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From: nostrumo@nienor.in-berlin.de
Subject: TG: A Change of Life-Style by Sandy Sullivan
Date: 4 Nov 1995 01:59:56 +0100

			A Change of Life-Style
				  by
			    Sandy Sullivan
			     Chapter One

	Marty Williams was in about as deep an emotional shock as a
human can get and still exist. He had just left a meeting of the
employees of his group where they had all been given their termination
notices. Marty just could not believe it! He had graduated at the head
of his class and had been sought after by every prominent engineering
firm in the nation. How could he not be needed just three years later?
Oh he knew the recession had been getting worse and with the huge cut
back in defense spending his company had been scrambling to find other
work. But to be laid off was unthinkable.

	Being laid off was bad enough, but what was worse he had
gotten married only six months before and it had taken all of his
savings to make the down payment on the house his new wife demanded.
Marty knew he was being irresponsible, but Joan had made it very clear
before their marriage that she expected him to provide her with a high
standard of living. Even while they were dating Joan had been very
demanding, but for some perverse reason the more demanding and
authoritarian Joan became the more infatuated with her Marty became.
In his more reflective moments Marty realized he was setting himself
up for more emotional torment and stress by continuing to see Joan but
somehow her imperious manner seemed to excite him all the more. After
their marriage he had been shocked when Joan would not allow coitus
and required him to perform oral sex on her as their only means of
sexual relations. However he soon had been trained by her to come as
he performed oral sex by rubbing against the bed while bringing her to
climax. Marty certainly would have preferred a more conventional form
of satisfaction, even though he had no experience, he certainly had
gathered ideas from reading the girlie mags for years. Marty had been
a modern day rarity, he was still a virgin when he and Joan were
married. Marty had always been shy and being late maturing had been
small for his age and unable to compete for attention with the
athletes. But since Joan had not allowed any contact for a week when
he had been foolish enough to complain he soon learned life was much
more pleasant when he followed instructions. Oh my gosh, what is Joan
going to say now. No job and head over heels in debt how was he going
to make her happy now. Joan had quite openly shown her displeasure
when he had refused to hire a her a maid. His explanations of how he
could not afford such a luxury fell on deaf ears and she only said he
wasn't trying hard enough to please her.

	Joan was employed with a pharmaceutical firm but Marty had no
idea what she did there or how much she made although he did know she
held some sort of executive position... Joan had insisted that her
earnings were hers and that it was his duty to provide for her needs
and wants. Obviously Joan was going to have to help him financially
while he looked for another job. But Marty was not really looking
forward to that scene.

	"Well I don't suppose I have any choice do I?" said Joan. "But
since you have nothing else to do except mail out resumes you will
have to take over all of the household duties. I will expect you to
keep the house spotless and to cook the meals and have them ready when
I arrive home. I will write some instructions for you so you will be
able to perform those tasks that are unfamiliar to you. In the
meantime I will also inquire within my circle of acquaintances and try
to find some kind of work for you."

	Marty was very apprehensive this evening, it was Friday and
the fourth week had now passed since he had been laid off and he had
still not found another job. He knew Joan would not hesitate to show
her displeasure at being required to continue to support him. It had
been particularly humiliating to have to ask Joan for any money he
might need. She was very careful when she gave him a signed check that
it was always made out to the grocer or dry-cleaners. He could only
fill in the amount which of course had to match the sales ticket. She
only allowed him the exact amount necessary for taxi fare when he had
to go out shopping. He had sold his car and Joan had insisted he give
the money to her to help pay the mortgage payments on the house. Just
yesterday she had refused to give him money for a hair cut, saying he
could wait until he got a job interview. Joan even required him to
sign over his unemployment check to help pay the expenses of the
household. Joan was relentless in her criticism of his performance in
caring for the house. Although Marty worked endlessly cleaning,
cooking, ironing, shopping, washing and folding clothes, she always
found something that had not been done to her satisfaction. When he
pointed out that he was doing everything much better than when she was
doing it, she quickly turned this against him saying she had done the
household duties in addition to working full time, so certainly
someone who didn't work had plenty of time to do things better. She
also said he obviously had some hidden talents that enabled him to do
woman's work. Joan continued to insist that things would never be
satisfactory until he could provide her with a full time personal
maid. In his present financial condition that seemed impossible to
Marty so he could only suffer through her abuse. Joan had made it very
plain to him that he must satisfy her demands in regards to caring for
the house or he might find himself on the street homeless and hungry.
Knowing that Joan would surely make a big issue of his still not
finding a job Marty had slaved all day to make the house perfect and
to prepare Joan's favorite meal. The table was set to perfection and
he was mixing her martini exactly the way she liked it when he heard
her enter the door.

	"Well I believe I see some improvement in the house today! You
might be starting to get the hang of it," Joan said.

	"Thank you dear I have tried real hard to please you." Marty
said, bringing Joan her martini as she relaxed in her lounge chair.

	"I know you have dear, but I still think I should have a
personal maid to attend me." Joan replied.

	Knowing he was unable to provide her with a maid Marty could
only stand there silently and wait for her next criticism.

	"Don't just stand there, come remove my shoes and rub my feet,
you have no idea how tired your feet can get wearing heels all day."
Joan said. Kneeling at the foot of her chair Marty began to rub her
beautiful feet as she had commanded. Marty still resented her bossing
him around like this, but he knew he was going to do anything she
asked. What was a little humiliation when he could be close to the
fabulous beauty of Joan.

	"I don't suppose you have found a job yet, have you?" Joan
asked.

	"No dear I haven't" replied Marty. As he admitted his failure
he was overcome with shame and began kissing Joan's lovely feet while
sobbing "Please, don't be angry I have tried so hard. Please don't be
mean to me, I love you so much and I am trying to do every thing you
want."

	"Now dear you don't have to cry, I know you are trying in your
own way, and although you aren't pleasing me yet, I do appreciate your
efforts. Of course you know I won't completely pleased until I have a
personal maid. But I do have some good news for you," Joan said.

	"Good news?" Marty asked, raising his head.

	"Yes good news," Joan said "Come close and lie your head in my
lap and I will tell you all about it. I know you will be thrilled that
I have found a way for you to make money and be useful again."

	Marty quickly moved to comply with her wishes as Joan spread
her legs so he could move closer. Marty could not help but be excited,
since this was as close as Joan had allowed him to approach her since
he had lost his job. Joan raised her skirt and carefully guided his
head until his mouth and nose were nestled directly on her womanhood,
only her lacy bikini panties separated him from this most desired
prize. Joan placed her hands on his head as she wrapped her legs
around his neck and crossed her ankles behind his back. Marty, still
on his knees,was now secured in her perfumed trap and could not have
been happier.

	"The department I am the director of has developed several new
products and they are now ready for human trials. Since these programs
pay a thousand dollars to each participant, I signed you up in three
of the programs. Each program only requires a few hours a week, so you
will still be able to do all of your maid duties here and we will get
the extra money. Isn't that wonderful? Joan said. Marty started to
raise his head to talk but Joan held him firmly in place saying "I can
hear you from there, what did you want to say?

	"Do you think it is safe to take part in tests like this
Joan?" Marty asked.

	"Oh don't worry, of course it is safe these products aren't
really experimental, let me explain. One of the products is a skin
cream that is supposed to soften the skin and remove all signs of
aging it is made of already proven ingredients just in a new
combination. The second trial is of a combination of a shampoo and a
styling lotion designed to improve hair growth and condition; and the
third is a course of treatment with several proven drugs that have
been in use for years, this will just be a different use for them, but
we believe that this combination will reduce your risk of heart
attack, prevent prostrate cancer, and increase the life expectancy of
males. So you see there is nothing to worry about all you have to do
is participate in the trials and we get the money. That amount of
money is certainly not enough to meet my needs, but at least you will
be contributing something," Joan said.

	While Joan had been talking she had been ever so subtly
thrusting her womanhood against Marty's mouth and that motion along
with her fragrance was having a decided effect on him. Marty wanted to
protest about her signing him up without asking him first but was
afraid he might disturb this more kindly attitude she was displaying
toward him.

	"You are happy about my good news aren't you Marty?" Joan
asked.

	"Of course dear." was Marty's muffled and somewhat restrained
reply.

	"You do want to participate don't you?' Joan asked as she
continued to hump Marty's mouth.

	"Yes, dear." Marty gasped, the combination of Joan's actions,
and the fact that he had been denied any sex for a month had Marty
breathing very heavy.

	Suddenly Joan released him from his perfumed prison and said
"Good you will need to sign these contracts and then you can start
earning money again tomorrow morning." Joan reached into her leather
brief, brought out three contracts and a pen and showed Marty where to
sign. "My name is not correct on these contracts, it ends in an I
instead of a Y, and your maiden name is used instead my last name."
Marty said.

	"Well that is no problem, my secretary just made a natural
mistake since I still use my maiden name professionally, just go ahead
and sign them the way they are made out." Joan replied.

	"But shouldn't I read them first?" Marty protested weakly.

	One look at Joan's face made Marty realize he was making a
serious mistake and he hurriedly signed the three contracts Marti
Smythe.

	"Very good, you have made an excellent decision Marty. Your
agreement could lead to a more satisfactory relationship for us if you
successfully complete these trials," Joan said approvingly. Joan took
the signed contracts from Marty and locked them in her brief. " I
think you have earned a reward Marty, lie on your back so I can give
it to you," Joan said.

	Marty thought this was unusual, but soon realized he was not
going to be disappointed. Joan removed her bikini panties and knelt
over his face. Positioning her clitoris on his nose and pressing her
vaginal lips against his mouth she immediately began to rock back and
forth. Marty was having a hard time breathing but this only added to
his excitement as he gazed up at his beautiful wife as she wantonly
screwed his face to climax. Marty had been so long without release
that long before Joan came he had filled his shorts with spurt after
spurt. He was so excited by her perverse use of him he had never had
such a satisfying sexual experience.

			     Chapter Two

	Marty could not believe how pleasant a weekend he and Joan had
spent together. Joan had volunteered to help with the cooking and
housework and had shown him several different ways to do things that
made the work easier. She had even insisted on a twice a day repeat of
their Friday night sexual escapade. Marty was so happy that he had
agreed to participate in Joan's drug trials. He was sure that was the
cause of the favorable situation he was now enjoying. Joan had told
Marty that if he did well in the trials and was cooperative with the
technicians she might be disposed to grant even further favors. Marty
was starting to feel much better about his marriage now. It certainly
had not turned out as he had dreamed it would, before he had lost his
job he had even thought about divorce since he did not seem to be able
to make Joan happy. Marty had learned all too well that if Joan wasn't
happy she certainly would see to it that he wouldn't be either.

	Monday came all too soon for Marty and Joan was now driving
him to the research institute where he was to begin his participation
in the trials today.

	"Your first stop today will be with the medical department
where you will be given a complete physical examination and numerous
blood tests. This is necessary to make sure that none of the trials
will be harmful to your long term health. If everything checks out
then they will start you on the medications. You will receive
injections every two weeks. But the skin cream and the hair products
will be used every week day. I will bring you in each morning and then
you will take a taxi to do your shopping and errand running. You
should still have plenty of time to handle your regular household
duties. I am sure you will enjoy these trials. You will be having many
new experiences and you will be able to get out and about more." Joan
explained.

