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Date: Tue, 28 Feb 95 14:57:33 EST
From: libop@xconn.com
Subject: TG: Private Investigation [1/3]

		       A Private Investigation
				  by
			    Karen Albright
			       Prologue

	There are many parts of society that remain shrouded in
mystery, and the world of private investigators is just such a part of
society. Its players remain largely unknown outside their clients,
their counterparts, the police, and other restricted groups of people.
Clinton Crayle had been an exception to that generalization. While his
ability to dealing with kinky sex crimes was a very special area, he
was generally known for those exploits. Currently, however, the
problem facing the community was that no one knew where he was. He had
not been seen or heard from for over a year, and that left a small,
but significant, group of "problems" without solution.

	A young private investigator, Joseph Wilcox, tried to step
into Mr. Crayle's shoes, and fill this need.

		   Joe Wilcox, Private Investigator

	My name is Joseph Wilcox, as a private investigator with 5
years experience I felt that I had the skills to prosper in this
specialized "Market". To get a start, I had researched as much of
Crayle's work as I could find, which was very little because most of
Crayle's clients required absolute secrecy. I had located the names of
only a few people who had met him, including a woman named Evelyn
Traynor. Those who had been willing to talk to me told me of many
cases that Crayle had resolved by masquerading very convincingly as a
woman, but my only clues as to how Crayle accomplished that feat were
that the woman named Traynor had helped, and no-one had seen or heard
from her for over a year either.

	I have some of the traits that made Clinton Crayle successful.
I am a slight man, with a boyish face and light facial hair. Lacking a
resource like Traynor, I spent a some time "undercover" in the
transvestite community to learn some of the secrets that they had
used. In the process, I had located a few sources of ideas and a few
stores that catered to transvestites.

	Even though this was little to start with, I let it be known
that I was capable of handling the kinds of cases that Crayle
specialized in, and I waited for the business to build.

			    An Opportunity

	Initially, my efforts turned into a few cases of proving
adultery for divorce cases, and finding run-away girls who had turned
to prostitution. These had paid well, but had required no talents
beyond those that any good private investigator might possess.
Undaunted, I continued to seek strange kinds of cases, and was finally
rewarded with a curiously cryptic message on my answering machine one
afternoon. The message was simply to please call a Samantha Edgars,
the private secretary of the head-mistress of a very small, private
girls college in an adjoining county. I knew little about the school,
and could not find out anything easily, so I simply returned the call.
I was rewarded with a very alluring voice on the other end.

	"Good morning, Highland Forest Academy," she said.

	"Hello. I am Joe Wilcox" I replied. "How may I help you"

	"Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she responded. "Miss Abernathy is expecting
your call. Please hold while I tell her you are on the line."

	There was a momentary pause, and an equally alluring voice
said "Good Morning Mr. Wilcox. I am Edith Abernathy, the headmistress
of The Academy, and I desperately need to talk with you. Can you meet
with me this afternoon?"

	I did not want to appear without work, but I knew that I could
not pass up this opportunity. "I have a busy afternoon, but I believe
that I can make time. When would you like to meet?"

	"I will be finished with our regular lunch period at 1:00 PM."
She replied. "Can we meet then?"

	"Certainly!" I answered. "I will see you then."

	Not wanting to appear ignorant, I did not even ask for
directions to the school, and I soon found out that it was difficult
to locate. I finally found it with the help of an old friend in the
tax assessment office. There I learned that the Academy was located on
a huge, wooded parcel of land about 25 miles away. The only access was
via a small, back country road that led North from town. Lacking more
data, I left immediately in the hopes of learning more about the
school.

	The drive was not difficult, even though the roads were poorly
maintained once they left the main highway. I soon saw a small sign
that indicated that the school was just a short distance away, so I
slowed down. In about a mile, I noticed a high, chain link fence,
with a barbed wire top. It emerged from the woods, turned, and ran
along the right side of the road. I followed it for at least a mile
until I saw a large, brick gateway. The top of the gateway said
"Highland Forest Academy". I got out of the car, and walked toward the
gate to a small box that said "Phone". I opened it, and followed the
instructions for dialing. After a short discussion with someone at the
other end of the phone, the name Ms. Abernathy got some action.

	I returned to my car, and had barely started the motor when
the gates slowly opened. I drove through, and noted that they
immediately closed behind me. I followed the road through the forest
for at least a half a mile until it opened onto a beautiful open area,
with a number of Gothic granite buildings at the other end. To one
side, there were three playing fields with soccer and field hockey
goals, and a well developed running track.

	One of the buildings was next to the fields, and looked like a
gymnasium. The one next to it, with its clock tower and tall windows,
appeared to be the classrooms and administrative areas, and the others
one must have been dormitories for the students.

	I parked my car in the small parking area, I straightened my
tie, grabbed my brief case, and walked toward the front door of the
middle building. It and had a crest above the door that said,
"Discipline leads to knowledge."

	Inside the door was a small listing of offices that indicated
that Ms. Abernathy's office was on the first floor, to the right, so
I immediately went there. Inside the door, I was met by a strikingly
beautiful blond. "Hello Mr. Wilcox. Ms. Abernathy is expecting you."

	"Thank you" I responded as she led me to a large door to one
side of the office. She knocked, and I could barely hear some sort of
response. The girl opened the door, and I had a view of a very large
room, very tastefully decorated in Victorian furniture and fixtures.
We walked inside, and the woman gestured to the left. There was an
empty desk, some chairs, and a couch. Pointing to the couch, the
secretary said "Please have a seat. Miss Abernathy will be right with
you."

	Very quickly, I heard the adjoining door begin to open, and I
stood up. As I did, an even more beautiful woman entered the room.
She was dressed in a severe business suit, with long, straight blond
hair, five inch stiletto heeled shoes, and a body that looked sexy
even in the formal suit. "Good afternoon Mr. Wilcox. I am Edith
Abernathy. Thank you for making time to talk with me."

	"It is my pleasure," I replied.

	"Please sit down and let me explain the situation," she
responded. She walked quickly toward the couch and sat down beside
him. "Mr. Wilcox, do you know anything about Highland Forest Academy?"
she asked.

	"No, I don't," I replied. "Even though I tried to learn out
about it."

	"Well!" she replied. "Highland Forest Academy is a very
special sort of college. We provide schooling and training for the
daughters of a select few very wealthy families. We specialize in
"evolving" these ladies into very beautiful women, with tremendous
poise and character. As you can guess, their parents do not want
anyone to know that their daughters have undergo such training, so
everything that we do is surrounded with great care and secrecy. That
is why there is such high security to enter the campus."

	"I see," I replied. "But, what kind of training do you
provide?"

	"I will tell you in good time!" she snapped. "Please let me
finish!

	I was startled by her abrupt tone, particularly coming from
such a beautiful woman, so I rested back against the couch and
listened.

	"My reason for calling you has to do with a seeming problem in
our security," she continued. "You see, three of our students have
disappeared."

	"Oh" I replied cautiously.

	"Yes," she replied. "Even with our tight security, three
ladies could not be located at roll-call last Monday morning. We
conducted a search of the campus, but have been unable to find any
clues as to their location. As you can guess, we will loose our
reputation as an institution of extreme discretion if we can not
locate these ladies. Their parents have made a tremendous investment
in their future here at Highland Forest, and they will surely sue us
into bankruptcy if we can not locate their daughters."

	"I can understand," I commented. "When were they last seen?"

	"They were present for the bed-check on Sunday night," she
replied. "But they were gone the next morning before breakfast."

	"I can understand your problem, before we continue, I have a
lot to learn about your school," I commented. "Can we start with a
quick tour of the grounds."

	"Certainly," she replied. "Samantha can take you around the
campus." She stood up, moved quickly to the intercom on her desk, and
said "Samantha, please take Mr. Wilcox for a tour." As she moved, I
could only marvel at her tremendous beauty. Her striking figure made
even a woman's' business suit look alluring, and her beautiful face,
with pouting lips, was almost an open invitation to kiss. I felt an
erection straining in my pants as I sat there.

	Samantha Edgar walked into the room, and talked quietly with
Ms. Abernathy. She too, was incredibly beautiful. She and Edith
exchanged glances, and she came back to the couch. "Will you please
come with me?" She asked.

	I stood up quickly. Fearing that my now raging erection might
be apparent, I held my coat in front of myself as I moved away from
the couch. "It would be my pleasure," I answered.

	"Samantha will give you a quick tour of the campus," Edith
commented. "Then we should discuss how you might help us."

			      The School

	I was having difficulty keeping from staring at Samantha Edgar
as I followed her out of the room. She said "Please follow me and we
can go through this building quickly."

	Trying to concentrate on the school was very difficult with
Samantha with me, but I tried to remember details as we walked down
the hall. The first floor contained mostly offices of various
administrative functions. I saw doors with titles like "Dean of
Academics", Dean of Students", Security", "Admissions", "Finance",
Buildings and Grounds", and "Food services". All of the doors were
open, and in those that I could look into, I saw sparse offices, with
incredibly beautiful secretaries. In both the Security and the
Buildings and Grounds offices, the secretaries were talking with other
striking women. From the outside, the building had seemed to have long
corridors extending toward the back, but the main hall ended at a
large door. "This is the Dining Hall," Samantha commented as she
opened the huge doors.

	Inside, there was a large room, equipped as a dining hall
should be. The menu selections posted near the door all contained
calorie data beside each selection, but nothing seemed worthy of note.

	We left the dining room, and walked toward the other end of
the main hall. After passing the main entrance, the hall contained
more administrative offices, and another large door at the end. This
one had a sign "Medical Clinic."

	Samantha opened the door, and there was a small waiting room,
with a nurse sitting at the desk. She, like the rest of the women that
I had seen, was strikingly beautiful. Samantha turned, and left the
room before I could ask if the clinic took up the whole side of the
building.

	We walked up a set of stairs, and down the long halls. Here,
the halls extended in a large U shape, with class rooms, each
carefully numbered, arranged on each side. It was in the middle of
classes, so most rooms were occupied. The few that were open were very
well equipped, I noticed that none of the rooms seemed to have more
that about 10 chairs around the tables.

	Only one room had a teacher at her desk, but she, like all
others he had seen, was beautiful.

