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Male Mistress (pt 3)
Over the weeks between my return from 'training' and the end of month transfer to another posting, I spent all the time I could with my mother. I knew I would eventually have to come out to her, but now was not the time. I spent my evenings with her, my days packing up everything I wanted to 'take with me' and putting it in the rented trailer I had gotten. The Friday before the end of the month I said good bye to my mother and drove all the stuff over to the new house. I arrived late at night and immediately ran inside the house to dress appropriately for a woman moving in to her house.
I spent most of the night unpacking the trailer and sorting things. Early the next morning, approximately four or five, I called it quits. I undressed only as much as I absolutely had to, and collapsed between my covers in nothing more than a pair of panties. I wished to sleep in, but habit once more woke me at seven in the morning. I showered, dressed in 'work around the house' clothes again and continued with my unpacking.
Most of the Collin specific things I packed carefully away and placed it in my attic. The rest of the stuff (my primary computer that had up till now resided at my mother's home, collectables that I wanted to keep around me and a few pictures and posters from my youth, etc.) I placed around my new home to make it mine. Until now I had not had the lived in quality in my home. Once all my stuffed animals were on my bed and my pictures were on my mantle, I started to really feel like I was at home. I was finished and returned the trailer by mid day on Sunday.
It was early Monday morning when I got up to go to the center. I had packed the night before with the things they suggested I bring. The small suitcase beside me worried me slightly as it was not a lot to bring for a month stay. However, the brochure that was sent with my airline ticket and instructions on how to get to the center stated that the changes I was to undergo would make most of my clothing un-wearable so bringing it would not be worth anything. The brochure specified that loose work out wear and loungewear was preferable as well as a very few outfits to wear prior to the procedures began.
I thought briefly about going as Collin, but I was confident in my ability to pass. I dressed that morning in my business suit in the hopes that even were I to slip it would be excused as a butch career-minded woman and not a man in drag. My corset nipped in my waist appreciably and my breast inserts gave me a bust line that I could be proud of. With the cream boat-neck top the lack of cleavage was unimportant.
The brown power suit had a tight straight skirt that extended only to mid thigh and the jacket covered almost all of that. It showed off my legs, but as I was most proud of them I felt they worked to help the illusion. My calves were especially accentuated with my high heeled brown loafers. The gold jewelry was understated and blended well.
Sandy arrived shortly after six am and she and I left the house. Sandy had gotten her learner's permit a few months earlier and I told her that in return for getting me to the airport and back she could use my car when I wasn't home. I knew she'd take care of it.
In no time I was there, checked-in, through security with no trouble, and I was seated in my first class seat sipping champagne.
We took off as close to on time as you can expect these days and I was riding high. I was about to embark on a great change of life. I was turning myself into my ideal person, I was grabbing hold of my destiny and I was doing pretty well at it. A few of the people in first class didn't seem to be echoing my sentiments, but the man sitting next to me seemed almost as happy as I was. As the plane leveled out and we were getting comfortable for the long trip he leaned over towards me and cleared his throat.
"Good morning, I'm Alvin Davenport. And you are?"
"Hello, Colleen Ma- Mason."
"I'm in advertising. I'm heading out to talk to a new client of my firm and see the sights of Seattle. You?"
Luckily he didn't seem to notice my hesitation. I recognized him and didn't want him to recognize me. We settled into the discussions of strangers stuck in close proximity even though he wasn't much of a stranger to me. He was once a popular person in my High School; Football quarterback, big man on campus, etc. I was not even half that popular and it was obvious he hadn't known me back then as well as I knew him.
My cover story was that I was going for training on a new computer system my company wanted to install. I was head of IT for them and needed to determine if it would be worth the cost to install it. We discussed our companies in very general terms. It was part of the dance, I knew. When the inevitable eventually came around, however, I found it welcome.
"So do you have someone to go home to when this is done, or someone waiting for you when you get there?"
"Nobody's waiting, but I have something casual back home."
"I see. I don't have anyone myself, but I'm moving around so much, it's probably better that way."
The tan line around his ring finger gave the lie to that, but it didn't matter to me quite at all. Meaningless sex didn't need honesty.
