Bob


Prologue


This story continues the adventures of Joseph Watson.  The wealthy man has
been is kidnapped and by various frauds declared dead, but in reality he is
alive and working on an island, somewhere within twenty degrees north or
south of the Equator, owned by the notorious Dr.  Justine van Damme.  The
Doctor and Joe's ex-wife, Gloria, wanted to punish him and get their hands on
his money.  Toward this end, they applied state of the art pharmaceutical
treatments and surgical procedures on Joe.  The end result of all that
attention was that Joe has been transformed into an exaggeratedly sexy woman
in all respects.  His subconscious has been programmed with depraved sexual
urges to match his sensual new body, but otherwise his consciousness is
intact.  He knows that he is a man, no matter how he may be forced to appear
or act, and resolves never to forget that fact, thus making his punishment
much more effective.  Joe now makes his way through life as a waitress on van
Damme's private island.

Due to Joe's lack of legal acumen and foresight, his ex-wife Gloria was
appointed executrix of his extensive estate, but only until his illegitimate
son, Robert Watson, turns twenty one and inherits it all.  Gloria likes being
wealthy and powerful and has no intention of relinquishing the fortune to
Robert, who has vowed to ruin her financially when he gains control over his
inheritance.  Justine van Damme has contracted with Gloria to effect a plan
which will result in Gloria's getting the money, and Robert being maneuvered
out of her way.  Permanently.


1. Chapter


"Gloria, may I have twenty dollars?" Bob Watson asked his guardian.

"What ever for Robert dear?"

Bob was really angry.  He would shortly be inheriting his late fathers
millions, but for now he was reduced to begging this bitch for money.
"Someday she'll get hers," Bob thought to himself.

"I'm going out with some of the guys tonight for pizza and a movie."

"O.K. dear, I'll get it for you."

Bob really resented Gloria Watson, his father's ex-wife, who was
administering his estate.  She went out of her way to make life hell for Bob.
Bob had grown up with his natural mother and the only contacts they'd ever
had with Joe Watson were support checks and the occasional birthday card.
Despite this, or maybe out of guilt over it, Joe Watson had left the bulk of
his estate to Bob.

Bob had left home at eighteen, but shortly thereafter came under the control
of Gloria.  Until he turned twenty one, she was in charge of his life.  He
knew that there was a clause in the will that allowed her to retain control
of the estate if she could prove that he was incapable of managing his own
affairs, and he suspected that she'd like nothing better than to do so.  What
really got to him was the fact that she wasn't hardly any older than he was,
yet she treated him like a child.

Gloria had moved Bob in with her so that she could exercise ever increasing
control over him.  As Bob Weinstein had told her:  "Don't let him think for
himself.  Get him used to taking orders from you and being obedient to you."

Gloria returned with the twenty."Here you go Robert.  Oh, by the way, I have
a new girl coming tomorrow to be my secretary and social assistant.  Her name
is Monica and she'll be living with us.  I'm sure that you'll want to be here
to meet her."

                              **************

"I'm sorry Joe, it's not that you are not a good waitress, it's just that we
are over manned, our budget has been reduced, and you've been here the
shortest amount of time.  You must understand.  I'm sure that Denice in
personnel can fix you up with another job."

Back on the island Joe was worried; he had just been fired from his job as a
waitress.  Thoughts of being sent home to the U.S. and having to prostitute
himself ran through his pretty head.  He practically ran to the personnel
office.

"I'm sorry Joe, there's just no positions open that you're qualified for."

"Please.  Can't you check again.  I'll do anything."

"Well, let me check the files.  Hmmm...  It seems that Rhonda is leaving us,
but no.  You wouldn't want to do that."

"What's that?" Joe said, ready to grab at anything.

"It seems that Dr.  van Damme's personal housekeeper is retiring, leaving a
vacancy."

"I can certainly keep house." Said Joe.

"There's a lot more to this job than just changing sheets."

"I don't care, just try me out at it."

"Let me call Dr.  van Damme and see if she's agreeable."

After a conversation on the telephone Denice told Joe, "she sounded skeptical
that you could handle it, but she's willing to give you a chance.  You need
to go see Mrs.  Johnson and Donna for the necessary training.


2. Chapter


"Wow, what a looker," thought Bob, staring at Monica.

It was obvious to the tall blonde that the young man was smitten with her.
She would certainly turn that to her advantage.  In her most seductive voice,
Monica told Bob, "I'm so pleased to meet you.  If there is ever anything I
can do for you,just let me know."

                              ************

"That little pig." Thought Monica.

Bob had grabbed her ass as he walked passed.  He continually made a nuisance
of himself around her, never missing an opportunity to touch or rub up
against her.  Monica just smiled sweetly at him, thinking to herself "he'll
get his."

Monica played the boy like a fish and, before long, had him in bed and
believing that he had seduced her.  Bob wasn't a very good lover.  Monica was
just getting into the swing of things when he came, rolled off of her, and
went to sleep; thanks to the drug she had slipped him.  Looking at Bob's
wilted cock, Monica remembered how it had felt when she still had one.  She
recalled how she had introduced Bob's father, Joe, to being on the receiving
end of a stiff cock, after his transformation into a sexy babe.  Feeling
horny, Monica got dressed, thinking, "I sure as hell won't be getting any
satisfaction here tonight.  Might as well go out and pick up a real stud."

After donning a provocative outfit, Monica put a tape in a player and turned
it on.  It would play softly all night into the pillow under Bob's head,
filing it with radical notions.  Looking at the sleeping boy, she was
curious, thinking "I wonder if he'll turn out as pretty as his dad?"

On her way out, Monica ran into Gloria.

"Hi Monica, would you care to join me in a drink?"

"I'm sorry Mrs.  Watson, but I was just going out.  Can I take a rain check?"

"Gee ...  I really hoped you'd stay home with me tonight.  I have some tapes
that make very interesting viewing and you're in some of them."

Monica could see that Gloria was more than a little drunk, and more than a
little horny.  "O.K. Why not?"

The tapes turned out to include one of Monica screwing Joe.  Gloria was very
disappointed to discover that Monica's magnificent cock was gone forever.
However, the evening wasn't a total loss as they wound up introducing
themselves to girl on girl love making.  Both of them discovered lesbian sex
to be as exciting and as satisfying as anything else they had ever done, if
not more so.

When Bob awoke the next morning, Monica was there sleeping beside him.  The
young man was certain that he had found true love.

                               **********

Joe was washing the breakfast dishes, when Dr.  van Damme called out to him,
on her way out the door, "Joe I'll be home at six with two guests.  The cook
has the menu, we'll eat in the blue room."

"Yes, ma'am." Said Joe.

Donna had trained Joe well in his new duties.  It hadn't taken him long to
discover that he wasn't going to be a housekeeper, instead, he was being
trained as Dr.  van Damme's maid.  Joe had to be up, washed, and dressed by
seven a.m., in uniform of course.  The new uniform wasn't that bad; it was a
lot more comfortable than his waitress getup since Dr.  van Damme didn't make
him wear the hated minimizer bra and a girdle.

Every morning Joe would don an underwire bra, which cradled his abundant
breasts in comfort, nylon panties, black panty hose, black pumps, and a white
satin blouse which was tucked into a black taffeta skirt that fell to his
knees.  It was neither tight nor revealing and Joe was totally at ease in it.
He'd half expected to be dressed in some skimpy little maids dress.  Oh he
was alright, but only for special occasions.

At seven o'clock, Joe would enter Dr.  van Damme's room with her breakfast
and awaken her.  While she ate, Joe would draw her bath.  Then while she
bathed, Joe would make her bed, lay out her clothing, and take the dirty
breakfast dishes to the kitchen and wash them.  It wasn't a particularly
arduous job and he had plenty of free time.

Joe lived with the Doctor and stayed at her house most of the time,
preferring to avoid other people, especially men.  Ever since his changes,
Joe had discovered that he couldn't trust himself around men, somehow he'd
developed an insatiable appetite for sex with them.  Joe had no clue that his
newfound promiscuity was a permanent part of his psychological make-up, only
that he got extremely aroused sexually around men.  So he avoided the intense
embarrassment that his ensuing sexual antics caused, by keeping to himself in
Dr.  van Damme's compound.

Joe had a busy day ahead of him today.  In addition to his normal duties, he
would have to polish the silver and get dressed up for tonight.

                               **********

"Yvonne."

"Oui Madame." Said Joe.

If there were any strangers in the house, Joe was addressed as Yvonne.
Dressed as a French maid, he had to act the part.  Mrs.  Johnson had taught
him to pronounce French words with his artificial voice box and his French
vocabulary was at least the equal of his English, which had been purposefully
limited.

In preparation for tonight's little soiree, Joe had donned a black satin and
lace lingerie set consisting of; panty, garter belt and push-up bra.  He
attached sheer white stockings to his garters and slipped on a pair of pink
satin pumps with five inch heels.  Over this he pulled on layers of stiff
white petticoats, followed by a low-cut, pink velvet French maid's uniform.
Joe's hair was in a ponytail and he tied a pink satin ribbon in a big bow to
hold it back.  A little white lace apron and a choker and wristlets, of white
satin bordered with lace, completed his Yvonne costume.

Joe curtseyed carefully, knowing that his stocking tops would be revealed if
he did not, and he didn't want to reveal any more of himself than was
absolutely necessary.

"These are my guests, Hector and Miguel Gonzales."

Joe curtseyed gracefully to them, "Bon soir, Messieurs.  May I get you
drinks?"

The two brothers were tall, dark, and handsome.  Joe felt the inevitable
reaction of his body and averted his eyes from the men, trying to concentrate
on the task at hand.

Other than to take note of Joe's exceptional beauty, the Gonzales brothers
paid him no more mind than they would any servant.  Joe overheard their
conversation as he served the meal and was able to piece together that the
Gonzales brothers were frequent visitors to Dr.  van Damme's island, came
from somewhere in South America, were fantastically wealthy, and performed
many services for the Doctor including acting as her bankers.  After the
table had been cleared, Joe was dismissed.  He ran up to his room, where he
masturbated urgently, grateful that he escaped performing like a wanton slut
with the two brothers.

Over cigars and brandy the Gonzales chatted idly with the doctor.  Finally
Miguel spoke up.  "This little thing Yvonne; she is perfection itself.  Is
she by any chance available?"

"Certainly.  I shall have her report to your cottage, where she'll be waiting
for you.  I must inform you though that she is, or to be more precise, was a
man."

"Madre de Dios!  You are kidding me."

"Not at all.  I have some very interesting tapes of her, I really should say
his, progress.  You see, we have punished Joe by ensuring that he can never
forget that he was once a complete man.  Would you care to view them?"

"Oh no Doctor, I trust your word implicitly, but this makes the prospect of a
dalliance even more interesting.  Let me ask this, is your maid available for
permanent acquisition?"

"I'm afraid not, you see Joe, as he is called, doesn't know it, but he's
still being trained.  Eventually he will be returned to his ex-wife, who is
responsible for what has happened to him."

Hector could no longer remain silent.  "I too was considering toying with
this one.  Perhaps brother we should settle for lesser fare?"

"Ah, but of course." replied Miguel.