	We descended via stairs at the middle of the hall, and left
the building through the front door. Once outside, she turned toward
the large building that had been on the right as I entered. "Let's go
to the gymnasium next," she commented.

	The gymnasium, was pretty much what I had expected. I also
noticed three large exercise rooms, and two rooms with mirrored walls
and a bar for dancing practice. What surprised me most was the huge,
fully equipped exercise room with Nautilus machines, and weights.

	The dormitory also was pretty much what I expected. While we
did not leave the lobby, Samantha explained that each suite held two
girls, and each floor had a teacher living there to keep things
"running smoothly". The lobby contained a large TV, several couches,
and some vending machines. As we left, Samantha commented, "All 200 of
our students live here. Even local students must stay on campus while
they are in school."

	As we entered the main building again, a loud buzzer rang, and
the sound level increased dramatically. "The classes change rooms by
grade," Samantha commented. "The younger ones move first, then the
older classes."

	As we stood outside the main office, I was impressed with the
order of the students as they moved between classes. As subsequent
bells rang, I began to notice that, while all of the girls were
attractive, each class seemed to be more beautiful than the last.

	Back in the office of Ms. Abernathy, I pulled up a chair
before her desk. "Well, what do you think about the school?" she
asked.

	"I am impressed," I responded. "Your facilities are all well
planned, and the students seem very well behaved."

	"Thank you," she replied. "We believe that we provide a unique
environment to help young women mature into beautiful ladies."

	"Please tell me more about the school's training," I asked.

	Ms. Abernathy paused for a moment, and then spoke with
carefully chosen words. "The parents of our students are all very
wealthy. They demand the best of everything, and we try to please
them. We provide a very rigorous education for all grades. We are, in
fact, regularly at the top of the state for National Merit Finalists,
even with a very small student body."

	"That is admirable," I commented. "They all seem to be
exceptionally beautiful ladies."

	Ms. Abernathy paused again. "One of our other strengths is our
training in poise and manners," she replied. "We require strict
dietary control, vigorous exercise, and extensive figure training as a
part of every students' ongoing life at Highland Forest. We even
provide limited cosmetic surgery and advice for families who believe
that their child needs special attention."

	She paused for a third time, then said "Well Mr. Wilcox, can
you help us find our missing children?"

	I thought for a minute, and replied, "Yes, but I will need a
day or two to obtain some data." I paused again, trying to think as
fast as I could. "Do you have pictures of the missing girls?" I
asked.

	"Yes," she replied, as she pulled a small envelope from her
desk. They were three very beautiful girls, just like all that I had
seen.

	I took the envelope, "Thank you, I will return this once I
solve the case. One other matter," I said as I thought. "I will need
to have one of my employees admitted to your school. I believe that
she looks young enough that she can fit right into your student body.
Can that be arranged?"

	Ms. Abernathy looked concerned, but she replied, "Well, I
believe that we can allow that if there is no other way. We will have
to require that your employee abide by all of our rules and
regulations."

	"Certainly," I responded. "She must appear to be just an
ordinary student. One thing that would help would be if she could use
the room and all of the clothing of one of the missing girls."

	Again, she paused. "I believe that that can be arranged. Your
employee must be young looking, and about 5' 6" in height."

	I almost sighed in relief. Now a plan was beginning to form in
my mind. "I will call you tomorrow to arrange for the new student," I
said. "I believe that I know just the right person for this work."

	"Fine, just bill us for your fees when you find the girls,"
she commented as she stood up. "I hope that you realize how important
it is to us to find out the breach in our security. We will loose our
students, and our reputation, if word of this disappearance gets out.
You, and your employees, must maintain absolute secrecy in this
matter."

	"Don't worry, you can count on me to help you," I commented as
I left the room.

			       The Plan

	Back in my office, I began to think about ways to solve the
Academy case. I thought to himself, "how would Crayle have solved
this?" The obvious answer was that Crayle would have disguised himself
as a girl, and gone to the school as a student. That sounded easy, but
how could I do that? I increased my research into possible ways.

	One clue that I had found from my studies of Crayle's methods
was a name, NB Enterprises. I had no idea what it was, so I looked it
up in the phone book, found an address, and drove past it.

	NB Enterprises turned out to be a small office in an older
building in the business district. I parked my car, and went to the
office. Inside, I found nothing but a small office, with a beautiful
receptionist. I had no idea what they did, so I decided to try a ploy.
"Good afternoon," I said to the receptionist. "You were recommended to
me by a Mr. Crayle."

	She looked at me and replied, "Certainly, please have a seat.
What was your name?"

	"Wilcox, Joseph Wilcox," I replied.

	She then typed something into the small computer on her desk,
waited for its response, and then made a quick phone call. She then
turned back to me and said, "Are you here to get some M/X?"

	M/X must have meant Metacalpholate-X I thought. That was one
of the things that I had heard vague references to that Crayle used
for my disguises. "Yes," I replied.

	She disappeared for at least 5 minutes, and then returned with
a small box. She opened it carefully, checked its contents, and then
turned to me. "This is the latest batch Mr. Wilcox. We have made
substantial changes since we last sold it to Mr. Crayle."

	"Oh," I responded. "What are those differences?"

	She looked at me quizzically, and answered, "As we told him,
we have separated the product into different compounds, and it took a
lot of work to do that. The old M/X used to provide three effects at
once, development of secondary female sexual characteristics in a
male, enhancement of certain of those characteristics such as breast
size, and significant enhancement of female sexual drive, even in a
male."

	"With this batch, the first compound, M/X-2 provides just
secondary female sexual characteristics, similar to an extended female
hormone dosage. Breasts develop, hair grows longer, fat displaces to
the hips and breasts from the waist, the voice becomes higher, and
body hair decreases. In addition, with this batch, the penis and
scrotum change shape to perfectly imitate a female vagina, complete
with clitoris, and labia, that can take a full sized penis exactly
like a woman, and provide climaxes like a woman's. The resulting
physical changes are to the figure of an averagely proportioned woman,
with a thin waist, normal hips, and about a 34A bust."

	"The second compound enhances certain characteristics,
primarily breast size. It enlarges breasts on both women, and M/X
converted males, proportional to the amount administered. It must be
used with care. A little will produce substantial changes."

	"The third compound provides the same increases in sexual
drive that the old M/X developed. Again, be careful of the dosage.
Results are proportional to the amount administered."

	"The final vial is Metacalpholate-Y, the antidote of M/X. This
will reverse all of the changes that M/X makes. Just be sure that M/Y
never mixes with either of the other three," she continued. "It must
always be administered separately, from its own syringe. If it mixes,
the results are unpredictable, but we believe that it will both
multiply the effects of the other three, and also substantially
prolong their duration. Instead of the 3 to 4 months of changes
normally experienced with M/X, the changes seem to last much longer,
possibly permanently."

	"Well, I will have to be very careful," I said. "What is the
price?"

	"$4,000 for this dosage," she replied quickly.

	I gulped, but I had no choice. There was no other way that I
knew to solve the case, so I paid and quickly left the office. Now I
had a way to get into the school.

	Back at my office, I called Ms. Abernathy and told her that my
"employee," Megan Cartright, would be the new student that I had
suggested. I suggested that she be a Senior at the school, because
the missing girls were all Seniors. I said that Megan would be at the
school the following Sunday to start classes. She would arrive in a
chauffeured limousine at about 2:00 PM. Ms. Abernathy agreed.

	I also asked that the clothes of the missing girls be sent
immediately to my office, as well as their luggage. Ms. Abernathy
agreed, and a small van appeared within 2 hours with 6 trunks of girls
clothes and school uniforms.

	With all of the clothes, I now had a plan in place. I hoped to
do some additional investigations of the missing girls' parents and
then I could get to work.

	By Friday, I had found little about the families of the
missing girls other than having memorized their pictures. I only knew
that they all lived over 500 miles away from the school. I was running
out of time, and I knew that I would need time to adapt to my
disguise, so I stopped that afternoon, and prepared for my change.

			   Megan Cartright

	I opened the box from ND Enterprises with caution. Inside I
found a small case carefully packed with 4 vials, and 2 syringes. The
vials were marked M/X-2, MX Enhancer, Behavior Modifier, and M/Y. One
syringe was marked M/X, and the other M/Y.

	My plan was to start with just the M/X-2. I did not want to
stand out from the rest of the class, and I wanted to see all of the
training that Highland Forest provided. With that in mind, I read the
enclosed dosage information, determined that for my body weight, and
for average development I required 250 units, and filled the M/X
syringe with that much M/X. I was scared, and my hands shook as I
carefully took the syringe and injected its contents into my right
hip. Then I undressed and sat on my bed to await the change.

	The drug seemed to feel warm as it spread throughout my body,
but initially I felt nothing else, then I became very sleepy, and lost
consciousness.

	I awoke with a start. The clock beside the bed said 11:35 PM.
I had been asleep for almost 4 hours. I moved slowly in bed and
everything felt different, but I could not describe how it felt
different.

	The first thing that I noticed was that I had long hair that
moved on my shoulders as I moved my head. I reached up to touch it,
and saw that it was light blond. I then sat up, and felt my chest move
as I did. Again I reached up, and touched breasts on my chest. The
amazing part of the sensation was the warmth that spread throughout my
body as my hands touched my new, large nipples. I looked down and saw
two average sized boobs.

	I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stood up. I felt
a new center of gravity, with new weight on my chest, and enlarged
hips as I moved toward a mirror. The mirror showed a slight,
attractive girl, who could have been anywhere from 17 to 25 years old.
She had a slim waist, an attractive face, slim hands and feet,
prominent but not large boobs, long blond hair, wide hips, and just a
triangle of hair between her legs. Instinctively, I reached between my
legs. The change was complete. My fingers went into a slit between my
legs, and a new, pleasant sensation spread over my body again. I was
both excited and afraid. I was now a complete woman to anyone but a
doctor who had performed a complete physical exam. This was a perfect
disguise, but I was afraid that I could not carry it off. The new
sensations were so alien to me that I had to sit down for a bit and
rest.

	I then went to the 6 trunks, and began to look at the clothes
in them. I quickly found that 1 of the girls was too small, so I
closed her trunks and used the trunks that belonged to the remaining
2. They contained all sorts of girls clothes which I quickly sorted
into piles. Feeling exposed, I first picked out a pair of panties and
a bra and put them on. It felt funny to be wearing girls' clothing,
but I knew that I had no other way to solve the case.

