As time went on other young men became candidates for this
program, and by the time she had converted eight more, her
thoughts had turned to her sorry husband and worthless son.
Neither one could keep a job very long, and were always
drinking and getting in trouble. Victoria had noted that all
of her converts were polite, had very mild and sweet
dispositions, and were very subservient and respectful to her.
It was then that we decided to convert my father and brother.
You can see how successful that has been. Now all the female
members of this family are committed to each other that any
male brought in to this family must be completely converted and
trained to serve us and the welfare of the family. And now we
are very happy that you are joining us, and when you have been
properly prepared we can then get married.
I believe Phyliss has a free period now so lets get her started
on your facial. Pam told Phyliss she wanted me to have a
complete facial and to remove the regrowth on my eyebrows.
Phyliss had me lay back on the table, and began removing my
makeup she then put a pack on my face and placed some pads over
my eyes and told me to relax for ten minutes while the pack
worked. Next she removed the pack and placed some more pads
over my eyes and said she was going to turn the lights up
brighter so she could see better to work on my eyebrows. I had
mentioned to Pam several days ago that the hair they plucked
was growing back and she told me she had known that but she was
going to let Phyliss work on them.
When she began working it was really stinging and I told her it
sure was hurting more this time. She said it was probably
because the facial had made my skin tender. After what seemed
an eternity she finally removed the eye pads and began rubbing
my whole face with an astringent, boy did it burn when she put
it on my eyebrows. Finally she began to apply makeup again and
I was glad to be getting through in here.
Besides I had been wanting to see what my hair was going to
look like now that I had been given a curly perm.
Phyliss pressed the intercom and told P am I was ready. I
thanked her and she told me it was her pleasure, and that it
was always gratifying to her when she could help Victoria with
one of her projects and especially so since I was Pamela's.
She said she would never be able to thank her wife and
daughters for all they had done for her. Pam escorted me back
to her mothers chair and I noticed that there was no one in the
shop being worked on. When we reached Victoria's all of the
family and employees were in the immediate area and were
apparently waiting for "the unveiling". Victoria turned the
chair to face my audience, removed the bonnet, and began
brushing and combing my hair. As she worked it was obvious
some were making comments to Pam about me, and I could hear
every word, they were telling her how lovely I was, and what an
excellent choice she had made. I guess it was then that I
realized that she had chosen me, I had initiated our first
conversation and had thought that I had been in control of our
courtship. I now knew that control had been hers after the
first time I let her dress me in her clothes. Their comments
were embarrassing me, and I know I must have been blushing,
because I was starting to feel trembley and excited. I was
wishing Victoria would finish as I was anxious to see the
results my self. Victoria began spraying and placing my hair
with her fingers so I knew she must almost be through, at that
moment she stepped back, looked at Pam and said "well?". The
family and employees began oohing and aahing and as Pam turned
me to face the mirrors they began to applaud.
The creature in the mirror was absolutely gorgeous, perfect
make up, highly arched brows, and masses of flowing curls and
waves cascading down over her shoulders with some curls laying
in front of her shoulders. Pam was looking at me in the mirror
and when she caught my eye she gave me a questioning look, I
looked back at myself and told her "I love it and I love you
for doing it to me". Just at that moment Victoria handed her
something and she placed it on my ear. Holding my ear she said
I am going to pierce your ears now. I opened my mouth to
protest just as she squeezed, I felt a sharp pain, heard a
small pop and shuddered as I began another spontaneous
emission. When she touched my other ear my flow seemed to
increase, she pierced it and I fainted. When I came to
everyone except Pam and Victoria had gone back to their places.
They were both smiling at me when I came to and Pam was kissing
me and telling me how proud she was of me, Victoria was patting
my hand and told me how well I had done. Pam said as soon as
we get you cleaned up again, I am going to take you home so you
can rest you have really had a big day!