	"Yes dear, I am so thankful to you for arranging this
opportunity for me. I will cooperate fully with the technicians so
your choice of me will be a credit to your wisdom in selecting me."
Marty replied. Actually Marty was still quite apprehensive about being
experimented on, but had decided he must do everything to make the
trials go well so as to please Joan. Marty was impressed when he saw
the building that Joan worked in. He had never been here before since
it was on the opposite side of the city from where he used to work. It
was a art deco styled multi-story building with an attached parking
garage. He was really impressed when Joan pulled into a parking space
marked "Reserved for Director Joan Smythe". Joan brought Marty to the
Medical Director's office and introduced him to Bobbie her nurse-
receptionist, telling him Bobbie would see that he got to all the
places he needed to go and that she would see him at home this
evening.

	"If you will come with me I will get you ready for the Doctor
to give you your examination," said Bobbie leading Marty down a hall
to an exam room. "Please remove all of your clothing and put on
these," said Bobbie while handing Marty one of those famous paper
gowns and a pair of paper slippers. Bobbie did not act like she was
going to leave the room so Marty turned his back and began disrobing.
He did not have much to remove since Joan had provided him with a pair
of pale yellow satin boxer shorts and a matching color v-neck satin
jumpsuit to wear this morning. Marty had been a little disturbed when
he realized she had brought these clothes home Friday, even before he
had agreed to taking part in these trials. When he saw that "Marti
Smythe" was embroidered above the right breast pocket he was angered
at her presumption. He was angry, but was careful not to show it to
Joan. After he thought for a moment he realized that if he had refused
at first she would have made him so miserable he would have eventually
given in anyway. He also removed the pale yellow ankle high hose and
sneakers Joan had provided. When he had asked about the type of
material Joan explained that everything was made of polyester so it
would not absorb the cream and could be laundered easily.

	"Please step in the rest-room, face the commode and bend over
please" Bobbie said. Although Marty found this whole experience
humiliating he was determined to be as cooperative as possible. He had
no doubt that Joan would get a full report on his behavior. Bobbie
quickly inserted an enema nozzle in Marty's rectum and he could feel
the warm liquid beginning to distend his bowels. He had always hated
receiving an enema from his mother and this experience with a stranger
was certainly no more pleasant. Bobbie allowed him to expel the enema
and handed him a cup to urinate in while he was sitting. When Bobbie
returned after taking the urine sample off somewhere she gave him a
second enema. Marty knew he had to be cleaner than he had ever been,
he certainly felt weak now. Bobbie led him back into the exam room,
took his blood pressure, weighed him, measured his hips, waist, and
chest and drew several vials of blood. She then left him alone in the
exam room sitting on the end of the short table his bare butt on the
cold paper cover.

	"Hello Marti, I am Doctor Black and I will be conducting your
examination this morning. This will probably be the most complete
examination you have ever had and I will try to make you as
comfortable as possible," said the tall and attractive woman. She wore
glasses and her dark hair was pulled back into a severe bun but still
made a striking appearance. Bobbie the nurse removed his paper gown
and the doctor listened to his heart and breathing with her
stethoscope. When she had finished this the doctor said "Marti please
lay back on the table now." and then to Bobbie "Secure his legs in the
stirrups please."

	This was certainly a first for Marty. Bobbie had him scoot his
butt to the end of the table and place his legs in the stirrups
strapping them firmly in place. Bobbie elevated the upper part of the
table so that Marty was now looking through his spread and elevated
legs. She then pulled a metal piece out each side of the table
strapping Marty's arms firmly to them. Another strap across his
abdomen and Marty was now unable to move. He was very disturbed about
being placed in such a helpless position and started to complain, but
he caught himself just in time. He was not going to give Joan anything
to criticize him about. "Okay now that we are ready I am going to do a
rectal exam to see if you have any polyps or growths in your
intestines. I will be inserting this fiber optic cable into you, it
should not be too uncomfortable," said Dr. Black.

	Marty could only watch in fear as the bulbous end of the
proctoscope approached his rectum, pressure, more pressure, PAIN,
finally it was in. Now more pain as the doctor continued to insert and
rotate more and more of the cable. At last she began to retract the
device, more pain as it passed his sphincter. Marty took a deep breath
and shuddered when it was finally out.

	"Now all we have left is to do is check your prostrate gland
by extracting some fluid, and check the density of your testicles.
Testing the density of your testicles will cause some severe pain and
you will have this pain for a couple of weeks, if you don't want to
experience this painful procedure you may refuse and we will drop you
from the trials. If you want to continue in the trial you must have
this test and it will have to be repeated monthly. Of course if you
choose to have this test done now and then decide it is too painful to
do again, we can drop you from the trial then, or we can perform an
alternate procedure at that time. The alternate procedure is only
painful for a day or so and won't ever have to be repeated." Doctor
Black explained.

	"Why can't you just do the alternate procedure now instead of
the painful one?" asked Marty.

	"We have to do at least one density test, and I would have to
have permission from the director to do the alternate procedure. So
your only option today is to proceed with the painful density test or
be dropped from the trial. I will provide you with a pain reliever to
use when the pain becomes too bad. If you go ahead with the trial and
just don't think you could stand the pain of another density test,
then we can ask the director to approve the alternate procedure. Well
Marti what is your decision?" Doctor Black asked. Marty new his choice
was very limited. He could either suffer this pain and whatever other
humiliations Joan had gotten him into or leave now and just keep on
going. There would be no living with Joan if he quit these trials,
even if she would let him. It was either suffer and do everything she
wanted or become a street person, homeless and broke. Marty thought a
moment and then decided. Might as well make it sound good too he
thought and then said "Please continue with the tests, I want very
much to finish these trials."

	"Excellent Marti, I am going to insert this device in your
rectum and leave it there while I check the density of your
testicles," said Doctor Black.

	Darn thought Marty, that looks like a skinny curved penis, I
wonder what the wires are for? Doctor black lubricated the curved
phallus like device and slowly forced it into Marty's hole. It hurt
terrible going in and was so large it made Marty gasp when she finally
seated it in him. Marty thought surely it would pop out when she let
go of it but it seemed to sort of lock in place and no amount of
effort on his part could dislodge it. While Marty had been focused on
the huge plug that had been shoved up his butt, the doctor had brought
out a new device. This looks like a pair of C-clamps hooked together
Marty thought.

	"Are you going to clamp my nuts in that thing?" Marty asked
fearfully.

	"Yes." replied Doctor Black. "As I tighten the screws the
gauges you see here indicate the amount of resistance. I will tighten
each one until the gauge stops going up, when the screw can be
tightened without a corresponding increase indicated on the gauge I
will know I have passed the maximum resistance."

	"But that will crush my nuts!" Marty exclaimed.

	"I told you there would be severe pain. There should not be
any permanent damage and the pain will go away in a week or two. I
already told you I would give you something to relieve the pain. Are
you so afraid that you want to back out now," the doctor said, giving
Marty a very contemptuous look.

	"Uh no, I have to go through with the program," Marty said in
resignation. "Very well, I shall proceed. Bobbie, the gag please."
said Doctor Black. Bobbie pinched Marty's nostrils closed until he
opened his whereupon she inserted a rubber mouth piece to muffle his
cries. Strapped down and gagged, Marty could only watch in desperation
as the doctor began to tighten the clamps. At first there was only the
feeling of pressure, but this rapidly gave way to a dull ache and then
intense, searing, burning, pain.

	Marty was revived, after he had fainted, to a horrible
throbbing ache. The doctor and Bobbie were both smiling sweetly as the
doctor said "Now I will show you how to make the pain stop for a
while, watch closely now." She picked up a small black box attached to
the wires the went to that plug in Marty's rectum and pushed a button
on it. Immediately the plug began to vibrate against Marty's prostrate
gland, he felt himself being brought to orgasm and his penis hadn't
even begun to erect! Marty was overcome with pleasure right away and
forgot the pain. However the doctor neglected to turn the vibrations
off and Marty fainted again as his cum continued to flow in an almost
steady stream.

	Doctor Black turned the vibrating plug off as soon as Marty
fainted and then rapidly injected each of his testicles with
Novocaine. "That will stop the pain for five or six hours which should
be enough time for him to complete his other obligations today. After
it wears off he will be absolutely miserable of course. Go ahead and
prepare the other injections. I had better get him started on the
hormones now, the way his testicles popped he will be begging for the
"alternate procedure" very soon," Doctor Black said.

	Marty started returning to consciousness in a few moments and
was surprised to find the pain in his groin was gone. Bobbie had
removed the gag and he saw the Doctor getting ready to give him an
injection. "What are you going to do to me now?" Marty asked in a weak
trembling voice. "Oh this is what you are here for. We have your lab
results back and you will happy to learn we are starting you on your
combination drug treatment trial today. These injections will get you
started and then you will take some pills each day and come back every
two weeks for more injections," Doctor Black said as she injected a
syringe in each hip."Bobbie will help you get dressed and take you to
the cosmetic department to finish your trials. These are your pills,
take four a day of the purple ones, and one a day of the white ones
for twenty one days. After that take four purple ones each day for
seven days and then start the cycle over again. If you begin to feel
any pain just press the red button on this controller and the plug
will relieve you again." she continued.

	"You mean I have to keep this thing up my ass all the time?"
Marty asked angrily. "No, but that is the only way to relieve the pain
when it comes back. You do feel better since I used it on you don't
you?" asked the doctor. "Well yes, in fact it was quite nice, and I
don't feel any pain now, but how can I have a bowel movement with this
thing in me? Marty asked. "Oh don't worry about that, Bobbie will
remove it tomorrow morning and give you another enema. Then it can be
replaced if you want it back in. Of course since that is what will
relieve the pain you will probably want it back. If you find that you
just can't stand the pain then please have Joan call me and if she
approves we could possibly go ahead with the alternate procedure.
That will stop any pain you have and will prevent you from having any
further pain from your testicles." Doctor Black told him.

	Bobbie assisted Marty from the table after giving him the
little control box to hold. Marty was mortified when she put an adult
diaper on him and then hooked the control box to the diaper. He then
put on the rest of his clothes. He wasn't pleased with the diaper but
realized if he had to use the plug the diaper would be necessary.
Bobbie and Marty took the elevator back to the ground floor where she
led him into what appeared to be a cross between a laboratory and a
beauty salon. There were men and women all over having various things
done to their hair, nails and faces. Marty couldn't help but wonder
what sort of humiliation was in store for him now. Bobbie took him to
the receptionist and gave her Marty's paperwork which identified the
trials he was to participate in, and his schedule.

	"Hi Marti, I'm Rene'. You can give me your purse, I will put
it up for you until we are finished with you today." Marty gave her
the handbag that Bobbie had packed his pills and extra diapers in and
followed her down a hall to a small room. "Marti, just wait in here, I
will have someone in here soon to give you the body cream treatment.