	Wearing just bra and panties, I looked sexy even to himself.
They felt smooth as I pulled them on, and the support that the bra
provided, once I got it on, made me feel less off balance. It felt so
strange to see myself as a girl in the mirror.

	I then concentrated on the other clothes. I initially tried
the school uniforms. They were white blouses, short plaid skirts,
white stockings, and loafers. The uniform made me look exactly like
all of the girls that I had seen changing classes the day I had been
at the school. What a strange feeling to look into a mirror and see a
young girl looking back!

	Next, I tried the casual clothing. It included only skirts,
blouses, sweaters, and a few simple dresses. I could find no slacks at
all. Again, they were easy to wear and comfortable.

	The dressy clothes were more difficult to wear. I had to
master wearing pantyhose, slips, and strapless dresses before I felt
that I had tried them all out. The most difficult items were the high
heeled shoes. I found that they fit, but were difficult to get used
to. I finally took off the last dress, but left the shoes on just to
practice.

	I looked at the clock. It read 3:00AM. It was getting late, so
I found a nightgown, and pulled it on. The silky feeling as is slid on
was great, and I felt the warm feeling between my legs again as I
finally got into bed.

	The bright sun of mid-day finally awoke me, and I was
initially startled at my condition, until I remembered what I had done
the previous day. I got up and took a shower, and put the nightgown
back on. I pulled on the high heels to practice some more. They were
very hard to get used to, and I constantly stumbled as I walked around
my house. I then spent almost 2 hours practicing with the makeup that
was in the trunk. I was not very successful, so I decided to use
minimal amounts, and let the school teach me how to use it. With that
in mind, I put on some subdued lipstick, and some fingernail polish
and considered that enough for now. Then I spent a few minutes in
front of the mirror, combing my long hair.

	I began to like the smooth feel of the nightgown, and the
sensation of it rubbing against my new, big nipples was erotic. As I
went about the task of closing up my house, and choosing and packing
my new clothes, I gradually learned to walk well in the high heels. I
figured that I had to overcome that obstacle before arriving at
school. I carefully selected the clothes that I felt looked best, and
packed them in 2 trunks. The first items that I put into the trunk
were the vials and syringes from NB Enterprises. I concealed them, and
some additional "tools of the trade" like a very small camera, in a
false bottom that I had put into one of the trunks. I also spent some
time watching old movies with attractive woman stars to learn some
feminime mannerisms.

	That night, I slept better, and awoke early on Sunday morning.
I spent some time cleaning up the house, and practicing with the
leftover make-up. By about 11:00 AM, I had pretty well closed up the
house and packed. I had no idea how long I would be away, so the mail
was on hold, the paper was stopped, the utilities were paid for the
next 6 months, and the heat was turned down. I could not decide what
to wear, but with a 1:00PM arrival of a limousine, I finally decided
on a rather dressy outfit, with skirt and coat, over a lacy blouse. I
loved the feel of the pantyhose, and the slip, as I pulled them on,
and the suit looked very expensive. I used very little make-up, just
some lipstick and nail polish, and I felt ready for my new life as a
college student. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could feel a
stirring between my legs as my male needs began to react to the
attractive girl I had become.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg
Date: Tue, 28 Feb 95 14:57:56 EST
From: libop@xconn.com
Subject: TG: Private Investigation [2/3]

		       A Private Investigation
				  by
			    Karen Albright
				Part 2
		       Highland Forest Academy

	The limousine arrived, and the driver loaded the 2 trunks into
the back. He seemed attracted to me as he held the door, and I was
surprised at my new, high voice as I said "Thank you."

	At 2:00PM, the limousine pulled up at the Highland Forest
administration building. I was initially concerned about what would
happen then, but Ms. Abernathy quickly appeared from the building
door. The driver opened the door and Ms. Abernathy said "Hello," as I
climbed discretely from the car. I was afraid that he might recognize
me, but that did not prove to be a problem.

	"Hello," I said in the new, high voice. "I am Megan
Cartright."

	"Mr. Wilcox said that you would be coming. We are glad to have
you," Ms. Abernathy replied. "Let me take you to your room." She
walked slowly toward one of the dormatories. "Did Mr. Wilcox tell you
of our problem?"

	"Yes Ma'am," I replied. "He also explained how sensitive the
issue is to the school. I am sure that we can solve your problem."

	We entered the front door of one dormitory, and climbed a set
of stairs to one side. On the second floor, we entered the main hall
and walked to the end door. Ms. Abernathy knocked and a beautiful
woman opened the door. "This is the new student, Megan Cartright.
Megan, this is Ms. Wallace, the teacher who lives on this floor."

	"Hello Megan," she responded. "Won't you both come in for a
moment."

	"Hello, Ma'am," I responded politely as I followed Ms. Abernathy
into the apartment. "I am pleased to meet you."

	"Ms. Wallace teaches gymnastics," Ms. Abernathy commented.
"She is in charge of this floor. If you have any problems, she can
help you."

	"Yes," Ms. Wallace responded. "Once you get settled, please
come down so that we can talk."

	"Thank you, I will," I responded as we turned and left.

	At the other end of the hall, Ms. Abernathy stopped at a
closed door, numbered 238. She knocked, and a voice said "Please come
in."

	She opened the door, and a beautiful young woman in a skirt
and blouse stood up from her chair. She was statuesque, with large
breasts thrusting against the silk blouse, and beautiful legs. Her
hair was perfectly styled and cut, and her make-up was perfect.
"Stephanie Hickock, this is Megan Cartright."

	"Hello," Stephanie replied. "Welcome to Highland Forest. I
heard that you would be coming and have been expecting you."

	"I am pleased to meet you," I replied. I stepped into the
room, and saw that it was a sitting area, with adjoining bed rooms on
both sides. My trunks were sitting inside the door of one of the
rooms.

	Ms. Abernathy turned to go and said "Megan, dinner is at
6:00PM, I am sure that Stephy can help you get settled. We are glad
that you decided to come to our school."

	"Thank you Ms. Abernathy," I replied.

	I was getting more concerned about how to act among these
beautiful girls, and I was afraid that my male drives would ruin my
disguise. I had no idea what they would talk about, or be interested
in. Initially, I decided to spend some time putting things into my
room, so I started arranging clothes in the dresser and closets I
found. "Let me know if I can help," Stephy called from the next room.
"We all put our trunks under the beds."

	"Thanks, but I am OK,' I responded as I finished the first
trunk and opened the second. I unpacked it, and pushed it under the
bed. I then undressed, hung up my suit, and put on a casual skirt and
sweater. The sight of myself, a grown man, in bra and bikini panties,
with a beautiful feminine figure was confusing to me. It felt good to
take off the high heels, and put on the comfortable loafers, but I
felt tremendously torn between my desire to solve this case, and my
fears of having to live this new life. I really had no choice at this
point, so I checked my hair, brushed it a little, took a deep breath,
and walked into the sitting room. "Well, that is finished," I
commented idly. "Now maybe I can rest."

	"Where are you from, Megan?" Stephy asked.

	"From a New York suburb in New Jersey," I responded as I sat
down. "How about you?"

	"From the West Coast of Oregon," Stephy answered. "We are both
a long way from home. Did your parents come with you?"

	"No," I answered. "They are divorced. I took a plane here
myself, and Dad arranged for a limo at the airport."

	We chatted idly for a while, and I became more comfortable
with Stephy, but I still had to be careful of my mannerisms so that
they would not give me away. As long as the talk stayed with current
music, clothes, and school, I was comfortable. When Stephy began to
talk about boys, I felt uncomfortable, but tried not to seem
disturbed. Suddenly, a knock at the door prompted a "Please come in,"
from Stephy. Then Ms. Wallace walked in. "Hello Ms. Wallace," Stephy
responded.

	"Hello Ms. Wallace," I said also.

	"Hello girls," he answered. "Megan, why not come to my
apartment for a while."

	"Yes, Ma'am," I answered as I stood up, remembered to smooth my
skirt as I stood up, and walked out of the room. Stephy was smiling.

	"Megan, I will explain some of the rules to you," Ms. Wallace
began. "You have started late and have missed the orientation that
the other girls had in the late summer. There is really not much to
learn, but we are firm in our requirements. Remember, we are training
you to be a beautiful, poised woman, and that requires a certain
amount of discipline. We have a dress code," she continued. "During
school hours, you must wear a full school uniform. For dinner, you
must dress up in dressy clothes of your choosing. Any infraction is
punishable at the discretion of the faculty member who finds out that
you are not fully dressed. After dinner, and on the weekends, casual
wear, such as you have on now, is permissible, as long as it is
discrete. Occasionally, we have a formal party, and you must wear a
formal gown then. Do you have any questions about this so far?"

	"No, Ma'am," I answered.

	"Good," she replied. "On Monday, you will receive a short
physical examination to see what exercises and diet are warranted, but
from your current condition, I think that you are in pretty good
shape. Then, our finishing school instructors will interview you, and
recommend improvements in your appearance and clothing. New clothing
and other improvement actions are entirely financed by the school. I
think that this is the area where we will need to do some work."

	"What ever you say Ms. Wallace," I answered.

	"Academically we are most demanding. Your class schedule is
determined by your class, so you will be taking the regular Senior
classes," she continued. "We require participation in at least one
sport each season. You can pick your favorite from those available.
Athletics are from 3:30PM to 5:00PM. You have 30 Minutes to dress, and
then dinner is at 6:00PM. Stephy can help you with all of this. Is
that OK?"

	"Yes Ma'am," I responded. I was becoming more concerned about
what I was getting into. After all, Crayle had done this many times,
but this was my first attempt at such a disguise.

	"It is almost time for dinner," Ms. Wallace remarked. "You had
better go back to your room and get dressed."

	As I walked back to my room, I thought about the past two
days. I was having trouble getting my roles straight. The new
sensations of the M/X induced changes, my new breasts, my new voice,
and my virtual imprisonment at the school all concerned me. This was
compounded by my sudden need to learn to act as a young woman. I was
worried that someone would find out who I really was, and then I would
not be able to solve this lucrative case. On the other hand, I could
not stop being amazed to see and feel myself in girls' clothing. The
arousal that I felt when I saw my new breasts, and the different
feelings of the new clothing all compounded my confusion.