To Dr.  van Damme's questioning look Miguel answered.  "The two of us never
share or have anything to do with a woman or any other thing, such as your
little Joe in this case, that the other desires.  We avoid the pitfalls of
jealousies that way.  Now if Joe had a sister we could purchase them both and
return to our homeland with them."

At this last Dr.  van Damme looked up smiling, "Funny you should bring that
up.  My personal motto is 'anything is possible', and in this situation
anything may indeed happen.  I shall remember your interest in Joe, if
circumstances should happen to change."


3. Chapter


"So how are you guys going to handle Bob?" Gloria asked Monica one evening,
after a session of torrid love making.

"Well we are going to use a variation of the technique we used to get Joe to
wear dresses without rebellion.  Every night as he sleeps, his mind under the
influence of certain drugs that Dr.  van Damme's associates have developed, a
speaker in Bob's pillow is reprogramming his subconscious.  When we are done,
Bob will have the mind set of a transsexual."

"So how does that help me?"

"One of two possible ways.  After his programming is made effective and has
taken over, Bob will do anything to get what he needs, including even signing
away his inheritance if we handle it right.  If not, when he starts trying to
get what he needs on his own, his actions will allow you to have him declared
incompetent.  Either way you will get his money."

"And just what is it he'll be needing?" asked Gloria.

"Why a sex change of course."

"Do you mean to tell me that you can make Bob want to be a woman?"

"We certainly can and not only that, but I heard rumors Bob Weinstein has
developed a way to make the body change itself, and that one of his
corresponding associates, a Dr.  Mason, has had great success experimenting
with his concepts.

"But I don't want to hurt him."

"Oh we won't punish Bob like we did Joe.  Bob will want and truly enjoy what
is going to happen to him.  Trust me, this really is the best way of getting
him out of your hair."

"So when does this plan begin."

"Bob might be ready now.  All we need is a chance to get him dressed in
women's clothing, which will unlock his programming."

Gloria thought for a minute.  "That's easy enough, listen to this ...  "

                         *************************

Bob felt funny, he'd just shaven his entire body.  He knew this was peculiar,
but for some reason it didn't bother him.  Gloria was throwing a Mardi Gras
party and Monica had talked him into going disguised as a girl.  "I'll take
care of everything." She had said.  "You'll probably win first prize."

Now he stood around naked and hairless, waiting for his lover to dress him.
Monica started with a little black thing, which she pulled up around Bob's
hips.  It resembled a g-string and she tucked his cock back under it, then
tied it in place.  The tight garment really compressed his cock and balls.
Looking at himself, Bob couldn't see any sign of his manhood.  "It's called a
gaff Bob.  It will keep you safe from discovery."

Bob winced as Monica tightened the laces of what she called a ribbon corset.
It relentlessly squeezed his waist into definite female proportions.  Spandex
panties were pulled up and Bob discovered that they were padded, producing
the illusion of a woman's hips and ass on his male body.  Over this were
placed white satin panties.

"Why do I have to wear these panties, no one will be looking under my dress?"

"Bob, it's a necessary component of the image you want to present to your
audience.  In order to project an air of femininity, you have to feel
feminine, and wearing dainty lingerie will help you do just that."

Sheer, light colored panty hose were pulled up Bob's hairless legs.  A
strapless long line bra was placed around his chest and hooked up.  Pads were
fitted into in the cups of the bra.  Bob saw in the mirror that he presented
a very feminine profile.  For some reason it seemed natural.

A petticoat was held out and Bob stepped into it.  It was drawn up,
positioned about his waist, and fell to mid-calf.  The tea-length dress,
which Monica had selected for Bob to wear, was a delicate confection of light
turquoise acetate taffeta.  Monica helped Bob get it over his head, then she
zipped it up for him.  The dress had a low scoop neck and sported a big bow
over Bob's padded fanny.  Matching satin pumps were slipped on Bob feet and
Monica went to work on his make-up.

Monica placed a long brown wig, the same shade as his hair, over Bob's head
and brushed it out.  Stepping back she looked at her handiwork:  eyebrows,
plucked thin, arched over heavily made-up eyes while bright red lips smiled
at her.  Bob looked wonderful.

"He'll make such a pretty girl," thought Monica.

                             ****************

At the party Bob was a smash.  He looked just like a young girl at her prom
and no one would believe otherwise.  The longer he remained dressed as he
was, the better Bob felt about it.  It felt entirely natural to be dressed as
he was; he felt free and at peace with himself.


4. Chapter


Bob Watson couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.  For about a month
now, he had no appetite, had lost weight and interest in sex with Monica, and
had been very stressed out.  Gloria sent him to a doctor who had found
nothing wrong with him, but referred him to the psychiatrist that he was
waiting to see, suspecting that whatever it was bothering him, might be
psychosomatic.  Bob looked at the name on the diplomas on the wall; Dr.
Robert Weinstein.

Bob had been talking to the Doctor for about ten minutes, when the Doctor
suggested hypnosis.  "I guess I'll try anything," was Bob's reply.

Bob didn't know what to expect.  He was given a shot and told to look at a
strobe light.  He did so, then looked at the doctor, "When will I be
hypnotized?"

"You have been Bob, you were under for about an hour."

Bob was shocked, he had noticed no passage of time.  "What did you find out?
Will I be o.k.?"

"Bob, perhaps I should call your guardian in to discuss this."

"No.  Please Doctor.  Whatever is wrong, getting Gloria involved will only
make it worse."

"O.K. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but deep in your psyche there is a
woman trying to get out."

"What?"

"You are what we call a transsexual.  We have no idea what causes this, but
your subconscious mind is that of a female.  You have repressed this trait so
deeply, and it is so strong, that the resulting psychological conflict is
manifesting itself by disrupting your health."

Bob could not believe what he'd just been told.  Then he remembered the night
he had dressed as a girl for the party, and how he had felt about it.  "Could
wearing a dress cause this to happen to me?"

"No.  This has always been in you.  However, wearing women's clothing could
upset the delicate psychological balance of someone, like yourself, who had
been successful in suppressing his transsexuality.  Why?  Have you done so
recently?"

"Well, I dressed up like a girl for a costume party about a month ago."

"Yes, that could have set you off."

"So what can I do to get over this?"

"Bob, I am afraid that it is not that simple.  Years of research with
thousands of transsexuals has shown us that there is only one thing that you
can do and experience permanent relief, but I do not think that you are quite
ready to talk about that just yet.  You first have to get over the shock of
finding out what you are.  To help you with that, I would like to refer you
to a colleague of mine, with much more experience in these matters, at The
Institute for the Amelioration of Gender Dysphoria."


5. Chapter


Bob was despondent, every day his anxious longing to be a woman grew in
intensity, with no relief in sight.  He had been well received at The
Institute, and the director, Leslie van Damme, had interviewed him personally
as a favor to Bob Weinstein.

Bob had found Dr.  van Damme to be a tall stunning blonde, he also found out
that she was a man.  Bob discovered that he was not alone.  Indeed, the
Institute had helped hundreds of others like himself to become the women that
they knew they were.  Bob's tests showed that he was definitely a transsexual
and the Institute would accept him into it's program.

The road to womanhood was a long one, stretching over years.  Changing his
sex would be a momentous and irreversible decision; Bob would therefore be
required to complete many prerequisites, such as hormone therapy, which would
ultimately result in him living and working as a woman for a year to prove he
was serious about becoming one, before he would even be considered for
surgery.  The problem was that Bob couldn't wait years.  He needed relief
now, before he went insane.

At dinner one night.  Gloria confronted him.  "What's been troubling you
Robert dear?  You just mope around the house all the time.  Is there anything
I can do to help you?"

"No, I'm afraid not, but you might as well know what the Doctor said.  I am
what they call a transsexual.  My mind is the mind of a woman and if I don't
do something about it soon I will go crazy."

"So what is it that you want to do?" Asked Monica.

"Well it is not so much want as need.  Science cannot change my mind to match
my body, but they can change my body to match my mind, so eventually I plan
to undergo sex reassignment surgery."

Gloria grinned.  Bob missed it and she was able to regain her composure
before saying; "Do you mean a sex-change?  Isn't that a little extreme dear?"

"Perhaps it is," Bob replied, "but it's my only hope.  They can't even help
me anytime soon.  It takes forever to get ready for the surgery."

Then, per her instructions, Monica chipped in, "I read somewhere that they do
sex changes in other countries where there's no wait and supposedly they do a
much better job."

"Really?" Asked Bob, his curiosity piqued.

"Yes, except I read that it is horribly expensive."

"That's O.K. I have plenty of money."

"I don't think so young man." Interjected Gloria."You don't get your money
for another three years, and if you think that I will approve of you doing
such a thing to yourself, or give you the money for it, you are seriously
mistaken."

Bob was close to tears, to be given new hope and then have it taken away so
quickly, was almost too much for him to bear.  Then he saw what he must do.

"Please Gloria, you have no idea how much this means to me; it is life or
death.  I need to be a woman.  I know that you don't get anything once I
inherit and I'm sorry for what I said to you about screwing you over when I
get my money.  I apologize.  If you'll only let me do this, I promise that
I'll give you all the money you could possibly want."

Bob was in tears now; he got up and went to Gloria's chair, kneeled and took
her hand.  "Please Gloria, I beg of you, save me, help me become a woman."

"Oh I will Robert.  Don't you worry," thought Gloria.  "You'll get your wish
in spades."

Gloria looked at Bob for what to him seemed an eternity.  "Perhaps we can
work something out." She said at last.


6. Chapter


Summoned to Dr.  van Damme's office, Joe curtseyed, then stood at attention
while she finished reading a letter.  Working as a maid had made Joe meek and
docile, and the subliminal tapes played to him at night reinforced his
newfound submissiveness.

"Joe, it seems that I have to go away for a spell on business.  I was going
to leave you here, but your ex-wife Gloria has asked that you serve her while
I am busy.  I think this would be good training for you, and an excellent
introduction back into the real world.  You will find clothing laid out for
you in my room.  Take this suitcase and this." She handed Joe a passport.

Like the good maid that he had become, Joe curtseyed.  "At once Madame."

Joe picked up the suitcase and left, filled with mixed emotions; excited to
be going home, relieved that he wouldn't be forced into prostitution, yet
depressed at the thought of serving Gloria as her maid.

Joe looked at the passport he'd been given .  It was French.  Opening it, he
saw a photograph of a blonde woman in it.  Then it dawned on him; that was
his picture in it, as he looked now.  He glanced at the name; Yvonne
LaEsclave.  Joe's French lessons hadn't gone far enough to allow him to
understand his new title.

In Dr.  van Damme's room, Joe found a pile of clothing with a note on it
which directed him to strip and get dressed in them.  Before he did, Joe
looked in the suitcase he'd been given.  It was filled with women's clothing.
Joe stripped.  He put on the apparel selected for him; a matching white panty
and underwire bra set of nylon, white panty-hose, a white nylon half-slip,,
white pumps, a short sleeved white silk blouse, and a wool suit in navy.  Joe
zipped up the straight skirt.