"That's terrible," I continued, playing the game, "Everyone needs companionship and something to go home to."
"I guess I just have to find companionship wherever I can. You sound like someone who hates to be alone. I'd volunteer to keep you company if you wish. I'd hate for you to have a bad time in Seattle."
Opening shot in the bargaining phase.
I played the shrinking violet and let the strong man lead me to the slaughter. I was sure I was going to do something with this man, but I needed to see where he wanted to go with it. "Oh, I do hate to be alone, but I'll only be in Seattle overnight. The training facility is a bit of a ways away and I need to rest before the drive."
"Well, we'll just have to make sure that one night is as good as possible."
"That does sound good. But what can be done in the short time from landing to bed time?"
He took my hand in his and smiled dashingly. I bit my lip hard to keep from laughing.
"Well," he continued, "running all over Seattle would just waste your precious time. Maybe we should just stay in the hotel and drink wine and talk... or something."
"That might be so... I need to go to the restroom. I shall have to think about that proposition; I don't know what benefit it will have for me, however."
As I got up I brushed a hand across his crotch getting a rapid reaction there. Then I looked at him over my shoulder as I made my way to the bathroom and went in. I was unsurprised when I heard a tapping on the door. He entered quickly when I opened the door and grabbed me in a tight embrace once the door was closed and locked.
We kissed hungrily for a few minutes. I was horny as all hell and wanted this and he was no different. His hand made its way under my skirt to fondle my ass and found no cloth to block him. My thong held my surprise conveniently out of sight and feel, but I couldn't last a concerted search. I needed to take control of this.
I pulled away a little and put a finger to his lips before he could comment. I slid down his body and released his little monster out of his pants. It sprang out ready to go, hard and leaking pre-cum. I looked up at him and had him watch me suck his cock down to the root. His moans told me he liked what was happening a lot.
I sucked his cock, moving fast and hard. He grabbed my hair and twined his fingers in it helping ram my mouth over his cock faster. In no time he was tensing up and I took him fully in me to swallow his cum. In no time, he was done and he fell to the toilet seat in exhaustion. I reached into my pocketbook and found a condom. When his cock seemed to not be going down I stroked it a little and then rolled the condom down onto him.
Turning around, I hiked up my skirt and pulled my thong to the side. He was still too out of it to try to help, which was to my plan. There was nothing for him to do but enjoy it when I slid his cock between my ass cheeks and started pushing myself down over him.
He started helping then, putting his hands on my hips and guiding me down over him. When I had him fully in me, I started to ride his cock, using the walls of the room for leverage and support. He reached around and fondled my breasts, not even noticing they were fakes. I was glad that he had already cum as he lasted longer than me. My orgasm was almost upon me when I decided now was the time to spring my surprise.
I grabbed one of his hands with mine and guided it down between my legs. He got the point and began to hike my skirt up and pull my thong front away, preparatory to playing with my non-existent pussy. When his hand found my hard cock he gasped. However, when he didn't say anything or stop what I was doing right away, I knew he was mine. His hand began slowly stroking my penis, fondling the tip whenever his strokes got up to that point. In no time I was cumming all over his hand and his grunts told me he was doing the same within my ass.
I pulled myself off him and turned around. My skirt was still around my waist and my penis was sticking out towards his face. I took his hand and brought it to my mouth and began licking my cum off it and raised an eyebrow at him. He looked at me with hesitation all over his face, but then something clicked in his mind and he leaned forward. I was truly surprised when he took my penis in his mouth and began sucking me off.
The newness and excitement of this whole thing made my penis harden right back to full hardness in no time. He stroked my penis with his free hand while his head bobbed up and down over me. It was a bare minute before I whispered to him that I was cumming. When he didn't release me, I came in his mouth and he swallowed it all.
He sat there and looked at me as I began rearranging my clothing. I opened the inevitable conversation.
"So, now that you know, do you still want to spend the evening with me in Seattle?"
"I do," he nodded. "I've heard of people like you but I never thought I'd ever meet one. I'm interested in knowing you better if only for a little while."