	Stephy and I talked some more, but by about 5:30, Stephy
stopped talking and said, "It is time to dress for dinner."

	"What should I wear," I asked.

	"We must dress up for dinners, let me pick it out for you,"
Stephy answered as he walked into my bedroom. "Where did you hang your
clothes?"

	I pointed them out to Stephy, and she picked a low cut
cocktail dress, and high heeled, black shoes. From the dresser, she
picked panties, a tight girdle, an underwire bra, a slip, and
pantyhose. "This is the way we dress for dinner. During the day, you
do not need the slip, the pantyhose, and the high heels, but you must
wear the school uniform of skirt and blouse with white stockings and
low brown shoes. For class, the nametag goes on the pocket of your
blouse."

	I dressed quickly. What a strange feeling to again see woman's
breasts on my chest, and to be wearing a dressy woman's clothing. I
was surprised at how attractive I looked in the dress that Stephy had
picked, and I liked the sensations of the smooth slip as I pulled it
over my body. The dress left the tops of my breasts exposed, with a
slight edging of lace at the top. The silk material, with a tailored
waist, emphasized my slim waist and my hips. The girdle was very
uncomfortable, but I knew I had no choice but to wear it.

	We both left the room and started to walk out of the dorm to
the administrative building. As we did, we were met by many other
girls, all well dressed. Stephy introduced me to many of them, all of
them beautifully made-up, and generously endowed. I felt that I looked
like a youngster next to these beautiful women, yet, they were all
supposed to be college seniors, not fashion models. I was concerned
that I did not have on much make-up, and I was obviously not as well
endowed as my classmates.

	Dinner was at long tables, with Ms. Wallace at one end of
ours. The girls took turns being waiters for the various courses, and
I and Stephy both cleaned the tables after dinner was done. Ms.
Wallace motioned to me and we walked to her once the tables were
cleaned. "I have made appointments with the clinic for a physical
tomorrow morning, and a finishing interview right after lunch. You
should go to classes with Stephy because roommates always take the
same classes. That makes studying easier."

	"It is late, we had better hurry to our room before it is
7:00PM," Stephy said suddenly, so we turned and walked quickly to the
dorm.

	We put on casual clothes, and at 7:00 promptly, Stephy went
into her room, and began to study. I sat in the sitting area and read
a book that was sitting there. It was about make-up techniques and
appearance tips.

	Suddenly, the door opened, and Ms. Wallace walked in. She
looked into Stephy's room, and motioned for me to go into my room.
"That is a good book for you, but we all study in our own rooms," She
announced as he left.

	All was quiet for a moment, but then Stephy whispered, "She
can be a real bitch," from the other room. I stayed silent as I read
the book. Again, mixed feelings of being trapped in the body of a
young girl flooded over me as I read. There I was, dressed in a skirt
and blouse, and there was so much that I did not know that I was
afraid that I would tip-off the faculty at the school. More
importantly, I was beginning to like the feelings I had while I was
dressed as a girl, and that scared me.

			    The Fun Begins

	At 11:00, Stephy left her room, and put some music on her tape
player. It was a currently popular group, so I at least knew its
name. We chatted for a while, and then two girls appeared at the door.
"Hi Cindy and Leslie," Stephy said. "Did you meet Megan at dinner?"

	"No," said the taller one. "Hello, I am Cindy Jacobson, and
this is Leslie Harken. We are in the room next door, 240"

	"Hello," I responded. "Megan Cartright, pleased to meet you."

	They were both as striking as Stephy. We all chatted for a
while, and then had to stop at 11:30 so that we could wash and get
ready for bed. Stephy took off her clothes, except a bra and panties,
took a towel and cosmetic kit from her dresser, and left for the
bathroom. I did the same. In the bathroom, I could hardly control
himself. There I was, wearing just a bra and panties, in the midst of
20 giggling, half naked girls, brushing my teeth. I could not decide
how to get used to it.

	A buzzer sounded, and Stephy said, "Only 10 minutes, better
get back to our room."

	Back in the room, we put on nightgowns, and talked for a few
minutes. I was getting used to the idle chatter and giggling that
seemed to be the norm among the girls, and I adapted himself to it as
I seemed able. Suddenly, another buzzer rang. "Time to go to sleep,"
commented Stephy as he turned off the sitting area light, and walked
into her room. I turned and did the same.

	I turned down the bed clothes, and felt a warm feeling as I
slid into bed in the silky nightgown. Again, I had trouble reconciling
my normal feelings as a grown man with my new circumstances. Here I
was, with long hair and breasts, living as a college co-ed, and
feeling a growing warmth between my legs as I thought about it.

	I was tired, and quickly fell asleep. I was just in the middle
of a confusing dream, when I was shaken awake. It was Cindy standing
over her. "Time for your initiation," she announced as she pulled me
out of bed. "Make one sound, and we will be REALLY hard on you," she
continued.

	As Cindy pulled me out of the room, I saw about 5 girls,
including Megan, standing quietly in the sitting area. They all had
smiles on their faces. "Now it is time to become real friends," Cindy
commented as she pulled my nightgown off. "We all did this too," Cindy
said as she sat down on the couch, spread her legs apart, and said,
"Eat me 'til I come!"

	I did not know how to act. One part of me looked forward to
it, the other part, my new feminine side, was repelled, but I kneeled
down in front of her, and buried my face in her cunt. This was nothing
new to me, so I performed well, and quickly heard a quiet moan as she
came. I tried to stand up, but was pushed down by the next girl, who
did the same thing as Cindy had. They all seemed almost sex starved. I
felt a continual stirring in my transformed organ as I serviced them
all.

	After all of them had been serviced, I tried to stand up, but
they tied my hands and feet, and then tied me to my bed. Cindy then
looked through the dresser, and pulled out all of the girdles.

	"You must get through the first day without these," she
announced. "We all did it."

	"But... I have a physical exam tomorrow," I pleaded.

	"Too bad, you will have to fake it," was the reply. Then they
untied me, and all of them left except Stephy.

	"You were great," she commented with a smile. "We are going to
have fun." Then she turned and left.

			   The First Day

	In the morning, I got up, and went into the bathroom with
Stephy. None of the girls from the prior night seemed to say anything
special to me, they all just said, "Good morning Megan," and acted as
though nothing had happened.

	Again, I was torn by the feelings I had showering with all of
these nubile young girls. I noticed that they all seemed to have Bra
cup sizes much bigger than mine, probably size C to my size A. I
dressed in a school uniform as quickly as I could, and rushed to
breakfast with Stephy.

	Ms. Wallace was sitting at the breakfast table as the arrived.
"Good morning girls," she announced. "Megan, your physical is at
9:00AM," she continued, "And the finishing interview is at 1:00PM.
Please do not be late."

	We finished breakfast, cleaned up our rooms, and went to
classes together. The first class was in English, and I was given the
appropriate books, and a very large catch-up assignment. The class
ended at 8:50, and I went cautiously to the medical clinic.

	In the clinic, I waited nervously until the nurse came into
the waiting room. The nurse led me into an examining room, and told me
to strip to my panties and bra.

	When the nurse got back, she weighed me, measured my height
and hip, waist, and bust measurements. I looked curiously as she wrote
them down. My height was 5'6", but my weight was much reduced to 125
pounds. My measurements were 35-26-35. She then took a small blood
sample, and a urine sample, and then told me to get dressed again.

	Once clothed, I walked to the waiting room and waited for the
nurse to return. She did so, along with a beautiful woman in a white
smock who was obviously a doctor. The doctor looked at the data
collected and mentioned something about scheduling something to the
nurse. Then she turned to me and said, "Your weight is good, and your
waist and hips are good, but we need to work on your bust to meet our
standards. We demand at least a C cup bust to graduate. I will give
you a hormone treatment that should help there.

	The nurse returned and looked at me with a smile. "I see that
you did not have your girdle on. I will have to tell Ms. Wallace."

	What could I say? I made an excuse about not knowing, but she
made no further comment as she opened the door of the clinic.

	I finished the morning with Stephy, and we had an uneventful
lunch with the girls who had been in my room the night before. At
12:50, the others left, and Stephy showed me the way to the
"Finishing" interview.

	As I walked into the room, I faced a table of three incredibly
beautiful women. I could not help but notice that everywhere I went,
everyone seemed more beautiful that I looked.

	They asked me to stand next to a wall with lines drawn on it,
and they took a number of photographs of me. They were included in a
folder that was on the table. One of them took the same measurements
that the nurse had taken, and they discussed them quietly.

	I sat nervously as they consulted a set of papers on the
table, and then they asked me a number of questions about my
childhood. I had to make up simple answers simple so that I could
remember the answers. Finally, they asked me to walk slowly back and
forth in front of the table.

	I sat again to await their discussions. Finally, the woman in
the middle spoke. "Megan, we are glad to have you at Highland Forest.
We believe that we can provide the kind of training that you and your
parents would wish. We have reviewed the data from your physical, and
from this interview, and we note a number of areas where we must
intensify your training."

	"We will start with your figure," she started. "You have
acceptable hip and waist size, but your breasts need augmentation to
meet our standards. We need to work you up to at least a C cup size."

	"Yes, Ma'am," I answered. "The Doctor mentioned the same thing."

	"OK, then it is not a surprise," she continued. "We will
simply provide you with some hormonal treatments which should solve
that problem, and we will provide new bras to accommodate the
changes."

	The tall woman at the end of the table then began to talk.
"Megan, we also believe that you need some exercising and posture
training if you are to become the beautiful women we know that you can
be. We will start a concentrated exercise program, along with other
measures, to help improve your posture. We also suggest that you take
dance instead of regular athletics for the next semester."

	"Yes, Ma'am," I again responded.

	"The other areas, such as cosmetics and dressing, will be
covered quickly through remedial classwork. We realize that this will
give you a large class load, but we believe that you can handle it,"
she finished.

	Suddenly, the doctor walked into the room, and talked with the
three women in hushed tones. They discussed something for some time,
and I became concerned about what they were talking about. They
finally stopped talking, and the woman in the middle said, "Thank you
Megan. You may leave now."

	I quickly caught up to Stephy at the end of the next class,
and we finished the afternoon uneventfully.

