Curls for Conrad

Curls For Conrad

by Sandy Sullivan

Prologue

Conrad is in trouble, he just doesn't know how much trouble! It is Monday morning, and Conrad is sitting in a straight back chair in the entrance foyer of his wife's mansion. He is sitting there because his wife told him to when she left to go to the bank she owns. He is to wait right there until his mother in law arrives from her home in Paris.

Conrad is afraid, Conrad has been cheating on his rich wife, he knew it was stupid, but he just couldn't help himself. Conrad had used women from an early age. You see Conrad is pretty, oh he is definitely male with all the right equipment. He is just so good looking you have to say he is pretty. Conrad is five foot seven inches tall, weighs 125 lbs, with a slim & wiry body. You are probably thinking so what, this doesn't sound like a hunk. No he isn't, Conrad's charm stem from his clear blue eyes, his long lashes and his light blond hair. His features are perfectly formed and he has a perfect complexion and very little beard or body hair. What beard and body hair he has is light blonde and soft. It is Conrad's mind that fascinates women. Conrad knows how to charm women and has all his life. His teenage years were filled with one conquest after another. Conrad loved to make women fall in love (or lust) with him, but as soon as he had them crazy for him and had subjected them to every sexual possibility, Conrad would ruthlessly dump them. After all there were always others, and his interest waned as soon as he had gotten them to perform every sexual act with him. Yes Conrad was heartless and cruel to women.

Allyson has been Conrad's down fall, his wife is the most beautiful woman Conrad has ever met. Her full and healthy brunette hair and complexion is the direct opposite to him. Allyson has a body most men would die for, and Allyson is rich. Really rich. Conrad had been so affected by her beauty he had actually married her before she had allowed any sexual behavior. He had also been influenced by the fact that she was rich and he would not have to work, just live the life of the idle rich. Allyson is eight years older than Conrad and owns a bank holding company that has twelve large branch banks. Allyson's father adored her and at his death he left her as the sole owner of a two billion dollar bank. Allyson's mother was left 10 million in cash as a gift. She already had obtained 20 million in a divorce settlement ten years earlier. Allyson and her mother had a good relationship, and visited each other often at places like the French Riviera, Rome, London, and Paris. Conrad always chose not to go because of his terrible fear of flying. Allyson's father would have been deeply disturbed to know how much Allyson had been influenced by her mother since his death. He divorced her to keep her ideas of a matriarchal society from influencing his beloved Allyson. It was only after they had been married for several years and he had started to become successful that her dominating opinions surfaced. William Lawtell was a very strong willed man and immediately disagreed with his beautiful but increasingly radical wife. After the divorce she returned to her native France and began to live her preferred life-style. As a dominant leader of women who preferred their men to be subservient. In the years since her departure, she had developed a business out of her desires and now had a very large organization devoted to training boys and men to serve women. All of this was of course unknown to Conrad, he having only met her at his wedding to Allyson. However he remembered her as being almost as beautiful as her daughter, but her manner and presence was very intimidating.

Allyson, when she had learned of Conrad's infidelity had given Conrad two options, be thrown out on the street penniless, which she could certainly do since he had signed a pre-nuptial agreement, or submit to training by her mother to make him into a suitable companion that she could be certain would never cheat on her again. Her mother had agreed with delight to come and bring enough staff and other necessities to train Conrad right here in the mansion. Conrad knew she had never liked him and did not want Allyson to marry him. For this reason his fear was worsened, and by the fact that he could not imagine what sort of training was being considered.

Chapter One

Conrad was dressed in his normal casual attire of tight blue jeans, scoop neck sleeveless tank top, and the latest fad in name brand untied sneakers. His long blond hair was pulled straight back and fastened in a low ponytail as was fashionable with the younger crowd. Conrad had always used his long blond hair to advantage when on the prowl, finding that many girls were fascinated with long haired men. Conrad heard several cars in the front drive and rose to greet his mother in law at the door with much apprehension. it was necessary for Conrad to open the door since Allyson had dismissed the household staff that morning. She told him that her mother's staff would handle the household until he had been properly trained.

" Good morning mother De Estrange" Conrad said forcing a smile to his face while watching a large number of women unload from two airport limousines and a van filled with trunks and luggage.

"How sweet Connie, however you do stumble over my name terribly. It will be best if you just call me Madame at all times. Now let us go into the study so we can have a private conversation about your atrocious behavior. My staff will handle everything else." Madame Marlene De Estrange said.

"Well Connie it appears you have behaved very badly. You have violated my daughters trust and embarrassed her quite severely. I know of the pre-nuptial agreement and asked her why she did not throw you out, it seems even after you have betrayed her she still has affection for you. Of course you know I was against her marrying you in the first place, but she is just as stubborn as her father was. However it seems we are faced with changing your behavior and making you into a fit companion for my wealthy daughter. Are you committed to making the changes necessary to be able to remain with Allyson?" Madame asked.

"Yes, I am. I love Allyson and regret my behavior, I just can't seem to help it. Some compulsion in me drives me to woman after woman." Conrad replied.

"Yes Madame, is more appropriate Connie, try to remember. The changes necessary to rid you of this compulsion will be very drastic and severe are you sure you want to go through with this?" Madame enquired.

"Yes Madame, I realize this is the only way Allyson will allow me to remain living with her. I don't know what I would do if I had to leave."

Very well Connie, I have some papers here that Allyson's lawyer prepared for me. It will be necessary, for you to sign these before we begin your training. I must warn you, once you have signed these papers and started in training, you will be required to complete my program. You will not be allowed to quit no matter how much you dislike the changes. Is that clear?"

"Yes Madame , I will do anything to be able to remain with Allyson."

"Sign these papers where I have marked them with the X and I will have my staff begin your training immediately."

Immediately after signing the papers Madame's assistant entered the room and began to question Conrad from a medical questionnaire. After Conrad answered all the questions, Jennie, Madame's assistant told Conrad to follow her to have some tests made.

Jennie led Conrad into one of the rooms that had formerly been a downstairs bedroom with an attached bath. He was surprised that in the short time they had been here so many changes had been made. Freight delivery men were carrying in all sorts of medical equipment, and strange looking benches and tables were being set up all over. Jennie seated Conrad in a chair in the only quiet corner, telling him to remain there until the nurse could get to him.

As Conrad observed all of the activity, it suddenly dawned on him that all of this equipment was being brought in for his training! Oh no, he thought this looks serious, I don't know what this training is supposed to be but if it includes using any of this stuff I'm out of here. Man I would rather be broke on the streets than let Madame exhibit her displeasure with all of these devices.

Conrad quietly stood and began slowly moving toward the back of the house, planning to get in his car get out of here as quickly as possible. His car, the one thing that he owned, Allyson had given the Jaguar to him as an engagement present and the title was in the glove compartment. With the five hundred cash he had in his pocket and what he could sell the Jag for he could get set up again a long way from here.

Conrad's mind was racing almost as fast as he was shaking with fear, as he moved to the garage. To hell with his clothes and jewelry, he had to escape from that mad woman. He hated to leave Allyson, but it was she who had turned him over to her imperious mother for who knows what kind of revenge. There he had made it to the garage now to get the Jag started, the door open and no one could catch him then. What! The keys are gone, but he always left the keys in the ignition!

"Are these what you are looking for Connie?"

Conrad turned startled at the voice of Madame, to see her standing in the door to the house holding his car keys. Damn he thought, well I will just rush her and take them away from her. She is not going to stop me now. Just then he heard a sound behind him and turning in fright he saw two of the biggest women he had ever seen advancing on him. They were both wearing nurses uniforms and one was carrying something in her hand. Before he could move something hit him in the stomach and he was hit by the ten thousand volts from the Taser stun gun. As Conrad writhed on the floor the other nurse injected something from a syringe into his arm. Everything went black for Conrad even as he screamed.

Chapter Two

Conrad awoke slowly, he was in his own bed, Allyson had banished him to another bedroom since discovering his affairs.

Damn he hurt all over, his face felt swollen, his chest, and stomach also had a dull ache. The covers were pulled up to his neck and his long hair had been taken out of the ponytail and was arranged on top of the covers. He started to get out of bed and realized he couldn't move his hands or feet, some type of restraints were holding him motionless. With the covers pulled up he couldn't see what was holding him.

"Good Morning Connie" Allyson said entering the room. "My don't you look nice and sweet with your hair loose and fluffed out. I just stopped by to see how you were doing. Mother told me you tried to break your promise yesterday. You really should not have done that, you made mother angry by lying to her. You signed legal contracts allowing her to anything to you that she wants, you really should have read them first. Now you can't change your mind, and will have to submit to her. It will all be for the best, when you have been properly prepared and your behavior modified sufficiently then we will be able go out again to all of the social events you so love to attend. When mother has finished with you I am sure I will be able to trust you not to misbehave." Allyson advised Conrad.

"But Allyson, she has brought all kinds of medical equipment in the house and right now I'm trussed up in the bed where I can't move. You have to cancel this stupid plan, I'm afraid of what she is going to do to me!" Conrad cried out.

"I'm afraid it is too late for that Connie, you can just think about how much you hurt and humiliated me, while mother changes you into a nice sweet natured person. It will take some time so you just need to get used to being completely under her control. By the way I can't stop her now even if I wanted to, I signed a contract with her also, and paid her two million dollars to change you. So just relax and enjoy Connie, you don't have any choice. Bye now, I hope you have an exciting day." With a wave Allyson left him alone again. He could hear her laughter ringing in his ears long after she was gone.

How exciting does she think it is to be tied up in your bed. I wish somebody would come in here, I have to pee real bad. Even my thing hurts, what all have they done to me anyway. What is with this Connie business, she knows I like to be called Conrad.

"Well good morning Connie did you sleep well dear?" the first nurse asked as the two who had captured him in the garage came in.

"Damn it my name is Conrad, and you know I slept well, you knocked me out with that shot. And why in hell am I all tied up.?" Conrad shouted in frustration.

"Well dear the last thing you did before we sedated you was try to run away. That really was very stupid you know. Now Madame is mad and I'm afraid you are going to suffer until you can get back in her good graces. By the way we haven't been formally introduced have we, I am Nancy and she is Betty and we are your personal handlers."

"Handlers, what in the devil are handlers?, and get me untied before I piss in the bed." Conrad barked.

Nancy pulled the covers back and said "Handlers are just that, we handle you, when you behave we will assist you in everything like getting dressed, and going to your training sessions. When you don't behave we handle you like we did yesterday. If you didn't like what happened then I suggest you behave properly, we were being gentle yesterday."

That reply caused Conrad some alarm, and made him realize that it probably wouldn't be too smart to make these women mad. When the covers were pulled back he could see he had been dressed in a frilly pink nylon gown. Damn, what next. Conrad's hands and forearms were ingeniously encased in white leather mittens that were connected together at the palm and wrist, a zipper on the outside of each arm and hand was unzipped to free his hands. The mittens were attached to a wide white leather band that encircled his waist. Betty swung his legs over the side of the bed as he sat up causing Conrad to cry out in pain. His penis had been throbbing painfully but something hard had gouged his balls when he sat up. Betty quickly undid a similar contraption that had encased his legs and feet from the calf to his toes, there was a hard bottom on this device that held his feet in an exaggerated arch. These are professionally constructed items, these people have done this to someone before! Nancy strapped his feet into high heeled slippers with open toes that revealed his toenails painted with bright red polish.

"What is all this crap?" Conrad raged.

"Why what do you mean? Nancy asked.

"This crap." Conrad shouted even louder and waved his hands when he saw his fingernails had also been polished. "And this gown, and high heel shoes. Why is this Halloween costume on me?"

"Connie that is not a Halloween costume. That is how you are going to be dressed from now on. You should not have made Madame mad. She was going to gradually teach you manners and respect for women, but now I'm sure you are going to get much more. Be sure to sit down to urinate like a good girl Connie." Nancy said.

Conrad was hurrying to the bath as fast as he could on the unfamiliar high heels, and wasn't paying attention to what Nancy was saying. When he had stood up the urgency to urinate became acute, so acute he almost did not; notice the painful tugging on his penis. Arriving in front of the commode he frantically pulled the folds of the long gown up and reached for his penis to aim it but all he felt was a metal tube being pulled back between his legs. As he bent over to see what was wrong, the gown slipped out of his grasp and unable to wait any longer the warm stream began running down his legs. Conrad threw up his hands in disgust and shuddered as he finally found relief. It seemed to take forever for the stream to stop and he stood there thoroughly humiliated while Betty and Nancy laughed at him. As soon as he could he grabbed the gown and pulled it over his head, pissy hem and all.

"What have you bitches done to me?" Conrad screamed as he tried to find his penis inside the tube.

Since the tube was being pulled back between his legs he tried to pull it forward, but then he realized it was connected to something under his butt cheeks. Stepping in front on the large mirror on the wall he could see a small but strong stainless steel chain around his waist, turning his back to the mirror he could see two more chains, going from the chain about his waist, down under his butt cheeks to a point somewhere in back of his sack.

"Don't worry dear, no permanent damage has been done yet. That tube is easily removable. However I suggest you watch your language if you don't want Madame to have it installed permanently." Nancy said.

The thought of a permanent installation made Conrad's blood run cold. Conrad raised his eyes from his groin area and was shocked to see that his face was swollen and puffy, his eyebrows had been thinned into a sweeping blond arch, and they had pierced his other ear! His chest, lower stomach, and groin were covered with splotchy red whelps and the hair was gone from those areas. His long blond hair had been taken out of the slicked back tail he always wore it in and had been fluffed and spread about his shoulders. Looking down at the high heeled shoes on his feet, and the nylon gown on the floor Conrad let out an agonized wail---

"No!, You aren't going to,---- You can't do this to me!

"Well of course we can dear, you signed the papers that gave us your permission. You really should have read them more closely. The affidavit you signed says that you have always wanted to be a woman, and that Madame is instructed to make your lifelong dream come true. By now those papers have been signed by your wife also, have been notarized and are legal documents requiring that Madame do as instructed. Really Connie what other type of madness could have driven you from woman to woman. Obviously it was your consummate desire to be female that caused you to be dissatisfied with every woman as soon as you had finished abusing them." Nancy said.

"No, that's not true, look I know I haven't been a very nice person, but I will apologize, and I won't bother any one ever again. Just let me get my clothes on an I will disappear. Allyson will never see me again. Just let me go." Conrad was almost crying as he pleaded to be spared from what he rightly deduced was to be his fate.

"That is just not possible Connie, you must undergo the training your wife has requested. You certainly may not leave as it is her intention to show your new persona off to everyone you have ever hurt or humiliated. So we might as well get started." Nancy replied.

While Conrad and Nancy were talking, Betty had started filling the tub with water, and poured several liquids from vials she carried in her pocket in the water. Nancy used a special key to remove the tube from around Conrad's penis and free him from the chains. Conrad was surprised at the ingenious nature of the tube. It was shaped to perfectly fit around the contours of the head of his penis , leaving it free while severely constricting the shaft. It's design would allow stimulation of the sensitive head while effectively preventing an erection. In fact an erection would be very painful. Betty began scrubbing the penile restrainer while Nancy removed his shoes and tied his hair up and forced him into the tub filled with fragrant bubbles. Conrad was told to relax and soak in the tub until told to get out.

Chapter Three

Conrad did relax, the soothing bath was helping him but he was still very upset at all that was going on. It looked like Madame as she so pompously described herself intended to make him look like a woman as his punishment for cheating on her daughter. Apparently she is also vindictive, as evidenced by that horrible metal sleeve she put around his penis. Conrad kept trying to calm himself down so he could think logically on how to get through this idea of Allyson's he had been tricked into. Obviously if he did not want to be punished further he would have to show respect for Madame even though he did not mean it. Perhaps the best way to get through this crap would be to go along with whatever they wanted him to do. Maybe if he cooperated enthusiastically he could convince them he was accepting the training and he would then have a better chance of escaping. If there was anything Conrad was really good at it was deceiving women. Now he must put on a stellar performance in hopes of escaping before they could do too much damage to him. While he relaxed in the soothing potions in the bath another unfamiliar woman came in and cleaned up the floor where he had urinated. She also took the soiled gown when she left. Nancy soon returned and taking the shower hose down she wet his hair and thoroughly shampooed his hair. A very nice smelling conditioner was massaged in and allowed to set for a minute or two before Nancy rinsed it out. Nancy stood and holding a towel out to Conrad said-----

"Okay Connie lets get out of the tub and get dressed for your first day of training."

Conrad reached deep into his deceitful personality and summoned up a slight smile. He must not over do it right away or they would become suspicious. True to her description of her duties Nancy helped him from the tub and then showed him how to dry from the feet up. Nancy produced what looked like bikini underwear and had him step in the and pull them up his legs. When they were up to the tops of his thighs she reached into his groin area and deftly pushed both his testicles up in side him. Conrad screamed in pain but managed not to curse at her and instead obeyed her instructions as soon as he could, to pull the tight panties up while she held his balls in place. When the bikini looking panty was in place it held his testicles up inside him securely. Reaching through a small opening in the front Nancy roughly pulled his limp penis out through the opening. Her not too gentle treatment convinced Conrad she was deliberately trying to antagonize him so she could report him to Madame. When she reached for the penile restrainer Conrad stifled the desire to fight and allowed her to slide the lubricated tube up his penis and secure it and the chains without resistance. Determined now to convince them he had given up any kind of resistance he quietly donned the long flowing pink nylon satin robe that she handed to him. Nancy firmly guided Conrad back into the bed room and seated him in front of the mirrored dresser. A tray containing a small glass of water, a cup of steaming coffee, a large white pill, and one cigarette had been placed there. Conrad reached for the coffee but Nancy said--

"The pill first Connie"

"What is it?" Conrad asked.

"Not that you need to know but, it is Nizoral, an antibiotic. You may have some low level infections and Madame wants you cleaned up so your body will be capable of responding properly to your training regimen particularly the exercise and dance classes that require a great deal of stamina."

Conrad obediently swallowed the pill and then began to enjoy the coffee and cigarette. He might not have enjoyed it so much had he known that Nancy had not told him the whole truth about the pill. It did have antibiotic and antifungal properties, but it is also a very effective testosterone blocker. Given in the dosage he would be taking daily he would be chemically castrated in a matter of a few weeks. Of course this would greatly enhance the effects of the estrogen and progesterone injections he was to receive later in the day. The female hormone injections would assist in the chemical castration as well as feminize his body. Given together they would rapidly change Conrad's body, so much that within a matter of only months his formerly wiry body would be covered by a smooth layer of shapely feminine flesh.

As Conrad finished the coffee and cigarette he was shocked and humiliated to see Suzanne enter the room. Suzanne was the hot pants beautician that Allyson had caught him with at the motel. Which reminded Conrad of how he had gotten himself in this predicament. Stupidly, he now realized he had hit on the beautiful salon owner his very first visit there. Stupid because he did not realize that not only was the owner a special friend of Allyson's but she also had obtained a large loan from Allyson's bank and was extremely loyal to Allyson. It was the salon owner that assigned this very same hot pants beautician to do his hair cuts. Conrad had never suspected until now that he had been set up.