"Well then, you get to know me for one night." I kissed him on the forehead and turned for the door. "I'll leave first, you get yourself rearranged."
The rest of the flight, we talked softly about our work and what we do for fun.
When we landed, we negotiated what we were going to do. As I needed a car for the trip to the clinic, I offered to get the car and drive to the hotel if he rented the room. I rented a Miata in standard and met him outside the baggage claim area. We threw our stuff in the back and raced into town. He directed me to the local Hyatt as he had a corporate account there and we checked into a large king bedroom. Once there, he broke open the mini bar and offered me a drink. I took a vodka tonic and he had a scotch. Then we sat and talked a little.
"Why did you ever start wearing women's clothing, Colleen?"
"That's a little complicated, as I don't really know. As long as I can remember I thought I should have been a girl. I didn't like most 'boys' games and preferred more feminine pursuits. I like to cook and I like to play make-pretend more than I like football and the like.
"When I got older, I took some of the clothing my older sister grew out of and started to try it on. I liked the feeling so much I kept doing it. I stole old clothes being thrown out or hand-me-downs to create my own feminine wardrobe. I just felt more comfortable when I was dressed like a girl."
"I see, so you live as a woman now?"
"Yes, had my name changed and everything. Most people don't know. My boyfriend does, but I don't think he and I will ever be serious. He only wants me because I'm really a boy."
"I can understand why he'd think so, but I'm sorry that he doesn't want you for you."
"That's fine, I'm sure some day I'll find someone."
He slid over towards me and put his arm around me. I turned to face him, knowing what was next and met his lips with mine. As we kissed, he began to slowly undress me. I let him do as he wished.
He unbuttoned my blazer and slid it to the couch behind us. Then he began to unbutton my suit's wrap skirt. I helped him pull my blouse over my head and he looked at my inserts. Shrugging, he took them out and placed them on the table beside us and then he removed my bra with a practiced movement and I was undressed to my corset, thong and stockings. He stood me up before him and gently pulled my thong off. Then he sat back and admired me.
"You're amazingly erotic looking. Your figure and the clothes you are still wearing are so feminine, but your chest and crotch are obviously male. I'm so glad I met you."
"Thank you," I shyly replied. I was blushing and I couldn't seem to look him in the eye. When he got up and turned my face to look at him, he was smiling.
"Such a feminine response. I agree with you, you should have been a woman. Tonight I shall try to make you feel a little like one."
With that he began to undress and I eagerly attempted to help him. In no time he was naked and leading me to the bed. We tumbled together onto the turned down sheets and stretched out beside each other. He pinned me to the bed with a leg and his chest and began to stroke my penis while he kissed me deeply. I wrapped an arm over his shoulder and surrendered to him.
His cock was between us and growing by the minute. He rubbed it against my thigh in his excitement. When he was at full hardness he pulled away briefly and rolled over to get a condom from his wallet. He rolled it down his hardness and turned back to me.
"How would you like to do this?" I asked him.
"I want to watch you. I want to see your body. Do you want to ride me?"
"Ok," I smiled and straddled his waist. I lowered my ass hole over his cock and guided it in to the hole with my hand.
He groaned as I slid myself down over him and grabbed my hips to control the ride. His eyes were wide open and he looked at me with unbridled lust. My excitement was at a peak. This whole situation was erotically charged.
As I rode, one hand stayed on my hips keeping me riding him slowly while the other began to explore my body. His hand trailed from my stocking clad legs straddling his thighs up to my waist to trace the boning in my corset there. His fingers lingered a moment at my nipples, fondling and pinching them. I gasped at that and tried to speed up, but he restrained me once again. Eventually his hands roamed once more to my shoulders and up to my neck. His thumb gently caressed my adam's apple as he looked at it with interest.
"It's not all that noticeable," he commented to me. I smiled in response to his kind words.
His hand continued the exploration of my body. He slid his hand lightly over my shoulders and down my arm. He took one of my hands from his chest where I was bracing myself for the ride and brought it to his lips. He kissed and nibbled at my fingers. When he took his hand away but didn't stop sucking at my fingertips, I left my hand there for him to enjoy. His hand, now free, moved between my legs to grasp and stroke my penis.