	After classes, we left our books in the dormitory, and went to
the gymnasium. Stephy was playing field hockey, and I had to take
dancing. The gym office gave me a locker, and combination lock, and I
got leotards, tights, shoes, and an athletic bra from the gym
trainer's office.

	I dressed for dance, and was again aroused by the pretty
picture I made in front of the mirror. I still could not adapt to
seeing myself with wide hips, a slim waist, and breasts. The bright
tights and leotard made my girlish body even more definite. As the
class began, I became aroused when I saw all of the beautiful girl in
the tights and leotards.

	The class was difficult. It was both demanding and strenuous.
Being new, and late, I was constantly learning things that the rest
knew. The teacher recognized that, and suggested that we schedule a
remedial session on Saturday, which I agreed to immediately.

	After the dance class, I once again found myself in the midst
of a huge number of beautiful, nude women as we all showered and
dressed.

	That night, I was swamped with homework, and lights-out seemed
to come way too soon. Stephy and I climbed into bed, and she
whispered, "Wait until the bed check."

	We lay quietly, and shortly Ms. Wallace stuck her head into
the sitting room, saw that all lights were out, and left without
saying a word. Stephy lay quiet for a few minutes, and then I heard
her leave her room. "Let's have some fun," he commented as I felt her
lay down on the bed. "Now it is my turn," was her comment as he pulled
the covers back, and pulled my nightgown up.

	Immediately, she had her tongue into my cunt, and I felt waves
of pleasure move through my body. I moaned briefly, and she whispered,
"Be quiet. We can't let Wallace hear us."

	I just lay back to savor the feeling. It was so different from
those that I had as a man. Once again, I was torn between my masculine
feelings, and the pleasures I felt as a woman, including the entirely
new sensations that I felt in my nipples.

	Stephy and I played for at least an hour, bringing each to
multiple orgasms, before she quietly pointed to the clock, and left
the room. This was going to be fun I decided! The girls seemed to be
continually aroused and interested in sex.

			    Things Change

	Before the end of the Tuesday, I received a note from the
medical clinic. It was an appointment for Wednesday morning to meet
with the doctor. I had no idea what it was about, but I reported to
the clinic at 9:00AM.

	The doctor appeared, holding the usual charts, and said, "Good
morning, Megan. This is the start of the treatments the Finishing
Committee recommended. Please lie down on this table, we will start
with a quick shot, and proceed from there.

	The nurse entered the room, and took a syringe from a cabinet.
She filled it with some substance, and gave it to the doctor, who
immediately said, "This will just pinch a bit." She gave me the shot,
and left me on the table. I lay there for a while, became sleepy, and
quickly fell asleep.

	I awoke with a start. I was not in the medical clinic room
that I had remembered. I tried to move, but my arms were secured to
the sides of the bed. I tried to sit-up, but could not because of my
arms.

	The doctor appeared. "Well, I see that you are awake," she
commented as she walked toward the bed. "I hope that you are feeling
all right. While administering the hormones, we took the opportunity
for some slight corrections that the Finishing Committee requested."

	I moaned and pulled against the bonds that tied me to the bed.

	"Don't be alarmed, there were some minor changes we did to
make you even more attractive than you were, and the restraints were
used so that you did not disturb the bandages," the doctor replied.
"That does not matter now, because I am going to remove them today."
She took a pair of scissors from a small table, and came toward me.
"Just hold still, this is easy," she said casually as she reached
toward my face with the scissors. I had not realized it, but there
were bandages on much of my face except my eyes. She cut around my
mouth, cheeks, ears, and neck. "Well, that looks much better. Why
don't you get up and look for yourself," she said as she released my
wrists.

	I stood up slowly, and immediately felt a heavier weight on my
chest. My inclination was to feel my breasts, but I decided that that
was not the thing to do. I turned and walked to a mirror on the wall.

	The face looking back at me was mine, but it had been subtly
changed. My nose was smaller, with a "button" end. My lips had a
definite pout to them, and my cheek bones seemed higher. All-in-all,
the effect was very much an improvement. My face was now much prettier
than it had been. As I looked down, I noticed that the change to my
figure was much more dramatic. My breasts now stuck prominently from
the plain hospital gown. They were much larger than I remembered them.

	"What do you think," the doctor commented. "I think that these
subtle facial changes were good suggestions from the Committee, and
the liposuction at your waist will mean that strict dietary
restrictions will be unnecessary if you can keep at this weight. In
addition, the hormonal injections have corrected the other
deficiencies that they noticed in your figure. You now have breasts
that will easily pass our graduation requirements as to size and
shape. We measured them as 36C yesterday. You have a 24 inch waist,
and 35 inch hips to go with your new C cup breasts. This is a new
treatment for breast augmentation that I believe is much preferable to
surgery. It is a new compound that enhances breast size through normal
body functions and normal growth of fatty tissue. It is called M/X,
and we use it extensively now."

	M/X! The thought even scared me. What would more of that
compound do to me now. I remembered what the woman had said as she
sold me the M/X compounds. "Will the hormones cause a permanent
change? I won't have to do this again, will I?" I asked.

	"We are not sure," the doctor answered. "All of our use to
date has indicated that the changes are permanent, but you should not
be concerned. We at Highland Forest are very concerned about our
students. We are careful about our procedures, and that has given us
the fine reputation that we now have. You can be sure that we will
monitor the effects of the M/X, and will correct for any unplanned
effects that occur. If you have no further questions, your clothes are
in the closet, and you can get dressed and return to your normal
school activities."

	She turned, and left quickly. I walked quickly to the closet
and found my school clothes. I took off the hospital gown, and looked
into the mirror. What a change! I had a body that would stop traffic.
My waist seemed much thinner, and my breasts were significantly
larger. I became aroused just looking at myself. Those changes, along
with the subtle facial changes, made me look like a Hollywood starlet.
What was I going to do now? What would happen once I had solved this
case? What else could they have done while I was asleep from the
anesthesia? I should have questioned Ms. Abernathy's comment about
"training" more carefully.

	It turned out to be Friday afternoon so I had no more classes
for a while. Back in the room, Stephy and I talked a bit before we had
to go to dinner. She commented that everyone had gone through similar
changes when they came to Highland Forest. Apparently, they were all
happy with the changes that the school had "made". She even commented
on my new figure showing, even in the school uniforms. At least now, I
would not stand out from my class.

	After dimmer, Ms. Wallace asked me to come to her apartment. I
had no idea what she wanted, but I really had no choice, so I knocked
on the door promptly after dinner.

	"Hello, Megan," she answered as she opened the door. "I need
to talk with you about certain school rules. It has come to my
attention that you violated one of the school dress rules," she
started. "The nurse told me that you did not have your girdle on when
you had your exam on Monday. I assume that Stephy had told you that
they are required at all times."

	What could I say. I made some excuse about forgetting but she
would not accept it.

	"Well, we must impress upon you that our rules are firm," she
responded. "I am authorized to impose some additional training in
such circumstances. This is not considered a severe violation, but
one non-the-less that requires correction. I think that just a weekend
will suffice."

	She left the room, and returned quickly with a flat box. "You
must wear this for the whole weekend," she announced as she opened the
box. Inside was a severe looking boned corset. "Take off your dress,"
she commanded.

	I undressed to my bra and panties and she pulled the garment
around me. "This size looks good," she commented as she hooked it
behind me. She then proceeded to pull the lacing so tight that I could
hardly breathe. I was almost gasping for breath as she said, "Breathe
with your diaphragm, not your chest."

	I found that I had to take numerous small breaths instead of
large ones, and that even then, I felt as though I was being cut in
half. "You must wear this at all times until Sunday evening," she
said. "I want you to report to remedial dance training tomorrow with
it on, and the instructor will inspect it after you shower to be sure
that it is securely fastened. This should remind you to follow the
school's dress code."

	Back in the room, Stephy, Cindy, and Lisa laughed as I
returned. "Well, I see that Wallace caught you," Cindy said. "Don't
worry, we all had to do something similar."

	"Do you remember Martha," Lisa commented. "Wallace made her
wear a corset over a girdle and tight spandex for a week. She lost 20
pounds before it was over."

	We all laughed, and I resolved that I would tolerate it.

	Saturday remedial dance practice was very painful. Performing
all of the required exercises and moves in the tight corset was almost
impossible, but the instructor would not accept any excuses. I even
noticed Ms. Wallace peering into the practice room at one point, just
to see that I was behaving myself.

	By Sunday, I had adapted to the garment. It was still
uncomfortable, but I could tolerate it. That evening, Ms. Wallace
asked me to her apartment after dinner, and told me to remove the
corset. I did so, and I felt as though my waist was even smaller than
before. "Let this be a lesson, Megan," She began. "We will not
tolerate any more violations of our dress code."

	Back in my room that night, Stephy gave me my missed
assignments, and I worked for the whole study period just to get ready
for Monday. After lights-out, Cindy and Lisa quietly came into our
suite. Like Stephy, they both said that now it was their turn, and
they both licked my cunt until I came. The pleasure was unbelievable.
Then we all brought each other off until almost 2:00AM, when we all
got tired and went to bed. They all seemed to be as highly aroused as
I now felt.

	Monday started my first full week of classes. I was constantly
trying to find out about the three missing girls. Even Stephy, who had
roomed with one of them, knew nothing other than that they had been in
their rooms at lights-out, but they were missing the next morning. I
could not find anything that seemed to link them together.

	As I settled into the school routine, by dual existence became
more bizarre. Here was a grown man, living in a woman's body that was
incredibly beautiful, and attending an all girls college with 200
other equally beautiful girls. I seemed to be as horny as they were.
We all looked forward to lights-out so that we could play together. In
addition, my breasts actually seemed to swell a little more during the
week, so I was becoming concerned that the long-term effects of the
hormones may not be fully understood. That scared me. What would
happen when this strange case ended, and I tried to resume my life as
a private investigator.

	I was especially enjoying the dinner time so that I could wear
the revealing dresses with my new cleavage. I tried all of the lowest
cut ones just to see how I looked. What a knock-out I was! Right now
though, I had to be more concerned with trying to solve the case at
hand.

				A Lead

	By Wednesday, I had begun to hear small comments about some
activities that seemed outside school rules. I could not prove
anything, but it sounded as though some of the girls had access to pot
and Cocaine. Stephy, Cindy, and Lisa seemed to know nothing about it
when I asked them what was going on. By using my normal investigation
procedures, I soon found out that at least one girl at our end of the
hall was a regular user. Now I had a clue to begin working with.