"Well lets see if I can get our new girl fixed up a little for the first day of her new life. This is going to be a lot of fun. You didn't know it Connie, but my preference is for the female gender. Maybe we can have another date when you are more like my type." Suzanne said.

Conrad steeled himself to the references to himself in the feminine gender and forced a pleasant smile for Suzanne. I won't let you get to me either sister, I refuse to be tricked into giving Madame any reason to institute further punishment. He sat quietly while Suzanne combed through his wet hair and began to blow it dry. Suzanne turned the blow dryer off while his hair was still damp and taking some glossing glace' in her hands she worked it through his long tresses. Brushing it straight back an up she captured it with several long duck bill clips and then separated his hair into numerous strands, keeping each one separated from the others with a smaller clip. Moving to the side she pulled one strand in front of each ear that was shorter than the rest and wound the strand on a magnetic roller and fastened each with clips in a vertical position, at the temple. At first Conrad thought she was going to roll all of his hair up as he had seen her do to many women the times when he had his hair trimmed at the salon Allyson had recommended to him. Suzanne started pulling the strands of his hair together at the top of his head, and glancing at the mirror he realized she was braiding his long hair. For the first time since he had begun to wear his hair long, Conrad wished he had a crew cut. They were taking everything about his appearance and using it to make him look like a girl!

Conrad began to watch closely as Suzanne continued braiding his damp hair. She had pulled the strands almost straight up when she started weaving them together which made the braid begin at the top front of his head. He had worn his hair pulled straight back for so long, the thick braid was giving an entirely new shape to his head. By pulling up on the strands his facial skin had also been lifted and stretched somewhat, and coupled with his highly arched eyebrows had created a rather bland and vacuous facial expression that he was not going to be able to change as long as his hair was in the braid. Damn Conrad thought, she is making me look like the stereotypical dumb blond air-head. Soon Suzanne had completed the braid into which she had woven several lavender ribbons, with which she wrapped the ends of his hair and then tied into a complex bow.

"Oh you look much better already Connie, Suzanne cooed. In a few days when your skin has recovered from the electrolysis I can use makeup and you will be a real cutie then."

Well thank goodness for little blessings Conrad thought. At least I won't have to wear makeup for a few days because of that electric whatever. I wonder if that zap gun they used on me is what made my skin get so red and puffy. Nancy had returned from the closet with clothing for Conrad, and opening a box withdrew a firmly boned wasp waisted lavender corset. Oh no, Conrad thought more torture!

" Come over here Connie, it is time to get dressed." Betty said while lowering what looked like a trapeze from the ceiling.

Conrad had not noticed this thing earlier and realized this must have been installed since "Madame" had taken over the house. Betty helped Conrad remove the dressing gown and then fastened the padded cuffs attached to each end of the bar to his wrists. Betty stepped over to the wall and pressed a button which caused the bar to retract towards the ceiling. Conrad's arms were lifted until just the tips of his polished toes were touching the floor. Nancy wrapped the corset around his middle and hooked it together. Then she began pulling the laces ever tighter. The first trip through Conrad thought this is not going to be very bad. But then she began the process all over. The corset fitted just below what would have been Conrad's breasts, if he had any, and stopped just at the top of his hip bones. While Nancy was lacing Betty kept pushing and pulling the flesh on Conrad's chest up and the flesh around his lower back and hips down. By the third pass through the laces Conrad was gasping for breathe and was sure the women were trying to smother him.

"Take shallow slow breaths Connie and you will get used to the corset soon." Nancy said. Finally Nancy tied the laces off and Betty lowered his arms. Back in a normal standing position Conrad could see in the full length mirror in front of him that the flesh Betty had rearranged made it appear that he had a semblance of breasts and slightly fuller hips. Conrad was somewhat light headed now and was trying to breathe as Nancy had instructed. Leaving him connected to the bar so he could use it for balance, Betty knelt at Conrad's feet, and after removing his slippers she lifted a garter belt up and fastened it around his waist. Nancy then rolled sheer lavender stockings up his hairless legs and fastened them to the garter tabs. Betty produced a pair of lavender open toed high heel sandals and fastened the straps snugly around Conrad's ankles. The trouble Conrad was having getting a breathe was effectively distracting him from taking offense at what was being done to him. He concentrated on breathing while Betty lowered a filmy rayon lavender sun dress over his shoulders as he held his hands up as instructed. Betty tugged it into place as Conrad stared at himself in the mirror. He had said they couldn't do this, but they had! Staring back at him was a rather attractive narrow waisted female with a hint of cleavage showing in the scoop neck of the sleeveless sun dress. The arms and neck were a little stringy yet but the overall impression was female!

Conrad seemed to be frozen in place, totally shocked by what had been done to him in less than twenty four hours. He finally roused from the stupor when he heard Suzanne calling -----

"Come sit over here again Connie for some finishing touches."

Numbly Conrad managed to walk on the four inch heels without falling, although quite clumsily. He did as Suzanne had instructed and she used the blow dryer on each of the rollers she had placed in front of his ears. Putting the dryer away she told him to make pout lips and she quickly brushed on bright red lip color, after waiting a moment she went over his lips with some sort of clear liquid that gave them a wet look. Suzanne sprayed the hollow of Conrad's neck, the fake cleavage and the inside of his elbows with a perfume that smelled of Violets. Finally she took the two clips and rollers out and pulled the resulting curls into loose hanging ringlets which she sprayed with a hair fixative. Conrad was, if possible, even more shocked now. He seemed entranced by his new image, unable to protest or resist so drastic was the impact on his self concept. Nancy finally took him by the elbow and said ------

"Come along Connie, it is time to have breakfast, we must not keep Madame waiting, I know she must be impatient to see the new Connie."

Slowly at first, but gaining more poise with each step, Conrad with Nancy's assistance and instructions began the walk to the dining room. Conrad was so embarrassed he knew he must be livid with shame. The gauzy dress swished at every step, and the lavender hose made a slipping noise as his thighs rubbed at every step. The method Nancy had shown him to walk with caused an exaggerated swing of his hips but was necessary for him to be able to manage the heels. The whole large dining room was filled with the faces of women he did not know that were seated around the table. They all gave a polite round of applause at his appearance. Madame smiled broadly from the head of the table as she said -----

"Oh how precious, you have made such good progress Connie. I hope this means that your little episode of yesterday will not be repeated. You look just wonderful Connie, I almost can't wait until we have had a few months to work on you, you are going to be just darling."

AAAGh, "just darling", Conrad almost threw up at the syrupy words of "Madame." The previous shock he had been in from seeing his radically altered appearance had dissipated rapidly at the embarrassment he felt at being presented before these women in his present condition. Control yourself, control, control, the only way to get away from these crazy women is to convince them you have accepted these horrible things they are doing to you and are resigned to your fate. Whatever it is these unmerciful monsters have planned. Conrad had been seated right next to Madame and she was now saying ---

"Well Connie you really have improved since yesterday. This morning after breakfast you will be seeing a very special Doctor I have flown directly from Paris to handle your case. She has been in charge of all of my previous students, and does such marvelous work. I am sure Allyson will be delighted with what she can make of you. The next few months are going to be so very exciting for me. You can't possibly know how thrilled I was when Allyson asked me make you into a suitable companion for her. Of course they may be rather difficult for you but that is of no matter since you certainly deserve any inconvenience you might have after what you did to my precious daughter."

Conrad stared at the breakfast that had been served to him. A half grapefruit, six Melba toast wafers, and a cup of black coffee. Oh yes and one cigarette.

"We can't have you eating too heavily dear, that would just defeat our waist shaping regimen. It is very important to have a small shapely waist, it does so much for one's appearance. Yes your cigarettes have been rationed, I know you are a heavy smoker, and I really don't want to be cruel so you will have eight today, tomorrow only six, and then reduced by one each day thereafter. But don't mistake my kindness for weakness Connie. You deserve to be punished severely for your attempted escape, but I will just reserve that option depending on your behavior. However, be warned any repeat of yesterdays behavior and I will punish you in such a severe manner that you will never forget."

Conrad devoured the meager breakfast he had been given while the woman talk swirled around him. Well she can threaten all she wants as soon as I get the smallest chance I'm out of here no matter how much she threatens. As soon as he had finished his one cigarette Nancy got up and came over to his chair.

"Time to go see the Doctor Connie". Nancy said.

Conrad wasn't real thrilled at the sound of that. He had seen all of the equipment being moved into the house and realized it was there to be used on him at some stage of this "training". Hopefully the Dr. has not planned anything too drastic for today. Conrad studiously controlled his steps to produce the motion Nancy had shown him was necessary to walk successfully in high heels. The swishing sounds were beginning to be associated with pleasure as the head of his penis was being rubbed deliciously with each step. Of course just as soon as the pleasure began to increase his penis would swell and then be choked by that infernal device "Madame" had instructed be kept on his organ continuously. The constricting nature of the tube would cause pain which made his penis recede only to be excited once again in a vicious cycle. Nancy ushered Conrad into the Clinic as the room had been labeled with a new sign, and instructed him to lay on the examination table. She swiftly fastened his feet in the stirrups and raised his skirt exposing his restrained penis and bare buttocks.

"Well, so this is Connie." The Doctor said entering the Clinic.

Conrad experienced some fear at her appearance, since she was wearing regular hospital whites as if prepared for surgery!

"You are very pretty Connie, you won't pose much of a challenge for my skills. From the looks of you, and the test results I have just been reading, unless you don't behave properly I won't get to do any work on you for several months. But of course I will see you every other day to check up on your progress and give you your injections. So I might as well give you your injections now and you can be off to your classes."

"Injections?" Conrad inquired weakly. He had always feared and disliked shots of any kind, and because of the circumstances he now found himself in he had a special fear of what the Doctor was going to inject him with.

"Yes dear, you will receive two injections every other day. This one (holding a syringe up) contains estrogen, the principle female hormone. Estrogen, when injected in sufficiently large doses, will in a year or so reshape your body into a distinctly female form. Your breasts will develop, your hips will grow wider and more shapely, and of course your mind will begin thinking as a female's does."

Conrad shuddered as he felt the fluid enter the muscle of his right hip.

"This injection (holding up the second syringe so Conrad could see it) contains progesterone. This will assist the estrogen in creating you over into a female. It will also, over the next few weeks, chemically castrate you, so that you won't have to worry about having those nasty erections. They do so disturb the lines of the new clothing you will be wearing. The first few weeks on these hormones will be the worst, and you may have some emotional upsets, but just as soon as they gain control of your brain cells you will find that you will be very happy and excited about the changes taking place in your body. Well, see you day after next Connie."

Conrad was too dumfounded at the things the Doctor had said to offer a reply. They weren't just making him dress like a woman, they intended to change him into one! Chemically castrate, no erections, wide hips, breasts, his poor brain was swimming with the terrible things she had said. In just a few weeks she had said he would be chemically castrated! I must hurry and find a way to escape from here.

"Come along Connie" Nancy said as she freed his feet from the stirrups. "It is time for some lessons in female deportment."

Conrad got off the examination table and shuddered as he looked around the room seeing all the strange stainless steel chairs and operating tables, and the cabinets filled with shiny instruments. A deep chill had settled in Conrad as the full realization that they planned to use all of this equipment on him. As he followed Nancy out of the room he was almost shivering with fear. Now as he walked with the hip swinging gait required by the high heels he imagined he could feel the hormones spreading outward from the injection sites flowing throughout his body and into his brain. The Doctor had said they would control his brain cells and he would like what they were doing to him. A sense of total urgency seized Conrad causing an adrenaline high so severe it seemed that everything was moving in slow motion compared to his thoughts.

Nancy led him into a large sitting room where he saw several unfamiliar females dressed similar to himself. Perfect for a morning tea in the Summer.

"Come sit here with us Connie"

Conrad, his mind still preoccupied with the things the Doctor had said, plopped down in the nearest chair as he always did.

"Stand Up!" The same woman screamed at him.

Startled by the sudden change in her voice and demeanor, he jumped to his feet. He was so startled he forgot he was wearing high heels and wobbled unsteadily for several moments.

"Ladies do not fall onto the furniture like crude male animals! You must place your hands behind you and tuck your skirt under and gracefully lower yourself into the chair." She instructed in the same soft tones as her original statement.

Jerry terrified that he might make her angry and be reported to Madame tried to do as she said.

"Do it again Connie, try to think gracefully!

Again Jerry tried her method more slowly and smoothly.

"Again Connie!

And again he tried, more slowly and smoothly.

"Much better, but this time smile and maintain eye contact with me as you sit.!

Jerry forced what he hoped was a smile, and stared at her cold eyes as he smoothly held the folds of his skirt and gracefully lowered his body into the chair.

"Well the smile could stand some improvement, but that was much better. Now spread the folds of your skirt evenly, and place your feet like I have mine and bring your knees together."

Copying the position of her feet he moved his right foot slightly backward and turned the toes of his pumps ever so slightly outward, surprised that the motion seemed to bring his knees together naturally. He noticed she was sitting forward in the chair so he also imitated her posture and found that he gained some relief from the corset in this position.

"That is much better, I am Bridget and I will be your coach on how to move, walk, gesture, posture and social graces. Please pay attention when I speak to you and do not speak until spoken to." Bridget said.

"Now Connie, try to rise just as gracefully and walk to the far wall. Look at your self in the mirrors and try to make each step as graceful as possible."

Conrad rose and began to walk as he had been directed. He was still very nervous and upset by what the Doctor had said and was not concentrating on his instructions.

"That is not graceful! You are not a prostitute dragging for business! Take smaller steps and concentrate on smoothing out your motions." Bridget admonished him.

Back and forth Conrad walked, trying his best to follow her instructions. The instructions and walking seemed to be endless and Conrad's feet, not used to high heels were really hurting. Suddenly he was startled by a blood curdling scream from down the hall. He stopped in the middle of the room frozen in place by the sound. He thought, but wasn't sure that he could hear sobbing, the sound level was much lower now.

"You may continue Connie, no need to pay any attention to what you heard. One of the other men Madame has accepted for training was just being punished for misbehaving. I am sure she will be a perfect lady from now on." Bridget said smiling, her smile was accompanied by muted laughter from the other women.

What kind of punishment could have caused such a horrible scream? Madame had warned him about trying to escape, and said she would punish him so severely he would never forget it if he tried again. Damn these women were dangerous. However, motivated by what the Doctor had said to him about the hormones chemically castrating him Conrad still planned to escape at the earliest opportunity. Finally Bridget announced that today's lesson was at an end and another of the women announced it was time for his dancing lessons.

The group of ladies left the room and a rather severe looking older woman entered shortly after ward. She brought with her a pair of white ballet slippers which she instructed Conrad to put on. He managed with the greatest of difficulty, finding it extremely difficult to reach his feet because of the restriction of the corset. For the next hour Conrad was required to assume the many positions of the ballet as instructed by Ms. Hartz. He held on to the bar and stretched until he thought he would be torn apart. His calves and toes ached terribly when he was finally allowed to stop.

Betty arrived shortly after he had changed shoes and informed him it was time for a massage to loosen him up after his exercises. Again Conrad had to assume that peculiar hip swinging gait to walk with the high heels. This time it was agony! His legs felt rubbery and ached terribly. Betty led him to another room in the mansion's first floor that had been completely redesigned. This one was also rather scary. It had a strange looking stainless steel chair with a hole in the seat mounted over a large a china bowl. The whole room had been redone with ceramic tiles on the floor and walls. Several hoses and tube like devices were mounted on the walls. Across the room was a padded bench with stout straps at places to fasten arms and legs. Conrad had a very bad feeling about this room.

"Lets get all of Connie's clothes off Betty so we can get started." Nancy said. Nancy had been waiting for them when Conrad and Betty arrived. Conrad noticed that Nancy had a large rubber apron over her uniform, and hoped it only meant that she was giving the massage. Betty assisted Conrad in the removal of all of the clothing and carefully hung each item up. She even removed the crushing corset and those horrible panties that were keeping his testicles up inside him. Nancy put on a pair of latex gloves and removed the metal penile restraint. The relief of having all of the restraints removed brightened Conrad's mood so much that he even thought that the massage might be a good idea.

"First we must get you ready for the massage, so come sit in the chair please." Nancy said.

Conrad padded barefooted across the tile floor, the muscles in his calves cramping with each step. He had been on the high heels and then on his toes all morning and his calf muscles complained at being stretched out again. Conrad sat down as instructed and Nancy started buckling straps around his wrists, knees and ankles.

"Hey!, what are those for? Conrad cried in alarm.

"Well we wouldn't want you to fall out of the chair Connie." Nancy replied as she completed buckling straps around his thighs and chest.

Suddenly the chair began to tilt forward and Conrad found himself facing the floor. His body supported only by the straps. In this position he could see nothing but the tiles in front of his face. However he could hear the two women moving around opening and closing drawers and dragging a hose across the floor. Now he felt something cool and slimy at his rectum!

"What are you doing!" Conrad cried out fearfully.

Betty laughed and said "I am giving you a grease job, and then Nancy will give you the wash job."

Conrad felt an object slide in for three or four inches and then as Betty pulled it back out it deposited a heavy greasy coating. Almost immediately he felt a larger object being inserted. The greasy substance had a deadening effect and Conrad felt no pain until the object was stopped and then began to swell. Suddenly he felt a warm liquid entering his bowels. Oh no, an enema, Conrad had always hated enemas as a child. His mother had given him one every Saturday night until he was fifteen years old, when he had lied to her and convinced her he would do it himself. Of course all he would do would fill the bag and empty it in the commode, but if she checked she would find the bag had been used. Oh the fluid is still flowing in, how much are they going to use?

"Nancy, that is enough, I can't hold any more! Conrad said urgently.

"Of course you can Connie, just take shallow breaths and relax your stomach muscles, only one more quart to go." she replied.

Conrad couldn't believe it his stomach was so distended that in that hanging position he looked like a very pregnant woman! The flow had stopped and he felt the chair being raised back to an upright position. Oh my he still looked like he was pregnant. Betty rubbed his huge stomach and asked-----

"Do you like looking pregnant Connie? You know every girl wants to be pregnant. I'm sure Madame would have the Doctor make you pregnant if you want."

"What!, are you crazy! No I don't want to be pregnant. and I'm not a girl!" Conrad replied angrily.

"Well not yet you aren't, but maybe much sooner than you think Connie." Betty said.