	What a day this has been already and it has just started Marty
thought as he slumped into a chair to wait. While Marty was waiting
for the next event, unknown to him Doctor Black had called Joan to
give her report. "Yes Joan everything went well, you really should
have been here when I did his testicles, I know you would have enjoyed
hearing them pop. I gave him his first injections of estrogen and
Progesterone, I used a rather large dose because I think he will be
begging you for the alternate procedure right a way. When the
testicles pop like his did there will be a lot of swelling and
excruciating pain. They are deadened with Novocaine right now but you
should probably leave work early today if you want to have some time
with him before that wears off." - By the way thank you for bringing
him in you know how I really enjoy popping their nuts for them Ha Ha
Ha."

			    Chapter Three

	Marty only had to wait a few minutes in the little room before
a young woman came in. She was dressed in a pink smock over a white
skirt, it looked like a beauticians uniform, except for the white high
heeled pumps. "Hi, I'm Jamie, I will be doing your cream application
today. Please remove all your clothes and lie face down on the table."
the young woman said. Oh,no, Marty thought as he hesitated, she is
going to see the diaper and that darned plug in my butt.

	"Don't worry about the diaper and plug, all the men that come
for the cream applications are wearing them. There is no need to be
embarrassed," Jamie said.

	"We will be seeing each other every week day for the next few
months so you will just have to get used to me rubbing cream all over
your body without being embarrassed." Jamie told him. Marty complied
with her instructions, and as he went to get on the table Jamie held
the controller that was connected to the plug. Jamie had him spread
his legs a little and laid the controller on the table. She put on
rubber gloves and began to rub the cream all over his body, taking
special care to get in and around the crack in his butt cheeks, then
she had him roll over and this time she started on his face. Marty was
amazed that when he rolled on his back he didn't feel the cream.
"That's funny, I don't feel the cream on my skin," Marty said.
"That's because it is instantly absorbed, this is really a wonderful
cream it will make your skin look as smooth and soft as a child. It
removes all the wrinkles and signs of aging," Jamie said. Jamie
applied cream to his face carefully avoiding his eyebrows and scalp
hair. Marty got a little nervous again as she neared his groin area
but Jamie sensed his mood again told him "I will be very careful with
your scrotum, I know the Doctor popped your balls. They won't hurt at
all for a few more hours though." Jamie applied the cream all over his
scrotum and penis and then finished his legs and feet. "Now I am
finished for today, put your clothes back on and I will take you back
up front and do your hair. Unless your balls hurt too bad I will give
you your next application here tomorrow," Jamie said. "Oh they feel
fine now, I'm sure I will be back tomorrow. Thank you, it was very
pleasant having you apply the cream." Marty told her. "I hope you will
be, but no one ever makes it back the second day. Once she pops them
nobody can stand the pain. Everybody goes back to the Doctor for the
other procedure just to get relief," Jamie said. Marty was starting to
get frightened about the pain coming back so he asked Jamie "Does the
alternate procedure the Doctor talked about really stop the pain?"
Jamie laughed and then replied "It sure does, if you get the alternate
procedure your balls will definitely stop hurting you."

	Jamie brought Marty back to the front area where she sat him
in a shampoo chair and placing a towel around his neck began to
shampoo his hair. Marty thought to himself I could get to like this.
Having a good looking woman rub cream all over your body and give you
a great shampoo like this is really nice. Jamie led Marty to a styling
chair and began to cut his hair. "Hey this is great I have been
wanting a hair cut and now I can get one for free," Marty said. "I am
not cutting much off Marti, just shaping it so I can get the
prescribed style for the trial. Jamie replied. "Prescribed style? You
mean different from the way I have been wearing it?" Marty asked.
"Yes, everyone in this trial gets the same exact style to start with.
On you Marti, I think it will look real good. You have been wearing
your hair longer in the back so I will not cut it quite as much as I
should. I will just curl it a little tighter and we can get the same
shape that way," Jamie said.

	"What do you mean curl it a little tighter, I wear my hair
straight," Marty said. "You mean you used to wear it straight, now it
is going to be curly. The way we do it in this trial using the styling
lotion, is to set the hair on rollers, dry it under the hair dryer,
and then comb it out. When I finish it will look just like mine,"
Jamie said. Marty looked in the mirror at the reflection of Jamie. Her
hair was a mass of fluffy curls all over, he had thought when he first
saw her that her hair was pretty. Thinking her hair was pretty and
then realizing that if his was going to be done just like that, then
his was going to be thought of as pretty also really shook Marty. Oh
my, he thought, with my hair looking like that and this swishy
jumpsuit I am going to look very strange. Marty realized he was going
to be in for much more embarrassment today. He still had to stop at
the grocery store before going home. Since he had been doing all the
shopping for the last month some of the women at the store knew who he
was since he always paid with his wife's check. "You don't like my
hair?" Jamie asked. "Oh yes, in fact when I first saw you I thought
how pretty it was." Marty quickly replied, afraid he might have hurt
her feelings. "Well don't worry, it won't be long before you start to
like your new look Marti," Jamie said smiling at him in the mirror.

	Marty sat quietly for a few moments as Jamie finished trimming
his hair. As she began to take out the rollers and clips she planned
to use, he asked "Are you wearing your hair like this because you like
it, or are you in this trial too?"

	"I do like it like this, and yes I am in the trial also. I
really want to let it grow out until it is at least shoulder length,
but I will have to wait another year until I complete my time in the
trial." Jamie replied Jamie.

	"How long have you been in the trial Jamie? asked Marty.

	"For a year of course, you didn't read the papers you signed
either did you? she replied.

	"Ah no, I guess I didn't really read them. Do all three trials
last for two years?" Marty asked.

	"No the skin cream trial only lasts six months. But you have
to take the medication from Doctor Black for two years." Jamie told
him. Marty had to think about this for a while, he had no idea this
could last so long, how could he get another job if he had to come
here every day. He surely couldn't go to work with his hair like Jamie
said she was going to do it. He was going to have a talk with Joan
about this, if he got a job offer he would just have to quit these
trials.

	Jamie had been parting and rolling his hair on pink rollers as
Marty watched in the mirror. Marty thought how strange this is, and I
have to have this done for two years! "See Marti, you are starting to
look pretty already." Jamie laughed. Finally she finished rolling his
hair and placed him under one of the hair dryers. Marty noticed that
there was someone under almost all of the dryers. Jamie had given him
some woman's magazines telling him to read them so he could learn all
about what women were interested in. Marty really wasn't interested at
looking at magazines and he started scrutinizing the other people
sitting under the hair dryers. He continued this for some time, but
finally gave up and looked at the magazines. He had tried to decide if
some of the people under the hair dryers were men like him or if they
were all women, but ended up with more he couldn't identify than the
ones he could. Marty was glad that he was finally on his way home.
Jamie had, after what seemed forever, retrieved him from the dryer,
removed the rollers that had covered his head and combed his hair out.
Jamie was true to her word he thought. Here I am in a taxi with a head
full of shiny bouncing curls, just like hers. If there is any
consolation in this, my hair really is pretty. But I can't get over
how different I look. I still have to stop at the market and face
those people that know me with my hair like this, carrying a handbag,
and wearing a satin jumpsuit. This has to be the most humiliating day
of my life. Marty almost made it through his shopping without
incident. Then the checkout girl noticed who he was and had said "Gee
you really look great today honey, your hair is really pretty." Not
knowing what else to do Marty had thanked her for the compliment as if
it was normal for people to say things like that to him.

	" Where are you Marti?' Joan called as she entered the front
door.

	"In the kitchen dear. You are home early, I haven't even had a
chance to start the dinner. I just got the groceries put up and the
house cleaned. I'm sorry I didn't have your drink ready." Marty
replied.

	"That is all right, I am early today, I wanted to see how you
are doing. Oh don't you look good, I just love your hair, it is really
pretty." Joan exclaimed smiling at Marty.

	"Joan we have to talk about all of this, I have never been so
humiliated in my whole life. I have been stripped naked in front of
women I don't even know, this hair business was embarrassing enough,
but that Doctor Black is horrible, I thought she was going to kill me!
I hate this whole thing. You made me wear a woman's jumpsuit, have my
hair done just like a woman in front of all those people, and that
doctor may have ruined me for life. She crushed my balls in a clamp! I
actually heard them pop before I fainted. And now I have this big plug
shoved up my butt. They even put a diaper on me and made me carry a
purse. How can I even think about looking for a job in this
condition!" Marty complained to Joan. Marty couldn't help himself this
outburst had been building up all day. As soon as he had unloaded on
her he regretted it as he saw her smile fade into that look he so
feared.

	"Marty go make my drink, and bring it to me in the living
room. Make sure you compose yourself before you enter my presence
again. If you can control your self I may discuss this with you." Joan
said as she left the kitchen.

	Marty stood before Joan after giving her the drink she
expected. Joan didn't say a word, just gave him that look. Marty sunk
to his knees before Joan and with his eyes lowered said. "I apologize
for lashing out at you Joan. But this has been a terrible day."

	Joan stared at him for a few moments and then said "Perhaps to
your way of thinking today has not been very pleasant. However I fail
to see a problem here. Let me go over these complaints of yours, I
think your hair is very pretty, but of course as the director of this
project I decide what hair style I want to see on the participants.
Are you saying that my choice is not acceptable to you? That you don't
want to please me by wearing your hair according to my instructions?"

	"I didn't realize that this was your personal choice, and I
don't think it is not attractive, it is just so different I'm afraid I
let it unduly disturb me. When Jamie told me I would have to wear it
like this for two years I thought it might be a problem when
interviewing for a job." Marty carefully replied.

	"Since you weren't very successful in finding a job I found a
money making opportunity for you. Since you will be involved in this
obligation for two years I am afraid the job interview is a non-issue
now. What else, oh yes the clothing. This clothing you don't like was
also designed by me for this project and is the required item of dress
for everyone. As far as the handbag, those are issued to each
participant, really a nice gesture I think, or would you have rather
carried the diaper box in public. You should realize the necessity of
the diaper, it is provided to keep you from soiling the clothing I
furnished you with. As far as the Doctor she is following my
instructions. That plug up your butt as you describe it is there to
provide relief from this pain that you men cry about. Since I know
that it gives you pleasure when activated you should be grateful for
that kindness. Now about being ruined for life, I personally see no
problem with Doctor Black crushing your balls as you put it. Even if
you were ruined for life, I have no need for those things anyway.
Surely you have noticed that they have not been required in our
marriage. Unless you are planning to divorce me, I don't see that you
have any use for them either. You signed binding contracts to
participate in these trials and there is no legal way you can break
them. You are in for the whole program so you may as well accept it.
Frankly this program will make you much more suited to your role in
this household. Your new hairstyle is perfect for a maid. Now get back
to your work and finish dinner," Joan said in a steely voice.