"Why aren't you hard? Don't you like this?"
"I'm hardly ever hard when I'm being fucked. I heard that most men are this way. The stimulation to the prostate keeps the erection response down. Sometimes I can if the pressure isn't too great, but this position usually puts a lot of pressure on the prostate. It feels great, but I can't get hard."
He accepted the explanation with a nod and continued to fondle my penis. Soon I could see him beginning to tense up. His eyes began to squint and his breathing became shallow and panting. Soon I was rewarded by that look that only men get as he grabbed my hips and thrust me firmly down on him and shot his load into me. I leaned down to rest myself against his chest. His cock slowly softened and finally a few minutes later popped out of me entirely.
I pulled the blankets over us and snuggled up to him. His breathing had taken on that characteristic sound and soon he was softly snoring. I didn't mind, he had given me the best night I had had in a long time with a man. He was a much better lover than Richard ever would be. I was just a new possession for Richard. To Alvin, I was a person he was intrigued by and was glad to spend time with.
I fell asleep with a warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach.
Sometime during the night I felt a hand stroking my penis. I moaned a happy, contented moan and the hand quickened its pace. When I had hardened I felt a condom being slid down the length of my penis. I opened my eyes to see what was going on.
"I want to try it," Alvin said when he caught me looking at him.
"Oh, baby, it can hurt a lot the first time. You're probably not going to like it much," I told him with concern tingeing my voice.
"I need to try it though. I need to know what you feel. It's been a day of firsts, please give this to me."
"Ok, if you really want, but we do it right; just a moment."
I got out of bed and went to my bags. I dug into them a while and came out with my anal lube. I had him kneel on the edge of the bed and spread his knees wide. Using my fingers I began to smear numbing lubrication around his anal bud. Gently I began to insert a finger into his ass to begin lubing him internally and to stretch him out as well.
He gasped and groaned at the intrusion. I tried to be as gentle as possible, but he had to be stretched out before I tried fucking him or he'd be in much worse pain. I added another finger once he was used to the first, stopping only to add more lubricant. He gasped in discomfort on that addition, and each additional addition, until I had four fingers in him and sliding in and out with little pain.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Alvin. I've done what I can at this point."
He nodded his head vigorously. I placed my well lubricated penis at his slightly gaping hole and began to slide myself in. I had prepared him enough, I guessed, when he didn't even have an indrawn breath of discomfort as I slowly slid in to my full length.
I waited a moment buried fully in him before beginning to pump in and out of him. In moments he was groaning, but not in pain this time.
"It feels so strange, but it's so good. I can feel it in my balls and in my cock and in my ass too."
I pumped myself deep into him over and over. His groans and pants got faster and faster. Suddenly without warning, he began to grunt and pant in time to my thrusts. When he moaned "oh, god" I knew what was next. His limp penis began spurting cum to the sheets below him. The erotic-ness of being this man's first butt-fuck sent me over the edge and I came right after him.
When I pulled out, I moved as slowly as possible to keep the pain to a minimum. Then I examined him in the light. There was no damage and he looked like he would be fine. I guided him to lie down and I shut off the lights to cuddle up next to him, stopping only to discard my used condom.
"Thank you, Colleen. I needed that. I don't know if I'll ever do that again, but if we meet again you have permission to do that to me anytime."
"I'm glad you liked it." I snuggled into his shoulder and we fell fast asleep.
Early the next morning I awoke first. I gently got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I showered quickly and did my morning ritual. When I came out, the darling was still out cold. I dressed quietly in short denim shorts, a camisole with bra built in and a white cotton button down shirt. I pulled on some socks and my hiking boots. As I stood up to begin brushing my hair, I caught Alvin looking at me.
"Have you been watching me dress?"
"Yes, I have. I'm amazed by how feminine you look even when you are naked and not nipped in by your corset. I think I've fallen for you."
"Oh, no. Don't say that."
"I have loveless marriage at home that I stay with only because of my children. I have a job I hate because it takes all my effort to keep ahead of the new kids and keep it. And most of all, I have never found someone even close to as sweet and loving you are in all my life. Please, let me love you while I can and pretend that you return that love even a little."