For the next six weeks Pam and I were alone at the house all
day, on the days the family was at work. We did housework and
she continued to teach me, only now she was teaching me how to
walk, sit, hold my hands, get in and out of a car, etc. I
didn't know there was so much to learn. Twice a week we would
go shopping for new clothes and to the salon to have our hair
and nails done. I had begun to relish being pampered at the
salon and was always anxious to go. After several weeks had
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Hi.
Here we have a story which I found a while ago. I asume that this
will be a repost, but I don't know for sure. I didn't saw this story here.
As ever I didn't write this story and didn't put any claim on it. Any
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2 Herlez______________________________________________by_Sandy_Sullivan_______
passed, I asked Pam why my eyebrows had not grown back in. She
replied because when Phyliss did them for you she used the
electrolysis machine to remove that hair permanently.
Strangely enough I was pleased to hear that and told Pam I was
delighted with my new eyebrows. She gave me a great hug and
told me how much she loved the way I was progressing.
For a while I had still been concerned about the daily hormone
injections, but for the last week or so Pam had been giving
them to me and I had started looking forward to my injection.
My breasts had started growing as Victoria said they would and
now that I could see that growth I was really anxious for them
to grow faster. I even had to remind Pam one day that it was
at least an hour past the time for my hormones. She appeared
to be delighted that I had reminded her. I had been so happy
here and now realized that the euphoric state that I was living
in was the result of the hormones. I was like an addict now, I
had actually begun to crave the feeling of those wonderful
hormones entering my body. I now knew that if I stopped
receiving them I would lose this wonderful feeling. I did not
know why, I only knew I had to have them!
All too soon the summer was over and we must return to college
and I asked Pam what we were going to do, As I could not return
and take up my old identity and schedule looking like this.
What's more I said I don't want my old identity back, even if I
have to quit school! Pam was ecstatic with my outburst, and
was laughing loudly, I was suddenly crying and stamping my heel
at her laughter. She held me and tried to tell me she wasn't
laughing at me, but that she was just laughing because she was
so happy that I wanted to continue as I was. Then she told me
how precious I had looked crying and stamping my high heels at
her and we were both crying and laughing together.
She said I had nothing to worry about Dr. Manning had arranged
to have my name and school records officially changed.
When we got back to school, we arranged to close my apartment
and move me into hers, since we had both lived off campus there
was no problem of who lived with who. She reminded me that I
didn't need my male clothes any more and promptly disposed of
them all. After moving just a few personal items, books, and
pictures, we sold everything else of mine and went on a
fabulous clothes shopping spree, most of them being for me.
Just before we returned to school Dr. Manning had changed the
type and dosage of my hormones and although I only received one
injection a week now my body had really begun to blossom. I
had experienced several bad weeks when changing to the new
regimen, having bouts of depression, alternating with fantastic
highs and lately had not experienced any spontaneous emissions,
unless Pam and I were making love. But now my body seemed to
have adjusted to the new hormone regimen and if possible, I was
even more pleased to receive each injection. My breasts were
really growing now, and my nipples actually seemed to glow with
excitement.
We settled in for the school year and she worked diligently,
shaping, training, molding and making me into her dream mate.
Pam had started my figure training the very first week, and I
was getting used to the constriction of my waist, as I wore a
tightly laced corset at all times. I was only allowed out of
them morning and evening for two hour periods. My body had
started moving fat from my waist to my bust and hips and I was
beginning to like my new shape. Pam's studies in graduate
school were much harder than mine and it seemed quite natural
and proper for me to assume the household duties. This meant
that when I wasn't in class or studying I was cleaning,
cooking, washing and ironing, and even going to the market and
running all of the other errands that are always so necessary
in any home. At first I was hesitant to venture out in public
and to go to class but her constant assurance and encouragement
had me soon delighting to go out as I now knew that my
appearance was impeccable and I only had to remember to speak
softly and keep my voice in a higher register. I did not have
any classes on Wednesday afternoon so Pam arranged a standing
appoint- ment for me with the electrolysis instructor at the
beauty college. Over a period of months she removed the few
hairs from my face that resembled whiskers, shaped my neckline
into a more feminine pattern, removed all of the hair from my
armpits and lately had been removing hair in my pubic area.