"This outfit is pretty nice." Thought Joe, brushing out his bangs, the rest
of his long hair fell gracefully down his back.  The suit didn't hide his
well-endowed figure, but neither did it expose his body to the world, as so
many of his outfits did.  Joe looked at his pretty face in the mirror,
realizing how much time and effort he had been saved by never having to apply
cosmetics, thanks to the tattoos on his face.

Carrying the suitcase and the jacket that matched his skirt, Joe went back to
the Doctor's office.

Joe and Dr.  van Damme were in a golf cart being taken to the airstrip on the
island.  When they arrived, Joe saw a private jet, engines running, waiting
to take off.  Once he had fastened his seat belt, Joe was given some pills to
take.  Allegedly to prevent airsickness, they instead knocked Joe out for the
duration.  He'd never be able to describe the island where he'd been held or
it's location.


7. Chapter


Joe awakened.  He had no idea how long he had been out.  Dr.  van Damme was
speaking to him.  "Remember, you are Yvonne.  Speak only French.  You will
wind up in serious trouble otherwise."

Joe knew better than to disobey her, He deplaned with the Doctor and
approached customs.  It became obvious to Joe that the customs inspector had
eyes only for his beauty when his passport was perfunctorily stamped without
so much as a glance.  Joe kept his conversation limited to "oui", "non", and
"merci monsieur", and before he knew it he was in a limousine headed for
Manhattan.

Joe winced inwardly as the limo pulled up in front of his old house.  He'd
loved the old brownstone and, while he hadn't planned on returning to it, he
never once figured that he'd come back to work in it as a maid.  The
surprises just kept coming as Monica opened the door to greet them.  "Hello
Doctor.  Joe."

They exchanged greetings and Joe wandered into his old digs, finding that
they had been totally redecorated.  In much the same manner that Joe had been
changed, the old masculine decor was gone, replaced by an ethereal feminine
interior.  Before he could go any further, Monica intercepted him and took
him to his room, which had been the servants quarters.  It was very
femininely decorated.  Joe looked in the closet.  It was full of maid's
uniforms.

"Now Joe." Said Monica.  "Let me tell you the ground rules.  You must at all
times act like a perfect servant.  You must pretend never to notice what goes
on around here, and above all never say a word without being spoken to
first."

"Why are they doing this to me?" Joe asked Monica.

"I think you know the answer to that Joe.  Just be careful or you'll be
beaten severely."

Monica went on to explain to Joe what was what, and how he was expected to
behave.  When she was done, Joe undressed, washed, and went to bed where he
spent a fitful night.

The next morning Joe showered, then got dressed in one of the uniforms from
the closet.  He discovered that all of the lingerie provided for him was the
same; black satin bikini panties with matching garter belts and push-up bras.
Joe hooked up the black stockings that he'd found in a drawer, put on one of
the many pairs of the black patent high-heeled pumps that were in the closet,
and knowing what was expected of him, stepped a petticoat and pulled it up to
his waist.  The black satin maid's uniform followed.  Joe figured that he'd
be wearing one all time now since that was all there was in the way of
clothing in the closet.  Joe zipped up the dress.  His cleavage was exposed
and outlined in white lace.  The short skirt was flounced out by the
petticoats and with every move revealed his stocking tops.  None of this was
new to Joe, as he tied on the white satin apron with a big bow in back and
then rolled his hair up in a bun and put on the white cap, but so far he'd
only had to dress like this occasionally.  It would be a new experience to
dress like regularly.  Naturally, the transvestite responses programmed into
Joe's mind were tickled pink as he minced out to the kitchen.

Bob woke up.  As he did every morning, he stripped off his negligee and went
to the mirror.  "No changes yet." He thought, disappointed as he examined
himself.

Bob had started on hormones and couldn't wait to see signs of the development
to come.  He looked at his hair.  Long for a man, the brown locks were still
to short to be styled and permed.  Bob was eagerly looking forward to his
first trip to a beauty salon.  Meanwhile, Monica and Gloria were giving him a
crash course in being a woman.  As her price for letting him do this, Gloria
had made Bob sign some papers in front of her lawyers, but he didn't care; he
was on his way.  Bob looked down at his shriveled penis.  He had no use for
it anymore and, some days, it was all he could do to keep from grabbing a
knife and cutting it off.

Bob dressed, putting on the corset and padding which would give him a
feminine figure until the hormones did.  The thought, that some day the pads
in his bra would be replaced by his own breasts pleased Bob no end.  Over his
lingerie, he pulled up panty hose, dropped a slip over his head, and stepped
into a peach linen dress that buttoned up the front.  He buttoned the dress
up, put on the matching belt, and then stepped into a pair of white
sling-back pumps.  Bob applied some make-up and checked his fingernails, long
and painted red, they were good for now.  He put earrings in his recently
pierced ears, selected a matching necklace and bracelet, brushed mousse into
his hair, and looked at himself.  Yes, he could pass for a fashionable young
woman, he did everyday.

Bob was excited.  Today he was to meet Leslie's sister, Justine, who, he'd
been told, had been able to arrange surgery for him overseas somewhere.  Bob
sprayed on some perfume and went down to breakfast.

"It's a good thing I learned to cook at Dr.  van Damme's." Joe thought as he
scrambled eggs, fried bacon, and made toast.  Gloria didn't have a cook and
he had been told that he would have to not only serve, but also cook
breakfast, lunch, and sometimes the rare dinner that she ate at home.

As instructed, Joe had set the table for four and one by one they came in and
sat down; Gloria, Monica, the Doctor, and the girl whose name, he had been
told, was Roberta.

Bob looked at the new maid.  She was all tits and ass in her revealing little
uniform.  He thought to himself "she looks like a little tramp, but if that's
what Gloria wants ...?"

Bob introduced himself to her,"Good morning, I am Roberta, you must be
Yvonne?"

Bob was surprised to see the maid curtsey to him and say "oui Mademoiselle.
Bon jour.  Would you like some cafe?"

"Well at least she's well trained." He thought.

The four of them left immediately after breakfast and Joe went about his
chores.  He made up all the beds and while vacuuming the living room, stopped
to stare at his picture on the mantle; a picture of him as a man that is.  It
was a copy of the same picture that Joe carried in his little gold locket
which he usually wore when not in uniform.  A tear came to his eye, but he
just brushed it aside and, like a good little maid, went on with his work.

The next day, Joe was told to pack up the Doctor's clothing, then help
Roberta pack for a trip the two of them would be taking.  As he folded
Roberta's lingerie, Joe tried to put his finger on what was so peculiar about
her.  In the drawer, under her panties, Joe discovered just what it was that
was different about her; he looked at a birth certificate in the name of
Robert Watson, with him, Joseph Watson, listed as the father.

Roberta was a man!

She was his son!

It became clear to Joe what was going on; Gloria was pulling some kind of
stunt to try and get her hands on Bob's inheritance.  Just then Bob walked
in.

Bob looked at Yvonne.  Good, she was almost done packing his things.  He was
shocked to hear her say; "you're Robert aren't you?"

"Yes, what of it?" He said, irritated at being read by a servant.

Bob was surprised as the girl came to him, with a look of horror on her
pretty face.  "You must leave now.  Get out of Gloria's clutches.  Go now
before ...  "

"What is going on here!"

Monica and Gloria were standing in the door to Bob's room.

"Give me that." Said Gloria, grabbing Bob's birth certificate from Joe's
hands.  She returned it to Bob.

"You had better be more careful where you put things like this.  And as for
you, you insolent wench," she addressed Joe, "Monica will demonstrate what
happens to an upstart maid who sticks her nose in where it does not belong."

Joe was terrified and there was no fight in him.  Monica grabbed his arm,
pulled him over to the bed, and sat down.  "I'm sorry Yvonne, but I warned
you."

The sex changed girl demonstrated her remaining strength as she held Joe
still with one hand.  "Pull up your skirts." She commanded.

Fully submissive now, Joe did as ordered; holding his skirt and petticoats up
around his waist.  Monica reached out, pulled his panties down to his ankles,
and threw him over her lap face down.  "Roberta, give me your hairbrush."

Joe was humiliated.  To be thrown over Monica's knees like a little girl,
with his plump womanly ass revealed for all to see.  Terror replaced his
humiliation as soon as the first blow fell.  You see, Joe had resolved to
take his spanking like a man, but he was no longer a man and was shortly
bawling his eyes out.

Bob watched as Yvonne was beaten soundly for her indiscretion; she was
wailing in a high voice, and her legs were kicking wildly, hampered by the
panties around her ankles.  Finally, with her ass glowing cherry red, she was
released.

"Now pull up your panties and get back to work." Said Monica.

Bob watched as Yvonne put her panties back on, smoothed out her dress, and
turned to leave.

"Aren't you forgetting something."

The maid turned, curtseyed to Monica, and said "merci Maitresse," then fled
the room crying.

"That was pretty severe," thought Bob, "I hope she learned a lesson from it."

Joe watched from an upstairs window, with tears in his eyes, as Bob and Dr.
van Damme got in the limousine and left for the airport.


8. Chapter


At the airport, while they waited to board the private jet, Dr.  van Damme
introduced Bob to their traveling companions; a good looking woman who was
introduced as Virginia Mason and two teenaged girls; Melissa Walters and
Stephanie Grenwald.  Bob felt comfortable with the sophisticated and educated
Virginia, but those two girls!  They were so trampy with their bleached
blonde hair, short skirts, and tight blouses.  All they seemed interested in
was flirting with every man who crossed their path.  Virginia explained to
Bob that the two girls had just turned eighteen and had never been away from
home before.  She also told him that she was a doctor and that they were
patients of hers.  Virginia had taken them on this trip because she felt
sorry for them.

"They are both high school dropouts and the future doesn't hold much for them
except as a waitress, wife, or dancer.  Anyway they go they're trapped and I
wanted them to have a little excitement before that happens."

Bob considered how thoughtful that was of her.

Once they were back on the island, Dr.  van Damme conferred with Dr.  Mason
and Bob Weinstein.  "I must tell you two that these results far exceed any
expectations I had.  I have examined Melissa and Stephanie and cannot find
any evidence that they were once males."

"That's the beauty of it, there isn't any." Exclaimed Dr.  Mason.  "I have
conducted extensive tests on them and they appear to be female down to the
cellular level."

"My next question is, What's to stop somebody else from hypnotizing them and
changing them again."

Bob Weinstein answered.  "The changes can only be initiated while under the
influence of the drug.  When the drug wears off, after about a day, the
changes continue but can no longer be affected by further hypnotic
suggestion.  It also appears that the human body has an increasing resistance
to the drug.  In other words, repeated applications have less and less effect
until finally the body ignores any further suggestions.  Take Melissa and
Stephanie for instance, Dr.  Mason conducted repeated experiments on them and
after a couple of tries the drug would do nothing."

"So they are girls permanently?"

"For the rest of their lives."

"How long have they been like this, and how long did the changes take
Virginia?"

"They took about six months to stabilize as females and I have had them under
observation for going on two years.  I think that the six months can be
shortened considerably.  You see I performed no surgery on them, especially
as regards the male organs, thinking that they would retract into the body
and become ovaries.  However the boys developed ovaries separately and the
testicles eventually atrophied and disappeared.  I believe if the testicles
were removed before commencing the procedure, that the changes would occur
more rapidly, without the body still producing male hormones."