I smiled and leaned over the bed to kiss him deeply. He returned the kiss with warmth and desire. I made a quick decision.
"I'm not here for work. I am going to get surgically and chemically altered into more of a woman. I will still have my penis and I hope it will still work, but I will also have real breasts and a female form that doesn't take a corset. If the plastic surgery works well, I may not even look the same. I tell you this because I could have just left you in the dark and you may never have ever seen me again... but I don't want that.
"You were gentle and kind and you seemed genuinely happy to spend your time with me. The man I'm with treats me as another item he owns and he will probably discard me some day, but you actually saw me as a person."
I took out a pen and some paper from my purse. I scribbled a note down, folded it up and closed his hand over it.
"This is how you can contact me if you really want to. If you don't, it won't hurt any, I'll take it as a really good night and nothing more. But if you call me, remember what I said and please treat me well. My heart is open to you. Don't open it now, but wait until I leave. I don't want to see your face when you read it."
I kissed him quickly and gathered up my things. I stopped briefly at the door and looked back and smiled nervously at him before I slipped out.
I hurried to the elevator and pressed the button, but I couldn't wait. I didn't want him to read the note and try to catch me. I knew he still didn't recognize me and didn't want him to try to catch me before I left. So I ran to the stairs door and began running down the steps two at a time. In no time I was in my Miata and speeding out of the parking garage.
The note read:
Dearest Alvin,
My name really is Collin Marsden. I know I have changed a lot since we were in school together, and even if I haven't I wasn't all that noticeable then. However, one thing has not changed in all this time. I think I loved you then as much as I do now. You were a good person then and I can't believe you married her. She never respected you as much as I thought you deserved. If you want me to be your mistress I will do my best to make you happy. My number is 647-7306.
I had just said goodbye to my first real crush. I was friendly with him, but not friends. I watched him, the football quarterback, date the head cheerleader and watched her fuck the basketball team and the baseball team behind his back. Being a social outcast allowed me the ability to see what really was going on and I saw that she dated him only for the prestige it afforded her. She didn't date him for him. I knew then that if I was a girl I could be a better woman to him than she ever could have. From what I heard, I was right even now.
I let the sports car open up on the highway. It was a partly cloudy summer day and warm. The open top let the wind whip my hair out behind me. I smiled and enjoyed the day. In minutes the day washed the worry out of my heart and I laughed. I had made my play and he would respond or not at his own desire and there was nothing I could do. I looked forward instead to what lay before me.
In no time, the two hour drive was at an end and I pulled up to a wrought iron gate in front of a large brick building on a huge, well landscaped estate. It looked less like a hospital and more like a wealthy mansion. I drove up to the guard shack and handed over my packet from the clinic. The guard looked over my paperwork, my false ID and my true ID. He smiled to me and handed my paperwork back.
"Thank you Miss. I hope your stay goes well."
I thanked him and drove in the gates. I drove up to the main door and got out for the valet to take the car.
"Good day, Miss. I see you have a rental car. I can return the car for you, as you won't be needing it during your stay, and pick it back up for you when your stay ends."
"Thank you. That would be great. I have an expense account, but I didn't think ahead and remember what the rental on a month for a car would be."
"Not a problem Miss. It happens all the time."
I handed him the keys and grabbed my purse and suitcase. I then walked in the front door and found myself in a grand entry. Again I was put in mind of a grand mansion. A woman walked briskly up to me with her hand out and a saleswoman's smile on her face.
"Colleen Marsden, I presume?"
"Yes, and you are?"
"Dr. Jeanette Arlen. I am the psychiatrist who will help your transformation progress smoothly. If you come with me I would like to perform your entrance interview and then, if I am satisfied to your motives and emotional state, we can proceed to meet your procedure doctor."
I took a deep breath and smiled. "I guess we should get started then."
She led me to a comfortable office in the back of the first floor where she directed me to choose the chair that felt most comfortable to me. I stretched out on the couch and she took a chair beside me. She described what she was going to do. As she didn't have time to do a full psychological profile she instead was going to hypnotize me and thereby remove my inhibitions to telling her the full unvarnished truth. She said that this way she could determine if I truly wanted the operations that were about to happen, whether my decision was wholly mine and if I was really gender dimorphic.