	The strict school timetables made my work difficult, but I
soon had taken concealed photographs of the girl in a Cocaine "buy"
with a faculty member. Now I had something to start with. The faculty
member was Ms. Wallace.

	I decided that my next step should be to get to know Ms.
Wallace better. I started sitting next to her at dinner, and asking
questions about the school and her athletic teams. I even attended her
additional exercise classes during an extra period that I had. For the
next week, I discretely watched for some sign that she noticed my
attentions.

	The school week continued normally. My academic load was
difficult, even for me as an adult, and the dance and exercise classes
actually reduced my weight by an additional 10 pounds. The girls
seemed as sexually aroused as I was, and we played games with each
other each night. They all had some sort of sex toy hideen in their
rooms, and they traded them freely. Tuesday morning, Lisa came into
our room as I was dressed in just my panties and bra. "Here is
something for you to try today. We all use them occasionally. Just sit
down on the bed." In her hand, she had two metal spheres. She pulled
down my panties and inserted them into my cunt, and pulled the panties
back up. "There!" she said.

	Stephy smiled as I continued to get dressed. During the day,
the two balls continually moved inside me. They created a continual
state of arousal during the while day, and during exercise class, I
almost climaxed from their motion. In the dormitory, I took them out
in the shower, and I could see Lisa smiling at me. In the room before
dinner she asked, "How did they feel?"

	"Just great," I confessed. as I returned them to her. "What
other toys do you have?"

	I found out later in the week, as she spent a night in our
suite with a variety of vibrators and dildoes. It was the first time
that I had experienced penetration since using the M/X-2, and I really
enjoyed the sensations as she played with me until I climaxed.

	I concluded that all of them were as sexually aroused as I
was. We all must have been gived the M/X "behavior modification"
compound.

	I also continued my efforts to learn more about Ms. Wallace,
and finally, on a Friday night, she commented that she was going to
try some new exercises, and wondered if I would be willing to test
them for her.

	This might be a good chance, so I said yes. I met her in the
gymnasium the next morning, and we both dressed in leotards, tights,
and exercise shoes. In the dance room, the mirrored wall emphasized my
beautiful figure slim waist, large, thrusting breasts, and a finely
featured face topped with long blond hair. What a sight I had become.

	Ms. Wallace was equally attractive. She was slightly taller,
and a bit firmer, but she too had a beautiful face, and an exquisite
figure.

	She started by describing some new exercises she wanted to use
in her classes, and then she asked me to try them. They were
strenuous, and she shortly began to help me do them. I noticed that
she seemed intimate in the way that she touched me to change my
positions or stance. She became increasingly forward, and
complimentary about my figure, and my performance of the exercises. On
more than one occasion, I felt her hands on my ample breasts, and I
said nothing.

	At one particular moment, she was trying to position me in a
difficult, ballet like move, when her hand again brushed my breasts. I
took the opportunity to make a slight moaning sound, which she
immediately noticed. Would she take the bait?

	"Does that position feel OK," she asked. "Can you move more to
the side?" She then, again, brushed my breasts, and I moaned again.

	There was no question that she had taken my clue, because she
began to hold my body tightly as she asked me to try various difficult
positions. I made no attempt to stop her, and even smiled occasionally
as she did it. We worked for at least two hours, with her advances
becoming more obvious by the minute. "Well," she finally commented.
"That is probably enough for this morning. Thank you Megan."

	"That was a lot of fun," I responded. "I would like to do it
again sometime."

	"Why, that is very nice Megan," she responded. "Would you like
to work some more this afternoon?"

	"Yes, Mam. I would love to," I responded.

	"Good, let's get some lunch."

	We both left to shower and get dressed for lunch. We met in
the shower, and her look and motions were obviously provocative. I
responded similarly.

	After lunch, we again dressed in the gym, and worked out for 2
more hours. Ms. Wallace continued to touch and hold me in some of the
exercises, and I responded positively each time. In the shower after
we finished, she said, "Megan, would you like to have dinner with me
tonight?"

	"Yes, Mam. I would be glad to," was my response.

	"Good. Why not come to my apartment about 6:00PM," she
responded.

	Back in my room, I noticed that Stephy was studying. "Where
have you been?" she asked.

	"I was doing extra exercises with Ms. Wallace," I answered.

	"Oh," she said abruptly. "I would watch out."

	"Is there a problem?" i asked.

	"She can be funny sometimes," Stephy answered. "No one can
seem to figure her out. You know how bitchy she can be sometimes."

	"Yes, I remember," I responded, thinking about the corset
incident.

	At 4:30, Stephy left to go with the Debate Team for an evening
debate across the state, so I was alone until very late that night.
That would be perfect, no-one to have to know where I was.

	At 6:00PM, I knocked at Ms. Wallace's door, and she answered
quickly, "Hello Megan." she was dressed in a particularly revealing
dress for a Saturday night at school, but I choose not to say
anything. We talked for a while, and she offered me a soda before
dinner. I said yes, and she brought out one in a tall glass. We
continued to talk for a while, and I got strangely tired, to the point
that I passed out.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg
Date: Tue, 28 Feb 95 14:58:30 EST
From: libop@xconn.com
Subject: TG: Private Investigation [3/3]

		       A Private Investigation
				  by
			    Karen Albright
				Part 3

	I awoke lying on my back in a different room. I felt that my
hands and feet were tied to the bed, just like they had been in the
hospital. I looked around, and realized that I was completely naked,
and tied to a bed. The room did not look like a bedroom. It just had
the bed I was on, and a couple of large trunks near one wall. I lay
there for a while, struggling against my bonds, when the door opened.

	I was both shocked and scared as Ms. Wallace walked quickly
into the room. Her incredibly beautiful body was barely held in a
black corset, with exposed breasts. and she had thigh high, black
boots on.

	"What are you doing Ms. Wallace?" I asked.

	"Call me Mistress! Now, you just you relax and enjoy it, my
pet," she answered as she opened one of the trunks. Reaching in, she
pulled out what looked like a long feather. "Just relax," she said
again. "I will not hurt you. This will be fun for both of us."

	As I lay there, she sat next to me, and began to lightly touch
me with the feather. The feeling was unbelievable. It was so light and
smooth. She started on my stomach, but quickly had it lightly brushing
my large nipples, which immediately became stiff. Then she moved it
between my legs, and I felt its light touch on my cunt lips and
clitoris. I moaned loudly.

	"Now you can enjoy it, my pet," she said softly. "Just relax.

	I loved the feeling, and really did not want her to stop it,
as I moaned more and more. Her hands began to stroke my body lightly,
and she soon kissed one of my nipples. My passion was building. My
tongue was moving across my lips, and I writhed against my bonds.

	"Oh Mistress," I moaned. "That feels so good."

	"Good, my pet. Just enjoy it."

	Her hands kept moving lightly over my body, and soon one of
her fingers touched my cunt lips. It was like an electric shock
through my body. She could see me move more as she did it. She
continued, and then suddenly she bent over me, and kissed me on the
nipple. Again, I moved under her touch. "That feels so good."

	"Good." She moved up, and her lips touched mine. I could feel
a fire building between my legs as my tongue reached out for hers and
they met. The kiss went on for a long time. Finally, she broke the
kiss, and moved between my legs. I could feel her tongue lapping my
cunt, and I began moaning again. She persisted until I climaxed with
a loud moan. I had never felt anything like that!

	"How was that, my pet?"

	"Oh, Mistress," was all that I could say.

	She moved to the head of the bed, and I stretched my tongue
out toward her. She climbed over me, with her cunt above my face, and
we buried our tongues in each others cunts simultaneously. I licked as
hard as I could, and she quickly had two intense climaxes before I had
a second one. This lesbian love was unbelievable. The pleasure was so
intense.

	We continued for at least 2 hours before she loosened the
tethers on my arms and legs. I sat up, and we both embraced and
kissed. My hand moved to her crotch, and my fingers slipped into her
wet cunt as she fell back onto the bed. Within 2 minutes, I had
brought her to another climax.

	"Oh, my pet," she moaned. "Let me try something else."

	"Yes, Mistress," I responded as I sat on the bed. I could not
tell if it was my male feelings, or some sort of strange lesbian
tendencies, that had me so attracted to this woman.

	She went to the trunk, and returned with a large bag. Inside
were a number of different leather garments and straps. She took some
of them, and turned to me. First, she buckled a wide belt around my
waist. then she put wrist and ankle cuffs on me. Then she put cuffs on
my elbows and thighs.

	"What are you doing, Mistress?"

	"Just wait, my pet," she replied as she clipped my wrist cuffs
to the thigh cuffs, the elbow cuffs to the waist belt, and the ankle
cuffs together.

	Then she pulled a latex item from the bag. It seemed to be
some sort of hooded device, which she slipped over my head. The
darkness scared me initially, but I could breathe OK so I did not
complain. Then I felt her pull me to my knees in front of her. As I
knelt, I could feel her doing something else with the garment, and
something brushed my face. Then I knew. It had a pair of pants
attached to the front of the hood. Sure enough, Her other leg entered
the garment, and I felt her pull it up her legs, positioning my face
right in front of her cunt. "Follow me, my pet," she ordered as she
stepped backward, and I followed on my knees. Quickly, she was lying
on her back on the bed, and I was forced to follow her, with my face
tightly pulled into her cunt. "Now, give me pleasure," she commanded,
and I began to lick and suck her cunt.

	The tight hood, along with the various restraints, kept me
from moving except to roll, and the panty-hood held my head tightly
against her crotch. She was writhing and moving in ecstasy as I
worked. Shortly, I heard a loud moan as she climaxed, but she did not
move. I kept going, and brought her to three more before she stopped
it, and pulled herself out of the latex garment. Then she took off the
hood. "That was wonderful, my pet!" she exclaimed. "Now it is my
turn."

	She did not remove my restraints, except my arms, which she
clipped to the corners of the bed. Then she tied my feet tightly, and
removed the other unused straps. She returned with a leather hood,
which she slipped over my head, and closed. Again, the darkness scared
me initially, but I quickly overcame it. I heard her walk away, and
then return quickly. "Just wait, my pet," she said in a low voice.