Pam had instructed her to remove all of the hair close to my
penis, on and around my scrotum, and back to and in the anal
area. The only hair I had left was on my head, which by the
way had been growing much faster and thicker, my highly arched
eyebrows, my eyelashes, and a tiny odd shaped patch above my
penis. Each Tuesday evening and Saturday evening we both went
to the beauty college, which was owned by her mothers sister,
to have our hair and nails done. Although having my hair done
in a salon was becoming routine, I continued to enjoy each trip
immensely, and even though I hadn't got quite as excited as the
first time Pam would good kid me about loving to be pampered
and spoiled. Of course she was right, I was now absolutely
thrilled by every thing feminine, and delighted in beautiful
lingerie and clothes. Since we had returned to school I had
not ever been allowed to wear any type of pants, and always
wore heels, I didn't even own a single pair of flats.
I had really come to love high heels and was constantly wanting
to go shopping for more.
One Saturday after having our hair and nails done I convinced
Pam that I just had to have some new pumps to go with my new
fall clothes. She laughingly agreed telling me how delighted
she was with me because of my exhibition of such a purely
feminine instinct. I found a perfectly adorable pair of
chocolate brown lizard pumps with 4" heels and a darling ankle
strap, I loved them so much I just had to wear them out of the
store.
On our way out of the mall Pam stopped to look at some earrings
in a shop window, as we were looking I saw a set of three
different sized loops in an unusual twisted design and told Pam
I thought they were really nice. Pam had three piercings in
each ear and had several matched sets of loops but none of them
were this unusual.
We went in the shop and Pam asked the attendant to show her the
set. I noticed a chair in the front of the shop window and
went to it to sit down. I had been too anxious to wear my new
heels and the extra height was already causing my calf muscles
to cramp. Pam purchased the set and she and the attendant came
up to the chair where I was sitting. Pam said "Do you really
like these earrings?" I replied "Oh yes, they are very unusual
and I find them quite attractive." At my answer Pam reached
over and removed my pearl studs. I still had not mastered that
action with my long ceramic nails, for some reason I always
fumbled with them. I said " I don't think they will look as
good if you break up the set."
Pam said "I know." and taking the instrument from the attendant
pierced my left ear twice.
As she made the first hole I climaxed in my napkin. (since my
now flaccid penis was always tucked downward I could feel the
hot liquid flowing between my thighs which made me very
excited) When she pierced my right ear I came again. In a
moment or two I noticed my reflection in the front glass of the
shop, from what I could see of myself surely everyone passing
by must know what had happened. My eyes were opened widely and
with the slack jawed look I had, surely they could tell. I
started trying to compose myself as Pam helped me from the
chair. As we started to leave the shop the attendant was
smiling and said "Do come again, I liked having you shop with
us." I was so embarrassed I knew she understood what had
happened to me and was almost certain some of the people
passing by knew what was going on also. Pam asked why I was
blushing so much, and putting her arm around me, pulled me to
her and kissed me right in the middle of the mall. Shocked, I
said "Pamela, what will all of these people think?" She replied
"Oh they will think it is just a couple lesbians getting off on
each other in public." I probably turned at least two shades
redder at that answer, and must have started walking even
faster toward the exit because Pam said laughingly " What is
your hurry? I said " I am so embarrassed let's please hurry
home." Not much was said on the ride home, but when we entered
our apt. Pam asked what was wrong because I had been so quiet.