	Marty worried as he prepared their dinner. He had probably
known she would never have normal sex with him, but her callous
attitude about her having no need for his balls had really upset him.
He thought for a while more trying to reconcile his present position
in their relationship. He realized he had always hoped she would allow
a more normal situation, obviously she had no intention of that. It
seems she wants me to remain in my present role of housemaid and
servant. Servant is probably the right description, even when she has
allowed any intimacy I have never received anything from it. She
requires me to service her, any pleasure I might derive from that is
only incidental, she has never done anything to provide pleasure for
me. Marty had rolled these thoughts around in his mind until he was
starting to become angry again. What he needed to do, he decided, was
to stand up to her and remind her that as a man and her husband he had
certain rights and needs. Marty had been so engrossed in his thoughts
and preparation of the meal he had failed to realize the pain was
beginning again. Marty hurried his work but the throbbing ache was
becoming more insistent and Marty found himself gasping for breath
when another pain would hit him. All of a sudden he began to doubt the
wisdom of his decision to confront Joan. He was not going to be able
to put up a convincing front to Joan while he was nearly doubled over
with pain. Perhaps he should wait until he felt better, besides he
realized if she refused he had no money, no car, and nowhere to go.

	"Why are you all bent over like that? Joan asked. "Because my
balls hurt terribly!" Marty gasped while holding on to the dining
table. "Well you can't very well serve my dinner like that, you will
just break something," Joan said, coming to his side. "Here let me
take your apron off, and you sit in that chair." Joan quickly removed
Marty's apron and once he was seated she unzipped his yellow jumpsuit
and reached for the controller clipped to his adult diaper.
Immediately the vibrator began to move against his prostrate and Marty
started to feel some relief. Again he was amazed at how he could start
coming without an erection. He looked up to see Joan smiling at him as
his body began to jerk and spasm as the fluids continued to flow out
of him. "You always did want me to make you cum didn't you Marty? Is
this good enough? Joan smiled as she continued to press the red
button. Marty tried to tell her to stop but everything turned black as
he fainted.

	Marty awoke in a few moments to see that Joan had returned the
controller and zipped up his jumpsuit. "Do you think you have had
enough fun now? If so maybe we can have dinner." Joan asked
sarcastically.

	"Yes dear," Marty said as he rose from the chair. Marty put
his apron back on and began to carefully walk back to the kitchen. The
pain had receded to just a dull ache now and he started serving the
rest of the meal. On his way back to the table with the last of the
dinner the sharp searing pain hit him again. Marty was able to set the
dish down before he fell to the floor writhing in agony.

	"Not again," Joan said. Joan again obtained the controller and
as Marty began to feel some relief, he looked imploringly at Joan and
cried through his tears "Please call the Doctor, she said she could do
something to stop the pain. PLEASE" It was taking much longer this
time for Marty to start coming. As Joan continued to press the red
button she asked "Are you sure you want to have the alternate
procedure Marti?"

	"Yes, yes please, I can't stand this pain! Marty cried. Joan
continued to hold the button as she helped Marty to the car. Marty had
not cum yet but the vibrations did ease the pain somewhat. Joan gave
him the controller, called the Doctor from her car phone, and advised
her what time they would arrive. Marty realized it was still early
evening just before he passed out.

	Marty woke up in a strange room and as he looked around he saw
Bobbie, Doctor Black's nurse, sitting in a chair reading. "Where am I"
Marty croaked from a dry mouth. "Well you are back with us I see. I am
sure Joan will be glad to know you are awake," Bobbie said. Marty
realized he was again trussed up on the table where the doctor had
examined him. He tried to raise his head high enough to see what had
been done but he was covered with some sort of gown. Since he was
still strapped down he couldn't move the gown. At least his feet
weren't up in the stirrups this time. Doctor Black and then Joan
entered the room along with Bobbie. Joan smiled sweetly at Marty while
the Doctor asked "How do you feel now Marti?"

	"A little weak I guess, but I don't feel any pain." Marty
said. "Good, you may have a little soreness tomorrow but I will give
you some pills to take care of that." Doctor Black told him. "What if
that terrible pain comes back?' Marty asked. Joan spoke up saying
"Marti, don't you remember coming here? You insisted that I bring you
here so the Doctor would stop the pain. You even signed the consent
form, and since you wanted the alternate procedure so badly I also
signed giving my approval. You won't have to worry about pain in your
testicles ever again dear."

	"Oh yes, I remember now, the pain was so terrible. But I am
afraid I don't remember much but the pain. How long have we been here
anyway." Marty asked.

	"You have been here all night and most of the day. It is too
late now to get your cream application and have your hair done so you
will just have to skip a day," Joan said.

	The doctor had pulled his gown up and was pulling a catheter
out of his penis while Joan was talking. All Marty could see below his
penis was a bandage, he also noticed he had been shaved from his knees
to his navel. While the doctor was removing the catheter, Bobbie had
been removing the restraints. Bobbie gave him a sponge bath while Joan
and Doctor Black left the room. Joan had brought a fresh jumpsuit
outfit for Marty and although he wasn't pleased with the pink color,
with Bobbie's help he was soon ready to go. He was a little shaky
getting into the car but as Joan began to drive Marty really began to
enjoy the ride. The colors of the trees and grass seemed brighter and
more pleasing today.

	"Thank you for taking me to the doctor Joan. I really
appreciate it," Marty said.

	"You didn't think I would let you suffer any longer than
necessary, did You?" Joan asked sweetly.

	"I didn't really know Joan, at times I have thought that you
enjoyed humiliating me. I have thought several times about leaving and
if I had some way to do that I probably would have," Marty said. He
did not know why but he had started crying while talking to Joan.
Marty had turned his head away so Joan could not see his tears. She
will probably criticize me for crying he thought.

	"Marti I have not tried to humiliate you. It appears you
entered our relationship with rather unrealistic expectations. I made
it plain from the beginning how I expected you to behave. Obviously
you did not pay attention, and have made yourself miserable by failing
to meet my requirements. But there is really no reason to cry.
Although you have not been a financial success, or behaved in a manner
that pleases me, you now have a second chance to do so. You see
shortly before you lost your job, I was promoted to director of a
special project at a much higher salary. I have been very successful
in making that project meet the expectations of management. Today I
was promoted again, to the head of all special projects. I now make
more money than you and I both made before. You should be pleased to
know that you played a big part in my last promotion. Although my
original project was going well, when I was able to recruit you, that
convinced management that I would be able to recruit the large numbers
of men necessary for these projects. You no longer have to worry about
finding a job and can devote you full time to being a good housewife.
With diligence and effort I am sure you will be able to adjust your
attitude to please me. You will find that it will be much easier to
please me as you continue participating in these trials. In fact I
predict that within only a few months you will begin to enjoy your new
role in our relationship as it evolves." Joan counseled Marty.

	"Housewife, is that what you want from me? What happened to
husband, lover - " Marty started to exclaim forcefully.

	"Yes Marti, were you going to finish with provider?" Joan
asked cattily. As Marty's words had trailed off he turned from looking
at Joan to stare down the road. "Oh I see, you decided not to finish
that little whine. Marti you are not the provider, I am. You have
never fulfilled the normal role of husband because I would not allow
it, nor do I ever intend to. If you weren't so hung up on these
disgustingly male ideas of yours, you could have been enjoying a much
more pleasant life. You are my lover, but surely you understand by now
that I only expect one kind of sex from you. However, if you can
properly adapt to the role I have just outlined for you I will take
great joy in showing you more affection. As you make progress for the
next two years in this program you are participating in I will allow
you more and different opportunities for sexual satisfaction."

	"As your mental, and physical states become more amenable to
my desires we shall be able to share even more intimacies. Marty what
you need to do is accept that my will for your life is the proper
thing for you. The best thing you can do for now is to adapt yourself
to my wishes. If at the end of your two years in my program you still
desire to leave, I will provide you with a car and money, and you can
go on your way. Since you may still have problems finding a job I will
start looking for retraining opportunities for you. You may need to
make a career change to be successful in the future."

	Marty had continued to stare straight ahead as Joan continued
to give him her advice. He kept looking ahead because he couldn't
think of anything to say. He had finally listened to what she was
saying without filtering her words through his own desires. Marty
continued to think about each word she said until Joan pulled her car
into the garage.

	"You have been so quiet Marti, are you all right?" Joan asked.

	"Uh yes Joan, I have just been thinking about what you have
said." Marty replied.

	"Well don't worry yourself about it now, let me help you in
the house and get you ready for bed, I am sure you must be tired."
Joan told him sweetly.

	"But I have to fix dinner for you and besides I am real hungry
also." Marty replied.

	"Don't worry about a thing, I called for a caterer to bring
dinner here. They should be along in a few minutes. If you like you
can just sit at the dining table until they arrive." Joan told him.
Joan left Marty sitting at the dining table while she went to the
bedroom and bath. Joan returned in time to let the caterer in with
their dinner. The young man set out the cartons and arranged the
table, then Joan signed the credit card receipt giving him a large
tip. "Thank you ladies, I hope you enjoy your meal," the boy said as
he left. Marty blushed at his words but managed not to say anything.
Joan proceeded to fill his water and wine glasses, and made sure
everything was in easy reach for Marty. He ate because he was so
hungry, but his mind was still mulling over everything Joan had said
earlier. Joan meanwhile kept up a steady stream of chatter about her
new job, and her exciting new projects. Marty, lost in his own
thoughts, wasn't listening. He was to learn later he should have been.

			     Chapter Four

	"Marti, don't worry about the clean up I will take care of it.
You just go on upstairs to my bed room, I left some night clothes on
the bed for you. Go ahead and get dressed for bed, I will be right up
to help you get tucked in. You will sleep with me tonight so I can
make sure you do all right," Joan said sweetly.

	"Yes dear, thank you I will." Marti replied.

	When Marty arrived in Joan's bedroom he saw the bed pulled
down and long pink nightgown laid out on the bed. Marty went on to the
bath and removed the jumpsuit, satin pants, and knee high stockings.
He washed his hands and face and then turned to the full length
mirror. Marty thought to himself how strange he looked with his hair
all curled, the big fluffy hair seemed to make his body look smaller.
He walked closer to the mirror and raised his limp penis up to look at
the bandage over his scrotum. He didn't really know why he looked,
just curious he thought. Everything in his crotch area was covered by
gauze and tape. At least they don't hurt anymore, he could feel a
little soreness in the area but not any definite pain. I'm so glad
Joan allowed the Doctor to do that alternate procedure, I could not
have stood the pain of another density test. Maybe the next two years
won't be so bad he thought, Joan said I wouldn't have any more pain
from my balls. I guess I could get to like having a pretty woman
rubbing cream on my naked body. I can probably even get used to this
big curly hair after a while. It is kind of pleasant being pampered by
Jamie.

	Marty returned to the bedroom and sat naked on the bed. I
guess Joan forgot to get my pajamas Marty thought. While he was
wondering if he had enough strength to walk down the hall to his room
to get his pajamas, Joan came in the room.

	"Why aren't you dressed for bed Marti, are you feeling weak or
something?" Joan asked.

	"No Dear, you must have forgotten to get my pajamas. I was
just deciding if I had enough strength to go get them myself." Marty
replied.

	"I did not forget, the lovely pink gown is for you to
wear."Joan replied.

	"I think I would rather wear my pajamas," Marty said.

	"I don't recall asking what you would rather wear. I have no
desire to have those old rough and scratchy cotton pajamas touching
me. You will wear the nice pink gown if you want in my bed. Isn't that
what you have been wanting since we first met, to sleep in my bed?"
Joan replied.

	"Yes, you know it is, but I didn't think I would have to wear
a woman's night gown," Marty said.