Conrad could see Nancy reach under the chair and release something to make the object in his anus shrink, then she quickly pulled it out. AAAAh, the release of the fluid was a pleasant relief, although the odor was anything but pleasant. It seemed a very long time before it was all finally out. When Conrad began to feel as if everything was almost normal again he suddenly felt the chair rising straight up! Nancy was holding a slender and flexible tube about five feet long in her hands when she said ------

"Greased and washed, now it is time to rinse"

Nancy slowly began sliding the slender tube in his anus, stopping for a moment when Conrad would grunt as the tube met a curve in his intestines. Then the pushing would began again. Conrad was sure it was about to come out his mouth when Nancy finally reached the end of the tube. Conrad was gasping and sweating all over from the pain of this device when he felt a flow of liquid start again!

"The little spray head will rinse everything out as I retract the tube and then you will be sparkling clean Connie" Nancy laughed.

Finally the ordeal with the spray wash was over and when Conrad had stopped cramping, he was freed from the chair and his bottom thoroughly washed by Betty to clean up any remaining splatter and lubricant.

"Now lets go get you on the table Connie so you can get a thorough massage." Nancy laughed.

Conrad was told to lay face down on the table and as soon as he had complied the massage began. Conrad had never had a massage before so he did not know what to expect. For the next thirty minutes every muscle on the backside of his body was mashed, rubbed, moved, and pummeled. Conrad felt like all of his muscles had turned to water. Then they rolled him over and began the same process on the front side, well the same except when they had finished the massage Betty and Nancy each held an electric breast pump on his chest. At the beginning the sucking of his nipples actually felt good, however as they continued to hold the breast pumps there for a long time his nipples became quite swollen and painful. His pleading for them to please stop was to no avail. Finally Betty looked at her watch and told Nancy he had been pumped long enough.

Betty and Nancy helped Conrad to stand up from the table, and rubbed some cream on and around his tortured nipples. When it looked like he was strong enough, Nancy ordered him to bend over and grasp his ankles. Conrad obeyed her instructions and was rewarded with having a large tampon inserted into his already over used rectum. Standing back up Conrad found the tampon to be quite uncomfortable, but after a few steps as he was led to another lacing trapeze it seemed to settle in place and the discomfort faded to just a feeling of fullness. The whole dressing routine was repeated again, only now when they had finished lacing him in his corset his poor inflamed nipples pushed out over the top of the half cups and were being irritated and stimulated by every movement of the his dress across them.

When they had completed dressing Conrad again he was led back to the dining room for lunch. This time there was another person at the table. Conrad wasn't sure for a while until Madame spoke to him whether this new person was a man in the same situation or not. The person seated stiffly in the chair with arms secured in a folded position under what appeared to be large breasts. She seemed to be wearing some type of low neck straight jacket. Conrad also noticed this persons legs were encased in the white kid sheath with the exaggerated arch in the foot as he had been. When Conrad had rounded the table and was being seated in the chair directly across from this person he was shocked to see the mouth covered with a rubber gag. Tears were streaming down the face of this person and she /he was quietly sobbing and twitching in the bonds that held him/her in place. This person was dressed like Conrad except in yellow and had yellow ribbons in the long braid of dark brunette hair.

" You haven't met Carlene yet have you Connie. Don't be too disturbed by her sobs, he has disobeyed my instructions, and worse tried to escape during the night. However since our discipline session this morning "she" has had a change of attitude. Haven't you Carlene?" Madame said looking fiercely at the gagged and helpless creature. Although unable to speak, immediate affirmative nods followed by deeper sobs and twitches was the reply to Madame's inquiry.

" In fact I expect that when "she" has been able to regain her composure she will be more than happy to tell me how much she appreciates how my training is going to make her into a lovely woman. Perhaps seeing Carlene after her punishment will encourage you not to make the same mistake she did. You see we are going to be doing a number of things to your body in the days to come that will change you into a perfect female companion for my daughter. As in Carlene's case, poor behavior on your part could result in some rather painful surgery, if you don't relish that thought you should be very careful. So let this be a warning to you I can punish you so severely that you will never forget it!"

With those chilling words Madame smiled and told everyone to begin eating. Conrad was very hungry, but he could scarcely eat his salad and Jello for looking at that poor creature across the table. That is who let out that terrible scream this morning, something seems to had a very powerful effect on his emotions. I have never seen anyone sob and twitch like that! While he is sobbing and twitching, he is trembling all over as well. Whatever they did to him must have been horrible! Conrad finally was able to stop looking at that pitiful sight only because he was beginning to feel a cold clutch of fear himself. As soon as he had finished the black coffee and cigarette Nancy and Betty escorted him out of the dining room. This time he was led to a small room that had been a storage area. Now there was a single chair facing a large curved television screen. He was taken to the chair and strapped in place so that he had to look at the screen. Betty and Nancy left the room in the dark and in the moment before a program came on the screen Conrad remembered the poor creature at the dining table and vowed to escape as soon as possible. A wheel with concentric circles began to spin on the screen and Conrad was unable to remember any part of the program after he awoke some three hours later. It was just as well that he couldn't remember what had been subliminally implanted into his subconscious mind.

The program started off with a video of a beautiful naked woman and the words ----

"Why you should desire to attain the perfection of the female body form for yourself."

"In all of nature there is no more beautiful sight than that of the female body. Perfectly designed and lovely above all other forms in nature, the female form is to be greatly desired. Viewed as a whole, the form and symmetry is most pleasant even across all of the possible variations in size and conformation. Beginning at the lowest part, the gracefully arched foot, enhanced by the wearing of high heels, is at once both elegant and exciting to view. Although you may not have been blessed with the smallest or prettiest feet, the Doctor can mold your feet to the desirable form allowing you to have lovely feminine feet."

(The narration seemed to continue without interruption while a subliminal message flashed across the screen. Much too fast for the conscious mind to recognize it, even if not fully hypnotized.) "Ask to have your feet trained today!"

"A well turned ankle graced with sheer hose presents a lovely promise of a smooth calf and thigh. Well fleshed and toned legs are very desirable. Madame will provide you with exercise and nutrition to insure the development of well formed and smoothly fleshed legs. The classic female form exhibits smoothly fleshed and well rounded hips and buttocks. Imagine having such lovely hips and well fleshed buttocks, visualize the smooth fit of delicate lace panties, the caress of a fitted skirt when you have obtained this wonderful shape. What a lovely sight you will be. Ask Madame to help you obtain this ideal figure by requesting the female hormones you need."

"Ask for the strongest possible doses today!"

"A small waist is the perfect compliment to the lovely hips you want so much to have. A small waist is easy to obtain by wearing the proper foundation garments. Madame will be happy to provide you with custom fitted corsets so you may have a small waist. The more severe the lacing the more beautiful your waist will be."

"Ask to be laced as tightly as possible today!"

"The female breast is a work of art, only in the human being does the breast achieve such beauty. Large, full, smoothly rounded breasts are the hallmark of a truly feminine woman. Large, full breasts, with large sensitive nipples are a source of feminine delight, providing great pleasure to the person who is fortunate to obtain them. Madame can help you obtain this most desirable feminine asset. Be sure to tell Madame how much you desire to have large beautiful breasts."

"Tell Madame you want large breasts now!"

The woman in the video removed her hands from her breasts and placed them at her sides while turning to a full frontal view. The narration continued---------

"Most important of all is the female genitalia, no ugly and uncomfortable protuberances to mar the vision. The smooth frontal appearance allows the proper fit of delicate lace panties. When your ugly scrotum and penis have been removed you won't be bothered with the necessity to constantly arrange them for comfort and appearance. The female genitalia provide a source of extreme pleasure. Unlike male organs, multiple and longer orgasms may be experienced. Female orgasms are much more pleasant than anything than a male can experience, and the absence of that nasty sticky fluid makes continued enjoyment much cleaner and more pleasant. Madame can assist you with your problem. Tell Madame that you want your penis and testicles removed as soon as possible. You must ask now if you are to obtain the ultimate in feminine beauty and pleasure."

"Ask to be castrated now, you cannot stand to wait any longer"

The whirling concentric circle appeared again, and the subliminal messages throbbed brilliantly in fluorescent pink.

"Ask to have your feet trained today!"

"Ask for the strongest possible doses today!"

"Ask to be laced as tightly as possible today!"

"Tell Madame you want large breasts now!"

"Ask to be castrated now, you cannot stand to wait any longer"

You will awake refreshed and feeling very happy. You will desire everything you have seen and heard, you must request everything you have seen and heard to be happy, you will awake on the count of 1,--------5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Awake.

Conrad was awakened by the two handlers un-strapping him from the chair and then he was led back to his new room. Betty disrobed him except for the corset and nylons, gave him another flowing lavender nylon tricot and lace gown and matching high heeled mules to wear. Conrad was allowed to use the commode and he was able to manage the seated position without soiling his gown this time.

"Now it is time for your nap, I will wake you when it is time to get dressed for dinner." Betty said as she placed a head set over his ears.

Some very pleasant music unlike anything Conrad had ever heard before began to play and then he heard "You are very tired. you will sleep now, when you awaken you will have no conscious memory of what you have heard. As he succumbed to the hypnotic words the music faded into the background and a voice began "Why you should desire -------"

Conrad finally awoke after much gentle shaking, thinking he had just dozed off. But he felt rested and refreshed, that is until he tried to move. Then every muscle that had been pushed and pounded during the massage cried out to him, he was sore all over. When he finally got raised up the gown slipped across his nipples bringing a very intense yet not uncomfortable feeling in the puffy tips. Conrad was allowed to make his way to the commode and here he repeated the ritual of raising the gown carefully out of the way before sitting. He had been moving very carefully in deference to his distinctly sore muscles. When he finished Nancy removed all of his clothing except the tight panty that kept his testicles shoved up in his body.

" Go lie face up on the bed Connie." Nancy said.

As soon as he had complied Nancy and Betty, one on each side of the bed, produced the breast pumps again and began the previous ritual of pumping his male breasts. Conrad was somewhat shocked to see how large his nipples were already becoming. The sensations he was receiving were quite pleasant when they started, so pleasant as to cause his sheathed penis to try to erect, which of course caused a sharp pain as soon as it began to rise. However he was soon begging them to quit as the pumping had become painful after a few minutes. His nipples were now swollen even larger than the first time and were glowing a pinkish hue from the blood engorging the tissues. Nancy rubbed the cream on them again although he could not fathom why as it did nothing to ease the irritation.

Conrad was taken to the bath where Nancy removed the sheath and then the tight panties while Betty prepared a luxurious bubble bath for Conrad. Nancy told Conrad how to remove the tampon and they both watched as he performed that humiliating task. While he was soaking away his aches and pains Nancy used a very pleasant cream to remove the makeup that had Suzanne had put on that morning. Conrad could not help but relax in the wonderful warm water while Nancy gently smoothed away his tension with a facial massage. All too soon Betty instructed him to stand up and get out of the tub. After a careful drying and powdering of his body that hateful sheath was brought out again while Conrad stood meekly waiting to have the symbol of his masculinity rendered useless and totally under the control of these women. During the relaxing soak, his testicles had descended back to their normal position. Betty of course again forced them up into his abdomen, however this time it was not as painful. Then Conrad was required to insert a new tampon with the aid of Nancy's instructions. Conrad was becoming numbed to these humiliating procedures and although he resented this treatment it somehow did not seem as bad as it had earlier. Of course Conrad had no conscious memory of the indoctrination that had been force fed into his mind under hypnosis, or how it and the injections of hormones were already beginning to reshape his thinking processes. The tight panties were followed by a fresh corset, sheer neutral hose and black three inch heels, whereupon he was led once again to the vanity to be ministered to by Suzanne. He had somehow been able to adapt to his humiliating treatment at the hands of Betty and Nancy, but the presence of the smirking Suzanne observing his humiliation he could not readily accept. He blushed deeply with shame as he sat at the vanity meekly awaiting the feminizing makeup and hairstyling at the hands of this woman he had attempted to seduce. Of course the fact that she was the instrument used by Allyson to trap him in his unfaithful ways is doubly humiliating.

"Well your complexion is much better this evening Connie. I will be able to do a much better makeup job now. I'm sure Allyson will be delighted with the progress you have made today."------

Suzanne continued her ceaseless chatter as she applied full makeup to Conrad. Base, blush, eye shadow, eyeliner, heavy mascara, eyebrow pencil lip color and gloss. Finishing the makeup Suzanne took Conrad's braid down and began combing fluffing and arranging his hair with liberal applications of hair spray. During this time Conrad had been seated facing the room as Suzanne had directed and had not been able to see the transformation that was occurring. Perhaps it would have been better if he could have seen it as it occurred for he was soon in for a disturbing surprise. Nancy held a full skirted, fitted bodice, sleeveless black dress out for Conrad to step in. With some arranging and straightening it was soon zipped up the back and Conrad was turned to face the full length mirror.

"Oh my" "Oh my" Conrad stuttered as he came face to face with his transformed appearance. His hair that had been twist braided wet now looked as if it had been given a spiral perm, and was fluffed out to look like a permed bob. The make up was absolutely incredible! He could no longer see the slightest trace of Conrad in his reflection. He was staring at a very stylish young woman in the mirror. As he continued to stare at what they had made of him Nancy placed a jeweled pendant around his neck, causing him to look at it as it rested between his mounds of feminine flesh. Mounds of feminine flesh! Then he remembered the pads in the bottom of the cups in the corset and how Betty had pulled on his tender flesh to arrange it in the cups. It was just an illusion, but a very realistic illusion! They had done all this in just one day! Conrad was torn between the attraction of the reflection he was viewing and the horror of it. He was beautiful, and it was exciting him to see himself so pretty. He could feel the material of the corset cups on his tender nipples with every breath and the sensation seemed to be sending a little tingling charge through him. He could not turn away from the mirror, the little tingles from his nipples were causing his penis to swell against the tight sheath bringing what now was becoming the most exquisite form of pain. Finally reason began to creep into his thinking and he forced himself to turn away from the mirror. They were succeeding in their mission, causing him extreme humiliation and pain and he was beginning to like it. If they could do all this in one day, there was no time to waste, he must escape soon.

" Well I see you are enjoying your new found beauty, Madame will be delighted to hear of your progress. But now we must hurry along to dinner." Nancy said.

Nancy placed a bracelet on his left wrist that matched the pendant around his neck, and then replaced his earrings with one that matched the pendant and bracelet. They all had the same unusual design, it looked something like the male symbol and female symbol combined. Actually it was the female symbol with an arrow angling upward from the circle. Conrad's attention was soon drawn away from the study of his jewelry. With each step in the heels his nipples bounced ever so slightly in the padded corset cups causing the little tingles to shoot directly to his groin area. Of course this was compounding the problem caused by the delicious friction of his stockinged thighs rubbing against the head of his penis that was trapped between his legs. In only a few steps he was in agony as his penis began to swell in the fitted sleeve. Some how the tingle from his nipples made the pain desirable and his thoughts again were drawn to how they were causing him this pain and yet he seemed to want it. As they descended the stairs Conrad took several hard steps downward purposefully and was rewarded with such tingling and exquisite pain in his penis he shuddered with this perverted pleasure. Betty's comment shocked him back to reality.

"Look Nancy, Connie is bouncing his little tits on purpose. He has already started to enjoy what we are doing to him. It won't take anytime to get this one finished. He will be begging to be a woman very soon."

Begging to be a woman, of course that is what they are going to try to get me to do! The doctor said the hormones would soon control my mind! I must get out of here right away. Conrad steeled himself against the pleasurable sensations, but he was only partially successful. When they arrived at the dining room he was still in a state of nervous tension. Nancy led him to a different position this evening, he was seated between Madame and his lovely wife Allyson. Seeing Allyson he was even further aroused, thinking to himself she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, how could I have been so stupid to get myself into this predicament.

" Oh Connie, you look so good! Mother has really done wonders in just one day, I just love your hair like that. I know, just as soon as Mother thinks you are ready I can take you to the Salon and Suzanne can give you a permanent in front of all the ladies. Won't that be a kick! Then maybe we can go shopping, you know at Jennifer's Boutique, you remember Jennifer don't you Connie, you even came on to her at our wedding reception. She will just love to help you pick out some lovely things, to go with your new figure."

Conrad could not control his surprise that Allyson knew about Jennifer! He had been so careful.

"Too bad you didn't know I had a detective agency watching you twenty four hours a day from the day of our first date. Of course Jennifer was more than happy to tell all, didn't you wonder why she dropped you? She was more than happy to cooperate when I asked her to come by the bank and discuss the terms of her loans. But there are so many places we can visit with your friends aren't there." Just as soon as you are ready we will make them all."

Conrad could only sit quietly as Allyson tormented him, it was true he had treated her shamefully, but what she was doing to him was unthinkable. Now he knew for certain that she intended for her mother to make him into a woman, and he would have to face all of the girlfriends he had treated so badly in the past. How could he face them knowing that they would know what Allyson had done to him.

"Well Connie is progressing very well, but I am afraid it will be some months until she is ready for the public. I think it would be best if you wait until we have completed all of the surgery and she has had time to recover fully. I'm sure some of the ladies will want to see the results of the surgery, that would be most fitting, don't you think?" Madame explained.

"Of course Mother, you are absolutely right. I'm certain Connie will be delighted to show them what has happened to his famous instrument."

AAAGH, not only would they know, Allyson was going to make him show them all how she has had me mutilated. What ever it takes I must escape right away. Finally Allyson and Madame turned the conversation away from Conrad and he busied himself with the green salad and dry baked fish. Apparently they intended to starve him also. When he had recovered some what from the embarrassment he had suffered at their conversation he finally raised his eyes and mustered enough courage to look around the table. Allyson was the only additional person since lunch. He noticed the boy/girl that had been trussed up at lunch was now seated at the table bound as before. She was just siiting there with a far away look in her eyes. Conrad noticed that her formerly braided hair had also been arranged like his was. Conrad could not help but stare a the person that had been so distraught just hours ago and yet now appeared so calm. Just then Conrad noticed the pendant around his/her neck was similar to the one he was wearing. A closer look revealed a slight difference, where his had an arrow pointing out of the circle atop the cross, hers only had a shaft without the arrowhead.

"Well Connie, I would like to have a conversation with you in private, please follow me." Allyson said.

Allyson led him to the room that used to be his play room where he watched the porno flicks while she was at work. As soon as he entered the room he saw his chance when Allyson closed the heavy wooden door behind them.

"Connie I wanted to talk to you-------"

Conrad cut her off in mid-sentence as he swung around and clipped her with a carefully aimed chop to the side of her neck. He didn't want to mar that beautiful face, just put her out long enough to get away. He had noticed when she got up to bring him here that she had her purse with her and surmised she had come straight from the bank to the dining room. Conrad gently lowered the unconscious Allyson to the carpet and then grabbing her purse he bolted through the double french doors into the garden. Running as fast as he could in the high heels he circled the back of the house toward the driveway to get her car and make his getaway. When he opened the car door he realized he had been trapped, seated on the passenger side was Betty with her stun gun the last thing Conrad heard before the terrible pain and the blackness overcame him was Madame's chilling voice -----

"Now I have all the reason I need to punish you properly!"