I looked at the flashing light as I was directed and didn't notice fading out until she snapped her fingers and I woke up. She was writing something in a file and I asked her what she though.
"I think that I can approve you for anything you desire of the doctor. You will most likely adjust to the changes very well with a little support. If you decide to go through with it, you will get a visit from me daily for a little while and just be able to talk over what you're feeling. With that I see no lack of adjustment."
"Well thank you. I think I'm more comfortable with the idea already."
"I know," she smiled. "It's right here in your personality profile."
We then got up and I readjusted my clothing. She led me over to a bright office in the front of the building and within was a doctor in white lab coat this time. The doctor stood up and reached out her hand.
"Dr. Olivia Moore. I will be leading the team that will be doing your procedure. Let me quickly look over your notes from Dr. Arlen." She looked quickly through the coversheet on my folder and then she looked at me.
"Ok, what you have in your initial contract is a full procedure with the caveat that the procedure be reversible. According to Dr. Arlen you are a prime candidate, psychologically, for full transformation. Why is there this need for reversibility?"
"Well, before now, I wasn't sure that I really wanted this. As I have thought about it more, however, I have come to desire it more. I must say that now I have no real desire to reverse the procedure any more. What does that leave me with, however? What are the different plans and costs?"
"The good news is that by deciding to go for permanent transformation, the procedure is quicker, cheaper and generally yields better results, however it can be a little more dangerous as it incorporates more brand new and experimental therapies. I think in the end, you will much prefer the permanent course."
"Well, describe what the difference is, please."
"In the reversible case we use saline implants to form a wider hip, fuller feminine breast and we use subtle plastic surgery to soften the facial structure. We don't make many changes to the body to ease the reversal if it is desired. The change will be noticeable and will make you easily pass for feminine, but a definite hint of your masculine self will show through for people who knew you before to notice.
"In the case of the full transformation, we use a few radical new technologies. First of all, for your breasts we have a cellular matrix that is implanted like a breast implant, but instead of just taking the place of breast tissue, it is seeded with your own breast tissue cells. The matrix has a human growth hormone cocktail mixed into it that causes the cells to multiply and form real breasts. As the cells multiply they break down and take the place of the matrix. They will be almost indistinguishable from b formed by puberty.
"Your hips will be surgically broken and opened up wider just like a natural female's would have during puberty development. They will be pinned for strength and your hip sockets will be repositioned slightly to give a feminine tilt to your upper legs. There is going to be some physical therapy until your joints acclimate to the new geometries, but it doesn't take very long.
"We will break your rib cage and reform that as well to help form your hourglass more. And, we will be shortening your intestines a little bit. We find it helps to maintain that girlish figure if you don't absorb quite as much food as you used to. We will have you work with a nutritionist during your therapy to maintain your health with your new eating reality.
"Your vocal cords will be shaved and thinned. This will modify your voice into a feminine register and is part of a massive plastic surgery plan to feminize your face, neck and shoulders. The only thing that remains is the changing of your musculature from a male pattern to a female pattern. This will come naturally with focused exercise and hormone replacement.
"All of this is made much safer and more possible because of our new discovery. We call it formula Fem-28. This is a cocktail of sex determinant hormones, growth hormones, a hormone that is linked to the healing process and a chemical that we found re-programs the hormone producing glands of the body to switch into a feminine pattern. Also, we have found that with gene therapy, we can re-write your cells with new X chromosomes to replace your Ys. This makes your natural healing factor work in our favor, repairing things into a form it thinks things should be... your feminine self."
"Doctor, that seems like a lot more, and harder, and yet you say it is cheaper and faster. How can this be?"
"Well, first of all Colleen, if we need to change things back, it makes the surgery harder. We can't change too much or it makes it impossible to return you to your original form. If we instead are going all the way, we can just make the modifications and don't have to worry about being exactly according to some rigid 'plan'. Any variance in what we wanted to do is just a change of design rather than an irreversible error.