"Next time we'll try that.  Bob, when can we start experimenting with it
here?"

"That's the only problem Doctor.  The drug Dr.  Mason used was a very rare
one and I didn't expect these effects.  I thought only that we could fool the
body into regrowing a lost limb and things like that.  These changes only
occur when the drug is administered in massive doses, and during her trials
Dr.  Mason used most of it up."

"Can't you get some more."

"I don't know.  It's extracted from a rare flower that grows only in the
amazon.  With the loss of the rain forests over there, my sources haven't
been able to locate sufficient quantities of them.  We have plantations where
we are trying to cultivate the plant, but until we're successful, which may
take over five years, we are limited to the stock on hand."

"How much is that?"

"Based on what Dr.  Mason tells me, enough for possibly four changes."

"Damn the bad luck." Said Dr.  van Damm staring off into space.  She
understood the potential of such a drug.

"What about Stephanie and Melissa?" Asked Dr.  Mason.

"I have their parents hypnotized also and they believe their daughters have
left home and moved to Los Angeles."

"Are they of any further use to you?"

"No, not really."

Dr.  van Damme was in a sour mood over the unobtainable drug and this may
have accounted for her next action.  "Hmmm.  Do this.  Virginia, remove any
psychological blocks that you may have put on them, I want them to know who
they are, what they have become, and be fully aware of their surroundings.
Bob, have Dr.  Brenner give them the permanent hair treatment; long and
blonde.  I want this done by Saturday when the fuel tanker arrives.  When it
leaves, I want them on it.  They will be a little gift from me to our
supplier.  Those Arabs do so love blonde girls.  Meanwhile, I want to see
this effect of your's firsthand, and I have just the subject for it"

Dr.  Mason, scrubbed up and dressed in surgical greens, looked down at the
almost comatose youth on the operating table.  "Hello Bob, remember me?  I'm
Dr.  Mason and I'll be performing your surgery today."

"Already affected by the anesthesia, Bob could only grunt at her."

Bob was put under and castrated.  In the recovery room, the other drugs were
administered and Dr.  Mason then induced, what was already being referred to
as, the Weinstein Effect on Bob and he commenced a one-way journey to
womanhood.

Bob came out from under the fog of anesthesia and smiled to himself.  "Well
that's that," he thought, "it's all over now," little realizing that, for
him, it was just beginning.

Bob couldn't feel anything below his waist, but that didn't bother him.  He
knew that he was a complete woman now.  A lot of what had happened to him
since he arrived here, and he never did learn where exactly here was, seemed
a bit excessive and not exactly what he had expected.  Take, for example, his
hair, his entire body had been depilated, and his head covered with long
blonde artificial stuff that couldn't be cut.  Or his fingernails, they also
had been removed and replaced with long red artificial ones which also
couldn't be cut.  Or his feet, they had been operated on and made smaller,
but now only felt right in high heels.  Not to mention his face, on which
make-up had been tattooed.

That was all O.K. though.  Bob was overjoyed with the other changes to his
body.  He spoke in a lovely soprano voice, thanks to the operation on his
larynx; it didn't bother him very much that he had to learn to speak all over
again.  Bob sported the lush body of a young woman; wide hips, tiny waist,
full breasts, and at long last, the genitals to match it.  Bob knew that the
work here was top-notch, any physician examining him would conclude with
confidence that he had been born a girl.  He laid back, satisfied at last.
Before he returned to unconsciousness, Bob thought he felt something pulling
on his earlobe.

Dr.  van Damme considered Robert Watson.  His transformation into a beautiful
woman was complete.  In many of the procedures, such as body contouring and
hair implantation; the same programs used on his father, still stored in
computer memory, were used on him with predictable results.  Father and son
were now, for all intents and purposes, twins.

It irked the doctor that Robert should enjoy what had been done to him.  In
her opinion, a man who had to be forced into womanhood shouldn't receive any
satisfaction from it.  She had debated removing the psychological programming
which had driven Bob to change his sex and allowing him to awaken to discover
that he had irreversibly turned himself into a blonde bombshell.  "I made a
deal though and I can't renege on it," she thought, "but perhaps I can work
out something fitting."


9. Chapter


Bob examined himself in the mirror.  "You sure are some babe." He said to
himself.  It never failed to amaze him what a gorgeous creature he'd been
turned into.  He had expected, like most of the transsexuals he'd met at the
Institute, to wind up looking like a masculine woman, but there was not even
so much of a hint of his old maleness in the sexy girl who looked back at
him.

Dr.  van Damme watched Bob admire himself.  "He really can't tell that he's
not yet fully changed?"

Dr.  Mason told her; "No.  All he sees is the image we have put in his mind
which he will eventually conform to."

"Amazing!"

Bob pulled pink satin panties up over his flat crotch.  He liked the way it
looked in panties now and had come to really enjoy wearing the apparel
appropriate to his new sex.  He settled his large breasts into the cups of
his bra and pulled it up.  Bob thought about his new wardrobe, every item in
it made him appear as if he was going to a cocktail party or a formal dance.
Dr.  van Damme had also considered his wardrobe, and the money she saved by
giving him Joe's old one.  They were both the same size.

Bob wondered about something he hadn't considered until now; he really wasn't
attracted to men at all.  It surprised him that he would want so much to be a
woman and, now that he was one, lack all interest in sex.  He decided to ask
Dr.  van Damme about it during his interview with her scheduled for today.

Bob buttoned the back of his dress.  It was the least exotic one he could
find.  It was black with a white floral design on it, made of very thin
faille, with a full flowing skirt.  He belted it, glad that he was able to
find something that wasn't tight and revealing.  Bob glanced in the mirror
again, his appearance was flawless; he couldn't get over how cosmetic surgery
had made his lips full and changed the shape of his eyes.  He was a living
doll.

Bob regarded the earrings hanging from his ears; after surgery, his castrated
testicles had been sealed in clear acrylic with a little golden chain
attached.  He had eventually found them permanently attached to, and swinging
from, his ears.  He was told that this was something that the Institute
requested be done, to always remind him where he had come from.  Bob was told
that they could be removed if, in the future, he determined that he just
couldn't live with them, but for now they stayed.  Bob decided that he liked
his new earrings; his balls were finally proving themselves useful for
something.

Bob thought about how he had to legally change his name when he got home and
what he would change it to.  He hadn't decided for certain; he was partial to
both Pamela and Elizabeth.

Bob sat on the couch in Dr.  van Damme's office, not believing what he was
hearing.  "So you see Bob, Gloria refuses to pay any money for charges
incurred after the surgery was completed.  That leaves you responsible
financially for your room and board since then, and for your wardrobe as
well."

"But I don't have any money Doctor, Gloria said she'd pay for all of this."

"I am afraid that you are mistaken.  Read this agreement she signed with you
and I am sure you will realize that she has fulfilled her obligations to you
entirely."

Bob took the offered paper and read it.  Gloria had done exactly what she had
said she would.  Bob felt his stomach sinking; he had signed away his entire
fortune to her.  "What can I do Doctor?"

"Well being as you owe me a considerable sum of money, I am sure we can work
something out."

Bob looked at his reflection in the mirror.  He was neither pleased nor
comfortable.  His hips and ass were crushed in the tight girdle which held up
his support stockings.  Likewise his breasts were crammed into a minimizer
bra, reducing their size to where he could zip up the black nylon uniform
dress he'd been issued.  He pinned on his name tag which read:


                              Robert Watson
                                Waitress


Dr.  van Damme had put an end to his plan to change his name.  Robert he was,
and Robert he would remain.

"How did I ever let her talk me into a lifetime contract?" Bob wondered, as
he went off to his job in the executive dining room.

Like his father before him, Bob worked his way up to the position of personal
maid to Dr.  van Damme.  Also like his dad, Bob's mind and body were
programmed with the sexual responses of a promiscuous slut.  Unlike his
father though, no trace of the old Bob remained.  Oh he remembered who he had
been, but not for minute did he ever regret what had been done to him; rather
he revelled in it.

While Bob's body was rearranging itself, in line with her long-range plans,
Dr.  van Damme also had Bob's subconscious mind manipulated until he was the
sweetest little submissive masochist possible.

Bob arose from bed and started getting ready for work.  He had been a bit
irritable the day before, but hadn't thought much about it.  The feeling of
extreme sensitivity persisted though, and his moodiness had grown more
intense overnight.  Bob made a mental note to see Dr Mason that afternoon and
mention it to her.

Bob was clearing away the remains of Dr.  van Damme's lunch when all of a
sudden he felt a searing pain tear through his abdomen.  He dropped the tray
he was carrying, grabbed his gut, and gasped.

"What's wrong Bob?" asked Dr.  van Damme.

"I don't know Doctor ..  aaaaagh!" the pain was back and this time it felt
like his innards were being twisted like a rubber band.

She helped him along to the clinic.

Bob lay naked on the examination table with his feet up in stirrups as Dr.
Mason conducted a pelvic exam.  He still felt cramps and discomfort, but not
as severe since the shot he had been given had taken effect.  Bob felt
whatever it was that the Doctor had placed up inside him slip out.  "What's
the matter Doctor?  Is it a problem with my operation?"

"No not at all Bob.  It's just nature's way of telling you that you're a
woman now."

"Pain?"

"Yes and you'd better get used to it.  Although I don't think that it will be
so severe in the future.  it's just that you're new plumbing is just flushing
itself out, so to speak, for the first time."

"You mean this pain won't go away?"

"No, it will go away, but it will be back every month like clockwork.  It's
your period."

"PERIOD! But I'm a transsexual."

"So what?"

"I thought that I wouldn't have periods and such things."

"You wanted Dr.  van Damme to make you into a woman didn't you?"

"Yes, but ..."

"Well she did just that.  You are now a fully functioning female, and I
emphasize the word fully.  Welcome to the sorority.  As long as we are here
in the clinic let me teach you some things you need to know." Dr.  Mason
reached down and picked up a plastic container.

"Now then, this is foam ..."

Back in his room Bob unpacked the bag of stuff Dr.  Mason had given him.
Pills, tampons, panty liners, douche, foam, and two dozen condoms.  Bob was
very conscious of the tampon up inside him, but Dr.  Mason had told him that
soon he wouldn't even notice it.  Bob had been embarrassed by the condoms
especially when Dr.  Mason had made him put one on a life size model of a
penis, telling him "it's a skill every girl needs to know."

Bob told her, "but Dr.  I'm not even interested in men."

Dr.  Mason didn't say a word, but thought to herself "Just you wait Robert,
just you wait."

Dr van Damme read the letter from Monica.  She and Gloria Watson were steady
lovers now, and had decided to move from the city to an estate in the
country.  Joe was the perfect maid, but the new mansion would be too much for
him alone.  Monica had let it slip that Bob had stayed on the island and was
working for the Doctor.  Gloria was tickled pink with the idea of having both
of the men who had been a threat to her, serving her as a matched pair of
maids.

Dr.  van Damme summoned Bob to her office.  He entered, dressed in his
standard uniform of white satin blouse and black taffeta skirt.  She ignored
him for several moments, then told him, "Bob I'm going away on a business
trip.  I was going to leave you here, but have decided that I need you with
me.  Take that suitcase and this."