	Then I felt the soft feather again, plus her warm lips on my
nipples and cunt. I began to moan and writhe on the bed, and I heard a
low hum. Then I felt it, a vibrator, as she rubbed it on my clit. This
was an incredibly pleasurable new feel. Particularly when I did not
know where it would touch next. She ran it over most of my body, and
then I felt it at the lips of my cunt. I had never been penetrated
before, and I was going mad waiting for it.

	She pushed the device slowly into me, and continued to stroke
my body. I almost screamed in pleasure. "Must be quiet, my pet," she
said softly. "I know just how to do it."

	In a moment, I felt a rough, rubbery shape on my lips. It
rubbed against them, and then she forced it into my mouth. It was a
rubber penis dildo, and she quickly had its full length in my mouth. I
felt straps around my head, and I knew that I could not get it out.

	She continued with the vibrator, and the pleasure kept
building. I moaned through the penis gag, and writhed even more as she
brought me to incredible heights. The mixture of sensations kept me
continually aroused.

	Finally, she stopped, and removed the hood and gag. "How was
that, my pet?" she asked.

	I could only moan, so she lay beside me, and kissed me again.
I wondered when this would ever stop.

	She left again, and returned with a small syringe. "What is
that?" I asked.

	"Don't worry, my pet. It is just an antibiotic in case of
infection," she replied as I felt a slight prick in my upper arm. Now
what?

	She released me, and I sat up. Then she sat beside me,
embraced me, and kissed me again. I loved the feeling, and returned
the kiss as well as caressing her beautiful tits. We continued for a
while, and then she noticed the time. "You must leave, my pet," she
said. "We would not want you to miss lights-out, now would we?"

	"No, Mistress," I answered.

	"Remember, only use Mistress when we do this," she reminded
me.

	"Yes, Ma'am," I responded as I left her apartment. "That was
really special."

	"I am glad," was her response. "Even if we did not get a
chance to have dinner."

	Sunday passed uneventfully, Stephy and the debate team
returned and school returned to its normal events. Stephy asked how
the weekend went, and I said that it was just a normal one.

	During the week, I seemed to be more aroused that I had ever
been before. Getting dressed for dinner, and seeing all of the other
beautiful girls also well dressed, was exciting, and I could never get
enough pleasure as Stephy, Cindy, Lisa and I played in the dark at
night. My sexual drive seemed greater each day.

	Ms. Wallace asked me to exercise with her twice during the
week, and I did so gladly. I loved the sight of the sleek, sexy
bodies, even if one of them was mine.

	I was able to get two additional pictures of her selling
something to students, and I put them safely into the false bottom of
my trunk.

			   A Strong Suspect

	By Friday, Ms. Wallace had asked me again to practice with
her. This time, she mentioned that another girl, Lisa, would join us.
I remembered her as one of the girls buying cocaine from Ms. Wallace
as soon as I saw her at the gym. Now it was becoming interesting.

	During practice, Ms. Wallace continued to touch me, as well as
Leslie. Again, she asked me to dinner as well as Leslie. She seemed
much more direct with Lisa though.

	I got to her apartment first, and she told me that Lisa had
been with her a number of times before, so that I should not be
embarrassed if we did the same things that we had done before. "Oh
Mistress," I responded. "Don't worry, I would love to spend another
afternoon like the last one."

	Lisa arrived, and we began immediately. They laid me on the
bed again, and strapped me down tightly, then both of the put on
corsets, and high boots, and returned. "What will you do to me
Mistress?" I asked.

	Ms. Wallace just smiled as Lisa climbed onto the bed, and sat
down over my face. Her intention was obvious, so I immediately began
licking her cunt. Then I felt something between my legs. It was the
feather first, then the vibrator. Lisa stuck it completely into me,
and then began with the feather again. I loved the pleasure of both at
once, and I immediately climaxed and moaned loudly.

	I was so aroused that I would do anything. That "antibiotic"
injection she had given me must have been the third M/X compound, the
one that increased sexual drive. How could I reconcile my masculine
thoughts with my insatiable desire to be penetrated and licked?

	Ms. Wallace climbed over my face, and Lisa left and returned
in a minute with a strange mechanical device. She set it at the bottom
of the bed, and strapped it to the foot of the bed. It looked like a
small table, with a motor and wheel on it. Ms. Wallace got up to help
her. They attached a rod to the wheel, and put something on the end of
it. It was a huge rubber penis. I could feel them place it on my cunt
lips, and push it into me a little.

	"Now, my pet," Ms. Wallace said. "Let's see how well you can
control yourself. The more that you try to stop this machine from
penetrating you, the greater the pleasure you will feel. You need to
keep it from turning, and we will reward you."

	Then she turned it on, and the wheel began to turn. As It did,
it pushed the large penis into my cunt. They adjusted the speed a bit,
and let it begin to work. With each stroke, I felt my arousal
increase, until I finally climaxed. Then they turned it up faster.

	I tried to hold it back with the muscles of my cunt, and the
pleasure was even greater. I was so aroused, that I tried to stop it,
but I could not. It plunged into me inexorably, until I came again,
with a loud moan. Then they speeded it up again.

	All the while, Lisa was stroking my body with the feather, as
the "fucking machine" continued its pace. I kept trying to slow it
down, to get greater pleasure, but with each climax, they speeded it
up. Ms. Wallace moved her cunt over my face, and I began to lick her
as the machine continued. The triple sensations were driving me almost
crazy as I climaxed again and again. I even began to climax when Ms.
Wallace did also.

	Within about 30 minutes, I was at such a fever pitch that
almost any touch made me come. My muscles were able to slow the
machine to almost stop it, but each time I almost stopped it, Ms.
Wallace would come, then I would come and loose my concentration. The
machine would speed up, I would climax, and they would make it go
faster.

	I was in a cycle that was constantly ratcheting my arousal up
to a climax, only to make the next one better.

	My moaning became constant, and suddenly they stopped the
machine.

	"Oh no, please don't stop it Mistress," I pleaded.

	"That is enough my pet," she replied.

	I was almost addicted to It. I would do anything to have them
start that machine again. "PLEASE, Mistress. PLEASE!"

	Lisa stroked my body with the feather, as Ms. Wallace kissed
my nipples, then my lips. I responded with my tongue, and she was all
over me again.

	Lisa removed the restraints, and the three of us were quickly
all on the bed in a pile. Each doing something to one of the others.
It was an orgy unlike anything I could imagine.

	Finally, Ms. Wallace stopped, and said "Let's have something
else to arouse us." She got up, and returned with a small package of
white powder. Now I knew I was at the source of the problem.

	She cut a couple of lines for Lisa, who immediately became
high, and did so for herself. I pretended to have some, and watched
them as they rested back on the bed. Pretending to be high also, I lay
back on the bed and rested.

	Ms. Wallace got up first. "Girls, it's late. you must not miss
dinner."

	We dressed quickly, and both left for our rooms.

	On Sunday, Ms. Wallace acted as though nothing had happened,
and another week started as usual.

	During the week, my sexual arousal did not diminish. Stephy,
Cindy, and Leslie even commented one night that I just could never get
enough. They were right. I was constantly aroused. I would bring
myself off at night with my fingers, and Stephy would hear my low
moans in the next room.

	Ms. Wallace asked me to practice exercises again, and I did
so. She mentioned that some other girls occasionally joined her, and
accidentally, she mentioned first names that were the names of two of
the three missing girls. Now I knew that I was even closer to an
answer.

	School began to follow a predictable pattern. As a student, I
worked hard to pass the academics. Nightly, Stephy, Cindy, Leslie and
I would "play" together. I may have been aroused, but the other three
were almost as aroused also.

	Ms. Wallace would ask me to practice during the week, and she,
Lisa and I would do so. On Saturdays, we would meet at her apartment
for long sexual romps.

	During all of this, I continued to get occasional pictures of
her selling dope to various students. Finally, I got a picture of her
selling it to another teacher, and then to Ms. Abernathy's secretary.

	This was not right, but I still did not know what had happened
to the three missing girls.

			 A Turn For The Worse

	One Tuesday afternoon, I was asked to go to the office to pick
up something. It was in the middle of classes, so I got permission,
and walked to see Ms. Abernathy. Once inside, Sarah, her secretary,
asked me to just go into Ms. Abernathy's office, which I did.

	"Well, Miss Cartright," she said once the door was closed.
"What have you found so far?"

	"Well, Ms. Abernathy," I began. "I think that the problem is
somehow connected to cocaine sales at the school."

	"Cocaine!" she exclaimed.

	"Yes, Ma'am," I continued. I believe that one of your teachers
is selling Cocaine to the students and faculty. I do not know what
that has to do with the three missing girls though."

	"Well! Who is it," he demanded.

	"I have some pictures, but I had better not disclose who it is
until I find out where the three girls are," I said.

	"Where are the pictures," he exclaimed.

	"They are safe," I replied. "Just let me finish the
investigation and you may have all of the evidence."

	She did not seem happy with that answer. "How much longer will
this take," she demanded.

	"It should not take much longer," I answered, but I will need
your cooperation so that I can continue this investigation."

	"Ok, but hurry up, Highland Forest needs to have this cleared
up quickly."

	I left and returned to my classes.

	That Thursday, I had exercise practice with Lisa and Ms.
Wallace. She seemed to act strangely with me, but I thought that I
might just be her time of the month.

	On Saturday, Ms. Wallace said that the practice would be held
at a nearby gymnasium that had certain gymnastic equipment that we did
not have. I really did not give it much thought as she, Lisa, and I
climbed into a school car, and drove off the campus.

	She drove to the main road, and turned to leave town. Then,
she turned off the road, onto a smaller road, and finally onto a
gravel road. This seemed strange to me. The road ended at a large old
house. Now I was becoming more concerned.

	I did not have a moment to act before she and Lisa had
handcuffed me, gagged me, and tied me securely so that I could not
walk. They picked me up, and carried me into the old house.

	Inside, they walked through the main hall, and down a set of
stairs into the cellar. There they went into a large room, with white
painted walls, and strong overhead lights. They took me to one end of
the room, undressed me completely, and securely tied my hands and legs
outstretched to hooks in the wall. The they buckled a belt around my
waist, and tied the rings on it to the wall also. I could not move.
Now I knew that they knew I had found out about their scheme.