I answered, " I have been thinking about what you said in the
mall, about people thinking we are lesbians. I guess that is
really the truth." Pam asked "Does that bother you?" I replied
"No I don't think so, it is just that it had never occurred to
me before." Pam said " Have you begun to realize that what I am
doing to you is making my own personal lesbian, actually custom
made to my design." I said. "Tonight it finally became clear,
that is what you are doing to me is making me over just the way
you want. Pam I love what you have done to me , Please don't
stop until I am exactly like you want me to be." Pam replied
"You have progressed so well that I have no intention of
stopping now."
I had assumed that we would be going back to her family home
for Christmas vacation. But Pam promptly told me we would be
staying in the city as there was still a lot to be done. She
took me to a plastic surgeon who changed the shape of my cheek
bones, and put collagen in my lips to make them fuller and
puffier. Pam said that she wanted me to look sexy like some of
the new movie actresses. My eyebrows were lifted and my lids
tightened and my nose was made small and slender. She even had
my voice changed through surgery so that I was now a low
soprano.
By the end of the spring semester I had been injected daily and
then weekly with what must have been very high doses of
hormones, for almost a year. I now had full A cup breasts.
From the first day, that day when Victoria injected me with my
first dose of female hormones, Pam had kept me on a very strict
diet and exercise program. During the first six months I had
lost a great deal of weight, most of that being muscle loss due
to being on a low protein diet. After that time Pam completely
changed my diet and began stuffing me with milk and other fatty
foods. I had in the last five months gained back all I had
lost plus some. It appeared that most of it had been deposited
on my hips, buttocks and thighs. It felt really great having
that big difference in my hips and waist, and I did not seem to
be able to stop admiring my new shape. In fact I would spend a
lot of time in front of the mirror admiring and caressing my
breasts, hips and nice round butt and would always reach
several climaxes. I should explain that by this time, not only
could I no longer could get an erection, but when I climaxed my
juices just would flow out of my limp penis. I had to wear
Kotex Super-Maxi pads in my panties all the time to absorb the
flow, since Pamela seemed to delight in telling me how
beautiful I was becoming and was constantly playing with my
breasts or rubbing my buttocks even when we were in public and
this would produce an almost instant flow.
Pam never let me wear pants at all, not even a pants-suit, and
I never wore less than 3 inch heels. I always had on full
makeup, my ears were triple pierced and my fingernails were
long, bright red, and shiny. When Pam took me to her family's
home for the summer break she said it was time for me to have
my breast implants to balance my appearance.
We went straight to the Doctor's office and Pam told her we
were ready to enlarge my breasts. I had told Pam I didn't want
huge breasts,like they had done to her father and brother and
that B or a C cup at the most would be fine. Both she and the
doctor agreed to this stipulation.
The doctor told me that to get the best results, she would use
a two step procedure. She would insert a special implant that
could be enlarged later. Then when my stretched skin relaxed,
she would go in and add more solution to shape them properly.
She said this is the latest procedure for breast enlargement as
it helps prevents stretch marks.
When I came out of surgery I had B+ cup sized breasts. I
couldn't believe how large and heavy they felt. I was sure she
would only need to fill them out a little more in roundness,
since they were large enough but did not have quite the right
shape. What a delight my breasts were now! As soon as the
soreness was gone I loved to feel the bounce and swing as I
walked and climbed stairs. Each movement I made now would
cause my nipples to tingle as my breasts jiggled. Two months
later Pamela brought me back for Doctor Patricia to finish
filling the implants.
After I had removed my clothes, leaving only my corset, nylons,
and heels she had me lay on her table and put a little tent
between my chin and breasts, she said that was necessary
because she did not want me moving when I tried to see her
working. Since the table was so short she had me put my legs
in the stirrups and strapped them in. I had been given a
Demerol shot when we first arrived and was beginning to feel a
little drowsy but when she put injections of novocaine in my
breasts it really stung. She moved to the end of the table and
began examining my penis and testicles I wanted to protest but
the Demoral had really taken effect and although I could hear
what was being said, I was just too drowsy to move or talk.