She handed him a passport.  " Get dressed in the clothing laid out in my
bedroom and meet me back here."

Outside the Doctor's office, Bob looked at the passport.  It was French,
inside was a picture of him as he looked now, but that name; Yvonne
LaEsclave.  It was somehow familiar.  Where had he heard it before?
Suspicion grew in the back of his mind, but was quickly overshadowed by his
excitement at going on a trip.


10. Chapter


It was over a year later, when all the pieces of Dr.  van Damme's plan fell
into place one day; Monica wrote to her about her and Gloria's changing
plans.  They were going to be married in a radical lesbian ceremony and
Gloria wanted to move back to the city where they could be in the center of
the lifestyle that they lived now.  They would no longer be needing the
services of Bob and Joe, as they would be living in a lesbian commune and
Gloria wanted all memories of the two men erased from her memory.  Did the
Doctor have any ideas?

The limousine slowed as it approached the guardhouse.  Dr.  van Damme was
expected, and the guard passed the car through only after checking out the
driver.  Scrutinizing the security arrangements, she nodded in approval.
There would be no unauthorized entry to, or exit from, the Watson estate.

The long car proceeded onto the remote grounds.  After a short drive, the
house became visible, it was a mansion of the first order.  After stopping
the car in front, the driver opened the car door for her, Dr.  van damme
exited and walked up the steps of the house.  Forewarned of her arrival by
the guard house, the door swung open to meet her.

Dr.  van Damme was taken aback for a minute by the appearance of the
individual who greeted her.

"Good morning Doctor."

"Good morning." Scrutinizing her greeter, Dr.  van Damme noticed the
earrings.  "You must be Robert."

"Yes Ma'am, however the mistress requests that I be addressed as Babette."

"Well I'll be delighted to indulge her.  Babette."

Bob admitted her, removed her coat, and took it to the cloakroom.  When he
returned, Dr.  van Damme examined the youth, who was a product of her
Institute.  Robert Watson had started out with a strong familial resemblance
to his father, Joseph Watson and, having undergone identical physical
modifications, was now a perfect replica of his dad.  Bob was about five feet
seven inches tall, but his black patent spike heels added considerably to
that.

Sheer black stockings sheathed Bob's long shapely legs, ending on his upper
thighs, from where garters stretched up to disappear under his skirt.
Although it stretched the imagination to call that tiny bit of fabric a
skirt.  Bob wore a very abbreviated maid's uniform, even more extreme than
the ones that Gloria had originally dressed Joe in.  The skirt was held
almost horizontal by fluffy petticoats, both of which ended high on his hips.
The Doctor could see the boy's embroidered lace panties, his dark pubic hair
clearly visible through the delicate material.  As he stood there with his
legs slightly apart, she could discern his vaginal lips, with the profile of
the vulva he had developed, outlined in the satin crotch of his panties.

Bob wore no bra and his nipples poked out like tiny fingers through the black
satin of his uniform.  The lace edged neckline of Bob's dress barely covered
his aureoles, and the expanse of his massive bosom was fully revealed.  His
hair was parted in the middle, and the long blonde tresses were brushed
forward, to rest atop the creamy white globes of his breasts.
Shoulder-length black gloves had the fingers cut off to allow him to wear
them with his long fingernails, and he wore the obligatory cap and apron.
"If you will please follow me Doctor, my mistress will receive you."

Dr.  van Damme followed the youth, watching his ass wiggle in the lacy
panties, as he swished through the house before her.

Bob entered the sitting room where Gloria awaited their arrival, with Dr.
van Damme right behind him, and curtseyed.  "Dr.  van Damme.  Madame."

"Thank you Babette."

Bob curtseyed and withdrew to the wall where he stood with his hands folded
over his apron; the perfect maid, attentive to any desire on the part of his
mistress or her guest.

The two women greeted each other like long lost friends.  After some chatting
Dr.  van Damme asked "and how is Joe doing?"

Gloria explained, "I have decided, for the present, that Joseph shall be
called Yvette and Robert shall be addressed as Babette.  They look so much
alike that I kid my guests; telling them that they are the Ette sisters, Eve
and Bab."

The Doctor chuckled at the joke.

Gloria pushed a little button.  "I believe Yvette is doing the laundry now.
Let me show you how his training has progressed."

In a couple of minutes, the click of high heels on wooden floors could be
heard approaching the sitting room and then the rustle of petticoats.
Shortly a busty blonde, dressed and looking exactly like Bob, traipsed in and
curtseyed.  "You rang Madame?"

Dr.  van Damme, looked Joe Watson over.  He was an exact duplicate of Bob.
The only way she could tell them apart was by the fact that Joe's testicles
had been gold-plated and he wore the little balls permanently affixed in his
earlobes, while Bob's were sealed in clear plastic and swung from his ears on
tiny chains.

"Yes Yvette.  I desire that you pleasure me now."

"At once Madame." Joe obediently got down on his knees, while Gloria pulled
up her skirt and spread her legs wide.  Joe removed her panties, leaving her
in a garter belt and hose, then plunged his face into Gloria's pussy and
started licking it.

Dr.  van Damme watched as the pretty man's blonde head bobbed between his
ex-wife's legs.

"The old Joe Watson wouldn't do this in a million years," exclaimed Gloria.
"Now, as Yvette, he eats pussy every day.  Would you care to have Babette
service you Doctor?"

"No thank you.  Perhaps some other time."

"Oh well.  You don't know what you're missing.  Babette since you have
nothing better to do, attend to my feet."

Dr.  van Damme looked on in silence as the golden haired beauty, that had
once been Robert Watson, knelt down on nylon clad knees.  Bob gently removed
Gloria's alligator pumps then, being careful not to interfere with his
father, unhooked the garters and rolled Gloria's stockings down her legs.
Bob lifted Gloria's right foot to his mouth and started licking it.  After he
had covered the whole foot, he started sucking on her toes, ending up with
all five between his thick red lips.  Completing his servicing of Gloria's
right foot, Bob placed it back on the floor and brought her left foot to his
mouth.  While he was working on that one, Gloria lifted her right foot and,
using her toes, fondled Bob's tumescent nipples through his satin dress.

Gloria leaned back and shut her eyes, obviously enjoying the services of her
maids.  Dr.  van Damme decided that she had seen enough, excused herself, and
left.


11. Chapter


Bob had cleared away the remains of the excellent dinner which Joe had
prepared; he was quite the accomplished cook by now.  Dr.  van Damme, Gloria,
and Monica sat around the table drinking coffee.  "I think it's time to feed
the boys Monica.  You won't want to miss this Doctor."

As the three woman made their way to the kitchen Gloria explained.  "It seems
that both of them returned from your island with tremendous appetites Doctor.
Monica figures that this is a side effect of the process which filled out
their curvy bodies.  We found that the boys were putting on weight and I
couldn't allow that.  I mean think of the money I have invested in their
uniforms, and besides, they are perfect just as they are.  Don't you agree?"

"Yes, but I made them what they are, so I am more than a little prejudiced."

"No matter.  I took the situation in hand; Joe and Bob are strict vegetarians
now and I feed them only the healthiest of foods three times a day.  For
breakfast they get an orange, a bowl of oatmeal, and vitamins.  Their lunch
and dinner usually consists of beans and rice."

When the women entered the kitchen, Joe and Bob, who had been sitting at the
table waiting, sprang up to attention.  Monica got out two bowls; into each
she put two scoops of cold brown rice from a pot in the refrigerator, then
she opened a can of kidney beans and topped the rice with the beans, dividing
the can between the two bowls.  Monica put the bowls on the floor."You may
eat."

To Dr.  van Damme's amazement, Joe and Bob curtseyed saying "Thank you
mistress," then got down on their hands and knees and, like two dogs,
hungrily lapped at their obviously unappetizing fare with their rounded
behinds up in the air, fully exposed.

"No need to worry about them losing their girlish figures, and besides think
of the money I save on food." Laughed Gloria.

Later that evening Dr.  van Damme joined Gloria Watson in her den for a
nightcap.  They each had a drink and made small talk.  During a pause in the
conversation, Gloria said, "Let's see how my boys are doing." Knowing that
Bob and Joe's almost nightly ritual would soon be getting underway any minute
now, she pushed a button and a section of wall slid away to reveal several
television monitors and a control console.  She turned them on and selected
those cameras which gave good views of the bedroom and bath that Joe and Bob
shared.

Joe had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off his superbly
feminine body.  In the bedroom, Bob sat in front of the mirror, brushing out
his luxuriant blonde hair, dressed in an embroidered satin teddy.  Joe
wrapped a towel around his head, put on a short kimono style gown of jade
silk, came out, sat down on the bed, and started drying his hair.

"I thought the doctor who invented this hair said it was low maintenance."
Said Joe sarcastically, since both of them spent hours on their hair.

"No he didn't; he just said it would last forever.  If anything it is more
work than real hair since you can't do anything to it that lasts.  Sometimes
I wish that I could just get a permanent and not have to worry about it."
Said Bob.

"I'm really worried about the Doctor being here, it can't mean anything but
trouble for us." Whined Joe.

"Oh come on Evie, lighten up a little." Retorted Bob

"Don't you start in with that shit too.  It's bad enough with Gloria and that
crazy doctor.  When we're alone, just call me Joe."

The two of them had long ago discovered their relationship; Joe was troubled
deeply by their circumstances, but Bob was too far gone to care.  "I'm sorry
Joe.  Let me make it up to you by brushing your hair for you."

Bob came over, got on the bed behind Joe, and started brushing his father's
long blonde hair.  Joe knew that Bob liked what had been done to him.  In
fact, he'd been shown a videotape of the boy begging Gloria to have him
changed into a female.  "Bob is really into all this girl shit." Thought Joe,
who did only as much as he was forced to.

Joe didn't know it but, thanks to hypnosis and subliminal programming, Bob
craved humiliation and domination in addition to his delight in his new body.
Bob brushed Joe's hair until it shined, then leaned forward and whispered in
his ear.  "Let's fool around pop."

Being under Gloria's total control, her sadistic domination had erased any
inhibitions that either of them might have retained.

"I don't know ..." Said Joe.  Bob put down the hairbrush, reached around,
undid Joe's robe, took the revealed breasts in each hand, and started playing
with the nipples.

"Come on.  You know you want to.  Stop worrying about the Doctor being here,
there's nothing you can do to change anything." Bob stopped the foreplay for
a minute and slipped the straps of his teddy off of his shoulders, then he
pulled the teddy down to reveal his bounteous breasts, and resumed fondling
his fathers breasts.

Joe could feel Bob's hard nipples pressing against his back.  Thanks to
conditioned behavior, the father responded quickly to the son's caresses.
Joe turned around and looked at Bob.  Joe still had his strong attraction to
big titted sluts, and that's what he saw in front of him.  It no longer
mattered to him that this blonde bimbo had once been his son, or that she was
an exact replica of himself.  Joe's enlarged red lips met Bob's.  He pulled
Bob into his arms.  Their tongues hungrily sought one another, as each one's
breasts pressed hard against the other's.