	"Well, Miss smartypants," Ms. Wallace started. "You think that
you are so smart, but now we are in control. We can not let our little
scheme get out. You see, Ms. Abernathy is a part of our plan. She is
the one who actually controls it. You are the fourth girl to learn
about it and threaten us with it. You, like the others, will
conveniently disappear, and our plan will remain safe. This time, we
have learned where our security is poor so that no one else can find
out what is happening. Good by, my pet."

	She just turned, and left me hanging on the wall.

			  The Doctor Returns

	I was left there for what seemed like a very long time. Then I
heard noises upstairs, and footsteps on the cellar stairs. Suddenly
the door opened, and the school doctor walked in.

	"Hello, Megan," she said. "I am Dr. Naomi Bernstein. You may
remember NB Enterprises. Well, that is my company. and M/X-2 is my own
invention. I have worked years to take the original compound from
Mexico and refine it to its current strength and actions. You have
even seen how little amounts of it works."

	I was scared. I could go nowhere, and I was at the mercy of
this strange doctor. I had almost solved the case, but to no avail.

	She walked up to me, and touched my breasts very gently. "You
were such a beautiful example of what I can do." Then she walked out
of the room.

	There was nothing I could do. I was securely tied to the wall,
with no visible way to escape.

	In a while, I heard her return down the cellar steps. The door
opened, and he entered with a tray of medical instruments. She
carefully filled two large syringes with two different substances, and
then picked up a third bottle. It read M/Y!

	She drew a good bit of M/Y into each syringe, and moved to my
side. I struggled against the bonds, but I could not really move. I
felt the pain of the injections, one in each side, and the doctor
smiled as she walked back to the tray.

	"What have you done to me," I pleaded.

	"Oh, just an extension of what we already did at the school,"
she replied. That was just some additional treatments for your figure,
and for your sexual drive."

	Suddenly, I remembered what the receptionist had said at NB
Enterprises. "Just be sure that M/Y never mixes with any of the other
three... If it mixes, the results are unpredictable."

	She had mixed them! Then she left.

	I was trapped! Suddenly, I felt a tingle in my body. My
breasts felt very warm.

	Nothing else seemed to happen for a while, then I had an
increasing urge for sex, just like I had felt after the cosmetic
surgery.

	Again, nothing, then the tingling again. I looked down, and my
breasts seemed much bigger than I remembered them.

	Dr. Bernstein walked into the room, took a quick look at me,
and left silently.

	More waiting, more tingling. I looked again, and they were
even bigger.

	More time passed, and my sexual urges grew even more. I looked
down again, and my breasts were huge now. Way out of proportion to
anything normal.

	Then Dr. Bernstein walked into the room again, this time
carrying the machine Ms. Wallace had had in her room. She sat it down
beneath me, and plugged it into an electrical outlet. This time, it
just sat on the floor, and the rod extended straight up. The rubber
penis was still on the end as she inserted it into my cunt and started
the machine.

	I immediately moaned, and she laughed. "This will teach you to
meddle in my affairs. Each climax will heighten the effect of the
injections. Your sex drives will increase, and so will your breast
size." She walked over to me, and hefted one of my huge tits. It was
almost the size of a large grapefruit.

	The machine speeded up, and I moaned again. It cycled
endlessly into and out of me until I climaxed with a scream. The
doctor laughed again, and left.

	For what seemed to be an eternity, the machine assaulted me,
driving me to greater and greater desires for sex. I was climaxing
repeatedly, and then I tried to stop it like I had done in Ms.
Wallace's apartment. That slowed it, but made the pleasure even
greater. I soon was making continual moans, punctuated by frequent
screams as I climaxed.

	Finally, the doctor returned, and turned off the machine.
"Please no," I pleaded. "I must have it. Please turn it on. I need a
fuck. PLEASE! PLEASE!"

	She laughed, and walked over to me again. She reached up, and
lifted one of my tits again. It was much bigger. It stuck out at least
a foot as she held it up. They were bigger than anything I had ever
seen. "That should do," she commented. "They are bigger than needed
anyway."

	"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.

	"You will see soon," she said as she left.

	Shortly, the doctor returned with Lisa. They untied my waist,
and carefully untied my wrists and ankles. Then they handcuffed me
with my hands behind my back, and led me out of the room.

	At the top of the stairs, there was a large hall mirror, and I
was shocked at the effect of the injections. I had two of the biggest
boobs I could imagine. They were like two soccer balls attached to my
chest. They stuck out past my arms on the sides, and hung down almost
to my navel. The sight of my slim body, with the immense boobs, was
extremely arousing to me, and I began to moan again.

	"Let's go," the doctor said. They led me upstairs, and dressed
me in bikini pants, panty hose, a bra that could barely hold my
immense mammaries, and a knit dress that made my extreme figure look
even more so.

	As I walked, I could feel the immense weight of the bra straps
on my shoulders, and the tremendous movement in them as I moved. What
could they be doing to me now I wondered.

	They handcuffed me again, and led me out of the house to a
waiting van. I was pushed into the back, and the door closed. Dr.
Bernstein climbed into the front, Lisa followed, and we left the old
house.

	"I had a bad feeling about you the moment that we finished
your physical exam," the doctor said. "The urine tests, and the blood
work, showed chromosome anomalies. There was an X chromosome, which is
the male one, in the tests. I kept quiet until Abernathy told me that
you had traced our operation. Then she told me all about you, and our
records indicated your acquisition of the M/X-2 items last month. Then
I knew what was going on, and who you really were. There was no "other
employee". You are actually Wilcox under the influence of M/X-2. Your
use of Crayle's name at our office was a tip-off. Mr. Crayle and I
have met before, when he was using similar disguises. He too
encountered problems once I became aware of what was really going on,
and in a number of cases, he was able to overcome those problems.
Recently, however, he has not been around, so I suspect that his luck,
like yours, has run out. You both are stark evidence that I am not one
to try to trick."

	There was nothing that I could say. Now they knew all of the
facts.

	"That is OK," the doctor continued. "We can continue as we did
with the others. You will just react differently to the injections.
You have already shown greatly increased sensitivity to the M/X
enhancer compound, I would think that the behavior modifier compound
should work the same."

	"What will happen to me?" I asked cautiously.

	"Well, we have an arrangement with the producers of M/X in
Mexico," he began. "They send us raw M/X in exchange for money, and
other items. Those other items are primarily women who we want to get
rid of, just like you. You see, in Mexico, they have lots of good
places for someone with your "endowments". They will probably use you
in one of their strip joints as a dancer. Those boobs will really draw
the local population. Maybe, in your case, they will also put you in
one of their animal acts. The audience loves to see animals fuck
women, and you, with those boobs, will be an ideal candidate."

	The van was shaking, and it began to arouse me. I moaned and
the doctor just smiled.

	The van slowed, and then backed into some place. The door
opened, and it was dark. I was pulled out of the van, and pushed onto
the nearby loading dock. There was a large crate there, with the front
open. The doctor came to me with another syringe, and injected me
again. I quickly fell asleep.

			       Epilogue

	Joe Wilcox awoke on a darkened stage. He felt someone removing
all of his clothing, and then fasten something around his knees. Then
he felt something moist rubbed on his exposed cunt. Somewhere, a loud
crowd was screaming in a foreign language. As he tried to move, but he
found that his knees were chained tightly to the middle of the stage.
He raised up onto his hands and knees, with his mammoth breasts
hanging down, brushing the stage. The music started, and the crowd
became louder.

	Then the stage became lighter as a curtain began to rise. He
could see the smoke filled room, full of tables of screaming men in
large hats.

	He had no idea where he was, but he knew that he was
uncontrollably aroused. He HAD to have something in his cunt, He HAD
to be fucked NOW!

	Then the stage door opened again, and a huge Doberman dog
raced out, snarling. It smelled for something, and then went to his
rear. It sniffed his cunt, and then licked it quickly. They must have
wiped something on his cunt that attracted the dogs. The huge dog
immediately mounted him, and stuck its huge penis into his cunt.

	It pumped as it coupled with him, and he began to moan as he
became more excited from the dog's dick. He was just beginning to
climax as the dog howled, and backed away, having obviously come. He
did not care, he was still not satisfied

	The dog then backed away from him, and ran off the stage,
leaving Wilcox moaning and screaming "FUCK ME PLEASE."

	Then the stage door opened again, and a donkey walked out onto
the stage toward him. He raised up on his hands and knees again as it
walked straight toward him.

	As thought it had done it before, the donkey walked right over
him, and stopped with a short. He looked up, and saw its huge red
penis extending out of its sheath. He was so aroused that he raised
his head, and sucked on it as hard as he could.

	The donkey, obviously trained for this, just stood still as
Wilcox pulled and licked its dick. He sucked for a while, and then the
animal became restless, as his efforts were beginning to take effect.
It began to move its hindquarters in time with his motions, and was
soon driving its huge tool into and out of his mouth. He held on
tightly, until it obviously came into his mouth with another loud
snort.

	The animals semen began to drip out of his mouth as he
continued sucking and hoping for his own climax.

	Finally, a dirty man walked onto the stage, released his
wrists, and led the donkey off the stage.

	The music started, and Wilcox stood up, his immense breasts
hanging down. He began to move to the music, his tits swinging wildly.
The crowd went wild. Suddenly, someone jumped up from the crowd,
opened his trousers, and climbed onto the stage. Wilcox took him in
his mouth, and began licking him hurriedly. The man from the audience
moaned, came in his mouth, and then left the stage. Then another
followed him. The screaming was unbelievable.

	Finally, after three others climbed onto the stage, the lights
dimmed, and the curtain closed.

	Back on the stage, Wilcox moaned, "I need a fuck." The stage
hands laughed as they grabbed him, put him into a room, and locked it.
"I need a fuck," he kept moaning. The band came onto the stage, and
set up their instruments; and he just sat in the room, moaning, and
waiting for the next show.

	"What can I do," thought Joe Wilcox as he sat in the room.
"How could I ever get into such a fix. I wonder if Clinton Crayle ever
had this kind of problem? What can I do to get another fuck?"

	In the audience, a shadowy, well dressed woman had watched the
act. She laughed to herself, and walked out of the old movie house.
She turned, and left quietly, carrying a large case containing a huge
amount of raw M/X.