She told Pamela that my penis was shrinking too fast and she
would have to start stretching it or it wouldn't be usable
because there wouldn't be enough skin left.
Although I couldn't see what she was doing I certainly knew it
when she began injecting my penis and testicles with novocaine.
She said while we were waiting for that to become numb she
would finish filling my breasts. I saw a huge syringe as she
held it up and pushed the air out of the needle she looked at
me and said that my implants had only contained a small amount
of liquid when she put them in and that this solution would mix
with what was already in them and would form a very natural
feeling gel. Although my breasts were now completely numb, I
had a sensation of pressure and a feeling of a heavy weight
being placed on my chest as she worked. I must have dozed off
completely because the next thing I knew Pamela was smiling
down at me and telling me to wake up. She helped me take my
feet out of the stirrups and sit up, as I swung my legs over
the side of the table to stand up I nearly lost my balance.
Pamela steadied me and told me it might take a few minutes to
get used to my new center of gravity. They must have put the
paper gown on me after Doctor Patricia had finished working on
me, I thought it sure was blousy, when I looked down at the
floor I couldn't see the toes of my shoes. Pamela held my arm
and guided me toward a floor to ceiling wall mirror. She faced
me to the mirror and raised the gown to my waist. My penis and
testicles were gone! My groin area now resembled that of a
female.
"Oh Miss Pamela what have you done to me?" I cried. " Doctor
Patricia has made some adjustments to improve your appearance.
Your testicles were removed so that they can no longer
interfere with the female hormones you are receiving. Your
penis is still there, it has just been pulled tightly back
between your legs. She installed a metal sleeve just behind
the head of your penis, a powerful elastic strap that is
connected to the back of your corset is attached to a ring on
the clamp. This will stretch your penis and keep it tucked
under. It was shriveling up and I want it stretched back out.
I do have plans for it and we will need all the skin we can
get.
Of course it will be impossible to get an erection with that
tight sleeve on it, but you haven't had one for a good while
anyway, have you. Beside that, look how smooth and feminine
you are now."was her reply.
She then laughed and said " You will have to be careful when
you sit down since you will have your penis and the clamp to
sit on."
Although I had never seen that part of either Jaime' or Phyliss
I had wondered whether they still had a penis and if they had
been castrated. However my curiosity had never been strong
enough for me to inquire about it. Frankly, I was probably
afraid of knowing just how much had been done to them.
I told her I was very worried about being able to enjoy sexual
feelings and wondered if I would have orgasms now that she had
castrated me. She promised that I would not have any problems
in that area but would be even more likely to experience a more
intense climax now that the female hormones would be free to
completely control my mind.
I couldn't hide the shock that hit me when I realized I had
actually been castrated! But she said she realized that I
might be surprised at what she had done but that she also knew
that I was so in love with my new body and appearance that I
must have wondered about what it would be like not to have
those ugly things hanging from my now beautifully feminine
body.
I had wondered many times if she planned to castrate me and
have my penis removed and had even fantasized about having my
own vagina. But fantasies aren't real! This was real. My
balls were gone forever!
Pamela reached up to my shoulders and removed the gown
completely with a flourish and said "Voila', your new breasts!"
No wonder I was having trouble finding my balance, they were
huge! "You were so insistent about not wanting breasts as
large as Jaime' or Phyllis, so we made them larger, you will
now fill double D cups." Pamela stated.
I could only stare, not only were they huge, they were
perfectly rounded and the brown circles around my nipples had
been stretched into almost 3 inch circles. I couldn't believe
what they had done, they had made them even bigger, after
agreeing not to. Pamela made a big fuss over them though,
saying how lovely they were, and how much it thrilled her for
me to have such large breasts and of course that began to make
me feel much better about them. I didn't realize that the
hormones had caused such great mental changes that every
suggestion to make me even more feminine would subconsciously
cause me to desire the changes she wanted. As I turned first
one way and then the other to see how they looked I became so
excited thinking these perfect breasts are mine, I have
beautiful, massive breasts all my own. Pamela had to steady me
and started giggling as she pointed to the puddle on the floor
as my juices ran down my legs. I could not help it, once the
initial shock of their size wore off I realized that this was
what I had really wanted.