It was times like this that Joe wished that he still had his cock and balls;
he'd love to be able to screw the beautiful blonde that his son had become.
Joe would never again screw any woman, but his sex change had left him with a
realistic vagina, along with his responsive clitoris which allowed him plenty
of potential for sexual relief.

Joe played with his nipples.  He was in seventh heaven as he looked down at
Bob's pretty blonde head.  Joe loved having his pussy eaten, and Bob was very
good at it.  Joe was too, although he hated to do it, and would do so only at
Gloria's command.

When Joe's pussy was dripping wet and he was grinding his cunt against Bob's
face, Bob stopped, stripped off his teddy and, as he had so many times
before, went to the dresser.  Joe knew what would be coming next.  It was
deeply humiliating, but then again, it felt so good.  Bob returned with a
huge double-ended dildo.

Joe laid back and spread his legs wide to receive his end of the sex toy.
Bob placed the oversized head of the rubber cock against Joe's cunt, and
gently pushed it in.  Joe's pussy was really slippery by now, but the
diameter of the dildo was so large that they had to exercise caution getting
it in.  Finally it was in as far as they dared force it.

Now it was Bob's turn.  He laid down and played with his pussy, preparing it
for what was to come.  Joe positioned himself so that the other head of the
dildo was at Bob's cunt lips, then thrust his hips forward.  Bob moaned as
the enormous dildo invaded him.  Before long, Joe was on top of Bob, their
tits mashed together, as they ground pelvis against pelvis, each of them
receiving extreme pleasure from their simulated fucking.

Dr.  van Damme watched from the den as Bob fell asleep in Joe's arms.  What a
bizarre sight that had been, watching the two stacked blondes humping one
another.  Gloria interrupted her thoughts.  "What I wanted to talk to you
about Justine, is Joe and Bob's future.  I must tell you that I have fallen
in love with that girl you sent to help me with Bob.  Monica and I do not
desire this country life-style anymore and we want to move back to the city.
I'm sure you see the problems which might arise if those two were to
accompany us.  Do you have any suggestions."

"Well, it's really funny that you should bring that up.  I have been asked to
approach you about the two of them.  It seems that there are two very
powerful and rich brothers and each wants Joe very badly.  They could not
agree on sharing him so they gave up on the idea of ever having him.  I told
them about Robert, that he was made into his father's twin, and they have
asked me to speak to you and find out if they are available."

"What do they want them for?'

"This may sound crazy, but they want to marry them.  These brothers share
some extreme tastes, such as bondage and domination, just to name a few, and
they would never in a million years find a real woman to tolerate what they
would insist on, as a matter of course, in a marriage.  Their only
requirement is that Joe and Bob be totally submissive with absolutely no
resistance left."

"Well Bob loves it when you punish him and I have beaten all the resistance
out of Joe." Said Gloria.

"If you're amenable, I would take them back to the island for a thorough
preparation as there are a couple of other changes the brothers want done.  I
think that this proposition would be in everyone's best interests, especially
since Bob would be happy in bondage and submission while Joe would always
hate it.  I have been instructed to offer you five hundred thousand dollars
for the two of them.  Do you find that offer fair?"

"More than fair and I'll accept it with pleasure," replied Gloria, "except
that I insist you take half of the money.  I don't need any of it thanks to
you and you've done more than enough to earn it."

Dr.  van Damme started giggling.

"What's so funny Justine?" asked Gloria.

"This will be so appropriate."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"This man who wants to marry Joe.  He is worse to women than Joe Watson ever
dreamed of being."

The two women sealed the deal with a toast to Joe and Bob's new lives.


12. Chapter


Bob and Joe were glad to be back on Dr.  van Damme's island and out of the
clutches of Gloria.  The two of them were again serving as maids for the
Doctor until further arrangements could be made.  Joe had no idea what would
happen to them, but he had been assured that they would not be turned into
streetwalkers.

Joe cooked and Bob had set the table in preparation for the arrival of the
Gonzales brothers for dinner.  Remembering the effect the brothers had on him
the last time they were here, Joe was thankful that he would be in the
kitchen, but he was not to be spared this night.  "Joe get out here."
Squeaked Bob, running into the kitchen after the table had been cleared.
"They want to give their compliments to the cook."

"Shit!" Joe removed the long white duster that he wore while cooking to
reveal that, under it, he had on the same French maid's uniform as Bob.  Joe
could see the effect that the presence of the masculine brothers had on Bob
as he waited on them; he was flushed, excited, and Joe knew from his own
experiences that Bob's pussy must be dripping wet by now.

Joe went into the dining room, curtseyed, and then stood with his hands
folded politely over his apron.  Bob came out and stood beside his father.

The Gonzales brothers were speechless as they stared at the two gorgeous
girls that they knew had once been men.

"How do you tell them apart?" Asked Hector.

"Oh there is a way, but I'll let you find out." Answered Dr.  van Damme.
"Don't just stand there.  Introduce yourselves." She told her two maids.

Joe curtseyed.  "I am Joseph Watson, sirs."

Bob followed suit.

Miguel Gonzales rose and came over to Joe.  "I just wanted to express my
compliments to the cook.  The cook in this case being so beautiful, I believe
that a kiss would be in order." Having been briefed on Joe's programming,
Miguel grabbed Joe and before he could say anything, pulled him tight and
kissed him passionately.  Miguel felt the former man in his arms tighten up
in resistance.  In short order though, Joe was betrayed by his conditioned
responses and was returning Miguel's kisses with all the fervor he could
muster.  Joe could not resist his carnal desires; he wanted to suck on
Miguel's cock, he wanted it filling his hot cunt, to feel it rubbing against
his swollen clit.  Joe was overcome with lust and passion.

Miguel broke off the kiss and Joe could see that Hector was kissing Bob, who
was responding in kind.

"Joe would you like to accompany Senor Gonzales to his room tonight?" Asked
Dr.  van Damme.

Joe could do nothing else but answer sweetly.  "Yes ma'am."

Miguel explained to Joe, "I desired you as the delicate Yvonne and now I
desire you even more as the beguiling Joe Watson.  The only problem is that I
want to keep you to myself.  Forever.  Tell me, how do you feel about that
Joe?"

Joe just stood there, hoping that Miguel would kiss him again.

"Answer the man Joseph!" Demanded Dr.  van Damme.

Joe would do or say anything by now, he was so horny; all he cared about was
getting it on with Miguel.  "I would love that sir." Joe said softly.

"He's all yours Miguel."

Miguel took Joe's hand and led him out of the room to his suite.  Joe
followed like an eager puppy.


13. Chapter


After their initial introduction the couples were inseparable.  Bob had just
spent a weekend alone with Hector and Joe was off somewhere with Miguel.
Hector returned from the other room.  Looking at the naked blonde girl in his
bed he thought that he must be the luckiest man in the world.  After thanking
God for his generosity, Hector tossed Bob a little box.  "Here, this is for
you my dear."

"What's is it?"

"It is your engagement ring."

"MY WHAT!"

"Oh don't look so surprised.  You and your father couldn't stay here forever.
Dr.  van Damme had to do something with the two of you, and she decided that
you and he would make the perfect wives for my brother and me, and we agreed
whole-heartedly."

Knowing better than to say anything, Bob kept his pretty mouth shut and
opened the box to reveal a tiny diamond ring.  "It's beautiful Hector, but
it's so small.  How will I get it on my finger?"

"My sweet, it is not for your finger."

Bob was awakened by Gloria and Monica.  It was very early.  "Come on boys,
get up.  Today's your big day.  You first Joe."

Bob watched, as his father was prepared for their upcoming nuptials, knowing
that the same actions would shortly be carried out on him.

Both Bob and Joe had been modified even further, since their betrothal, in
accordance with the Gonzales' desires.  Monica helped Joe off with his bra.
Both of them wore bras all the time now, even when they slept.  They had to,
they had undergone further breast enlargement to the point of absurdity.
They were now sometimes referred to in whispers as "the walking tits".  From
Joe's left nipple swung his diamond engagement ring.  His right nipple had
also been holed in anticipation of the plain gold band that would be set in
it today; symbolizing his absolute submission to the will of Miguel Gonzales.

Joe was helped to the lacing bar.  Grabbing it, he was pulled up off of his
feet, and a sort of corset cum bra was wrapped around him and laced up.  Joe
had a tiny waist as the result of liposuction and the removal of two ribs,
but nevertheless he was laced unmercifully down to the last breathless inch.
Bob would have been surprised if Joe's corsetted waist exceeded fourteen
inches.

The corset might, more properly, be described as a harness; it was white
satin, very heavily boned, with lots of straps and buckles attached to it,
and it took both Joe and the girls working together to get it on.  From the
back of the corset, straps were passed over each shoulder.  Joe lifted his
right breast and Monica held up the left one while Gloria crossed the straps
over Joe's chest, between his breasts, and hooked them to rigid cups on the
front of the corset.

Next a white leather collar was laced around Joe's neck.  This collar forced
Joe to keep his head erect and look directly ahead.  With it on he couldn't
move his head at all.  From the sides of the collar dropped two straps which
were passed around the outside of, and under, Joe's breasts and attached to
the other side of the rigid cups.  These little cups weren't designed to
cover Joe.  Rather they acted like a shelf, holding up his colossal breasts,
while the crossed straps separated them.  As the straps were tightened, the
burden of holding up his breasts fell on Joe's neck and shoulders.

Joe had been told what to expect next, and tried to face this phase with as
much composure as he could muster.  He grabbed the lacing bar to balance
himself while Monica spread his legs as wide as they would go.  She then
produced two rubber dildos.  The Gonzales brothers had made latex casts of
their erect cocks; these two were of Miguel's.

One of the dildos was slowly eased into Joe's manmade vagina as he stared
straight ahead, trying to ignore the indignities being wreaked upon him.
Monica worked the dildo in and out and shortly, in response to the
irritation, the lining of Joe's cunt reflexively secreted mucous.  When the
dildo was covered with the slippery emission, it was withdrawn, only to be
forced into his anus.  After it was fully inserted, the other one was slipped
into his wet cunt.

From the bottom front of the corset hung two straps and from the back, one.
The strap from the back was pulled forward between Joe's legs and buckled to
the two front straps.  These were cinched tight, ensuring that the rubber
cocks would be held firmly in place.  A tiny padlock swung between Joe's legs
locking everything together; his intended would hold the key, signifying his
dominion over Joe and his body.

Monica helped Joe to sit down on a satin covered bench, and pulled
ultra-sheer white nylons up his long legs.  Then they laced Joe into his
shoes.  Even with the alterations done to his feet, the poor man found
wearing these impossible.  They were made of white satin, with sky-high
heels, and no soles.  They didn't need them; they were like ballet slippers.
Joe walked on his toes in these shoes and could take only the tiniest of
steps.

As Joe was helped to his feet, it dawned on Bob that neither of them would
ever get dressed by himself again; they needed assistance just to get their
custom made bras on and neither of them could see his feet with their mammoth
mammaries held upand out blocking the view.  Not only that, if one of them
was to bend over to where he could see his feet, he might lose his balance
and the weight of his breasts pull him over the rest of the way.