Conrad woke to a blinding light shining in his face, he closed his eyes immediately and then cracked them open. His first sight was of the Doctor wearing a white gown with an operating mask hooked under her chin. Behind her Allyson and Madame were standing. Becoming more aware of his surroundings he realized he was naked and strapped into one of the metal chairs in the operating room! Even his head was fastened in a cradle so he could not even turn his head but must look between his legs that were strapped into an elevated and spread apart position.

"Well I see Connie is coming around now, good now we can begin in a moment. Allyson said.

"You are certainly predictable Connie, our plan was for you to see the French doors knowing you would try to escape. You took the bait perfectly, however I had no idea you would hit me, my neck is very sore this morning. You should not have done that Connie. I was going to insist that Mother provide you with anesthetic and pain killers when the necessary surgeries were being performed, but now a little pain is what you deserve. You have not accepted my plans for you and have been resisting the program. So this morning the Doctor is going to remove the source of your resistance and when she has finished there will no longer be any reason to resist. It is going to be a pleasure to watch." Allyson continued.

Madame moved forward and said " I warned you about your behavior Connie, but you have chosen to disobey by trying to escape. The punishment for trying to escape is the removal of one testicle, I delayed your first punishment because I was sure you would try again. The Doctor is now going to remove both of your testicles. I am sure this will provide the proper attitude adjustment and you will conform to my program much sooner. With out the source of your male hormones, the female hormones you are being injected with will be able to take over your mind and body much sooner."

"No, No! You can't do this, please let me go I will go far away and you will never be bothered by me again. Please Allyson, please!" Conrad begged.

" I'm afraid that is not possible Connie, I want you to become what you have always treated so contemptuously, a woman! Think of this little operation as the first step of many you will undergo until you become a perfect female specimen for me to display to all of the women you have abused!" Allyson replied.

The Doctor moved in between Conrad's legs and caused the chair to rotate backwards while at the same time curving his head and shoulders forward. Now he was staring at his groin area. His sheathed penis had been taped up against his lower abdomen giving an un-obstructed view of his scrotum that had been painted with some sort of orange colored stuff. A nurse stepped up beside the doctor and held a stainless steel bowl under his scrotum as the Doctor pulled the tip of his scrotum out an made a long slit down the middle of his scrotum from end to end, completely splitting it.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Stop, Stop, Stop, Oh Please stop." Conrad screamed.

Moving rapidly the Doctor reached into the bloody slit and pulled a testicle out exposing the cord. Sliding a White's emasculator as far up the cord toward Conrad's body as it would go, the Doctor closed the jaws around the cord slowly. The emasculator first crushed the cord, effectively cutting off the blood supply, and then with just a slight additional squeeze on the handles she cut through the cord. His testicle flopped into the bloody bowl with a muted thud.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh, IIIIIIIIIIYEEEEEEEEEE, OOOOOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh,OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh." Conrad continued to scream as he was forced to watch the Doctor castrate him.

The Doctor repeated the procedure on the remaining testicle and then she allowed the nurse to inject Novacaine into Conrad's split sack as she cauterized the edges of his scrotum and rolled each half of the skin in on itself, stitching it in place to create a realistic looking outer vaginal lip.

"OOOOOh, OOOOOh, OOOOOOh" Conrad had lapsed into continuous sobbing and crying. The Novacaine served to deaden the skin and alleviate some of the physical pain, but had no effect on the mental anguish Conrad was suffering. Having to watch himself being forcibly castrated against his will had a profound effect on Conrad's mind. Which of course was a result Madame had purposely planned. As the Doctor continued to reshape the skin of his scrotum into a feminine appearance, Conrad began to twitch and shudder visibly with each labored sob. A shot of Valium soon stopped the twitching and sobbing.

Conrad lay in a stupor as if not conscious of his surroundings while the Doctor re-configured the chair after applying special bandages to his newly constructed Labia Majora so they would heal in the proper shape. His arms were pulled out to the side and up alongside his head and the doctor began injecting Novacaine in his pectoral muscles and armpits. Unknown to Conrad who had totally withdrawn from his surroundings as he grieved over his loss, Allyson and Madame had left the room as the Doctor continued her work. While the Novacaine took effect she removed the metal sleeve from his penis and inserted a catheter, connecting it to a bag at the side of the chair.

Moving quickly and professionally from much practice in this procedure, the Doctor opened a thin slit in Conrad's armpit and with a special tool inserted a large silicone bag under his nipple and over his pectoral muscle. She smoothly stitched the opening except for an area in which she had placed two tubes. One for drainage and the other connected to the silicone bag, provided for filling the bag with a gel solution. When both bags were in place and stitched up properly, she took a large syringe fulled with the special gel and inserting it in the seal at the end of the special tube began filling one of the bags. While the Doctor slowly injected the gel, the Nurse held an open cage in the shape of a breast over each site. Various measurement markings were on the cage allowing the Doctor to inject a precise amount into each bag.

When she had enlarged Conrad's chest to a perfect pair of almost A cups she began to apply the bandages to his underarm area. This was followed by repeated applications of a lubricating and skin softening cream to his new breasts. They then freed Conrad's arms and upper body and while he was in a sitting position placed some specially molded cup forms over the newly constructed breasts to hold the proper shape while the flesh stretched and assumed its new shape. Conrad was then placed into the special garment that held his arms crossed under his new breasts and only allowed breathing movement in his upper body.

Conrad did not feel any pain in his chest and after the Valium shot was no longer concerned about anything they were doing. He did rouse enough to notice the weight on his chest, but he did not consider that as a cause for alarm. Betty and Nancy took over from the doctor and Nurse and placed a short corset with garters, sheer hose and a lovely pair of nylon panties with lace on Conrad. This was followed by the kid leather leg binders with the exaggerated arch in the foot. A full skirt completed the outfit, Conrad's upper torso and arms being completely covered by the low cut straight jacket. The nurse opened a flap on the glove section of the jacket and inserted an I.V. into Conrad's hand. Betty and Nancy then lifted Conrad into a wheelchair and the Nurse attached a tube from a bag of liquid to his I.V. lock. With the bag fastened to the special hook on the wheelchair Conrad was wheeled down the hall to the room where he was once again shown the videotape.

Conrad now entered a period where the I.V. was used to provide liquids, nourishment, tranquilizers and certain mood altering drugs. Twice a day either Betty or Nancy would administer a high protein liquid nutrition drink required for body maintenance through a feeding tube that been placed down his throat. Although Conrad was actually conscious he was not cognizant of what was happening. His daily routine consisted of two sessions with the video tape, daily removal of the bondage devices and a sponge bath along with changing the bandages on his newly formed vaginal lips and breasts. His breasts had the skin softening lotion gently applied daily to facilitate the stretching of the chest skin to accommodate the additional gel solution the Doctor injected every other day. The use of the breast pumps at the same time had resulted in the enlargement of his nipples and an increase in the size of the aureole to that of a normal female appearance. The daily stimulation in conjunction with the female hormones to which the Doctor had now added prolactin were causing his milk producing tissues to develop. By the end of the first week the Doctor had achieved the desired size of the implant, having enlarged his breasts to a B cup, and after sealing the implants removed the tubes. Enlarging them to this size so early in their development could result in a very large size if the pumping and prolactin were continued, but this gave an option to continue the growth if Allyson wanted him to be humiliated even more. Conrad was wheeled to the table for each meal but in the drug induced state he had no idea where he was and only sat there and stared into a distant dream world.

The final stitches in his breasts were removed on a Friday and the upper torso binding jacket, and the I.V. was dispensed with. The stitches in what was formerly his scrotum had been out for several days. A more normal routine was resumed with Conrad now being dressed in a corset with special support cups that only covered the lower third of his new breasts. The cups were firm yet soft for comfort and only provided support with out hindering continued growth. Nylon panties, always embellished with lace trim, sheer nylon hose, and either a dress of soft clingy material or a blouse of the same material to cause arousal in his growing nipples and a full skirt were his daily wear. The leg binders with the foot trainers were used day and night during this two week period, but were removed during the day Friday. It was Saturday afternoon before Conrad fully emerged from the drugged state and was again cognizant of his surroundings. Conrad had been coming in and out since morning but now was fully awake and aware. He was being wheeled back to his room from his afternoon session with the videotape program when he suddenly said -----

"Why am I in a wheelchair?"

Betty answered "You have been recovering from some minor surgery and are just now coming back around."

The word surgery triggered his memory of what the Doctor had done, and hoping it was only a horrible nightmare he reached between his legs for confirmation that everything was all right. His exploring fingers found only a penis and some loose flesh! It wasn't a dream, ---- he had been castrated!

"No need to check Connie, they are gone forever." Nancy said in a humorous manner.

A low moan escaped from Conrad as the full realization of what had been done to him penetrated the deepest area of his soul. Conrad recognized then that he had experienced some difficulty reaching his groin, something about his chest restricted the movement of his arm. Focusing a little higher he now realized that under the dress were two very realistic looking breasts. Bringing his hand up his fears were confirmed when his fingers felt flesh and his flesh felt fingers!

"How---When---?" Conrad moaned.

"I'm sure that Miss Allyson and Madame will be glad to tell you all about them, but you will have to wait for dinner time. In the meantime we have much to do to get you prepared." Betty replied.

Conrad was wheeled to his room where Betty and Nancy seated him on the bed and helped him disrobe. Conrad was very weak in the legs from the constant constrictive binding they had been in and his balance was a little unstable from the long period of being drugged. Conrad stared in disbelief at the breasts on his chest, they looked so real! Betty placed a pair of high heel slippers on his feet for the walk to the bath. Conrad did not realize it yet but he would not be walking anywhere again without high heels. His feet had settled into the exaggerated arch of the foot trainers and the only way he would be able to walk would be on his toes or with the aid of high heels.

Betty removed his catheter and urine bag and then helped Conrad into the warm bubble bath that awaited Conrad. He was pleased for the opportunity to lay back in the tub. It was very disconcerting however to see his large nipples poking up through the bubbles. He could not help himself he had to check again and ran his hand across his stomach until he found his limp penis. Mustering up what courage he could he moved his hand lower feeling all around, he could find not a trace of what had been there. Only a groove with fleshy lips met his fingertips. Except for the absence of an opening Conrad knew what he felt was very familiar, having had his hands in that position on many women! This confirmation of his castration, brought back with terrible clarity the horrible experience of watching the Doctor calmly cut them off! Again he noticed the tips of his breasts and the tears began to flow uncontrollably down his cheeks as remembered how Allyson had said she was going to humiliate him.

Seeing Conrad's emotional turmoil Nancy seized the opportunity and kneeling by the tub began to gently caress his large nipples. Conrad's depression began to dissipate rapidly as he began to feel some pleasant sensations. His nipples felt a little less sensitive than before, maybe a little numbness. But very good anyway.

"Now you see Connie there are some rewards in being a girl, and that was just the beginning. Just a teaser to let you know how good it can be when the Doctor finishes with you." Nancy told Conrad. "Now stand up and shampoo your hair under the shower, we have to hurry. Suzanne is waiting to do your hair. You will be making a conscious return to the dinner table after an absence of two weeks. You will want to look your best for Allyson."

Stepping out of the tub and into the high heeled slippers one foot at a time as Nancy dried them, Conrad stood gazing at his reflection in the steamy mirror. He had become fascinated with his new breasts. The strangest thought kept popping into his mind from out of nowhere. "Tell Madame you want large breasts now." They are very nice he thought, of course not as nice as Allyson's, but she had the most delicious and firmest D cups he had ever seen. Nancy powdered Conrad while he was admiring his new breasts but brought him back to reality when she took him by the hand to lead him into the bedroom. Betty was waiting with a lavender corset and Conrad automatically raised his arms for her to wrap it around his waist. Then the cuffs so he could be raised by the lacing bar. As Betty began to start the pull on the lacings another of those strange thoughts popped into his mind. "Ask to be laced as tightly as possible today." before he could even consider it the words blurted out ----

"Please lace me as tightly as possible"

"Of course Connie, I will love to." Nancy replied while bestowing a kiss on Conrad's cheek. "This is really going to help your figure, a smaller waist with your nice new breasts will be very pretty."

"Yes, I hope I will look nice." Conrad answered.

He felt good for asking to be laced tighter, and he really did hope he would look nice. But he wasn't sure why he wanted to have a good figure. Soon he was fully decked out with hose attached to his garters and Nancy had installed a large sanitary napkin in his lace trimmed panties. She tucked his penis in the groove and with the panties pulled up over the pad he had a smooth frontal appearance which again astounded Conrad because he was pleased to see it. A flowing lavender nylon tricot robe was added and Conrad was escorted down the hall, his wet hair still wrapped in a towel. Conrad was led into a room that had been converted into a complete beauty salon. Suzanne was already there and called to Conrad --------

"Oh wow Connie, what a figure! You look so pretty with your new breasts, and your waist! It is so much smaller today."

Conrad flushed at Suzanne's greeting it was so humiliating to have her say such things because of their previous relationship. But inwardly he was, much to his consternation, pleased to hear that she thought his breasts and waist looked nice. Suzanne directed him to take a seat in the styling chair. A regular U-shaped styling bar had been installed complete with the angled side mirrors that allowed the person in the chair to see the front and sides. Suzanne removed the turban wrapped towel and sprayed Conrad's hair from a bottle labeled setting lotion.

"Today is a special event so I am going to do your hair differently than you have ever had it done Connie." Suzanne said while combing the setting lotion through his hair. "What I'm going to do now is roll your hair up on these plastic rollers in a certain pattern, and then after it is dry I can brush and comb it into a lovely style. Your hair is nearly all one length, and to really do good it should be layered, but I will save that until it is longer. When Allyson is ready for you to make your debut I will cut it in layers and give you the perm in the salon that Allyson promised you. It will really look terrific then. For now we will just have to be satisfied with a variation of the bob. Or maybe I could put it up, this is an important occasion and Allyson does want you dressed up, so maybe an updo will be better."

All the time that Suzanne was chattering away she was also rolling Conrad's hair up on the plastic rollers, and fastening them in place with little shiny metal clips. She started at the front placing a row of medium size gold magnetic rollers going back alng the top center of his head. Suzanne then switched to gray colored rollers placing three horizontalrows along each side and around the back of his head. These rollers brought her to a level with the top of his ears, here she switched to pink rollers placing one horizontally in front of each ear and rolling the rest of his hair in the back with the same pink rollers. Suzanne completed the set with a small yellow roller placed vertically in front of each ear. This being Conrad's first experience of having his hair set he was fascinated at how the rollers in his hair changed his appearance. He at first was apprehensive but as more and more rollers were placed he began to be pleased as Suzanne parted off each section of hair and wrapped it around the roller. He began to think the presence of the rollers framing his face made him pretty. Conrad was pleased and shamed by the thought of being pleased. He shouldn't be liking this but could not seem to keep himself from enjoying the thought of being pretty. Somehow the fastening of each roller with the shiny clips seemed to increase his excitement.Suzanne placed a large net over the rollers and led Conrad to a chair under a hair dryer with a large pink hood. Placing the hood in position and starting the dryer Suzanne then swung a small video screen in front of him and he began to watch the familiar video. As intended Conrad was soon engrossed in the video. This version had been updated to reflect Conrad's current condition and to accelerate his desire to accept more changes.

"The classic female form exhibits smoothly fleshed and well rounded hips and buttocks. Imagine having such lovely hips and a well rounded rear, visualize the smooth fit of delicate lace panties, the caress of a fitted skirt when you have obtained this wonderful shape. Large feminine breasts are important to complete the female image. Imagine large lovely breasts spilling over your bra cups, swelling with each breath. What a lovely sight you will be! Ask Madame to help you obtain this ideal figure by requesting the female hormones you need."

"Ask for the strongest possible doses today!"

"A small waist is the perfect compliment to the lovely hips you want so much to have. A small waist is easy to obtain by wearing the proper foundation garments. You love how you look when tightly laced into your wonderful corset. The tight caress of your corset brings you a wonderful feeling of happiness. You want to be laced ever more tightly each day. The tighter the lacing the more beautiful your waist will be."

"Ask to laced as tightly as possible today."

Most important of all is the female genitalia, no ugly and uncomfortable protuberances to mar the vision. The smooth frontal appearance allows the proper fit of delicate sheer panties. You are so happy Madame has removed your ugly testicles. They can no longer furnish those horrible male hormones that made you behave so badly. Now you can be pretty and not be concerned about them ruining your pretty panties with that horrid sticky fluid. When your ugly penis has been removed you won't be embarrassed by the ugly lump in your pretty panties. Tell madame you want your penis removed as soon as possible. You must ask her to make you a complete female if you are to obtain the ultimate in feminine beauty and pleasure."

"Ask to have your penis removed now, you cannot wait to be a complete woman"

The crowning glory of the female is her lovely hair, curled and styled properly it is a source of constant joy. It is so much fun to have your hair set and styled. When you have your hair set you will become very aroused, and receive orgasmic pleasure when your style is finished. To have the most beautiful hair you must have a permanent wave. The greatest joy for you will be to have your hair permed at the salon in front of Allyson and the women you have so despicably used. When your hair is permed you will have the greatest orgasm you have ever had. Ask to have your hair set daily. Ask Allyson to take you to the salon for a perm, you will be anxiously desiring for her to do so."

"Ask Allyson to have your hair permed at the salon so all the ladies you have known can share in this wonderful experience with you."

"Ask for the strongest possible doses today!"

"Ask to laced as tightly as possible today."

"Ask to have your penis removed now, you cannot wait to be a complete woman"

"Ask Allyson to have your hair permed at the salon so all the ladies you have known can share in this wonderful experience with you."

While Conrad was so deeply engrossed in the video, Suzanne had redone his artificial nails, filling in where needed and re-applying the glossy wet look polish. When Suzanne heard the video signal its end, she turned the hair dryer off and raised the hood telling Conrad ---------

"Your hair should be dry now Connie, lets get back to the styling chair for your comb out."

Conrad was strangely pleased to see himself again with all of the rollers in his hair. As Suzanne began taking out the clips and rollers he found himself getting even more excited in a sexual way, and for some strange reason seemed to regret the removal of each roller, as if he wanted to keep his hair in curlers! He was surprised at his feelings, and thought for a moment that he should not be enjoying such feelings over what was being done to him. He knew in the back of his mind that all of this was in way of revenge and was planned to humiliate him. However Suzanne's total acceptance of him in this condition and the pleasant feelings he was experiencing soon overcame his doubt and he let himself flow with the feelings to enjoy what was becoming a very pleasant experience. Suzanne finished removing the clips and rollers and then laid the chair back and began to apply makeup to Conrad.