From the first time I had checked to see if my breasts were
growing, even though I could not admit it to myself then, I was
envious of Phyliss and Jaime. I wanted to have even larger and
more perfect breasts than they had.
I turned to Pamela and said"Since I cannot hide my joy because
you have given me such beautiful breasts, I must apologize for
deceiving you when I said I did not want mine to be as large as
Jaime' or Phyliss had. I really thought that if I resisted you
would be even more determined to make them very large. From
the day that you first permed my hair and I saw how beautiful I
could be, I have dreamed that you would make me more feminine
in every way than anyone Victoria or you had ever done. I know
that I am being selfish but I want to be the one you are
proudest of, and love the most."
I had recovered from the surgery by the start of the spring
semester, but Pam never let up on her campaign to completely
remake me. At every opportunity she had something more
planned. She now started having my make up permanently done.
My lips were permanent- ly tattooed bright red. and my eye
liner was permanent. Of course we continued our weekly ritual
of shopping and going to the beauty salon twice a week to have
our hair and nails done. After my first perm Pam had always
instructed my stylist how to do my hair. Recently she had
changed it from the long spiral or rope curls and had the
stylist cut my hair in layers. It was still long, reaching to
my shoulder blades, but with my new perm the effect was now
more of a curly all over fluffy and very feminine look. I was
really excited and happy with this new style and was looking at
myself in every mirror I could find. Pam was delighted with my
fascination with my appearance and kidded me for being so
silly, as I could not seem to keep from constantly touching and
fiddling with my hair. She was right, I seemed to be getting
more scatterbrained and shallow by the day. In fact my studies
were becoming more difficult and I was really having to work
hard at concentrating on what I was doing. I had maintained a
4.0 grade average before I met Pam but they had slipped to 3.8
that semester and now I was having to drive myself in hopes of
graduating with a 3.0. Accounting and business were the
farthest thing from my mind lately, all I wanted to do was
think and daydream about all the beautiful things that had been
happening to me. I seemed to be in a continual state of
excitement and euphoria over becoming so feminine. All it
would take to break my concentration would be for my arm to
brush against my breast, or feel them bounce as I walked, even
nyloned thighs brushing together filled me with a rush of
ecstasy. My heart was so filled with love and gratitude Pam
would sometimes find me with tears in my eyes as we made love.
I assured her they were tears of joy and gratitude .
We both graduated in May, me with a BS in accounting, and Pam
as a Doctor of Psychiatry. After graduation and the round of
parties and receptions we began packing to move to her home
town where I was to work for the family beauty business.
During the past year they had opened a wholesale beauty supply
business and were planning to open another salon. Pam would be
entering practice with Dr. Manning in a new partnership
specializing in gender reassign- ment.
During the Easter break we had flown to her home town to select
an apartment and furnishings. While we were there, Pam had Dr.
Manning examine me and take blood and urine samples. Dr.
Manning told me I was progressing quite well. After my exam
Pam dismissed me to the waiting room while she and Dr. Manning
held a lengthy conference. Since they were establishing a new
clinic I assumed that to be the subject, and thought nothing of
being excluded.
The movers completed loading all of our possessions by noon and
we were in the taxi on our way to the airport when I realized
we would be there a day before the movers. I asked Pam where
we would be staying until the apartment was ready. Pam said" I
will be staying with my family while you are in the hospital."
"In the hospital?" I asked. "Yes" she replied,"Dr. Manning is
going to perform the final operation tomorrow, you will be
admitted to our new clinic as soon as we arrive." Surprised I
asked apprehensively, "The final operation?, what is the final
operation." Pam replied, " Your penis is going to be inverted
to create a vagina, and your urethra will be shortened and
relocated. Additionally the flesh of your empty scrotum will
be used to create the proper appearance. Then you will be
completely female."