"Secondly, all our modifications are supported and helped along by the formula Fem-28 and the nanomachines we use to deliver the formula to all the places within your body. When we give you your dosages your body begins to change even before we go into surgery. Everything we do from that point on is just helping the process along. The healing factors in the formula, in conjunction with the nanomachines, speed healing by as much as four to five times. We will be able to let you go in about one month with almost no visible bruising and scarring."
"All right, I guess I see that, but I don't know what happens to, well, my penis."
"Whatever you want to happen will happen. I see here that you are listed as wanting to keep it originally, but I can just as easily turn you into an outwardly perfect woman. You won't have a womb of course, but everything else you can have."
"Well, I kind of wanted to keep my penis. I know it won't work anymore, but..."
"Oh, no, that's the way it used to be. With Fem-28 we have a few options available to us now. The chemicals and the like are delivered by magnetically polarized nanometric particles. The polarity enables the particles to stay colloidal and not bunch up, enabling them to get through the system faster and more efficiently. By putting a ring around your penis and testes during the active phase, we can keep the chemicals out of your sex organs and keep them unaffected. As a result, they will produce enough male hormones to continue working and actually will increase your feminine libido a little."
"Oh, that is very good. I would like that a lot, then. I guess if the procedure is cheaper to go all the way, I don't know why I wouldn't want to do it, especially if it's better for me. Sign me up."
"Very good. I'll reserve the operating room times, a nurse will now bring you up to your room and I will be in shortly to give you your first dose."
In a sudden rush I was taken up to a room and told to change into my nightdress by a tough battleaxe of a nurse. She was kind of voice and demeanor, but she definitely was a strong woman and she accepted no answer but yes ma'am. I had just gotten undressed when the doctor came in with a tray. She took no notice of my absurd modesty or my nakedness and handed me a cup full of pills.
"Here is the first installment of a very long drug regimen. We give you the drug in pill form mostly, but since it takes a while to get into your system and build up to a plateau of effectiveness, I will also be giving you this."
I swallowed the pills she gave me, but almost choked on the water I used when I saw the syringe she pulled out. It was huge. I closed my eyes and prayed when she had me lean over my hospital bed and bare my ass. I hope I didn't yelp too loudly when she jabbed it in to the muscle, but yelp I did. Soon my ass cheek felt full of something.
Next, she produced a soft elastic band with what looked like little magnets all around the circumference. She gently wrapped it around the base of my penis and under my scrotal sack. I assumed this was what was going to protect my penis from the changes due to hit my body.
"You are now scheduled for rest for a while. I am sorry, but the massive dosing that the plan requires will make you feel sickly for quite a while until you are used to it. I hope that it passes quickly. Once Nurse Beckett says you're on the mend, we begin the surgeries."
I puttered around the room for a while, getting dressed in a light nightshirt and putting my clothing and toiletries away until I felt I needed to do something. I opened the French doors to the porch and stepped out to look at the grounds.
Behind the mansion were walkways with women of every shape and size walking around with nurse attendants and wearing various bandages. I thought I would head down to the yard when the first wave of sickness passed over me. I lost all sense of steadiness and staggered into the room. I barely made it to the nurse call button before falling to the ground.
Nurse Beckett came running in to find me crumpled up on the floor beside my bed. She cooed to me as she lifted me effortlessly up to the bed and laid me out. She checked my fever and clucked like a mother hen.
"Hmm... this is starting earlier than expected, but not terribly so. I shall tell the doctor and see what she says. I shall get you some ice chips while I'm away, honey. It'll all be alright, I've got you."
That was the last thing I remembered coherently for quite a while. I watched the walls and ceiling fade to a uniform grey and then that grey got darker and darker. I tried to shout or cry out in some way but the grey turned black and I stopped having any conscious thought. I slipped into a dreamland where I was being operated on by ghouls wielding hacksaws and hatchets. They had my innards out all over the table beside me and were laughing and splattering my blood around the room. I couldn't scream or anything. I thought I was going to die... but then I felt the world coming back to me.
Somewhere in the back of my head I knew something had gone wrong, or at least not to plan. All I had, as consciousness returned to me, was fear of what had happened.