"Your skin has healed from the electrolysis so today I am going to give you the works. I'm explaining what I am doing so you can get an idea of the right procedure, tomorrow I will start teaching you how to do your own makeup. First I use a good moisturizer to make a good surface for the makeup base, I am using a liquid base as this is the way to achieve the lightest and smoothest base. Always remember Connie, makeup when properly done, will look like you are not wearing any. Next I am applying a pale lavender shadow to your eyelids, this is very important you don't want it to look like lavender paint, just a hint of color while creating a shadow on your lids. Next you carefully blend the shadow up an toward the outer edge of your eyebrows, getting it lighter and lighter until the color is almost undetectable near the brow. Later I'm sure Allyson will want you to have permanent eye liner, but for now I will use the regular type. For your complexion and the color scheme Allyson has selected for you I will use a light lavender tinted brown. This will still define your eyes without looking harsh. The mascara is also nearly the same color, but with a hint more lavender."

Conrad had closed his eyes when Suzanne directed him to and was just relaxing as she continued the makeup procedure. It was really quite pleasant having someone fuss over you like this, the intimate touch of gentle hands was very comforting. Conrad had never experienced the touching, holding and closeness that is usually associated with two young people in love. He knew that he had always rushed through each relationship, and when he was certain the woman was not capable of anything different sexually than he had already gotten from her, he quickly dropped her and moved on to the next conquest.

"For you, blush should be very delicately applied, we want just a hint of a healthy glow in the cheeks."

Being treated so nicely by Suzanne, who he had fully intended to treat the same despicable way, was actually causing him to have feelings of remorse over his former behavior. Or perhaps it was just his sorrow at being caught.

"Lipstick will always be this shade of pink with just a hint of lavender, unless Allyson decides to change your color scheme. She probably won't though lavender is so feminine and really compliments your blonde hair."

Conrad knew he was definitely sorry for being caught, the measures his wife had instituted in retaliation were extreme to say the least. Although the memory of his castration was horrible, now that a few days had passed he did not feel as badly about no longer having his testicles. The more he thought about it the less it seemed to him that he missed having them. He had to admit that he felt much more relaxed than he could ever remember feeling. Relaxed as if he was not being driven to some unknown goal, yet today he had noticed that he also felt very upbeat, maybe euphoric.

"There, now that your face is done let's sit you back up, and do your hair. Betty, what is Connie going to wear this evening?

"This low cut fitted lavender gown." Betty said holding the dress up for Suzanne to see.

"Ooooh very elegant, I think that gown calls for an updo Connie. I think that the regal look will be perfect."

Suzanne brushed through Conrad's hair vigorously until it appeared that she had brushed all of the curl out. Then she carefully gathered the hair in the back of his head and began twisting it tightly to his head creating what she called a french twist. She was pulling the hair so tightly it was definitely uncomfortable, and down at the nape of his neck actually quite painful! She inserted a number of blond hair pins to hold it in place and then sprayed it thoroughly with hair spray. Even the hair spray smells like violets Conrad thought. Either the hair she had twisted into the french twist as she had called it was loosening or Conrad was becoming accustomed to the pull. The only place it was still painful was down on his lower neck and that seemed to be lessening also. Conrad watched in fascination as Suzanne combed his hair back toward his head in short rapid strokes. She appeared to creating an huge blonde ball!

"This is called teasing or back combing Connie, don't worry it won't look like this when I am finished."

Soon she began to do something different, starting at the back of his head. What she was doing he could not see because she was working behind that big blonde cloud. Excitement seemed to be building in Conrad, he had been enjoying being pampered, but now he was actually impatient to see how he was going to look. Conrad was puzzled at feeling this way but was not going to question his feelings now! He was actually beginning to ooze in his pretty panties.

At last Suzanne completed her work. Conrad was astounded, she had created a mass of well defined curls, shaped and pinned to create a rounded ball of curls several inches above his head. A small tight curl dangled in front of each ear and the placement of the curls around his face served as a golden frame to his exquisite makeup. Suzanne gave Conrad a large hand mirror to hold and slowly rotated the styling chair so he could see all sides of his new coiffure. The curls blended perfectly into the french twist and the effect of the tall bubble of curls and the tight twist gave an appearance of a long slim and very feminine neck. Conrad was so excited he almost could not breathe! He was racked with an explosive shudder,it seemed that his whole being was flowing from his throbbing nipples down and out of his body somewhere below his limp penis. Suzanne gently held his hands as he stared at his reflection, caught in the throes of a massive climax! ------------------------------ Finally Conrad began to recover and was terribly embarrassed to have been seen responding in such a manner to his beautiful appearance by these women.

"I, I, don't know whaaa---"

"Its okay Connie, I understand. Don't be embarrassed honey, you couldn't help it. It is wonderful that you could respond like that. You and I are going to have a lot of fun now, I am going to love doing your hair. You express your appreciation so sweetly."

Still shaken and humiliated to no end, Conrad was cleaned by Betty who replaced his soaked Kotex. Soon he was encased in the lovely lavender gown. The skirt was fitted to the knees where it was very narrow, A slit from the knees to the hem on both sides allowed movement of his feet, but only with the daintiest, mincing gait. The low cut bodice revealed the swell of his full breasts that jiggled with every movement. Suzanne removed the studs from his ears and inserted some dangling earrings that he could not see, then she placed a gold chain with the symbol again only this one was like Carlene had been wearing. It was just the right length for the symbol to lay just above the valley formed by his breasts. Suddenly he understood why Carlene's symbol had been different than his, Carlene had been castrated the same way he had. The missing arrowhead symbolized his missing testicles!

"Now it is time for your grand appearance." Nancy announced opening the door to the hall.

Conrad was astounded at the appearance he made. The glimpse he had seen in the full length mirror as they hurried him to the hall revealed a very attractive blonde woman. A gorgeous gown, perfect makeup, an artfully arranged head full of shining blonde curls gave not the slightest hint of his former appearance. That gorgeous creature is me, he thought. Confusion about himself was wreaking havoc on Conrad's thinking process, as he concentrated on walking in the hobble skirted dress. Only the smallest, dainty steps could be completed with that restriction. The mincing steps taken in the high heels gave Conrad a feeling of prissiness as he learned new ways of moving his hips and arms to walk. He was becoming flustered by the jiggling of his breasts that threatened to spill out of the low cut neckline. He could not walk carefully enough to prevent their movement. He could not seem to overcome the feeling of girlishness he had started to notice when he was being dressed. The glimpse of himself in the mirror had seemed to confirm the rising feeling. I am a girl now! Well not really, but I am certainly not a man anymore. With these bouncing breasts, ssssssssssssh it feels good when they slide against the dress, I can't think of myself as being anything but girlish. I know that this is what Allyson and Madame want, but ooooooh, how can I resist these little charges coming from my breasts. I can't even describe this feeling, they itch, feel irritated, and seem to glow all at the same time! Yet it feels incredibly good.

"Ah here is the new Connie!" Madame said as they entered the dining room.

Everyone was already seated and the huge table was full, all places had been filled save one since his last time here. I can't remember how long it has been since I was here. I wonder how long they kept me drugged up? There is the boy, no I guess girl is the right word now, that was sobbing so much that day. Boy she looks great. I see three more poor unfortunates though, sitting there staring off into nowhere, their arms bound under the breasts they don't yet know they have. Madame has turned our home into a girl factory! I wonder how many women have enough money to pay for this. Whew that took a little doing, I wasn't sure I was going to get into the chair for a moment. I hope I wasn't too clumsy Madame will have me back in those classes again, learning how to walk and sit.

"How lovely you are tonight Connie. I have not seen you since your operation, but you will never know just how much I enjoyed watching it." Allyson said, leaning over and kissing Conrad on the cheek.

"Thank you Allyson. May I say you are beautiful as always." Conrad replied sweetly.

Conrad realized he meant every word as he said them. Even after all that Allyson had done to him, he was still captivated by her beauty. He felt shamed by the outcome of her plans to humiliate him, yet he could find no animosity toward her in him. Now her mother, "Madame" that was another story, and yet even as he had that thought he found that he was not as mad now as he had been at first.

"Connie you really have developed some nice cleavage since I saw you last." Allyson purred.

Conrad knew she was deliberately saying that to humiliate him and started to answer angrily, but found himself saying something entirely different than he was thinking.

"Yes, they are very nice, but certainly nowhere near as nice as your lovely breasts Dear. Do you think I could ever have breasts as large and lovely as yours?" Conrad replied, stunned at the words that came out of his mouth. Why did I say that?

"Of course you can Connie, why don't you ask mother? I'm sure she will be happy to tell the Doctor to make sure you get the right treatments to grow larger breasts." Allyson told Conrad.

Doing what Allyson told him to do was the farthest thing from what Conrad wanted to do, and yet he opened his mouth and blurted out-----

"Madame, would you please make my breasts as large and lovely as Allyson's?"

"Well how nice of you to ask Connie. I will have the Doctor do everything to make sure they continue to grow. Just tell me when you think they are large enough." Madame said knowing full well that Conrad would never be able to tell her to stop the growth. She had already planted the desire in his subconscious to want large breasts and the larger they grew the more he would desire more growth. She would not turn off this desire and the growth until Allyson insisted. If there was anything in the world Madame enjoyed more than castrating a man it was giving him large breasts to contend with every minute for the rest of his life.

Conrad lapsed into silence as the meal began. He was hoping he could avoid saying anything else strange. He had started to say several things tonight and something completely different had come out of his mouth. But this was not to be as Madame took up the conversation.

"Well Connie, you look very nice. Certainly an improvement over your previous appearance. Your figure seems to be developing nicely too." Madame prompted.

"Thank You Madame, my figure has improved, but I need the strongest doses of female hormones to obtain the best appearance. Will you give them to me?" Conrad said to his amazement.

His words had betrayed him again! He had not planned to say anything! It was if there was a recording somewhere inside him that said these things. He new he was trapped and since he had been castrated and given these breasts it was obvious he could never be a man again. But he had no intention of encouraging these women! I don't want them to do anything more to me! But I have lost control over my speech. I am compelled to say these stupid things by some strange power over me. I don't want more hormones, and yet something in me wants to have a lovely female figure! I don't want any of this, and yet when I see what they have done I am pleased and excited over looking this way. Could my brain have been castrated too?

"Of course Connie, I will have the Doctor start you on them tomorrow. I really prefer girls with shapely figures, I just know you will love having all that soft woman flesh." Madame replied with a large smile.

The dinner proceeded with out Conrad saying anything else to get him in deeper and he thought he might get back to his room safely when Allyson said -----

"I haven't had the opportunity to spend much time with you Connie, so I want you to come to my room for awhile this evening. I have missed not having your attention."

"Yes of course dear, whatever you wish."

"Good, the girls will help you change into something more comfortable after dinner and will bring you up later."

Thankfully Conrad was not led into saying anything strange again and the meal ended without him having to trap himself into anything else. Conrad was escorted back to his room, and he was helped to disrobe. The lovely gown was carefully removed and put away along with the matching pumps that were replaced with the open toed back-less high heeled slippers. His hose and corset were removed allowing his breasts to swing free as he walked to the vanity after putting on a lavender nylon tricot robe. Suzanne, who had been waiting, removed all of Conrad's makeup to his disappointment, and applied a light moisturizing cream. His earrings were also removed which surprised Conrad since he had never been without them since his ears had been pierced. Suzanne removed all of the pins holding the curls in place on the sides of his head and then placed a satin wrap around his head. It covered part of his forehead and the front and the sides,of his tall hair, and fastened at the nape of his neck. The top of his tall curls were left uncovered. Conrad was disappointed to see his beautiful curls and makeup destroyed so soon and began to wonder why these things were being done to him. Then he was led to the bath where he was given an enema and allowed considerable time to be sure everything had been expelled. Conrad was then bent over a stool and a realistic looking artificial phallus was produced by Betty and greased up. Betty carefully applied pressure to his sphincter with the imitation penis and slowly pushed it in. The thing had looked huge to Conrad and now he was gasping for breath as it slid in. He was sure he must be being torn apart by this horrible intrusion. Betty inserted it to the hilt and then fastened a belt around his waist with straps that went under his crotch and fastened to the belt in front. The penis was held securely in place by the straps that passed through a ring on each side of the base. Standing up slowly to accommodate the presence within him Conrad was turned around and Nancy placed what looked like a condom over his limp penis. It had a tube running from the end of it to a small bag, not unlike the urine bag he had worn previously, this one strapped to his inner thigh just above the knee. the heavy walled condom attached to the two straps from the belt that passed under his groin. He had thought that Allyson really did want to visit and talk with him but now he was frightened that this whole thing was just some new punishment to be imposed on him. He was required to brush his teeth and gargle with a mouthwash before being allowed to don the robe again. His slippers were exchanged for a pair of 4" heeled lavender pumps with an ankle strap before they left his room to ride the elevator to Allyson's room. The room Conrad and Allyson had formerly shared as the master bedroom.

No matter what Conrad tried, there was no way to walk in these heels without causing his un-fettered breasts to swing and bounce with each step. He held the top of the robe tightly, to keep them from bouncing out of the robe that only lapped over in the front and secured with a belt at the waist. Each swing and bounce added to his growing humiliation, a penis up his butt, his penis crammed in a tight latex sleeve, big breasts he could not control, he felt as if his face was on fire as the shame built at his condition. Oh how could she be so cruel! Finally they reached the elevator and he could stand still and have a measure of control over these breasts that seemed to have mind of their own as to which direction they were going to swing or bounce. Another thought was bothering Conrad now, perhaps even more than his humiliating condition. Every swing and bounce of his breasts had brought pleasant sensations as they rubbed against the nylon tricot robe. Sensations he liked! That could not be, he hated what they were doing to him. How could he like the pleasure resulting from one of their most obvious deeds. thankfully the door to the master bedroom was right across the hall from the elevator, sparing Conrad another long breast swinging walk.

The master bedroom like the rest of the house had undergone some drastic redecoration. Before it had been neutral in gender influence, but was now filled with ruffles, flounces, and frills all in shades of pastel and light pink including a pale pink carpet. the room was very large and had a sitting area as large as the living room in many homes. Conrad was led to this area where he saw a new and unfamiliar addition to the furnishings. There was what resembled an elevated curved lounge chair, but there was no place for a leg rest. This chair was mounted on a metal foundation with rails extending from the front to a large padded, rounded top box. It looked strangely like some sort of footstool, but appeared to be too narrow from front to back to provide much support. Betty and Nancy had stopped near the padded box and that is when Conrad also noticed there was a padded opening in the top. While Betty stood by him, Nancy pressed a button on a control panel on the right arm on the chair. Both sides of the box/stool swung outward revealing a padded floor. Betty led Conrad to the open box and told him to kneel on the pad.

"I don't like the look of this, are you going to close me up in that box? Conrad protested in alarm.

"Yes we are." Nancy said grabbing his other arm and with Betty forcing him to kneel on the pad. They immediately forced his arms forward and locked his wrists into padded cuffs at the front of the box.

"Please, I don't like this, please let me go.!"

"I'm afraid that just won't be possible Connie, although you are progressing quite well there are a number of areas in which you need training. Tonight I will begin to teach you one of the most important parts about your new life."

Conrad turned his head toward Allyson's voice and was astounded at her appearance! She was wearing a black leather bustier' that reached from her lovely swelling hips to the bottom of her lush breasts, leaving them free to move gloriously with each step she made in her tight black boots with the extremely high heels. Conrad had never seen his wife dressed this way, she was so beautifully powerful!

"You have failed miserably as a male lover, so now you must learn to be a female lover. Finish hooking her up Betty."

With that Betty hooked some small clips on each of his nipples that were connected to thin insulated wires. The clips were not tight and did not hurt but he was aware of them. Betty then connected some more insulated wires to the penis shaped plug that was filling his anal canal so completely.

"Please Allyson, please let me go!" Conrad begged with a trembling voice.

Conrad was very frightened now as he had no idea what was planned but knew it would probably be painful and was certainly already humiliating. Allyson pressed a button on the arm of the chair and the sides of the box closed around Conrad, leaving only his head exposed through the padded opening in the top. The opening was large enough as to not cause any discomfort to his neck, but being locked in the box gave Conrad a very deep feeling of vulnerability. Secured as he was he was at the mercy of Allyson, and recent events had shown a decided lack of mercy on her part. Allyson pressed another button on the arm of the chair and the box glided smoothly on the rails toward the chair. Allyson stopped the box before it reached the chair and then seated herself in the chair. Pressing the button once more she brought the box closer and then placed her legs on the box as if it were a footstool. That action placed her unclothed vagina directly in Conrad's line of sight. Even before Allyson began to speak he realized what was going to happen.

"You have always refused to provide the most pleasurable form of sex to any of your female partners. You said that such a thing was degrading to a real male. Well that should not be a problem any longer since you are no longer a real male, in fact not a male at all. Now you are going to be trained how to bring real pleasure to a female. If you learn well you may find pleasure also, if you do not learn and become adept at meeting my instructions you will suffer considerable discomfort. Similar to the discomfort you imposed on females when you had but one goal in life. To stick your pitiful penis in them for your pleasure only!"

Allyson brought the box closer until Conrad's face was only an inch away from her womanhood, even with Conrad leaning his head back as far as the opening around his neck would allow. Waves of humiliation swept over Conrad as he was forced into a position of subservience to the very essence of womanhood. Tears of shame flowed freely down his cheeks as he waited for the inevitable humiliation that was even being watched by the other two women. A mild electric jolt surged through his nipples into the plug in his butt shocking him to attention.

"That is the mildest setting Conrad, you best pay attention or I will show you how unpleasant this can be! Start following my instructions now! ------- Gently and softly kiss my inner thigh. ---- Yes that is right. Now lean forward and gently let your breathe flow over my lips. ----Very good --- Now very gently use your tongue to caress my lips from bottom to top. Ahhhh that is correct, yes keep it up ---just like that. Now insert your tongue and lick the same way---" Allyson instructed as she moved the box the last inch closer.

Conrad leaned heavily on the two women as they helped him back to his room. It wasn't just physical exhaustion, although his legs were rubbery, it was total mental and emotional capitulation. Allyson and Madame had won. He knew that no matter what else happened in the future, this was the day Allyson had changed him into what she had planned. It did not matter what he was like before, he was now a woman. A woman that loved women, that wanted only to bring pleasure to women in that special woman to woman way. Allyson had guided him through every step and then used the devices connected to his breasts and in him to bring him to orgasm with her time and time again. He had never dreamed anything could be so good and last so long. Even now when he could barely stand he wanted to be back on his knees being consumed by Allyson.

For Conrad now life became a never ending series of being poked, prodded, and paraded. Every day brought exercise, dance, practice in walking and sitting, hand and body movement, clothing selection, and makeup and hairstyling classes. The makeup lessons had become much easier since he had been given permanent eyeliner, blush, and lipcolor. Daily sessions in front of the video screen and weekly examinations and injections from the Doctor.