	"Marti, it is only a woman's night gown if a woman is wearing
it. If you are wearing it then it is your night gown. Now are you
going to put it on, or are you going to your own room?" Joan asked
with a trace of annoyance.

	Marty didn't want to go to his room and sleep alone again. Why
not, he thought as he picked up the gown. Then he noticed the pink
nylon panties that had been under the gown. Resigned to wear what she
wanted he stepped into the panties pulling them up snugly. Marty was
surprised at how good they felt, cool and light, almost like a caress.
He turned quickly so Joan could not see his pleasure as he lowered the
gown over his head. Yes, it too felt so very nice just as he thought
it might. Marty shuddered as a little thrill coursed through him. Of
course Joan saw his reaction, but she wisely said nothing and turned
to the bath to get ready for bed herself.

	Marty got into bed with some difficulty, the long gown posing
a problem until he got out of bed and tucked it under as he had seen
women do their skirts. By tucking the gown under before he sat and
then swinging his legs in as he lay back he managed much better. Joan
entered from the bath wearing a lavender gown just like Marty's. She
walked over to the dresser retrieving the glass of water she had left
there earlier. She brought the water and a big white and pink pill as
well as a purple and a white one the Doctor had given him.

	"Take this big pill to keep any soreness from bothering you.
You won't have any real pain but there may be some mild throbbing
develop in you groin area. I know things have been hectic, but you
must remember your regular pills everyday Marty. You missed your dose
this morning, I will remind you tomorrow morning but after that you
must not forget. It is very important that you take them exactly as
prescribed. The pills and the injections will soon help you adapt more
readily to your new situation. Taking your medication and getting in
to the routine of having your hair done, and the cream applications
should help you, as you will now have a purpose in life. That will be
much better than staying cooped up here all day." Joan told him.

	Joan turned out the light and entered the bed, reaching over
to Marty and pulling him close. Marty was surprised but very pleased.
The only times he had ever been allowed in Joan's bed she made him lie
on his back while she straddled his face and pleasured herself,
although sometimes she just had him kneel at the side of the bed and
she put her legs over his back to hold him in place as he feverishly
worked to bring her to climax. Marty was overcome with pleasure as
Joan began to cuddle and caress his back and hips through the nylon
gown. Joan whispered as she caressed him - "Go to sleep now Marti, you
have done well and I am pleased with you. Rest so you will feel good
tomorrow and enjoy your new opportunity. I know you will continue to
please me now."

			     Chapter Five

	Marty awoke to the smell of coffee and realized he was late.
Joan had always required him to bring her coffee in bed each morning,
and here he was still in bed while she had been up no telling how
long. He nearly fell as he hurried to get out of bed. He had
momentarily forgotten about the long gown and had tangled his feet in
the gown and bed covers. While he was stumbling and trying to
straighten up Joan entered the room with a tray in her hand.

	"Joan I'm so sorry, I didn't get up in time, I Know you want
your coffee in bed." Marty babbled rapidly.

	"Don't be silly Marti, I woke up early, I guess I am just too
excited over our fresh start. So I let you sleep and brought you
coffee in bed, kind of like a reward in advance." Joan told him.

	"A reward, what on earth for, I haven't even been able to take
care of my regular duties." Marty asked suspiciously.

	"Sit back on the bed dear, and tell me how you want your
coffee fixed. First here are your regular daily pills take them while
I fix your coffee," Joan said.

	"Uh, just one sugar please." Marty was almost too dumb struck
to answer. His poor mind was reeling from this unexpected kindness.

	"Will you need this big pill for soreness Marty?" Joan asked.

	"Yes I guess so, now that you mention it my groin area is a
little sore. But I don't understand this reward in advance stuff."
Marty replied.

	"Don't you remember I told you I was pleased because you were
participating in my program? I find your new hairstyle very
attractive, and now that you are well started in the program I am sure
that you will continue to become more and more suitable for our
relationship. When you have finished some training I am arranging for
you, you will be a much nicer person, and become a productive part of
society again," Joan said.

	Marty took his pills and drank the coffee Joan had brought
him. As he was doing this Joan had gone in her bath and started
preparing for work. Joan called to him "You don't have to hurry Marti,
but when you feel like it, you can shave and put on your uniform I
laid on your bed."

	Marty finished his coffee and started to his room wondering
what his uniform would look like today. He wasn't surprised when he
saw that this outfit was a light lavender color. He had noticed that
the color jumpsuit he was given each day matched the color of Joan's
clothing. Marty finished shaving and getting dressed and returned to
Joan's room, but she was no longer there. When he entered the dining
room breakfast had already been prepared and Joan was already eating.

	"I took care of everything this morning dear. You can clean up
the house when you get back this evening. This morning you will see
Doctor Black to have your dressing changed and let the nurse bathe
you. After Jamie has applied the cream and done your hair you will go
to the Human Resources Department for aptitude tests and be
interviewed by Dr. Powell who is on loan to us this week to train our
people in new techniques for determining appropriate vocations. She is
a known expert in this field. She will help determine the best type of
training for you so you will be able to find a new career, one you
will be happy and productive in." Joan told Marty.

	The ride to the Society of Intelligent and Synergistic
Technical Exploratory Research Systems, or the "Sisters", as Marty had
finally learned was the name of Joan's employer, was uneventful. Well
except for Joan's unusual kindly attitude toward Marty. He wasn't sure
how to take Joan now. He really was rather afraid to accept this new
relationship she said they now had. Afraid she would slip back into
her former cruel and sarcastic manner.

			     Chapter Six

	"A Perfect Society Through Pharmaceutical Research"

	The gilt letters of the "Sisters" mission statement greeted
Marty as he entered the front door of the medical building. Joan had
dropped him off here this morning since as she said "He knew his way
around now." Bobbie was waiting for Marty as he entered the clinic,
and showed him right to the examination room.

	"You look a lot better this morning Marti," Bobbie said
cheerfully. "Thank you, I feel a lot better now." Marty replied.
Bobbie told Marty to get on the table again, but this time she did not
strap him down. Of course he first had to completely disrobe and put
on the paper gown. Bobbie did put his feet in the stirrups again, and
then put a little tent over his legs. The tent effectively blocked his
view of anything below his waist.

	"I trust you are feeling better today Marti," Dr. Black said
as she bustled into the room. Before Marty could reply she disappeared
behind the tent. He could feel her removing the bandage, but noticed
very little feeling as she moved his scrotum around. "Everything is
doing quite well Marty. Nearly all the swelling is gone, but I want
you to come back everyday to have your dressing changed." Dr. Black
told him. She did some cleaning in his groin area and then applied a
new dressing. Soon he was clothed again and Bobbie reminded him how to
get to the cosmetic section again.

	Jamie was not at the reception desk when he arrived but the
young woman that was there used the telephone to call her. Marty
handed her his lavender handbag to keep while he was there. Marty had
not been thrilled to see the purse with his clothes this morning but
soon realized that it was a necessary part of his uniform as there
were no pockets in the jumpsuit. When he looked in the purse he had
found a new ladies wallet and on further examination discovered that
Joan had transferred the contents of his old wallet to this one. His
house keys, a few tissues, a new mirror, comb and styling brush were
also in the purse. Marty thought to himself that Joan had fixed him up
properly although he had no idea how to use a comb or brush in his new
hairstyle. Marty had always worn his straight hair combed back and
only for the last few years had he let it get long in back. As he
waited for Jamie he thought he should pay attention when Jamie did his
hair today so he could learn how to handle this new hairstyle.

	"Hi Marti, It is good to see you back again. You missed a day
so I guess you had the alternate procedure. Jamie greeted him. "Why
yes I did, I had to do something, that pain was unbelievable. " Marty
replied as he followed Jamie to have the skin cream applied. Since the
fear of the pain was gone Marty was able to enjoy having his body
rubbed with the cream much more today. Instead of being embarrassed,
he sort of wished Jamie had not finished so soon. It was very pleasant
being rubbed all over by a good looking woman. As soon as he was
dressed again Marty and Jamie went to the area Marty thought of as
being the beauty salon. His opinion was confirmed as he was able to
give it a good look today, and as far as he could tell everything
being done in this area was some sort of beauty treatment. Jamie
washed his hair and when she applied the special lotion and started
rolling it he began to pay close attention. Marty did not understand
why, but today he was fascinated as he watched Jamie part his wet hair
and roll the strand on the plastic roller. Jamie noticed that he was
paying attention to her every move and asked Marty "You look curious
today, you wouldn't be starting to like having your hair done?"

	"No, well yes I guess so, I just thought I ought to pay
attention since I don't have any skills to manage anything but
straight hair." Marty replied.

	"Good thinking Marti, since you will be stuck with this style
for at least two years. But you won't have any trouble. I believe you
are going for vocational assessment today. After that you will be
started on grooming and other classes for two hours every week day.
You will learn how to handle your hair, cosmetics, and clothing in
those classes," Jamie said.

	"Cosmetics?' Marty inquired. "Yes, oh I know you are not
interested in makeup and clothing now, but you will be soon." Jamie
replied. Jamie had completed rolling Marty's hair and hustled him off
to the hair dryer before he could find out what Jamie meant by that
statement. Marty found the women's magazines a little more interesting
today, but soon found himself looking the salon over. It was very
large and seemed to be very busy. He decided it must be open to the
public, since all types of beauty services were being performed.

	Jamie soon retrieved him from the hair dryer and began
removing the rollers from Marty's hair. Again Marty paid close
attention as Jamie began to brush out the roller set with a regular
hair brush. When it looked like she brushed all of the curl out, she
took a styling brush and began to shape the individual curls. Marty
noticed that the curls seemed to have more definition today, each curl
seeming to be individually placed.

	"Are you doing something different today?" Marty asked.

	"Just a little, I thought you could handle a little more
stylish look today. If you don't think so I can smooth it out some."
Jamie replied.

	"Uh no, whatever you think is best will be okay," Marty said
remembering what Joan had told him about adapting to the program and
accepting her will. He was probably paranoid, but he had suspicions
that everyone working here would report to Joan about everything he
said or did. Joan had been so different and kind to him he had vowed
to try very hard to fulfill her wishes by cooperating fully in this
program. Perhaps the next two years would be more pleasant than his
previous relationship with Joan. If he did his best surely Joan would
not be as critical of him. In any case he had decided to accept
anything to make her happy so he could finish this contract and get
her to keep her promise to finance him if he chose to leave.

	Jamie finished with his hair and this time she handed him a
large hand mirror and turned the chair around so he could look at his
hair from all angles. Marty did as he expected Jamie wanted him to do.
However as he began to look at his hair in the hand mirror he realized
he was beginning to like the way it made him look! He was actually
thinking that his hair was pretty and he liked it! Marty wondered how
in just a couple of days he could have changed his opinion about not
wanting his hair curled. Well whatever, he did like it, and when he
thought about how long he had been looking at it, he looked at Jamie
who was smiling at him. Although Marty could feel himself starting to
blush at having been caught admiring his hair, he even surprised his
own self when he heard his voice say -

	"Oh you are right Jamie it is much better this way."