I suppose that I really wanted her to have my penis removed
because many times when I was looking at myself in the mirror I
had wished for it not to be there. As I would gaze at my
reflection and glory in my breasts, swelling hips and smoothly
rounded buttocks the presence of my male organ would ruin my
image.
In fact, she said after I was healed from the operation, she
would have a little surprise for me. Because of her assurances
I quit hesitating and agreed, truthfully I had for some time
been plagued by desire to be completely and totally female.
Throughout each day I would visualize my body without that ugly
limp penis and empty wrinkled scrotum and was excited by
thoughts of having beautiful sweet lips and a vagina like Pam.
To be truthful since my penis couldn't get hard anymore it was
just in the way and had become abhorrent and ugly to me.
As the taxi pulled under the covered drive I was quite
impressed . Pam saw my appraisal and when I commented that it
must have cost a lot of money she explained that this used to
be a Womans Hospital that delivered children, and performed
surgeries unique to females. They were able to buy it at a
greatly reduced price from the federal government, after it had
been seized from the former owners for tax evasion. Pam said
she thought it appropriate that a Womans Hospital would now be
creating women.
Pam and Dr. Manning planned to accept transsexual candidates
from all over the world. They had converted two of the floors
to apartments for their out of town clients to live in during
their two year conversion period. We were met at the door by a
nurse who showed us to the room I would be using. I noticed
that some of the rooms had extra locks and wire glass windows
in the doors and asked what they were used for. Pam said they
were to be used for unwilling candidates. "Unwilling I
asked?". Yes we have many requests from women, sometimes
mothers, but mostly wives who want their sons or husbands
converted."replied Pam. "Since they are brought to me under
restraint, and always become hysterical when they discover what
is in store for them, I commit them for treatment and these
rooms are used until they accept their fate."Pam said. "To be
quite frank, once our services are widely known we expect to
have more unwilling patients than we can handle and are already
planning an expansion.
My room was very nicely decorated in a very feminine manner,
and only the hospital type bed and outlets identified it for
what it was. Pam said," it is now mid afternoon, Doctor
Manning plans to begin operating at 6:00 PM, I am going to the
house to get settled in but I will be back by five. The nurse
will start prepping you now and I will see you in a little
while. As directed by the nurse I disrobed and stood in the
bath tub. She scrubbed me from my waist to my knees with an
orange colored disinfectant soap and rinsed me off with the
detachable showerhead. She then painted me with an orange
colored solution in the same area carefully rubbing it into the
crack of my butt, the folds of my empty scrotum and all over my
penis. I noticed how she looked at my penis, it had now been
stretched until it was at least a foot long. It did look very
strange, being attached to an otherwise feminine body. While I
stood naked in the tub to dry the nurse removed her rubber
gloves and brought me one of those too short, open in the back,
hospital gowns to put on. She told me to remove my makeup and
nail polish and watched silently as I did as I was told. When
I had finished she told me to bed over the bed and she gave me
a shot in the hip.
She had seemed to be very cold and distant and the extent of
our conversation had been her telling me what to do. She
surprised me when as she removed the needle she bent over me ,
kissing me on the cheek and reached under my butt and squeezed
my penis. " I'll see you again when this ugly thing is gone.
Then you will be one of us" with that statement she turned on
the television set and left me alone in the room. I looked for
a channel selector or a remote control but found neither one.
Well I guess I just have to watch what is on. I got on the
bed, raised the head up, laid back and prepared to watch. My
thoughts were all jumbled, thinking how sudden this was
happening, and also how much I thought I had wanted this to
happen, but now I was beginning to feel the first pangs of
fear. The t v came on about then and captured my attention
just as I was getting drowsy. Welcome to The Womans Clinic ,
we are dedicated to making you the most perfect woman you can
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