His life had descended into a mind numbing blur of new things to learn and do. Broken only by frequent trips back to serve Allyson as she trained him in her special desires. Through it all he was vaguely aware that he was gaining a well rounded rear and that his hips and thighs were taking on some very interesting contours. He was of course acutely conscious that his breasts had continued to grow and now had reached a D cup. The constant wearing of corsets and the exercises and diet had whittled his waist to a 19" measurement even without the corset. Strangely enough, although Conrad no longer thought of it as being strange, he had come to love his breasts and small waist. As he and Suzanne worked together trying new makeup and styles he continued to experience the same excitement and thrilling feelings. Each time she set his hair on rollers and finished the style he would reach a climax. Certainly different from any he had ever known before. These climaxes he received now seemed to involve his whole body and were much more satisfying mentally, always leaving him with a warm glow and a feeling of well being for some time afterward.

All of this had come as a pleasant surprise to Conrad, he thought that after he had been castrated that he would never have any sexual feelings again. He looked forward to each time Suzanne would set his hair, so much so he had begun to try to talk her into doing it every day but instead she began to teach him how to set is own hair. Suzanne did of course set it for him at least every other day because he was still learning. However on the days he was required to do it himself he was required to style his hair in different ways for dinner each evening.

In the beginning it had taken a long time to accomplish anything with his clumsy efforts, but Suzanne made him keep at it until some days he could no longer hold his arms up as he tried the unfamiliar movements required to roll your own hair while looking in a mirror. But as time passed he became reasonably adept at styling his own hair and applying makeup.

The routine of his daily life had caused him to lose track of time, and somewhere during these months his desire to escape had been forgotten as he each day came to love his new body more and more. Even the vast size of his breasts was no longer daunting to him and he had begun to glory in their beauty spending many moments cradling them in his hands and modeling them before the mirror.

The added flesh that had rounded his hips and butt was very pleasant to see and Conrad was happy with both the feel and the appearance of his smooth flesh.

One evening at dinner, Allyson who only made rare appearances anymore, and had not brought him to her room lately, much to his disappointment, advised Conrad of some new developments-------

"Tomorrow we have a special Doctor coming to see you Connie."

"What for,--- what kind of special?" Conrad asked apprehensively.

"Oh don't worry, she is a voice Doctor and is going to do some minor surgery on your vocal chords. Your voice is no longer appropriate for your new body. She will give you a higher pitched voice to match your new appearance. I am sure you will be delighted with the results."

That evening just before bed time Nancy gave him a different pill and told him it was to help him sleep since he seemed nervous. Conrad awoke in a hospital type bed sweating and shivering. His throat hurt a little but the major problem was that he felt like someone had shoved a log up his penis! Well that is a strange description, but it felt like his penis was being shoved back into his groin and he had this feeling of being stuffed full down there. There was a dull pounding pain like a mashed finger right at the same area. He was strapped to the bed with restraints and his jaw was being held closed with some sort of wrapping. He was absolutely immobile and unable to summon help. Turning his head was still possible and he caught sight of Nancy at the side of the bed. He was able to get her attention by wiggling his fingers frantically. Nancy released his right hand and held a tablet for him to write on.

"Why am I hurting so bad down there? It feels like my penis is being crushed up inside me! Get me something for the pain, Quick!!" Conrad wrote rapidly.

Nancy nodded and left his range of sight for a moment. When she came back she injected something from a syringe into the IV going into his arm. Soon everything turned a hazy warm pink and Conrad was floating into sleep, no pain, no cares about why he was hurting. Conrad roused again and found Nancy and Betty standing by the bed.

"Well you are back with us, good it is time to get up and go for a walk." Nancy said.

Conrad still could not open his mouth because of the wrapping, but he shook his head no vigorously.

"Oh yes, Doctors orders, you can't just lay around Connie you have to get up and move. We will help you."

Conrad realized he was no longer restrained, but the IV was still in his left arm. His throat was still quite sore, but the pain he had felt in his groin was much less now, just a steady dull throb. Suddenly he thought of why he could be hurting down there! He pointed to his groin and made a questioning expression.

"Yes the Doctor finished her work down there, you are one of us now." Betty replied grinning broadly.

Conrad was sure that was why he had hurt so bad even before Betty confirmed it. Even though no one had said they were going to do it he had really known all along that Madame would not stop before he was a complete woman. Indeed he was sure Allyson had required her to make him into a complete woman. She had said he was going to become one. After the first few days were past and the pain had lessened a great deal he had actually started to wonder what it would look and feel like. The hormones, and the brainwashing tapes had done their work well, for during the last few weeks before Allyson had told him about having his voice changed, Conrad had been wondering what it would be like to be a complete woman. He had even found himself fantasizing having his own sweet womanhood. After all he had always had a great interest in that area of a woman's anatomy. Many times when he had stood gazing at his shapely new body and fondling his great breasts he had thought how silly his penis looked just hanging there limp. The thought came to him that; I am not Conrad any longer! I am really a woman now. While the realization was shocking it was in no way unpleasant. I have rally been wanting this! I just could not admit it to my self. Ooh, I do hope my new pussy will be as much fun as these wonderful breasts. Connie, yes Connie was how she thought of herself now, was not allowed to look when the bandages were changed, or when the plug that had been placed in her new vagina was rotated to prevent the skin growing to it. The first time the Doctor did that little chore she thought she would surely die from the horrible pain, and had screamed silently through her closed mouth. Her jaw had not been freed for a week to keep her from trying to use her voice, it being necessary for the vocal chords to heal. Later when the plug had been removed and she had been douched four times a day she had been totally humiliated by what was happening. The girls would take turns stroking the plug in and out and rotating it in her between douches. She had soon become accustomed to the plug and really felt nothing when they did it as everything down there seemed to be mostly numb. Finally after three weeks of recuperation her regular schedule was resumed only she was not allowed to look at her newly rearranged plumbing. Nancy told her she had to wait until it had completely healed. Perhaps the most shocking thing to Connie was her new voice. At first she had a husky hoarseness, but as that cleared up more each day her voice continued to rise to a clear soprano.

The daily routine continued as before but now Connie was being allowed to exercise more each day. She practiced all of the skills she had been taught. Walking, sitting and rising properly, and at least an hour each day of the ballet movements. Each day Connie found herself growing stronger and infinitely more graceful. She also noticed she seemed to giggle a lot and wanted to talk more with the girls as each day went by. The only problem was not being able to see or touch her new womanhood. the desire to touch having risen in proportion to the amount of feeling that was returning to the area. It felt wonderful to not be wearing that giant plug in her new vagina all the time. She only had to wear it for eight hours a day now and the Doctor said that would soon be cut to two hours, after that thing a tampon was scarcely noticeable.

The plug served as a constantly humiliating reminder that she was now all woman. Never again would he as Conrad be able to dominate a woman by thrusting his hardness into her, now Connie was fit only to receive and be dominated.

Allyson had been summoning Connie to her bed room again for more training for several weeks now. Of course Connie was thrilled to be back worshiping her beloved Allyson and looked forward with eagerness to each evening when Allyson would teach her to become more and more skilled in the art of orally gratifying a woman. Being brought to orgasm by that wonderful vibrator in her rear while she pleased Allyson had become an extremely satisfying experience also.

This evening as the girls prepared Connie for another "training" session with Allyson they hurried her to the bathroom where she was given another humiliating enema and douche before being allowed a luxurious bubble bath to begin her preparation. Connie had not been allowed to see her new womanhood since the operation, and her curiosity was almost overwhelming.

Connie's hopes had come true, her newly created vagina was very pretty and looked absolutely natural. After her bath and shampoo Nancy had given her a hand mirror so she could see it all. She was even allowed to touch it and examine it closely. Oh it was so pretty, and it was hers! Tonight something new was added to the preparations. After inserting the penis like vibrator in Connie's rear, (an item Connie had come to love over time) Betty produced another penis shaped device and after lubricating it carefully inserted it in Connie's new vagina!

"What are you doing?" Connie exclaimed.

"Mistress Allyson has instructed me to do this Connie, this is no different than the form you have to wear. Besides this is a vibrator and you may love this one as much as you do the one in back."

Connie blushed at Betty's words, although she knew that they all knew how much she had become addicted to being brought to orgasm by the vibrator in her anal canal.

The first night Connie received no pleasure from the new intruder within her, even the vibrations had no effect other than to remind her that she now could only receive a penis or dildo just like any other woman.

However over a period of several weeks, feeling gradually began to return to what had formerly only been numb, and Connie was beginning to enjoy the presence of the vibrator in her new vagina. Betty and Nancy still rotated and stroked the plug in and out each time they inserted or removed it and this also was beginning to feel rather pleasant.

One Friday evening Betty, Nancy, and Suzanne were preparing Connie for another "training" session but this time the vibrators were not inserted. Connie's hair had not been covered and Suzanne had not removed her makeup or earrings either. Connie was confused by the change in her preparation but was very pleased not to have her lovely curls disturbed. The change was soon forgotten as Connie concentrated on keeping her unfettered breasts under control as they made their way to Allyson.

Connie noticed immediately on arriving in Allyson's suite that the "chair and box" were no longer in the suite and that Betty and Nancy were leaving the room!

"My how lovely you are Connie!" Allyson cooed. "Come sit beside me dear" Allyson said, motioning to the space on the love seat beside her.

Connie walked carefully toward Allyson while grasping her robe tighter in a vain attempt to control the movement of her breasts. As always, Connie was amazed at the beauty of Allyson. If there is such a thing as feminine perfection surely it is Allyson, Connie thought. When Connie was seated, Allyson asked

"How are you feeling now Connie, are you happy?"

Connie had to pause to consider her question, concerned that Allyson may have had some hidden meaning. But after considering her present condition she truthfully could only answer ------

"Yes ----yes I am happy now Allyson. I was very angry with you for a while, but in the last few months I have come to understand that I truly did deserve what you have done to me. In the beginning the humiliation was almost unbearable, and I resented everything that was done to me. I can't really say at what moment my thinking changed but now I am happy with my condition."

"Well that is so nice Connie. I hope you realize all of this was necessary. Of course I could have just thrown you out, but my sense of responsibility required me to make sure you would not abuse and humiliate another woman. I wanted to make sure that your selfish life of conquest and rejection of one woman after another would be finished, and obviously I won't have to worry about you chasing every woman in sight now. Most of your humiliating experiences are over and we should be able to start all over in a new but loving relationship. After all we are still married." Allyson said.

"But ----how ---I------"

"Oh, I understand your confusion, but don't let that worry your pretty head dear. Obviously you won't be playing the role of husband anymore, but now you really are suited to the role of the wife of the rich banker. You see I earn and have all of the money and all you will have to do is be pretty for me. As far as the sexual side of our marriage, I have already taught you one way that you can satisfy me and tonight I will complete your education. By morning you will be my perfect little airhead housewife. Your only concern will be to have your hair and makeup perfect at all times, and be dressed in the latest of fashion for our many social occasions."

Ooooh, Connie thought, to have perfect hair and makeup and wear these lovely clothes always. What could possibly be better? Ooooh Allyson is kissing me --it -- I-- feel--- wow what a rush she is forcing me back as she kisses me ! Oh now her hand is on my breasts, mmmmm I like this!

"Connie why don't we go to the bed now and I can finish training you to be my perfect mate."

"OoooH Yes please"

As she lay half asleep, Connie realized she was still in Allyson's bed cuddled in her arms, their breasts nestled together. It took a moment or two for Connie to remember why she was here. Waves of pleasure rolled over her as she recalled the events of last evening. Allyson had been magnificent. She had kissed and touched me in all those wonderfully erotic places until I had felt as if I was going crazy with desire. Then she turned into the sixty nine position and placed her wonderfully sweet womanhood over my face to my utter delight ---- and then--- she touched me with her tongue! OOOh it was heaven as we loved each other in that most feminine way. Sex had never been like this before! Oh I am getting wet just thinking about it.

"MMMMM, how is my perfect mate this morning" Allyson whispered as she roused.

"I uh --- think that is it. I feel just perfect." I stuttered, bringing myself back from the deep remembrance of last evening. I was startled by her voice and my hardening nipples when her breasts moved softly against mine. As Allyson bestowed a deep kiss on my lips my memories of last night flooded back.

Yes, perfect it is, after we brought each other to shuddering climaxes many times orally, Allyson went to her bath room and returned wearing a strap on penis! My eyes must have registered fear or shock as I saw it, as she said ------

"Nothing to be afraid of Connie, this is just like the one you used to try to stick in every woman you could. In fact I have been very considerate of you by having it made just a little smaller than the one you used to have. Now it is time for you learn just what it feels like to be a woman. I have spared no expense to have you made over beautifully, but you can't really be a woman until you have experienced the domination of laying on your back while someone repeatedly pushes their penis in and out of you while you passively accept that domination. Tonight you get to experience what every woman you have ever had intercourse with has experienced. I know you have come to love being pampered and feminized, with your big breasts and lovely hair. But that is what I intended for you all along. Now you must take a further step along the journey I have planned for you. There is still more humiliation and pain in your future."

Allyson had lubricated her false penis and then told me to raise my knees up to my shoulders. Even as my eyes burned with the tears of humiliation and shame Allyson seemed to be even more beautiful. Her eyes shone brightly and there seemed to be a glow about her as she proceeded with her plan of punishment for my infidelity. I know my face must have been getting flushed as I remembered what had happened. At first there was just shame and a little pain as she slowly forced her way into me. Shame at having to be the passive receptor of that symbol of what I used to be. But then as her magnificent breasts were swaying near my face with each stroke she made, something wonderful began to happen. Slowly at first but growing stronger with each stroke was the desire for her to push harder,--- and deeper,---and faster. The relocated nerve ends were learning their new role and causing intense waves of desire to flood my innermost being. As I gazed into the eyes of my lovely ravisher her expression of triumph sent me soaring into levels of pleasure I had never before reached. I can only remember crying in total surrender --- More, More, Oh pleeeease before I fell blissfully into unconsciousness.

"Well my little sleepy head wife, we must be getting up and about our days business. You need to get up and get ready for a special day." Allyson said as she reached for the buzzer beside her bed.

In just a moment Betty and Nancy were in Allyson's room waiting to escort me out. Allyson placed a very tender kiss on my lips and said ----

" Go and get ready sweety, I will see you in a little while."

Betty and Nancy were totally frustrating since they would not answer any of the flurry of the typically girlish questions Connie had about why they were rushing her to get ready for a trip. (Connie had not been outside the mansion since her last attempt many months ago to escape that had resulted in her castration.) The thought of going out into the world again, this time as a beautiful woman was strangely exciting.

Instead they only hurried her to the bathroom where she was given another humiliating enema and douche before being allowed a quick shower and shampoo to begin her preparation. Connie had been enveloped in a pleasant glow of joy since awakening this morning. Each memory of her session with Allyson last night brought fresh waves of desire coursing through her. As the women cinched up her lovely new corset with the larger half bra cups. Connie was again thrilled to see the voluptuous creamy mounds swelling over the cups. If men only knew how great it felt to have such lovely breasts they would all want them, she thought! Dressed only in the lovely violet corset, violet panties lavished with lace and with the now ever present Maxi with wings sanitary napkin, violet hose and heels she was wrapped in a matching nylon tricot robe and led to the salon room where Suzanne waited to work her magic on her hair and face. The thought of how nice her newly completed body looks and the anticipation of Suzanne setting her hair was sending thrills through her even before she was seated.

"You are going to have a very special experience today, and I am going to fix your hair for a Spring time outing, a special do for going out. What do you think Connie?" Suzanne asked.

"Oh yes! Connie eagerly replied.

Connie's hair was much longer now, due in part to the length of time she had been undergoing her transformation, but even more due to the influence of the female hormones, and the excellent care Suzanne had been providing. Suzanne began to set her hair on the plastic rollers much to Connie's delight. This morning she was using the smaller grey rollers and more of them. Connie was extremely happy to have Suzanne setting her hair and was very interested in what the outcome of the smaller rollers would be. Soon Suzanne had placed all of the rollers in a new and very different pattern. All of the rollers in the back had been placed vertically with the hair rolled toward the back. Connie's excitement was building as she was trying to see all sides of her roller set, oh how she wished her breasts were not covered, they were tingling so much she wanted to grab her nipples and caress them. She was utterly fascinated by the sight of her hair set and was reveling in the pleasure when Suzanne said -----

"I know you love to see your hair set, but that will have to do for now. You need to get under the dryer so we can be finished in time."

While Connie's hair was drying Suzanne redid her now long nails with a new color with just the palest tone of lavender. During the months of her transformation Suzanne had removed the artificial nails and had cultivated Connie's own nails with special compounds and polishes beautifully. She also applied two coats of clear sealer which gave them a brilliant shine and made the color look especially good. Connie was quite pleased just to sit quietly under the dryer, thrilled by the knowledge that her hair was all rolled up in curlers. Watching Suzanne do her nails only added to the excitement. The brilliant shine really thrilled her and she was very happy with how pretty her nails were. It seemed to be just a short time and Suzanne was lifting the dryer hood and telling Connie to return to the styling chair. Connie was always torn between wanting Suzanne to complete her style, and having her hair up in curlers. It was so thrilling to have her hair all rolled up. Once Suzanne had set her hair in the morning and left it in the rollers all day to dry naturally. Connie was absolutely delighted! She was on the edge all day, her nipples tingled and pulsed and even though she still had her penis at that time it had drooled continuously in her napkin. When Suzanne finally took her hair down that day Connie had such an intense climax she had actually fainted!

Suzanne left Connie's hair rolled up to Connie's delight and began doing her face.

"I think we need a special look for this morning so I will do your makeup for you. You could probably do it yourself, you have become quite adept in the last few months. You have really learned fast. You know Connie, in the beginning I was happy to be doing your hair in a feminine manner because I was being hateful and thought what Allyson was doing to you was a fitting punishment for your terrible behavior. But you have changed so much and are so appreciative of everything I do for you, well I just like to do it now because you have become a person I like very much."

"Oh Suzanne, it is so nice to hear you say that. At first I was so humiliated to have you doing those things to me. I was so ashamed to face you after having treated you and Allyson so badly. But I love you Suzanne for being so understanding and kind to me in the terrible experiences I have undergone. I know that I deserved everything that has been done to me and I only hope that I am becoming someone that people will want to love. I realize that Madame and Allyson will surely humiliate me further, but I can no longer be angry with them. Although I have been terribly humiliated by this experience, I have begun to accept my fate and really find my present condition to be quite pleasant."

Connie was not at all disappointed with Suzanne's artistry as she skillfully applied the cosmetics. This morning she had given Connie a very natural look. Connie's face was beautiful but none of the colors cried out to be seen, just the impression of a beautiful face. Of course the permanent eyeliner, blush, and lip outline contributed to the natural look. I could be getting ready for a picnic Connie thought. I look so young and fresh.

"Mmmmmm", Connie sighed as Suzanne began to remove the clips and rollers. Suzanne smiled at Connie in the mirror to let her know she knew what was happening.

"Just enjoy Connie, I'm going to do you up in curls and you are going to love them. If you are getting excited now, you are going to have a blast today." Suzanne said.