	What in the world is going on here Marty thought did I really
say something that silly? Which of course made him blush even more.
Marty was having trouble understanding what was happening to him. He
had planned to go along with this program, whatever it was, but he
certainly hadn't planned to say that!

	"I thought you might be ready today, and I see that you are.
Don't be embarrassed, go with the flow Marti. You are going to be
experiencing many different and totally new things. The best way to
handle this is to enjoy everything that pleases you and tolerate the
things that don't. Some of the things that are going to happen to you
won't seem like it at the time, but after awhile you will realize that
everything in this program is for your eventual benefit. In time you
will be very happy with the changes you are beginning to experience."
Jamie told him.

	Marty had to think that over for awhile. It sounded like a lot
of changes were going to come in his life and that worried him
somewhat. As he was thinking about what she had said, Jamie brought
him upstairs in the office tower to have his vocational assessment.

	"Hello Marti, I am Dr. Powell you are here today so we can
help you find a new vocation and be happy in it. I understand you have
computer experience, so you testing today should be no problem for
you. If you will take a seat at this console we can get started right
away," Dr. Powell said.

	Marty did as he was told and paid close attention as the Dr.
gave him instructions. He put on the headphones and followed the
instructions as he heard them. There was some New Age music playing in
the background at all times as Marty looked at illustration after
illustration of men and women at work. After each short video of a
person performing different tasks, multiple choice responses were
presented to Marty. He was to decide if any particular vocation was:
not acceptable, barely acceptable, acceptable, very acceptable, or
desired. The program seemed to go on interminably before it finally
stopped. Dr. Powell had him remove the earphones and move to chair in
front of her desk.

	"Do you feel all right Marti? Dr. Powell asked.

	"Yes, I think so, that program is so long my mind was about to
freeze up on me." Marty replied.

	"Yes it is a little long, but it is necessary to present all
of the possibilities for a new vocation. You may rest for a moment but
there is another section to this program you need to finish today.
Perhaps a little wine would help relax you," Dr. Powell said.

	Marty adjusted the head phones and began the second part of
the program. The Dr. was right, the wine did help a lot. In fact he
couldn't remember ever feeling this good. When the screen came on
there was a pattern of concentric rings that slowly began to rotate as
the music started again. Marty found himself staring at a blank
screen. That was odd, he couldn't remember a thing about the second
part of the program.

	"Am I trough, is the program over?" Marty asked Dr. Powell.

	"Yes, it is over and you did very well. From what I have
learned I can now prepare a retraining program specifically for you.
Joan will explain it to you later today. You are finished here today
so you can leave now and attend to whatever duties you have for the
rest of the day." Said Dr. Powell.

	Marty did not have any shopping to do today, so he told the
taxi driver to take him straight home. The same driver was waiting for
him today, which he thought was unusual, but after some thought he
realized there were probably only a few cabs that made pickups at the
institute.

	"Good afternoon, you look very nice today." The female cab
driver said.

	"Thank you." Marty managed to mumble, having been surprised by
her compliment. He was surprised more by the fact that he liked the
compliment, just the other day he had been embarrassed by the grocery
clerk. He thought to himself, everyone today has told me I looked good
today, no one ever did that before. Maybe this uniform and new hairdo
are a change for the better. When he had that thought he opened his
lavender purse and took out the mirror and looked at his new hairdo
again, as he did he found himself touching and patting his hair here
and there. Suddenly realizing what he was doing he hurriedly put the
mirror away and looked at the roadside again. he realized he wasn't
ashamed of doing that, he just didn't know why he did.

	"Yes Joan he did respond negatively to the first test when
shown typically female vocations. However after the administration of
the especially compounded wine and a thirty minute indoctrination
program while under hypnosis, he moved half way up the scale toward
positive responses. According to your instructions I have created a
training program for him which will make his greatest desire to become
a female and to serve you as a maid. The computer terminal and modem
will be delivered this afternoon. Make sure he spends one hour each
morning, and one hour just before bed time using the program. You also
need to be very positive about your relationship, rewarding him with
kindness and approval each time he shows a new response to the
treatments and the training program. This is very important for him to
make rapid progress." Dr. Powell communicated to Joan.

			    Chapter Seven

	Marty had arrived home and had attacked his household duties
right away. He had not been able to finish Monday and then was out all
day Tuesday. Now he was having to really hurry to try to catch up.
Soon Marty realized he hadn't even looked at Joan's menu selection for
dinner and hurried to the kitchen to begin working on the meal. He was
shocked to find that Joan had done nothing in there and that their
dinner and breakfast mess was still stacked in the sink. At first he
was resentful but soon found that he was humming a happy tune as
worked. The kitchen was now clean and dinner was well underway when
the doorbell rang. Marty rushed to the door thinking Joan wouldn't use
the front door, I wonder who that is. He opened the door to find two
lovely young ladies with a hand cart full of large boxes.

	"May I help you." Marty asked.

	"Well actually we are here to help you," The taller girl said.
"We are delivering your training terminal from the "Sisters".

	"Oh, please come in. I'm afraid I don't know where you are
supposed to put it though," Marty said.

	"It goes in your bedroom, if you will just show us where that
is we will take care of the installation," The same girl said.

	Marty was amazed at the efficiency of the two girls. They had
brought a special stand and chair and swiftly assembled these, placing
the terminal and making the telephone connection. They gave Marty a
booklet of instructions and showed him how to turn the terminal on and
off.

	"Thank you for bringing this, could I fix you some coffee or
tea?" Marty asked.

	"No, thank you, we have several more installations today so we
must be on our way. If you have any trouble with the equipment, just
call the 800 number on the cover of the instruction booklet. Bye Bye
Marti"

	Marty closed the door and marveled at the efficiency of the
organization Joan worked for. The speed with which everything had
happened since Monday morning amazed him. He went back to the kitchen
and took another of the pills he had been given for pain. He only felt
a little soreness in his groin area when he stood or walked a lot. But
even that was getting better. He was again thankful that he had asked
for the alternate procedure, just the thought of having to endure that
much pain every month for two years almost made him nauseated. Marty
finished the dinner preparations, and by really working fast he had
been able to completely clean the whole house and finish all the
laundry. He was just making Joan's drink when she arrived.

	"Marti your hair is even prettier today, I really like the way
your appearance is improving," Joan said.

	"Thank you, I guess I am getting used to it, but I kind of
like it too." Marty replied while unconsciously touching his curls.
Joan was delighted by both his verbal and physical response.

	"Marti if you keep improving your appearance by cooperating
with the institute program you are going to be simply delicious." Joan
praised him while kissing him firmly on the mouth. Marty thought he
was going to faint he was so pleased by her actions. Although Marty
was somewhat embarrassed by her words, it also made him feel good to
hear them. He was so pleased he silently vowed to ask Jamie if there
were other things she could use to help him with his appearance. He
was sure Joan would be even more pleased if he showed some initiative
in this area. Perhaps he could get some of the other treatments they
did in the salon at the institute.

	Joan took her drink and sat in her chair, motioning for Marty
to come close. Marty sat on the carpet at the foot of her chair, since
he knew this was her preferred position for him when she wanted to
talk to him.

	"Marti, you did extremely well in vocational assessment today.
Dr. Powell said that the program seemed to make you very tired and
nervous, but after a glass of wine you relaxed and really made
progress. I have brought home some small bottles of this wine for you,
you should drink one at least ten minutes before starting the program,
morning and evening. Dr. Powell says that this program is very
difficult and can make people very uptight. So she recommended the
wine to help you relax. Your terminal is connected by telephone to the
mainframe computer at her office, it will be monitoring your progress
and will upgrade the program as needed. She has assured me that this
program will help find the perfect vocation for you and that you will
then be very happy and fulfilled with your new position." Joan
explained to him.

	"Joan, I have made a commitment to myself and now I will make
it to you to do everything possible to make our new relationship work.
I know I have not gotten off to a very good start by complaining about
everything Monday, but I apologize for that and assure I will try much
harder now. I have already imagined that there may be some more
difficult things coming up for me to accept, but with your
encouragement I will do my best to cooperate."

	"That's wonderful Marty, I accept your apology and appreciate
your new attitude. I believe you will find things to be much more
pleasant between us if you maintain that outlook," Joan said while
smiling and touching Marty's cheek lovingly.

	The whole evening had gone by very pleasantly for Marty. He
had finished his clean up after their dinner, and when he had gone to
his room to get ready for bed had found a lovely mint green gown and
panties waiting for him. The note from Joan told him to drink the
bottle of wine and finish his hour on the computer terminal. She would
be waiting for him in her room. Marty quickly opened the little
bottle, noticing that it looked just like the small bottles the
airlines use, and drank the delicious wine. Marty began to feel good
even before he finished putting on the gown. Turning on the terminal
he was asked for his name as written in the manual. He felt so good it
did not even bother him that it was spelled "Marti". The spinning
circular pattern came up on the screen as Marty began to hear that
nice music on the earphones.

	Marty was staring at a blank screen and could not remember
anything about the program after the spinning pattern. He wondered if
he was going to learn anything if he couldn't remember any of it. Joan
was reading in bed when he entered her bedroom she quickly put the
book down and pulled back the covers for him. Joan pulled him close
again, nestling his face between her ample breasts, and began
caressing and stroking his body. Marty fell asleep almost immediately,
and began dreaming the strangest, but exciting things. He saw images
of Joan and himself cuddled together but he had breasts like Joan's
and they were pressing against hers. His little nipples hardened as he
dreamed.

			    Chapter Eight

	Marty couldn't believe how well everything was going. As Joan
drove them to the "Sisters" Monday morning he felt wonderful and was
excited in anticipation of the day ahead. For the first time in months
he was happy, and feeling good about his life. He really did not
understand why he felt this way, his life had been turned upside down
and changed so much in the last week. First the horrible pain he
experienced when Dr. Black had clamped his testicles to test their
density, thankfully Joan had consented to an alternate procedure to
relieve the pain. With the strange new clothes he had to wear, the
experience of having his hair curled in a salon, having cream applied
to his body by a lovely young woman it was almost overwhelming. The
fact that Joan had completely changed her treatment of him had made it
all seem worthwhile though. He had been so delighted with their new
relationship he had determined to accede to each suggestion in hopes
it would further the better relationship. Thursday he had started in
the grooming and fashion classes and had learned a great deal about
color schemes and makeup. He thought more about this that evening and
decided to ask Jamie for some suggestions, since Joan seemed to like
the change the new hairstyle had made in his appearance.

	Of course he was using the computer terminal twice a day as
instructed. Although he seemed to feel better about all the changes in
his life after each use, he wasn't sure he was learning anything. He
could never remember what the program was about.

	Friday, while she was applying the cream, he had asked Jamie
for some suggestions about improving his appearance that Joan might
appreciate. Jamie suggested he have his eyebrows shaped since they
were bushy and did not match his new hairdo. Marty had hesitated a
little bit but finally thought that would be okay, since he could let
them grow back later if he wanted to. Jamie had made the arrangements
so he could have them done before she did his hair, and to postpone
his grooming and fashion class to a later time period.