Something like that had already happened to Bob.  Dr.  van Damme had made Joe
and Bob available as models and actresses for several porn magazines and
video productions.  While posing for the magazine "Buxom Blondes in Bondage",
Bob had been placed on his hands and knees.  With gravity pulling his jumbo
breasts down, Bob's nipples almost reached the floor.  That wasn't the worst
part of it, when the shoot was over Bob had to be helped up.  He couldn't do
it on his own.

While Monica tightened the suspenders from Joe's corset to his stockings,
Gloria laid out what looked like a circle of white fabric on the floor.  Joe
was helped to step into it and the it was pulled up and tied around his
waist.  Bob saw that it was a hoop skirt and that it formed a big cone from
Joe's feet to his waist.  Next a taffeta and net petticoat was pulled over
Joe's head and settled over the hoop skirt.

Clouds of silk and lace billowed about Joe as his wedding gown was placed
over his head.  His arms were guided into pointed sleeves of venice lace and
Monica buttoned up the back.  The puffed out skirts of Joe's gown flared out
from his microscopic waist and the top layer of ivory satin was gathered up
in a butterfly bow over his rear; revealing the underlying layers of taffeta
and tulle.  The front of the gown rose from the waist with a shirred bodice
to the Queen Anne neckline, but this wasn't your normal Queen Anne neckline.
The collar of Joe's gown covered and concealed his leather collar with
strings of pearls hanging down, but instead of just a little open area
between the collar and bodice, the gown just vanished under Joe's breasts and
his magnificent mammaries were exhibited for all to marvel at.

Gloria brought Joe his teeth and helped him get them into position in his
mouth.

Yes teeth!

The Gonzales brothers were connoisseurs of fellatio and, as in all things,
insisted on perfection.  Accordingly all of Bob and Joe's teeth had been
extracted and they had been fitted with false ones.  Before giving head Joe
and Bob would remove their false teeth, ensuring a perfect blow job with no
irritating scratches.  For this their special day though, the boys wore their
"special teeth".  These were a fiendish design, totally in keeping with the
Gonzales devotion to bondage, an enthusiasm which Bob and Joe were going to
share whether they liked it or not.  These dentures were all one piece, top
and bottom sealed together.  With them in place all Bob or Joe could do was
smile and look pretty.  That wouldn't be as easy as it sounded, for affixed
to the insides of the dentures were those rubber casts of the brothers
pricks, which filled the mouth, and extended down the throat of the wearer.

Joe's hair was brushed down his back and his headpiece put on; its veil
falling from a crown of fabric blossoms, lace, and pearls.  He was handed a
bouquet of flowers, only to discover that it artfully concealed a white satin
covered wire which was locked around his waist, and a pair of handcuffs,
which were fastened on his wrists.  With Joe's hands secured, the veil was
arranged so that it draped over him, a chiffon cage which covered everything
but concealed nothing.  Joe was helped to the bed, seated, and then the maids
came for Bob.

Bob had expected to be dressed identically to Joe, but this was not to be.
Instead, he looked like a mermaid in white satin; his skirt being of the
sheath type rather than the bouffant type that Joe wore.  Bob's shoes were
white satin pumps with six inch heels, and he wore a big wide hat from which
his veil fell.  His skirt was extremely tight, all the way down to his
ankles, which was why he'd been given the somewhat normal shoes to wear.
Even so, he could only take steps of about three inches.  Bob wore the same
type of harness as his dad and his breasts were similarly exposed.

Joe Watson was actually relieved as he tip-toed up the aisle escorted by
Gloria who, dressed in a black tuxedo, helped him to keep his balance.  Think
about it.  What can be more humiliating for a man, than to go to a wedding as
a bride, handcuffed, absurdly huge tits hanging out, with cocks wedged in his
pussy, ass, and throat, to be given away by his ex-wife?  Nothing, that's
what.  "After this, it's all downhill." Thought Joe, wondering for a second
if life as a cheap whore might not be preferable to this.  He didn't think
about it very long, for he knew that he was locked into his new life just as
securely as those dildos were locked into his cunt and asshole.

In front of the assembled guests, Gloria presented Joe to Miguel.  Taking
Miguel's hand, she placed it in the crook of Joe's elbow, signifying the
transfer of her interest in Joe to Miguel.  Joe could do nothing but stare
straight ahead, standing arm in arm with his husband to be, while Gloria
returned for Bob.

Monica served as the maid of honor, and when Joe was asked:  "Do you, Joseph
Robert Watson, take this man, Miguel Gonzales, to be your bounden owner,
master, and husband, undertaking to obey his every wish, serve his every
need, and remain a faithful and submissive wife, slave, and lover to him, for
as long as he may care to keep you." She answered, "He does."

The ceremony was repeated for Bob and Hector and thus father and son became
sisters-in-law.  Once the vows had been sealed it became apparent why the
wedding gowns were designed the way they were, as Joe and Bob received their
wedding rings.


14. Chapter


Joe was mistaken in thinking that his humiliations would end after his
wedding.  He would face new ones every day; starting the day after his
wedding.  The night of their wedding, Miguel had taken his new bride in every
manner imaginable.  Miguel's manly vigor was unflagging and for the first
time in his new body, Joe's subliminal appetites were sated.

Joe awoke in bed alone the next morning.  Grateful that Miguel wasn't there,
he went to the bathroom and gargled to get the taste of cum out of his mouth.
Joe came back into the bedroom.  His teeth were missing and there was no
clothing for him to wear.  He climbed back into bed and waited.

Joe looked up as the door opened and saw two maids enter the room.  They were
giggling and carrying a large case."Good morning Mrs.  Gonzales." Said one.

"We're here to help you pack." Said the other.

"I'm not Mrs.  Gonzales, my name is Joe Watson."

"That's not what Mr.  Gonzales said, and I notice that you're wearing his
ring." Said the first maid and they both started giggling.  Joe looked down
and saw that the satin sheet had slid down to reveal his right breast with
the permanently sealed gold band swinging from the piercing in the nipple.
Embarrassed, he pulled up the sheets and shut up.

Joe walked out and sat on the bed.  The two maids had been more than thorough
in helping him through his morning toilette.  He'd protested when one of the
maids produced an enema bag and he was told to bend over the sink.  She
explained that they had their orders; he was to be 'cleaned out' for his trip
to his new home, and Joe actually enjoyed the new experience of having his
bowels filled with hot soapy water.

The maids came out from cleaning up the bath and Joe asked them; "Where are
my teeth and clothes?"

"They have all been packed for the trip."

"I thought you were here to help me pack."

"We are, but you may have misunderstood.  We are here to help pack you!" One
of them rolled the big trunk to the center of the room, set it on it's side
and lifted the top off.  Joe saw the LV pattern on the outside, he hadn't
been aware that they made anything like this; trust Miguel to have only the
best.

"Mrs.  Gonzales.  If you please." Joe kept his mouth shut and walked over to
the trunk.  A maid helped him step into it and had him kneel down, putting
his knees into openings that had been molded for them.  The inside of the box
was made of some sort of very soft material topped with a layer of foam
covered with satin.  The maid placed some type of cover over Joe's calves and
buckled it into place.  "Sit back please."

Joe did as directed but felt something pushing at his cunt and asshole.  He
looked back and saw the maid attempting to guide, what looked like, two long
lubricated dildos into him.  "What the ....?" Said Joe, but at that instant
the other maid put her hands on Joe's shoulders and pushed down.  Joe gasped
as the rigid projections impaled him.

"There you go.  We want you to be comfortable for your trip.  Now put your
arms in these holes and lean forward.  There were two holes in the lining
outside of two deep depressions that were obviously intended to hold his
breasts.  Joe inserted his hands into the holes and leaned forward, the maid
guided his breasts into the indentations.  Joe's arms went down and then
forward as far as they could go where Joe's hands felt like they were in
gloves.  "I hope you are comfortable Mrs.  Gonzales.  Please hold still until
we are finished."

Joe wanted to tell her to knock off the Mrs.  Gonzales crap, but did as he
was told.  There was a click and Joe felt something shut around each wrist.
He tried to pull his arms out, but they were immobilized.  The last
attachment was installed.  A depression shaped as to hold a face, with a
rubber phallic shape projecting from it.  Joe offered no resistance as the
maid pushed his head down.  As the dildo entered his mouth, Joe noticed it
was hollow.  "Just breathe through it." Was the only advice offered as Joe's
face was pushed down into the soft satin lining that molded itself to him.

The maids put the top on and pushed it down.  Joe felt himself confined in
tight satin.  "It's a good thing I'm not claustrophobic" he thought.

After the buckles had been fastened, the maids completed their last task.
Each took a hand pump and attaching them to fittings outside the trunk, began
to stroke.  As the rubber lining under the satin inflated.  Joe felt himself
constricted tightly; no part of his body, not even a finger, could be moved
at all.  Finished, the maids called a porter who set the trunk upright, put
it on his handtruck and pushed it to the airfield.  Suspended inside the
trunk, Joe was aware of only the slightest sense of movement.

Airborne in their private jet, Miguel and Hector enjoyed fine wines and
shared tales of their wedding night exploits.  Strapped to the floor were the
two identical trunks in which Joe and Bob travelled.  "You know brother, it's
not fair that we enjoy such luxury while our brides travel without any
diversion whatsoever."

"As always, you are correct Hector." Said Miguel.  "Allow me to repair that
deficiency."

Miguel went over to the trunks where he plugged a cable into a receptacle on
each.  Returning to his seat, he pushed a button.  "There, that should
provide them some entertainment."

Inside the darkness of his bondage.  Joe heard music; soft violins.  Then the
dildo in his pussy vibrated faintly.  It ended quickly, but then the one in
his ass twitched.  Then his breasts felt as though they were being massaged.
What started out as a gentle teasing increased in duration and intensity.
Joe lost all sense of time and space, aware only of was the dildos pumping in
and out of him and the mechanical kneading of his breasts.  Every time he got
close to orgasm the whole thing would stop.  Later on the vibrations would
start up again, slowly, as they had the first time.

By the time he arrived at Miguel's remote estate every nerve in Joe's body
was quivering with desire.  He didn't know what country he was in, nor did he
care, all he knew was that he needed to be fucked.  NOW!

Joe was released from the trunk, but there were other needs to be tended to
first.  While Joe stood there panting, stainless steel bands with rings in
them were riveted around his wrists.  Only after this task was accomplished
was Joe led to the chamber where his master awaited his attentions.

Life on the estate fell into a kind of routine for Joe.  He spent each night
in chains on the floor at the foot of Miguel's bed.  A maid would come in at
sunrise and release Joe from his bondage.  He would be given a hot bath to
soak the kinks out and then dressed.  If you could call a corset, hose, and
heels dressed.  The corset provided the support necessary to hold up Joe's
huge breasts, but in no way concealed them.  Thusly attired Joe would be led
to the breakfast room.

Miguel liked to start his day with breakfast, during which time he would read
any faxes or telexes concerning his businesses and then read the Financial
Times.  He believed that being "on the edge" sexually, sharpened his business
acumen and it was his wifes job to keep him there.  Joe would be under the
table with each arm chained to a leg when Miguel would come down to
breakfast.  As soon as Miguel was seated, Joe would take his cock between his
gums and work it up to a erection.  If he failed to keep Miguel on the edge,
or accidentally pushed him over, things would go badly for poor Joe.