"Oh? Connie asked as she was drawn back from the spiraling excitement caused by Suzanne's ministrations to her hair.

"What is going to happen today?"

"I can't tell you that, but I'm sure Allyson will tell you soon. But if you are feeling as good as the expression on your face shows, today will be the happiest day of your life!"

"Oh Suzanne you must tell me, you can't tease me like that! Why is today going to be such a great day? Tell me, you must!"

"No, you will have to wait for Allyson to tell you. I have already said too much. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

Enjoy?, yes definitely. Relax?, impossible! It is going to be good, as Allyson demonstrated to me last night it is not all numb down there! I am feeling little twitches between my nipples and I guess what I should call my clitoris. Oh my that was good! It felt like my new sex was opening and closing, oh it did it again, oh oooh. Suzanne is pinning shiny blond barrel curls into a high round bubble all over my head, oh my I love this, surely it can't be ---- but it is-- I am starting to feel wet down there. Now she is working in the back, I have perfectly shaped curls framing my face with springy little tendril curls falling in front of my ears, it is so lovely, --- oh hurry Suzanne ----- my new womanhood is throbbing steadily now, ooooh.

"There now you can look at it all." Suzanne said, turning the chair around and handing a large hand mirror to Connie.

OOOOH, it is so pretty! My hair in back falls to my shoulders in long springy barrel curls. Oh this feels so good. Tingling waves of sensations flowed from my engorged nipples to my throbbing, pulsing clit. Aaaaaaah, aaaaaaa, oh it is so good to be a woman. Suzanne smiled as she watched me twitch and tremble through my wonderful female orgasm. OOh, Ooh, ooh ooooh, it seemed it would go on forever, finally Suzanne took the hand mirror from me and kissed me sweetly on the lips.

"Welcome to our world , Connie. I take it you like how I have done your hair. We must hurry now or we will be late for breakfast." Suzanne said sweetly when I finally came back from the languor of the wonderful orgasm.

Nancy quickly pulled my panties down, cleaned me with a moist towel, and replaced my pad. I was surprised to see how wet the first pad was. Obviously Madame had the best Doctors on her staff. So far everything seemed to work perfectly. Suzanne returned with us to my room to "see the finished product" as she said.

Betty produced some straps of lovely lavender satin which she fastened above my knees with tiny silver buckles. These straps effectively limited my stride to about six inches, meaning I would again be forced to walk with a mincing gait. It is difficult to walk this way, but with my feet in my lovely high heels this type of walk causes my breasts to jiggle so deliciously.

A slim nylon tricot half slip was next for me to don, as Nancy pulled from the closet the dress. It was absolutely the most gorgeous creation I had ever seen! A low cut, sleeveless and fitted bodice, a slim knee length skirt, in the most heavenly shade of lavender silk. The low cut front is outlined in scalloped white Battenberg lace.

"Oh, it is so beautiful." I exclaimed in girlish glee.

Betty, Nancy and Suzanne all helped to lower it over my head after I first was seated on the vanity stool Nancy had placed in the middle of the room. Suzanne carefully supervised to make sure it did not touch my lovely hair. As soon as it was safe Suzanne told me to stand and they all pulled and tugged until the dress was correctly placed. The back was zipped and then the skirt was smoothed over my nicely rounded rear.

"Will you stop moving around so much!" Betty exclaimed.

"But I must see it all Betty it is so lovely! --- I am so lovely ----"

"Yes you are indeed." Betty said as she paused from making the minor adjustments to the dress and joined Nancy, Suzanne, and myself as we gazed at the vision of beauty in the mirrored wall. How long we stood there I don't really know. Betty finally brought us all back to reality by saying ------

" I am having a hard time believing it myself, but you are by far the loveliest creation Madame has ever accomplished. however we all have to get ready also, so you must stand there and be as still as possible until we are ready. Whatever you do, do not sit in that dress without smoothing the skirt tightly under as you will wrinkle the smoothness of the silk."

I had been so engrossed in myself I had not even noticed that Betty, Nancy and Suzanne were all wearing their hair in a more sophisticated manner today. I hadn't even noticed until just this minute that Betty and Nancy had removed their uniforms and were wearing robes. They must have done that while I was under the dryer. Why they even had on lace underwear, hose and heels. In all the time we had spent together this was the first time I had seen either one of them undressed. They both have beautiful bodies, even though they are large and have well muscled bodies they are extremely feminine. As Suzanne stripped out of her uniform the sight of her body brought back familiar and very pleasant images of us together in a motel bed. Well, pleasant until Allyson and her photographer came through the door. That was the trap that got me into my present condition. My wonderfully delicious, exciting, oh I love it so, condition. Oh my, apparently I find Suzanne to still be very attractive. I do believe my nipples are hardening at the sight of her luscious body.

"Oh Suzanne, could you please come here?" I shamelessly called.

"Yes Connie, what is it? Suzanne coming close.

" I want to thank you for all that you have done for me. Especially helping set the trap that caused me to be in my present position. I do so love what has happened to me. You told me the day that Allyson caught us together that you were just play acting to trap me as you did not like men and preferred women. Now that I am a woman do you think I could give you a girl to girl kiss by way of thanks.?" I said.

" Why Connie that is sooo precious, of course you can sweetie."

I gently bent forward until our lips met, I think that I was intending only to bestow a friend to friend kiss. When our lips met it seemed as if an electric current flowed between us and our lips parted and tongues met simultaneously. It was all I could do not to reach for her to pull her close but no matter, as she did not resist the attraction and pulled me into her arms. Breast to breast we continued to feverishly explore this electric contact until Nancy broke into our thoughts by shouting -------

"Girls, Girls!, please we really don't have time for this."

We moved apart slowly, each gazing into the others eyes. Reluctant to end the mutual enjoyment, we both seemed to sigh at the same time as we recovered from the flush of desire that had possessed us. Finally, standing toe to toe and with only our finger tips still touching as we slowly separated the reality of what had just happened overcame us both. Suzanne's delightful laugh inspired a spasm of giggles in me as she said -----

" Oh Connie, what a treat you have become, I do believe by this afternoon you will truly believe you are in heaven."

I had to turn to the mirror again to regain my composure, looking at these near naked lovely bodies was having a definite effect on me.

"Well I would think that one of you would be nice enough to tell me about today. You know I am just dying to know, and all you do is tease me with hints." I said as sweetly as a Southern Belle in keeping with my dress and hairstyle.

" Miss Connie, I think you might better behave before you get us all in trouble. I think it would be best if nothing was said about what has just happened here. I am sure neither Allyson or Madame would appreciate such behavior. They have your debut rather well planned and I am sure that such incidents might meet with real displeasure. Now if we are all ready it is time for our lovely "Southern Belle" to make her appearance." Betty admonished.

As soon as the girls were dressed in their spring fashions gowns we set off down the hall to the front stairway. As soon as we started walking down the hall my hobbled mincing steps set up a delicious rhythmic bounce in my luscious breasts. I could not help myself, I had to keep stealing glances as each creamy globe threatened to spill forth from their flimsy restraints. When we reached the top of the stairs I realized why the girls had made me practice descending these stairs for several days with a hobble skirt on it was all a rehearsal for today. Betty instructed me to remain standing at the top of the stairs until she signaled to me to come down.

The girls descended the stairs and went through the closed doors to the dining room where I assumed there must be some people waiting. Normally the doors were left open and you could see from within the room to the top of the stairs. Soon Betty returned and opened the doors wide, beckoning me to descend the stairs. As I began my slow descent, moving as gracefully as I possibly could, I could see that the dining room was filled with women that I knew!

I could feel my face begin to flush as I realized what Allyson had done. She was going to parade me before every woman I had ever had relations with! Oh no, even worse, as I got lower on the staircase I could see even more faces, even some from high school and college that I had just hit on and dropped because they would not have sex the way I demanded. I could feel the heat of shame spreading down my neck as I continued down the stairs, cringing inside with each step that brought me closer to this reckoning with my shameful past.

"Ladies, may I introduce the beautiful Connie. Of course you all knew her as her former self Conrad. As you all know Conrad was not a very nice person. He was rude, demanding, unfaithful and believed that women were placed on earth just for his pleasure. Conrad would lie, cheat and use every form of deceit and coercion to obtain what he wanted. Unfortunately for me, and as it turned out for Conrad also, I did not know these things about Conrad when we were married. Only later did I learn that he had married me for my money and a life of leisure. But then I suppose you are not surprised by that since you were all deceived by his slimy charm." Allyson began her litany of denunciation.

I stood before them with my head bowed, humiliated beyond measure. Oh what Allyson was saying was true, but I could see from their amused expressions that they were delighting in what Allyson had done to me.

Once I realized I had married such an unfaithful scoundrel I was so disturbed, I flew to France to visit Mother and seek her advice. While there I learned of her new profession, how she had gathered together experts that specialized in converting men into women. She was doing a brisk business as many women brought their husbands, boyfriends, and sons to her for conversion into a more acceptable person. It then became clear to me that I must do this to Conrad, not just as punishment for his infidelity but also to prevent him from hurting any more women. Now Conrad has become what he was always chasing after. He had a constant desire to unite with women in an intimate way, and now I have given him the ultimate in intimate union with everything female. Because Connie is totally female now. So ladies please make Connie welcome to our group, for she is truly one of us now."

Some cheered, some laughed, and some quietly applauded, but it was extremely obvious that what Allyson had done to me met with their approval. Nancy came over and led me to a chair between Allyson and her mother, reminding me to handle my skirt properly to prevent wrinkles. Allyson invited everyone to begin eating and the maids began serving heaping plates of fruit, bacon, eggs, pancakes and toast. I wasn't offered any of that but was served a half a grapefruit, black coffee, diet toast, and fat free fruit jelly. The conversation flowed gaily around the table as everyone ate. I was sure I was the subject of the moment as most were looking directly at me as they talked. Even the small amount of food I had was difficult to eat with everyone staring at me and laughing and discussing me with those around them. I had begun to so love my new appearance and had been quite content in my new gender, finding pleasure in my clothes, my body and especially in having my hair done; but being the center of attention knowing that all of these women knew exactly what had been done to me had become very depressing.

"Ladies, if you will give me your attention please? When we have all finished eating we will adjourn to the Center Mall this morning where Connie is to have her first permanent wave. I have made arrangements to have space arranged where you all can be seated and see the whole process. Then we will all do some shopping together with Connie and you are all welcome to select any items you find attractive. It will be my treat to thank you for participating in Connie's coming out party. When we have finished we will all go to the Country Club for lunch." Allyson announced.

Oh no, I knew the Center Mall! It had been a large department store around the turn of the century but had stood vacant for a number of years until the downtown redevelopment committee had devised a plan to turn the three story building into an interior mall by gutting the building and rebuilding to accommodate a number of smaller shops. The Beauty Salon there was in the middle of the ground floor and was the only shop in the middle of the mall. It was constructed in the art deco style with glass walls and roof. Everyone on all three levels could see into the main area of the salon!

Allyson had arranged for all of the women to be picked up by limousine and brought to the mansion. The limousines were now lined up in front waiting to transport us to the mall. All the way to the front drive I was approached by first one and then another woman and subjected to their comments.

"Darling, I can't believe how beautiful you have become!"

"Connie dear, I didn't know you liked such large breasts!

"I think you should thank Allyson, I would have just cut your thing off and thrown you out!"

Finally we reached the limos and I was loaded up with Allyson, Madame, and Suzanne. It seems that Allyson was confident that I no longer needed my keepers, Betty, and Nancy. Certainly she was right, any resistance I might have shown had been washed away in the sea of female hormones I had been immersed so totally in. Actually when reflecting back I knew it was the day I was castrated when I gave up and Madame had achieved my total submission. I had borne the shame and humiliation all through the meal but when the women began to make comments in their laughing manner I began to lose it. As we traveled to the Center Mall soft sobs began to shake me to my soul.

I had always loved the Center Mall restoration, the committee had chosen to restore the decor to the glory days of the downtown area, the late 1940's and early 1950's. Although the merchandise was up to date of course, the furniture, display counters, the dining areas, and the rest rooms were all as they would have been during that period. Even the salon where I used to have my hair trimmed had equipment that looked like it had been there for decades. Everything had been rebuilt and restored of course.

We arrived and began our way into the mall with Allyson walking beside me at the head of the group. The progress was slow of course due to my hobbled stride and it seemed that everyone in the mall turned to look at the strange procession. It seemed that every eye was on my nearly exposed jiggling breasts and wiggling rear caused by the hidden hobbles.

"Oh Allyson she is so feminine, you have done a wonderful job with Connie." we were greeted effusively by the salon owner. "I have arranged everything as you requested, and as you know Suzanne was here yesterday to test the equipment and prepare the supplies. So if you will all come into the center of the salon where we have set it all up Suzanne can get started on Connie's perm."

While all the ladies were led to the center of the salon Suzanne brought me to the rest room lounge and helped me remove my dress and jewelry. The rest room and storage areas of the salon had been made opaque by the ingenious use of a vinyl material that made the glass look somewhat like it had been pearlized, while leaving the rest of the salon in full view of everyone in the mall. A pink wrap smock was provided and Suzanne brought me back to the center of the salon. This area was used most often by various manufacturers representatives for holding seminars about their products. Since this salon was the largest in the area, stylists from many salons in the area would be invited to learn the latest in hair cutting, coloring, and perming. It was fully equipped with a shampoo / styling station, all of the modern styling appliances such as blow dryers, trays of many colored perm rods, and plastic rollers, and a large chrome old fashioned hair dryer on a stand with a chair. A beautifully restored and very imposing permanent wave machine with all of the dials, knobs, and many clamps hanging at the end of the electrical wires dominated the scene. This station was elevated above the floor level so the audience would have a clear view of the activities being performed. Today, comfortable chairs had been arranged in a semi-circle around the station for the gathering Allyson had arranged.

"Go ahead and sit in the styling chair Connie" Suzanne said as we neared the elevated platform.

All of Allyson's guests were seated in the chairs provided and were busily chatting away as I was seated in the chair Suzanne had brought me to.

Allyson rose from her front row seat and addressed the group. "Ladies this is what we have all come here for today. Although Connie has had her hair styled in many different ways and has been either in curlers or having her hair done at least once a day and sometimes twice a day as part of her training, she has never had a permanent wave. I think you will all agree that this is an essential step that we all have experienced in our journey to womanhood. The first time we were taken to a salon by our mothers for a perm was really a milestone toward our maturity. Perhaps such an event could even be considered a rite of passage for a woman. I promised Connie many months ago that I would bring her here for a perm when she was ready. She has had many experiences in the last few months that are not normally available to men as part of her transition to womanhood. So today Connie will get to experience the thrill of having her first beauty salon permanent wave. Please help Connie enjoy her thrilling experience."

After I was seated in the chair, Suzanne raised the styling station counter top to reveal a shampoo bowl, she ran the water through the hose into the bowl, frequently testing with her wrist until satisfied she had the right temperature. Then she placed a vinyl cape around my shoulders, a towel around my neck, moved the chair back to a reclining position and began washing my hair for the second time this morning.

[For my readers that have not had the experiences of having a salon perm, or having your hair set on those lovely rollers, I can only say that you should try to have this done to you as soon as possible. There is nothing else that is so quick, and easy to obtain, that can provide such feelings of femininity. The process is just as exciting as the results obtained. I have had all of the things concerning hair styling described in this story with the exception of braiding, done to my hair many times. The feelings that Connie described of wanting to see her finished hairdo but not wanting to have the rollers taken out are real, wearing your hair in rollers for hours can provide great enjoyment. Sincerely;Sandy]

"Well honey, are you doing all right so far? You have been so quiet this morning, you don't seem too happy." Suzanne chattered as she finished shampooing my hair.

"I am feeling better now Suzanne, I guess I have just been depressed about having to face my past. It has been so humiliating to face everyone." Connie replied as Suzanne raised the chair back to the vertical position.

"Well Connie, that is what Allyson had planned for you dear. Some of the girls are obviously gloating over your fate, and some of them seemed to be slightly shocked, and maybe one or two are sorry about what has happened to you. But you and I are the only ones that know how much you have come to love being a woman. I'm suer you have felt some humiliation and shame but I also know you wouldn't go back even if you could. I have watched you change, and there is nothing you want more than to be right here about to get a permanent wave." Suzanne spoke quietly to Connie.

In a hushed tone Connie replied "You are so right Suzanne, I do love this! I love every thing I have become. I love my beautiful breasts, my soft and jiggling butt, and oh how I love the way my new pussy feels. But maybe most of all I especially love to have my hair done. I love the rollers and clips, and how I look when you have set my hair, and I love the bouncy curls after you comb the set out. Right now I am so excited I can barely be still."

Suzanne combed through Connie's towel dried hair, and started separating it into sections and pinning them out of the way. Suzanne then began to cut Connie's hair into precise layers to form the basis for the new permed style.

"You are cutting my hair!" Connie squealed.

"Don't worry Connie, Your hair will still be long, I am just cutting in the layers necessary for the new style Allyson has picked for you." Suzanne replied.

Although Connie could see now that her hair was still long in back she was still worried. She had come to love her hair as it had grown longer, even if Suzanne had complained about the all one length hair being very difficult to style. Suzanne finally stopped snipping and combed through Connie's now almost dry hair. Taking a blow dryer she finished drying the hair while combing it in different directions to check the layers for proper length and position. The she began applying a solution to Connie's hair and combing it through to the ends.

"I am going to be giving you a very special permanent Connie." Suzanne said, talking loud enough for the assembled audience to hear. "The company that invented the permanent wave many years ago first used a formula to soften the hair and then the curls were formed by steaming until the formula was steamed out of the hair. The heat hardened the hair in its new shape on the rods. It was necessary to use a machine like the one we have here on the stage with us. Later developments created the cold wave where the hair was wound on plastic rods and an alkaline solution was used to soften the hair. After a sufficient time the hair was rinsed and an acid based solution was used to neutralize the alkaline waving solution. All permanents until recently were based on this method. In recent years many improvements have been made to cause less damage to the hair during waving. Some permanents even use chemically induced heat to make the curls stronger and longer lasting. These so called cold waves and the exothermic waves still cause some damage to the hair because of the chemicals used. When it was decided to rebuild all of the old equipment that is being used in this salon the permanent wave company that built these machines originally was contacted to see if they could develop a new type of heat permanent that could use the machines. That would eliminate the harsh chemicals that were being used in the exothermic waves to create heat, and might lead to a completely new permanent wave that would have all of the advantages of the chemical heat waves such as firm and long lasting curls." Suzanne explained as she began to roll Connie's hair on the special plastic perm rods.

"Did they do that, I mean make a new type of wave, is that what you meant by a very special permanent you were going to give me?" Connie asked, interrupting Suzanne's explanation.

"Yes exactly." Suzanne replied. "This new perm uses a very mild solution to soften the hair, and the permanent wave machine is used to supply the heat to create firm long lasting curls. The heat used is a much lower temperature than originally used. and by replacing the chemicals used to generate heat, the waving process is much more gentle to the hair."