	Marty had not realized how painful the process would be or how
long it would take. But since he had never had this done he really had
no experience to evaluate against. He was somewhat shocked when he saw
how high they had been arched and how feminine they looked, but after
his hair was done he had to admit the overall effect was more
pleasing. Joan had been thrilled that he had chosen to have them done
and Marty gave no further thought to them after that. Well maybe a
little because all weekend he found himself drawn to every mirror to
look at himself and was pleased with the effect the new eyebrow shape
gave to his appearance.

			     Chapter Nine

	The weekend had been marvelous with he and Joan working
together for the first time ever as they gave the house a thorough
spring cleaning. Joan had arranged for Bobbie to come over and bathe
Marty and change his dressing each day. When the house cleaning had
been finished Joan had brought Marty on the couch with her to cuddle
as they watched some movies she had rented.

	Joan had not allowed anything other than her holding and
caressing Marty and an occasional kiss. She explained that they needed
to avoid any arousal on his part as that might delay the healing of
his scrotum. Marty agreed to that suggestion quickly, although he had
felt no pain at all lately, just a little itching and a drawing
sensation, he had no desire to do anything that might cause pain.

	He had spent each night in Joan's arms as she sweetly caressed
him to sleep. Even the irritation he had started feeling in his
nipples was forgotten as Joan smiled at him and patted his thigh while
driving...

	His first appointment was of course with Dr. Black. Joan had
told him the doctor would probably leave the dressing off today, which
Marty was delighted to hear. He was tired of not being allowed to
bathe himself.

	Bobbie was especially nice this morning, she didn't even
require him to put on the silly paper gown. He mounted the table with
his satin shorts on. She did erect the little tent though, and then
removed his shorts before strapping his legs in the stirrups.

	"Good Morning Marti, I really like your eyebrows, they are
very pretty," Dr. Black said. She quickly removed the dressing and
began wiping in the area with some sort of cold liquid. "Everything
looks real good down here Marti, I think we will be able to leave the
dressing off now." Marty felt a series of pulling sensations while the
doctor was talking and then she said - "Well we won't need to see you
here again until next Monday for your injections, your testicle
problem is completely eliminated and you are all healed up now."

	After the daily fluid draining with the vibrator, an event
Marty had come to look forward to in anticipation of the great
pleasure, he was somewhat disappointed to learn he would not be coming
here tomorrow. After inserting the tampon, Bobbie held up an elastic
belt, and a large sanitary napkin for Marty to see. She showed him how
to attach the napkin to the belt and then took his feet out of the
stirrups, and put the belt and napkin on him. She then put his shorts
back on and removed the tent. When he was dressed she told him he
could go see Jamie now, just remember to take his pills every day and
she would see him next Monday. The napkin covered his scrotum but left
his penis free so he could urinate. Bobbie told him to leave the
napkin in place all day and Joan would tell him what to do that
evening about replacing it, but to be sure to keep wearing a tampon
even with the napkin. Marty didn't mind, he had also become accustomed
to the tampon, he smiled when he realized that the presence of the
tampon reminded him of the reason he was wearing it.

	Jamie was waiting for him in the room where the application of
the body cream was done. Jamie could see the difference in Marty today
and said -

	" My aren't you sparkling today"

	"Yes I guess I am, I really feel good today, kind of excited
about everything. Things have really gone well for the last few days.
I can't explain it but I have had this happy feeling for the last day
or two." Marty replied.

	"Well it will just get better as you progress through the
program. How do you like the cosmetic and fashion classes now?'

	"You know I really wasn't interested the first day but now I
am enjoying them much more."

	"Good that means the program is really starting to work for
you. Have you thought about using some of the cosmetic techniques you
have been learning?'

	" I don't know why but I have been thinking about trying some
makeup. In one way it seems so strange to think that way, but I really
have the urge to try it. I guess that sounds silly doesn't it.

	"It certainly isn't silly. If you want to do something then
you should. I know if you try it you will really love how good you
will look," Jamie said.

	"I really would like to see how I would look, but I don't know
what Joan would think. And I do have to go to the dry cleaner today.
I'm sure they would be able to tell if I was wearing makeup." Marty
replied.

	"What makes you think they would think that is unusual. You
have pretty hair and eyebrows, and your clothing can pass as a woman's
outfit. They won't even notice you."

	Jamie's encouragement was starting to make Marty feel giddy.
He had been mentally fighting with these strange desires for several
days now. As a man he shouldn't want to do these things, but he kept
having this overpowering desire to see himself with makeup and even
some dangling earrings. Even now he found himself wondering how he
would look with big breasts and hips like Jamie's. Instead of normal
male lust toward her shapely body he found himself wanting to look
like her. Marty wondered if that insistent glow he was feeling in his
nipples had anything to do with these strange thoughts. He didn't know
what was causing his nipples to be like this, in fact he couldn't even
describe what he was feeling. They seemed to itch, irritate and excite
him all at the same time.

	"How could anyone help but notice? They might look like
woman's clothes but I don't have the shape to make it convincing,"
Marty said.

	As Jamie completed the application of the cream to his body
she said -

	"If you had a little more shape in your uniform, would that
make you feel more comfortable with makeup?

	"I don't know, I mean I guess so, I just don't know. I just
seem to be so confused. One moment I want to try to look prettier and
the next moment I think I shouldn't do that," Marty said

	"Do you remember when I first did your hair? You didn't like
it and were afraid someone might think there was something funny about
you. When your eyebrows were first done you were again apprehensive.
Yet now you know you love your new appearance. Let me do something to
help your shape and then you volunteer for the makeup session. You
will love the results and Joan will be extremely happy with you for
volunteering so soon into the program." -

	Jamie encouraged Marty as she removed some items from a
cabinet in the room. Without waiting for Marty's answer Jamie fastened
a brassiere in place and filled the small cups with some gel inserts.
She then had him step into some foam padded panties. As soon as he had
donned the jumpsuit she led him in front of a wall mirror. Marty was
astounded at the change. Although the breast inserts were small and
the padding was slight they gave him just the right hint of a female
shape.

	"There, that should solve your concern. Now you can look as
pretty as you want and no one could possibly believe you were a man.
Fortunately we have a famous makeup artist here this week training our
beauticians in advanced techniques by doing actual makeovers. I can
get her to use you for her demonstration this morning. As soon as your
hair is dry she will start on you. You won't have to go to class
today, you will be the class. When she finishes you will be the envy
of all the other program participants." - Jamie told Marty as she
brought him to the shampoo bowl.

			     Chapter Ten

	Marty had not protested at Jamie's suggestions, just the
suggestion of being pretty seemed to thrill him. A moment later he
thought this is crazy! I can't be letting all this happen to me! But
when he saw Jamie begin rolling his hair all of his resolve seemed to
melt away as the fear of making Joan mad gripped him. He realized Joan
was probably in agreement with Jamie's suggestions, since she had
literally forced him into this program. If he refused she would surely
hear about it. He couldn't bear the thought of having Joan return to
her old cruel and sarcastic treatment of him.

	While he was under the dryer Marty found he was paying special
attention to the makeup adds and articles in the magazines. After his
hair was dry Jamie left the rollers in and brought Marty to a large
class room. He was instructed to take a seat in the special chair in
the front of the room. The makeup artist laid the chair back and
instructed Marty to keep his eyes closed as she used a swab to rub a
cold liquid over his upper and lower eyelids, his lips, and cheeks.
When she began talking to the class, Marty could feel pressure being
applied to the edges of his eyelids in repeated little taps.

	"I am applying a medium brown for eyeliner, this is the best
color for general wear, if a darker color is desired, say for special
occasions such as going out at night you could use a darker liquid
eyeliner to enhance the look," The instructor said as she continued to
work on his upper and lower eyelids.

	Marty did not know how long this was supposed to take but it
seemed like a very long time as she moved from the edges of his eyes
to his upper lids and then all the way to his arched eyebrows.

	"Again I am using neutral shades of light brown and then
fading to beige as I near the brows. This type of shading is most
natural in appearance. By using the lighter shades if additional color
is desired such as pinks, blues or greens the lighter under shading
will make the colors more dramatic. -

	"On the cheeks I am using a rosy peach color as this closely
matches her natural coloring, as you can see what we get is the
appearance of a healthy blush.

	"However we always use a darker color than you would normally
think to outline the lips. This gives the appearance of a very clean
outline no matter what lip color is applied. By gradually shading the
rest of the lips completely with a lighter but still red color we can
achieve a very natural appearance. When more drama is desired you may
apply any of the vibrant reds for a very beautiful look."

	She had finally quit poking his face and was now smearing a
very light feeling cream to his face and neck.

	"Her complexion is so good this foundation probably will not
be necessary. But I do want you to see that if you use a light, nearly
transparent base the previously applied colors show right through.
That concludes the demonstration for this period. You may open your
eyes dear and go finish having your hair done."

	Marty was glad that was over, and as he walked back to Jamie's
chair he realized he had not been embarrassed to go in that room with
all those women with his hair set. It didn't bother him at all for
them to watch him as he had all the cosmetics applied. Marty really
had been thinking about how he liked seeing himself with his hair set.
It was strangely thrilling. Jamie welcomed him back by saying -

	"Oh Marti you are beautiful, here look at yourself."

	Jamie turned the chair to face the mirror and as Marty saw his
face he was mesmerized. He couldn't believe how pretty he was, more so
he couldn't believe how much he liked how he looked. He became so
excited he began to feel weak, his blood was racing, his heart was
pounding, his poor little nipples were tingling and he could feel
juice oozing out of his penis. He stayed in this state of near
collapse as Jamie took his hair down and combed it out. She gave the
curls even more definition today and he watched the transformation in
rapture.

	"Oh Jamie I look like those pictures on the walls." Marty
exclaimed.

	"Yes you do, I knew you would be beautiful, you probably will
be chosen to model for the institute's advertising brochures." Jamie
told him as she finished with his hair.

	"You just need one thing more to finish off the look." Jamie
said.

	"What is that?" Marty asked absent minded as he continued to
gaze at his mirrored image.

	"Earrings of course, what do you think, would you like for me
to put some in for you?"

	"Oh yes, I have been thinking about some long dangling loops!

	"Oh the loops will have to wait a while, you have to start
with little studs until they heal." Jamie told him as she popped a
small stud into each ear lobe.

	Marty shuddered with pleasure as he saw his ears being
pierced. He had experienced some momentary hesitation this morning
before the cosmetics were applied, but had this unexplainable urge to
be ask for more help to be pretty. He was experiencing great pleasure
with each new procedure, but he was also having some slight regrets.
His mind seemed to be flopping back and forth. - Joan had responded so
positively to his arched eyebrows he wanted to do more to please her.
Jamie was right, Joan will probably like the cosmetics and pierced
ears as much as I do. He would worry about having to change back when
the two years were over. He was feeling so good now he just wanted to
go on feeling like this.

	"Hello Joan, Dr. Powell here, I am calling to tell how well
Marti is progressing. I have never seen a previously unwilling subject
progress so fast. Apparently you had really done a number on him
before you brought him in. His responses indicate almost total
acquiescence to any suggestion that he thinks will please you.
Obviously this is a result of your previous emotional conditioning of
him. I would like to add a word of caution here, you must be very
careful in your treatment of him now. Don't go to either extreme,
either in kindness or criticism. His mental balance is rather unstable
now, and in his present condition he may go to extremes to please you.
I am sure that is why he volunteered for to have permanent cosmetic
procedures applied, although he did not realize they were permanent.
He also chose to have his ears pierced today."