After Miguel had finished his breakfast, Joe would be released to go upstairs
where he would put in his teeth and don a dress.  This was usually nothing
more than a trifle of satin or silk which left all his charms easily
accessible to Miguel.  Joe would then be fed and put to his tasks for the day
which, as befitted a lady of his stature, were usually needlepoint, cooking,
and gardening.

It began to appear to Joe that there were indignities waiting for him around
every corner.  Miguel had decreed a fiesta upon his return.  In most feudal
societies there was an old custom known as 'droit du seignor' in which the
lord of the manor got first crack at the new bride of any peasant.  In this
case though, Miguel decided to try it in reverse to reward his faithful
retainers.  All the help got a crack at the new Senora Gonzales; Joe was sore
for a week.

There were even more torments to come for Joe.  It had been obvious that Bob
wouldn't be fathering any more children.  Not knowing about the exact changes
made to Bob, and assuming he was like himself, Joe was dumbstruck when Miguel
informed him that his son was pregnant.  Joe had been secretly proud when he
had become a father a twelve, but when his son became a mother at twenty-one
Joe's chagrin knew no bounds.  Especially when Miguel teased him about being
the sexiest grandmother in the world.  Joe never met his grandchild as Hector
had it delivered into the care of a wet nurse immediately.  At least the
child would have a chance of developing normally without seeing the reality
of his lineage.

A couple of weeks after the birth, Hector and Bob came over for a formal
dinner.  Joe was naked, gagged, and tied to his chair because of an outburst
at a dinner party the night before, and was jealous of Bob who wore a stylish
gown and had his breasts covered.

"Miguel, I have something here you must try."

"Very well, little brother.  What is it?"

Hector signalled the waitress who brought three glasses.  "Roberta, if you
will be so kind."

Showing not even the slightest embarrassment, Bob pulled the bodice of his
gown down to reveal his breasts.  Engorged with milk, they were even fuller
than they had been before.  Placing a glass under one massive breast, Bob
started squeezing out milk.  In almost no time he had expressed enough to
fill all three glasses.  Miguel, Hector, and Bob each took a glass and Hector
offered a toast.  "To my new son.  Hector junior."

They all sipped at the warm milk.  "Is this not divine?" Exclaimed Hector.
"We no longer use cow's milk in my house anymore.  By the way brother, when
do you plan to breed your Joe."

Miguel just glowered at this last.  He had been trying, but it just wasn't
happening.  "I want him to be called Josefina."

"Well anyway, you shouldn't starve him.  He'll need to keep up his strength
if you want him to bear nios for you."

Miguel thought for a minute.  "As always you are right little brother.  I
have an idea.  Josefina didn't get to try any of this fine milk.  Perhaps
Roberta would see his way fit to allow Josefina to sample some.  From the
source as it were."

Released from his bonds Joe went over to where Bob had pushed his chair back
from the table and got down on his knees.  He was almost crying as he took
the plump nipple between his gums.

"Don't worry pop.  Just kind of squeeze it and suck at the same time." Said
Bob as he grabbed Joe's head and pulled it in tight against his bosom.  Joe
did as Bob had told him and his mouth filled with the warm sweet fluid.  Joe
swallowed and repeated the action again and again; nursing at Bob's breasts
until they were dry.

Joe got up to return to his seat, but his troubles weren't over yet.
"Perhaps Roberta would like to have Josefina pleasure her in return for that
fine feeding?" Asked Miguel.

Bob just giggled and shook his head in the affirmative.  "You bitch!" thought
Joe.

Joe was in tears as he crawled under the table, pushed the hem of Bob's gown
up and pulled his panties down.  The salt of Joe's tears mixed with Bob's
pussy juice as Joe tongued Bob's cunt and nibbled on his clit.  Would this be
his final humiliation; forced to perform cunnilingus on the woman who had
once been his son?

Not quite.


15. Chapter


One morning Joe awoke and, instead of being led to the breakfast table, found
himself being put into his travelling trunk.  When he was released he found
himself at Dr.  van Damme's again.

Dining at Dr.  van Damme's that evening, Miguel saw a sight that was extreme
even by her standards.  The maid was a man.  That wasn't out of character.
What was, was that this one was obviously a man.  Oh he wore heels, hose, and
the uniform, but no makeup, wig, or cosmetics, and he spoke like a man.
"Playing dress up with the help again Justine?"

"Do you mean my new maid?"

"Yes."

"No dress up there."

"What do you mean?"

The doctor rang a little bell.  The maid clicked in on his high heels.  "You
rang Mistress?"

"Yes Sidney.  You may disrobe." The poor man looked distraught, but obviously
understood the hopelessness of his situation.  He undid his apron and took it
off.  Then unzipped his uniform and stepped out of it, revealing full breasts
unconstrained by a brassiere.  Real breasts.  Pulling down his petticoats
left the poor man clad only in garter belt, hose, panties, and black patent
heels.  He looked at the doctor with imploring eyes, but her only response
was, "panties too Sidney."

Sidney put his fingers under the waistband of his white satin and lace
panties and looked at the floor while he pulled them down and stepped out of
them.  Miguel was startled to see that Sidney had the sex of a woman.  "You
must tell me about this one Justine."

"Certainly Miguel.  How about over coffee."

After their coffee, they got down to business.  "Miguel.  This visit is an
unexpected pleasure.  What can I do for you?"

"A couple of things I hope Justine.  The first is not really a necessity, but
I would like it.  Joe, who I want to be known as Josefina, refuses to learn
Spanish, also he has embarrassed me at several parties with unsolicited
outbursts in English.  Why he once tried to tell a guest that his name was
really Joe and that he was really a man."

"The next item is one that I am afraid I really must insist on.  You see
there has been jealousy sown between Hector and myself.  Bob, whom Hector
calls Roberta, has given him a fine child.  He was very surprised, but
pleased.  The problem is that, despite my best efforts, Joe has been unable
to conceive.  Why for the past month alone I have fucked him three times a
day then tied him up upside down so the sperm would not run out, but to no
avail."

The doctor smiled for a minute then explained.  "The answer to both questions
Miguel is the same.  Joe won't speak Spanish or get pregnant because he
cannot.  The first problem is easily corrected and I will put my staff on it
at once.  The second is a bit more complicated." She explained the
differences in how Joe and Bob had been transformed and why Joe could not
become pregnant.

"Doctor, I am afraid that I must insist that you put Joe through this
Weinstein Effect, as you call it.  Our agreement called for Joe and Bob to be
identical and they are not." Dr.  van Damme thought about it.  She only had
enough drug for three doses left, but better to satisfy Miguel.

"Very well.  I will give Bob Weinstein instructions to do so immediately."

Joe was put under, never knowing what was done to him.  Bob Weinstein
monitored his progress and reported to Dr.  van Damme.  "Joe's transformation
is complete.  He set a new record for the change, probably due to his
otherwise total feminization.  All indications are that he will go into
estrus shortly."

"Good.  Make sure that he gets inseminated now.  I don't want to have to wait
another month."

"Yes Doctor."

Joe woke up one morning and as he was dressing became violently ill.  As he
vomited into the toilet he thought,"I must have the flu."

He went to see Dr.  van Damme and told her how he was feeling.  "Don't worry
Joe.  I'm sorry, Josefina, you're not sick."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Do you remember Josefina, after you were first changed.  I told you that you
were and would always be a man since you lack what truly makes a woman
female; a womb and ovaries?"

"Yes."

"Well I have been proven wrong.  At your husbands insistence, and against my
better judgement, we have made further adjustments to your body.  You are now
totally female inside as well as out, and as a result I have some good news
and some bad news.  The good news is you will no longer have to wear corsets
and be restrained." Joe rejoiced silently at this news.

"The bad news is that it's only a temporary respite; about eight months I'd
say.  You see you're pregnant." Joe fainted dead away.

Dr.  van Damme had two attendants move his inert form to the lab where a few
final adjustments were made to his mind.

Miguel Gonzales had returned and was seated in Dr.  van Damme's office
exchanging pleasantries with her.  "Miguel I am happy to announce that all is
as you desired."

The doctor spoke into the intercom.  "Clarice will you send in Mrs.
Gonzales."

Miguel watched Joe walk in and sit on the couch.  Joe was dressed normally;
in a dress, nylons, and heels, but something seemed different.  "Miguel,"
said Dr.  van Damme, "I am afraid I have cost you some money."

Miguel looked at her.

"You need to invest in some new clothing for Joe."

"What?" "Maternity clothing."

"Aha!." Miguel's smile showed that he was indeed pleased with this turn of
affairs.  Joe just sat with his hands together in his lap and stared at the
floor.

"Regarding your other concerns Miguel; I think a little demonstration is in
order.  Joe?"

Joe was shocked to hear himself replying, "Si Senora."

"What the hell is going on here." Joe thought to himself

"Just listen to this Miguel." Said Dr.  van Damme.  "What is your name girl?"

Joe tried to tell her "My name is Joseph Watson and I'm not really a girl",
but what came out of his mouth was "Me llamo Josefina Gonzales, Senora".

"Quien es el hombre?

"l es mi esposo Miguel."

"What the hell am I saying?  What has she done to me?", thought Joe.

"He comprehends Spanish and English, but thinks only in English and speaks
only in Spanish.  His responses are, for the most part, limited and
pre-programmed.  He'll never embarrass you again."

"Thank you doctor.  You have no idea how happy you have made me."

"Just don't put him in bondage or strap him into that trunk of yours while
he's pregnant."

It was a long nine months for Joe and if it had been difficult for him to
manage with his gigantic breasts, it became practically impossible to do
anything with them and a swollen belly.

Joe screamed all the way through his final initiation into womanhood and when
it was over; he lay there tired, torn, and bleeding, knowing that he would
never again know greater humiliation or pain.  Afterwards, when Joe's milk
let down his breasts swelled up to the size of watermelons.  Joe asked Miguel
what he should do, to which Miguel replied, "I don't know for sure, but we
can't let all that milk go to waste."

Joe worked on his needlepoint as the breast pump hummed and sucked the milk
out of him.  It was small consolation that the milk not needed for his own
child, whom he had never met, was supplied to a mother's milk bank to feed
orphans and sick children.  Miguel liked to joke with Joe about being
qualified for agricultural subsidies if he let Joe's mammaries dry up.
Eventually they did though; when he got pregnant again.


Epilogue


Justine van Damme reviewed the results of the Watson affair.  It had wound up
all nice and neat, with no loose ends; she wished they could all turn out
this way.

Gloria Watson and Monica were married and living in Manhattan, where they
were committed activists in the lesbian cause.  Justine had known that Monica
had a submissive streak in her, but had been surprised to see Gloria become
so butch.

Mark Walters and Sam Grenwald were toiling endlessly; concubines in the
perfumed prison of a Middle East harem.

Joseph and Robert Watson were beyond anyone's reach in South America where,
as Josefina and Roberta Gonzales, they would spend the rest of their lives
imprisoned in exquisite femininity.  Two more men who would never be heard
from again.

Closing the file, she savored a sense of accomplishment, but didn't linger
very long, thinking "oh well, that was fun, but on to the next case."


                                 THE END