Suzanne was swiftly parting Connie's hair into narrow sections, wrapping the ends in an end paper, then rolling the hair on the rods firmly to the scalp. As Suzanne secured each rod in place Connie could feel a tautness in her scalp. Suzanne had turned Connie to face the mirror when she started rolling her hair on the rods. Connie had never had her hair set in this manner and the appearance of the perm rods rolled firmly to her scalp was exciting her greatly. The solid perm rods were smaller in diameter than the hollow plastic rollers Suzanne had always used before, and they gave a totally new appearance to Connie. As Suzanne finished placing the last rod around Connie's face and began to roll the top Connie said-----

"Oh Suzanne, I look so different with my hair rolled so tightly to my head!"

"Yes you do Connie, but do you like what I am doing to you so far?" Suzanne asked.

"Oh Yes" Connie said, her new soprano voice becoming husky with the excitement she was feeling."

Yes, Yes, Yes, Connie thought. There was something about the precise placing of the rods and the tightness, so different than anything she had ever experienced before. It was almost as if she was being restrained, or something similar. She gazed at herself in the mirror and the strange and different way she looked with these rods rolled so firmly to her head, so many of them that each one almost touched the ones on each side. She was fascinated at the way she looked now with so many rods on her head and Suzanne busily adding more. The feeling of added tightness as Suzanne secured each additional rod just seemed to add to her excitement. She was so preoccupied with her appearance she had not even noticed her fluids starting to spread into the sanitary napkin she was wearing.

Suzanne continued adding perm rod after perm rod, Jacking the styling chair up to roll the last ones at the back. When she finished rolling Connie's hair on the perm rods she placed a roll of cotton all around the hairline to control any drips from the waving lotion. Then she re-wet the hair on each rod with the waving lotion.

While Suzanne was completing the task of rolling all of Connie's hair on the perm rods, Connie slipped into a trance as she gazed at her reflection.------

Thoughts began to flit through her mind - -

• -To have the most beautiful hair you must have a permanent wave.

----------The greatest joy for you will be to have your hair permed at the salon in front of Allyson and the women you have so despicably used. ---------

----------Ask Allyson to have your hair permed at the salon so all the ladies you have known can share in this wonderful experience with you. ------

As these thoughts flew through Connie's mind she began to unconsciously rub her thighs together as her fluids flowed and her excitement began to build. When Suzanne started to place the roll of cotton around Connie's rods she came out of trance and realized what she was doing. Thankfully she was turned to the mirror and away from the watching eyes of the group Allyson had assembled. A thrill went through her as she watched Suzanne re-wet her hair that was rolled onto so many perm rods. The feeling of being restrained or bound by these tightly wound rods in her hair intensified and she trembled with excitement.

"There now you are all rolled up and the waving lotion is on ready to do it's work of permanently curling your hair. Now lets just go over and get you situated under the permanent wave machine so I can hook you up and get the lotion activated."

As Suzanne turned the styling chair back to face the audience Connie was surprised to see that a woman was videotaping and another was taking photographs of Suzanne giving Connie her perm. When she arose from the styling chair the motion recaptured the attention of the group of ladies and she could hear them giggling, laughing and commenting on her appearance. However Connie was much too excited by this time for their actions to have any effect on her pleasure. Suzanne placed her in the chair under the permanent waving machine and began to place the clamps that hung from the insulated wires over each of her wound curls.

Oh this is so exciting Connie thought to herself. Oh I love the feel of the tightly wound rods and the weight of the clamps. As Suzanne attached more and more clamps the restriction the connecting wires was causing the feeling of restraint to heighten as her ability to move her head was slowly being reduced..Oh I wish I could see how I look with all these clamps and wires attached to my curls.

"Ok Connie, I have a clamp on each of your perm rods and I am setting the machines temperature and timing. With this perm it does not get hot just warm enough to activate the waving lotion. You will be under the machine for only thirty minutes, so the clamps and wires should not be too tiring." Suzanne said as she finished setting the controls on the top of the permanent waving machine.

Suzanne left the range of sight that Connie was restricted to by being attached to the machine, but returned shortly pushing a large mirror on caster wheels. She placed it directly in front of Connie so that all she could see was her reflection.

Yeees, Yeeeees, Connie thought, this is wonderful. The sight of herself with all of the perm rods and the clamps attached to them caused Connie's nipples to swell with joy. She looked at the rods and clamps, she looked at the wires connecting her to the machine, she looked at all of it, she couldn't get enough as her eyes flitted from one thing to another.

Connie continued to stare at herself, totally absorbed with the vision. The tautness of the perm rods, the warmth from the clamps of the permanent wave machine, the vision of her hair tightly wound on the perm rods, the knowledge that she was firmly connected to this machine that was going to give her a head full of permanent curls, all served to bring her to a state of extreme sexual excitement.

"Eeeeeeee,Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" a continuous high pitched keening sound burst from Connie's lips as her eyes glazed over and wave after wave of passion swept her to peak after peak of ecstasy.

The mental conditioning of months and months of audio and video programs designed just for this purpose caused the sensations from her rock hard nipples and pulsing womanhood to bring Connie to the most stupendous orgasm she had ever had.

Her audience had applauded softly as Madame explained to them what was happening to Connie. Most were delighted that Connie had been conditioned to respond this way, finding it most appropriate that she would receive her greatest enjoy from participating in the utterly feminine ritual of having her hair permanently curled. Although some present thought Allyson and Madame had not been harsh enough and were wrong to provide such pleasure to their former tormentor.

Connie continued to twitch and tremble in the throes of passion, totally unaware of her surroundings until Suzanne finally came to turn the permanent wave machine off.

"Are you okay Honey?' Suzanne asked.

"Hunh,---what--oh--yes, yes I am, Oh Suzanne it is so wonderful to have my hair permed" Connie replied still breathless from her experience.

Suzanne smiled at Connie as she began to remove the many machine clamps from the perm rods. It really worked she thought to herself, the months of conditioning had actually caused Connie to have a tremendous orgasm! Suzanne thought it was perfect that Madame had trained Connie to respond in this way. Having a permanent wave was so routine and mundane to ordinary women, surely this was the height of Conrad's fall from masculinity. ---- Suzanne smiled to herself and wondered, do you suppose Madame would let me watch those tapes?

Connie watched the mirror in fascination as Suzanne removed the permanent wave machine clamps from each perm rod. A feeling of regret swept over her, oh I liked this so much! I wish I could be fastened to this wonderful machine every day. -----------Oooh I think it is starting over, as the feelings of sexual excitement started again

"Ok Connie, back to the styling chair so we can rinse and neutralize to fix those curls in place." Suzanne said still smiling, as Connie walked to the chair on rubbery legs.

Suzanne removed the towel from around Connie's neck and replaced it with a fresh one. Then she raised the top of the counter again and released the latch to move the chair back to the reclining position. She started the water running to warm it and removed the roll of cotton from around the perm rods. After testing the water temperature she started rinsing the waving lotion from the perm rods.

"I will rinse for about five minutes to remove all of the waving lotion. Is the water too hot?"

"No, it is a little warm, but not too hot." replied Connie dreamily.

"Good it needs to be warm, we don't want to chill the hair until the curls are hardened in place by the neutralizer. I will apply the neutralizer and leave it on for five minutes and then I will remove the rods and you can see your new curls" Suzanne replied, and then resumed their conversation after finishing the rinsing process. "Now you can raise up and I will blot the curls dry with some towels."

Suzanne finished blotting the curls and then turned the chair so Connie was once again facing the mirror. As Suzanne placed a fresh roll of cotton around Connie's rods Connie thought to herself -------

I love the way I look with my hair rolled on these perm rods, I want to see my permed curls, but wish she would leave the rods in. I could just look at them for hours.

Suzanne applied the neutralizer generously to the hair on each rod, making sure each curl was saturated with the fluid then said while patting Connie on the shoulder. ---

"Five minutes then we take the rods out and rinse again."

Connie was delighted to have five more minutes to look at her hair all set on the perm rods. The excitement was building again as she thrilled to the vision before her.

When the little timer Suzanne had set rang, she turned the chair around and tilted Connie back to the shampoo bowl again. Suzanne removed the perm rods and end papers and said ------

"Oh your perm came out just right. Your curls are firm and well defined. I will just rinse now for a few minutes and then I can set your hair in the new style. You are just going to love the bounce and spring in your new hairdo, it is going to be gorgeous. There that is enough rinsing, I am going to pat it dry with some towels and then I can start setting it on the styling rollers. Don't be nervous when you see your perm, all perms look too curly when wet and just off the rods." Suzanne said as she raised the chair up and turned it to face the mirror.

"Oh, Suzanne it is so curly!" Connie cried.

"It will be just fine, remember I just told you all perms look too curly right off the rods." Suzanne said trying to calm Connie.

"No, I didn't mean I that I don't like it, I do!" Connie replied as she looked at the pile of quarter sized ringlets that covered her head.

Suzanne sprayed Connie's Hair with a conditioning setting lotion and combed it through with a large toothed comb. Then she began parting the hair and setting the strands on the plastic rollers that Connie loved to see so much. Connie was delighted to see her hair being set for the second time today.

"Will I be going home with my rollers in?" Connie asked hopefully.

Smiling at Connie in the mirror Suzanne replied --

"No dear not today, although I know you would love that. As soon as I finish setting your hair you will go under the dryer. Then I will comb and brush you out for the finished style. You must look your best for lunch at the country club."

Connie could feel the excitement mounting again as Suzanne continued to place the rollers. Soon Suzanne finished and Connie was led to the hair dryer and Suzanne lowered the large shiny hood of the old fashioned hair dryer. Suzanne set the temperature and timer controls and walked away. Hmmph, I could use a magazine to read while I am drying Connie thought. But shortly the person who had been videotaping the mornings events rolled a cart up with a television set and a VCR, inserted a tape and adjusted it for Connie to view.

As the tape began to roll, Connie could see it was a tape of her receiving the permanent wave. Oh wow she thought this is wonderful I can see it all over again! She watched raptly as Suzanne wound her hair on the perm rods, feeling the excitement build as she experienced the same joy she had earlier at this process. When she saw Suzanne saturating the hair on each rod she felt a special thrill, knowing this lotion had curled her hair. When she saw Suzanne connecting the permanent wave machine clamps to the perm rods in her hair she felt herself being lifted to a very high level of excitement. She felt to be on the brink of orgasm, and yet she was not getting any closer just feeling that wonderful glow. Suzanne appeared just as a bell on the hair dryer rang rousing Connie from the trance she had fallen into watching herself sitting under the permanent wave machine while it did it's work of making her curls. Seated once more in the styling chair she said to Suzanne ------

"Are you sure we can't leave it set for a little while longer?"

"Connie you little devil, I know what you are up to. You get a tremendous buzz while your hair is set, and you are just trying to get away with staying there on the brink as long as you can. But I am going to take the rollers out and finish your hairstyle, we don't have any time to spare if we are going to finish here in time for lunch. I need to touch up your makeup so you will get to feel and see the rollers a little while longer."

Suzanne swiftly repaired Connie's base around the hair line and replaced the lipstick she had chewed off during her earlier orgasm. Then she took the rollers out and started the process of brushing and combing the set into the finished style. Connie was captivated by the way each curl that Suzanne placed sprang into position. Connie was slipping closer and closer to climax as Suzanne crafted her creation into place. Suzanne had layered Connie's long hair so that when she finished the style Connie had a mass of curls framing her face with all of her head also covered with fluffy curls. Connie's long hair in back had also been layered so that her hair fell down her back in a tumble of shiny blond curls. Connie's excitement had now built to the point that she was breathing rapidly as she viewed Suzanne's work. Then Suzanne gave Connie a large hand mirror and turned the chair to the audience so Connie could see the back of her hair.

Allyson had explained to the assembled women that a very important part of Connie's training had centered on making her have an orgasm every time her hair was set and styled. Special emphasis had been placed on Connie receiving a permanent wave as they had witnessed the earlier climax Connie had enjoyed.

OOOh, Connie thought, it is beautiful, it is perfectly beautiful, she turned her head from side to side using the hand mirror in conjunction with the mirror behind her so she could see all of her beautiful curly hairdo. She couldn't resist and reached up to touch the curls near her face. The sensation in her fingers of the spring and bounce of her permanently curled hair was too much as squealed her way into another shattering orgasm.

"Oh", Connie exclaimed loudly as she recovered, "I love my curls, my springy, bouncing permanent curls. Allyson may I always have my beautiful permanent curls? Oh please say yes, Pleeease."

"Of course you may dear." Allyson replied. "I shall keep you in permed curls always."

"Oh thank you Allyson, dear dear Allyson you are so kind to me."Connie cooed as she stared into the mirror.

Suzanne took Connie to the rest room and helped her remove the pink smock and allowed Connie to clean up the results of her to orgasm and change her soaked maxi-pad for a fresh one. Then Connie put her dress and jewelry back on and was brought back to the waiting group.

Allyson turned to the ladies and advised them that the limos were out front waiting for them, and they began to move to the front of the mall. Several of the ladies came up to Connie, exchanged air kisses and told her how happy they were to see Connie enjoy herself as a woman so much. Connie blushed at their comments and thanked them politely. The blush and the warm feelings she had received from these ladies were soon gone when she observed the faces of some of the others. They were obviously not pleased with the results of Madame's training.

During the ride to the country club, Connie, Allyson, and Suzanne chatted gaily, Connie thanking Allyson profusely several more times for being so kind to her by giving her the permanent and promising to keep her in permanent curls. When Allyson told Connie that she would have to have a new permanent every two to three months Connie was thrilled beyond belief. A private room had been prepared especially for the group and as soon as everyone was seated Allyson invited them to begin lunch. While they were eating the various courses being served by the waitresses, conversation was a constant buzz around the table. The events of the day were most often the subject being discussed, with some spirited exchanges between those who thought Allyson had done just the right thing and those that were disappointed by the fact that Conrad was actually enjoying his new status as a complete woman. Connie was sitting quietly eating her lunch and easily ignoring the conversations going on all around her. She was much too happy about how her life had turned out, and how much she was enjoying the day to be bothered about anything. When everyone had finished and were relaxing over coffee and cigarettes Allyson rose to address the group.

" Ladies, thank you again for attending Connie's debut. As we all know Connie has been thrilled by the events of the day, and some of you seem to be happy with the outcome of Connie's punishment for being unfaithful to me, and being a menace to the emotions of women in general. Some of you have not been pleased and feel that I have made everything too pleasant for Connie. I will be telling you some things that will probably change your mind, but for now you should remember that I love Connie dearly and want us to share the rest of our lives together. Now let me start with some news for everyone, as you all know that when my father died he left the back to me, and I have been the sole owner. It was a large bank when I received it, but in the five years I have been in control the capitol of this bank has doubled. Recently I received an offer from a large national bank to purchase my bank for cash. After thinking this over foe some time I felt it would be best that I sell the bank and devote full time to Connie and our life together as a family. Since the amount will be made public soon I will tell you dear friends that I have received two hundred million in cash part of which is subject only to capitol gains taxes, leaving me one hundred and sixty million dollars after taxes."

Murmuring broke out all over the group at Allyson's announcement. She gave them a few moments to comment among themselves and then continued -----

"First off none of you need to worry, I have retained ownership of the center mall and have started a small new bank to handle my personal money and that of the business I have financed. It will be opening in the mall soon. Those of you that I have mortgages on are to go to the new bank as soon as it opens and meet the people. You will know all of them, since I brought my key people with me. All of your mortgages have been canceled and you no longer owe me, this is my gift to you for having been my good friends. This new banking arrangement will basically run itself, allowing me the free time I have never known before." Allyson paused again to allow the hub-bub caused by her last announcement to settle down.

I have given my house over to my mother who has converted it into a clinic for the correction of male behavior problems and to change unsuitable husbands into the proper companions for their wives. For those of you that have been disappointed by my treatment of Connie, let me explain just what has been done. Conrad was castrated, put on large doses of female hormones, given breast implants, and spent almost every waking hour being brainwashed into loving her fate. She has been trained in how to walk, talk move, and behave as a woman. She has been corsetted, had her hair done daily, taught ballet, etiquette, feminine deportment, and of course she was given a permanent in front of all of you today. Any one of these things I have mentioned were enough to cause extreme embarrassment and humiliation. Then finally she received a complete sex change operation, including a fully functional vagina. She has also been trained in how to provide the sexual pleasures that women prefer, that in itself you should agree is quite a change for the former Conrad."

Connie was sitting quietly with her head bowed as Allyson related to these women all of the humiliations Conrad had been subjected to. This very relating being possibly the most humiliating act so far. Connie had come to love her new life of feminine pampering, but now she was forced to face the women, that as Conrad, he had humiliated while Allyson told of all the things that had been done to him. Only now in the telling of it all did the full scope of his unmanning become obvious.

"But as I told you before I have loved Connie even when she was the insufferable Conrad. Now in her new ultra-feminine persona she is much more lovable. Now that Connie has changed into a suitable companion and life mate I have planned an around the world trip for us. If you will sort of a second honeymoon. I have also given some consideration to starting a family. Before Conrad lost his manhood, semen was collected and frozen for the future. I plan for us to spend some time in Australia. A clinic there has developed a method of fertilizing a woman's egg in a test tube and then implanting the resulting embryo in the peritoneal cavity of the male abdomen. The fetus develops normally there, and of course the male carrying the child undergoes all of the trials and tribulations suffered by pregnant women. However not provisions were made for a birth canal in Connie's sex change so after her nine months of pain and misery our child will be delivered by ceasarean section. So you see Conrad has become in truth a woman the gender that he held so much contempt for. By becoming pregnant, and then becoming a mother of the child he sired he will have suffered all of the humiliations possible."

Connie began to sob as the last detailing of his future was greeted by a round of applause and cheering from the women. Now he realized that Madame and Allyson, by teaching him to like all things feminine and making it so he receive joy by his increasing femininity, had finally reduced him to the lowest point a man such as he had been could be made to go. Connie sat sobbing as the group broke up. All of the ladies gathered around Allyson and madame to congratulate them on how they had broken the cruel and heartless Conrad.

Epilogue

As it turned out Connie's first pregnancy was so successful with the birth of a lovely girl, Allyson decided to stay in Australia for several years, during which time Connie gave birth to a second girl and a boy. Allyson was a little disturbed over the boy, but after some thought she realized he could be raised as a female and when the proper time came, Madame cold cure the problem of maleness.

Connie suffered through many depressing and humiliating months, but with the constant companionship and ministrations to her beauty and hair by Suzanne whom Allyson had retained to keep Connie in Curls, Connie came to love her new role as the beautiful mother of three lovely daughters. And with a new permanent wave every two or three months and having her hair set daily, even with the other tribulations, life was very exciting and full of joy for Connie.