	"He did? Wonderful, you are truly a miracle worker Dr. Powell.
I am very excited at how fast this is proceeding."

	"Yes I am sure you are, but please remember my caution, in his
present state he could go either way. Any criticism on your part could
trigger massive resentment resulting in extremely violent behavior. If
you praise him too highly for his progress or overtly show him too
much attention, his resistance and spirit could be totally broken
which could result in exaggerated feminine behavior. He might
permanently become what is sometimes referred to as an "air head",
interested only in his feminine appearance, and could exhibit slave
like dependence to your will. He will constantly be seeking
verification from you that he is beautiful and feminine. He will be
willing to do anything you ask to be assured of your love. In other
words he will be incapable of functioning, except in a relationship
with you. He will no longer have any emotional stability, and be
totally dependent on you for validation of his new personality."

	"Yes I understand Dr. Powell. You may be assured that I will
be very careful in dealing with Marti. I will take special care to be
sure he develops properly, by using the information you have given me.
Thank you for calling."

			    Chapter Eleven

	After Marty's experience of the morning his day had continued
to go beautifully. He was feeling some soreness in the areas where the
instructor had spent so much time applying his makeup. That, he
thought was of no consequence in comparison to the enjoyment he was
receiving as he stopped to touch his hair and look at his beautiful
face in every mirror he passed. Even though Marty had to do laundry
today, he had been able to breeze through his work rapidly. He was now
actually enjoying his household duties, especially preparing the house
for Joan's arrival. Marty was so anxious and excited as he waited for
Joan. He flitted about the house checking everything to be certain it
was perfect. He could hardly contain himself as he waited for Joan to
see his new face and pierced ears. Marty had put on a fresh frilly
white apron and was standing by the door with her drink on a silver
tray when she arrived.

	"Oh Marti, you are just precious. Your makeup is absolutely
gorgeous. And earrings too! You had all this done to please me. You
are so sweet! I just love it!" Joan told Marty as she looked him over.
"You even picked out that apron to wear just for me," Joan said taking
her drink. With her other arm she pulled Marty to her and kissed him
passionately. As she held him captive and repeatedly stroked his mouth
with her tongue Marty nearly swooned with delight. Joan put her arm
around Marty's waist and walked with him to the living room. Instead
of taking her usual position in her chair, she led Marty to the love
seat telling him to sit beside her. Joan sipped her drink and gently
held Marty's hand beginning a well planned conversation that continued
through dinner and as she helped him clean up the dining room and
kitchen.

	"I am just so happy you decided to have your face done and get
your ears pierced. You look so good now. In about two weeks when your
ears have healed up we can go shopping for some loops and maybe some
nice dangling chains. Maybe even pierce them again, or even twice
more. Yes I think I would like to see three sets of different sized
loops. Don't you think that would be great Marti? -

	"Marti, the house looks just fabulous. You are really doing a
good job. - This meal is delicious, you are really becoming a great
cook."

	"You know Marti, I just can't tell you how much I love the way
you are fitting in to the program. Everyone says you are perfect, that
you have done better than anyone else in the program. I even received
praise from the president of the company about you."

	Marty was almost purring with contentment, as Joan continued
in her praise for him. He was so glad now that he had volunteered to
have his face done today. He had liked it for himself, but when he saw
how much it had pleased Joan, he was ecstatic. How could he have been
so stupid to fight with Joan for so long. It seems that as soon as he
started doing what she wanted, every criticism, and cruel word had
stopped. It was like Joan was an entirely different person now. Marty
was convinced even more now that he must continue to please Joan by
doing everything she wanted. Marty was feeling wonderful as they
finished the work of cleaning up after dinner. Joan had told him to
drink the wine with his meal so he could do his vocational lessons on
the computer right away. Just before he went to his room Joan told him
when he finished his lesson to come to her bath that she wanted him to
assist her with her bath. Marty was in a daze as he went to the
computer terminal. To help Joan bathe had been a dream of his, but she
had never permitted this type of intimacy before. His excitement had
reached such heights he was trembling with anticipation.

	Joan was reclining in a sea of bubbles when Marty arrived in
her bathroom. It had been designed as a master bath and had a very
large whirlpool tub. Of course immediately after Marty purchased the
house Joan had changed the decor. It was now very feminine and a
perfect setting for the lovely Joan.

	"Take your jumpsuit and shoes off Marti, then come kneel by
the tub. I want you to bathe me, and then perhaps I will bathe you."
Joan said.

	Marty quickly complied with Joan's request. This had been his
wish for such a long time, he almost lost control when he actually
heard those words from Joan's lips. Trembling from excitement and
anticipation, Marty had some trouble divesting himself of his shoes
and jumpsuit. Joan, watching closely, noted Marty's condition and
smiled as she watched.

	Marty knelt by the tub in his shorts and carefully began
gently washing Joan's toes, and then feet. He carefully watched her
expression for approval and when he saw her smiling he started working
his way up her legs. Marty carefully avoided the inside of Joan's
lovely thighs, washing instead her hips and waist. Suddenly Joan
reached out and placed his soapy hand on her right breast.

	"Wash it very carefully, can you see how my nipple is swelling
as you touch it? Ooh that feels so good Marti. Do you know how much
pleasure there is in having big breasts Marti? Wash the other one now.
Oooh, so good. Stand up and take your shorts off. I want you to get in
the tub with me." Joan began a well planned litany with Marti.

	Marty rushed to comply with her command. As he entered the tub
Joan stood up and began to tease his already glowing nipples with her
hands and then by raking her large hard nipples back and forth across
his.

	"Do you like the way my breasts look as I swing them back and
forth? Joan asked.

	"Oh yessssss." Marty whispered as he stared at Joan's
beautiful breasts.

	"Would you like to have big breasts like mine Marti?"

	By this time Marti was so excited his answer was almost
incoherent. His poor little nipples had been glowing all day, and the
thought of having big beautiful breasts like Joan seemed like a
perfect idea.

	"Oh yes Joan, I wish I could feel what you are feeling."

	"If you really want them Marti, I will let you have your own
beautiful breasts to bring us both pleasure."

	"Oh please yes!" Marti mumbled.

	"You are very fortunate Marti. I will grant your wish. In fact
I will give you much more," Joan said.

	Joan removed the sanitary napkin and pulled the elastic belt
over his head. Joan began to wash Marty, keeping her body pressed
close to his as she washed his back and buttocks softly and
lingeringly. She then began to wash his chest, paying special
attention to his throbbing little nipples.

	"Doesn't that feel wonderful Marti? I can hardly wait until
yours are as big and beautiful as mine."

	"Ooooh, yes."

	Marty was now beyond any rational thought, the hormones in the
injections, pills, and those which were contained in the body cream
and hair styling lotion were playing havoc with his mental processes.
Combined with the mind altering drugs in the wine, and the
brainwashing computer program, Marty's own will had been totally
removed. It was as if every suggestion and word from Joan was being
indelibly inscribed on a blank record. Every thing that Joan wanted
became what he wanted.

	"Put your hand between my legs Marti. Do you like the feel of
it Marti? Do you want to feel what it is like to have your own? To
feel lips and a tongue gently caressing your very own sweet
womanhood?"

	"Oh yes, please, I want that so much."

	Marty's legs were about to buckle as Joan began soaping his
swollen, yet limp, penis and empty scrotum.

	"Look down here Marti, can you see that those ugly hurting
testicles are gone. Now there won't be any more of those horrible male
hormones to make you act ugly and resist my beautiful will. Our lives
can now be perfect together, you are so happy they are gone. Now you
can be like me Marti. Beautiful, sweet and always happy."

	Joan supported Marty and helped him out of the tub. Marty had
said nothing in reply when Joan showed him that he had been castrated.
Marty had just smiled happily with a glazed look in his eyes. Joan
toweled Marty and herself dry and then told him -

	"Take your tampon out Marti, I am going to let you use my
bidet."

	Marty lost some of the glazed look as the thought of being
allowed to do something so feminine penetrated the fog of his rapidly
changing mental condition. He quickly bent over and removed the
tampon, wrapping it in tissue before placing it in the wastebasket.
Joan had run some water through the nozzle of her bidet to warm it.
When Marty sat on the saddle Joan pressed the lever and slowly raised
the nozzle until it was fully inserted in Marty's previously stretched
rectum. Marty gave a soft but high pitched squeal of pleasure as Joan
gently began the flow of water.

	"This is something you will have to do every day when you get
your vagina. To be truly feminine Marti you must keep it clean and
fresh."

	Marty quickly rose to expel the water in the commode as Joan
instructed.

	"You must start practicing wiping from front to back now
Marti. Now bend over, I am going to insert a lubricating suppository"

	Marty shivered as he felt the suppository enter him. He was
still smiling but the glazed look in his eyes had changed and it was
now obvious Marty was lost in dream land. Visions of beautiful breasts
with swollen nipples, and a pink slit with a throbbing clitoris filled
Marty's limited mental faculties. Joan powdered them both and led
Marty naked to her bed. Even in Marty's present mental condition the
significance of being in Joan's bed naked did not go unnoticed.

	"Get on your hands and knees Marti. You have always wanted us
to have intercourse, and tonight your wish is about to come true."

	Marty felt Joan getting in the bed, and then something
touching his anal ring. Joan grasped his hips and pushed the object
steadily against him. His stretched and lubricated rear offered only
slight resistance. Marty suddenly recognized the feel of this object
Joan was impaling him with, it was that wonderful vibrator! Only Joan
had somehow attached it to her, and now was slowly stroking it in and
out of Marty.

	"Your wish has come true Marti, we are having intercourse in
my bed. Doesn't it feel good? Soon you will have your own beautiful
breasts to jiggle as I stroke you Marti. As I stroke your new vagina.
You will be my own love toy to be screwed whenever I want it. You want
more than any thing to have big breasts, and your own pussy. You will
want me to screw you all the time and will do anything to please me.
You want to be my maid and serve me at all times."

	Joan caressed Marty's swollen nipples while she stroked him
with the vibrating dildo. As Joan continued her well planned litany
Marty looked back under himself and in his dreamy state saw a vision
of his own breasts swinging in rhythm with the strokes of that
wonderful vibrator. Joan came with the greatest orgasm she had ever
had when she heard Marty's high pitched giggle.

	Marty's mind had slipped just like Dr. Powell said it would,
Marty is now forever the maid Joan had always desired. Please do not
feel sorry for Marti. She is now supremely happy, lost forever in a
dreamy world of beauty and feminine fashion. Rest assured that Joan
will provide Marti the opportunity to be as feminine as possible. She
will give her daily validation as a female by encouraging her to
become the perfect maid.

	Oh yes, by the way, Joan is very happy also. She has every
intention of showing her love for Marti. Joan plans to screw what
little bit of masculine brain function Marti might have left, out of
her at least twice a day. Of course since Joan receives so much
pleasure doing it she might just have to increase that to three times
a day!