Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2005 18:11:34 -0800
From: tbrscd@icqmail.com
Subject: Male Mistress pt3

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-Tiberius.

			Male Mistress (pt 3)

	Over the weeks between my return from 'training' and the end of
month transfer to another posting, I spent all the time I could with my
mother.  I knew I would eventually have to come out to her, but now was not
the time.  I spent my evenings with her, my days packing up everything I
wanted to 'take with me' and putting it in the rented trailer I had gotten.
The Friday before the end of the month I said good bye to my mother and
drove all the stuff over to the new house.  I arrived late at night and
immediately ran inside the house to dress appropriately for a woman moving
in to her house.

	I spent most of the night unpacking the trailer and sorting things.
Early the next morning, approximately four or five, I called it quits.  I
undressed only as much as I absolutely had to, and collapsed between my
covers in nothing more than a pair of panties.  I wished to sleep in, but
habit once more woke me at seven in the morning.  I showered, dressed in
'work around the house' clothes again and continued with my unpacking.

	Most of the Collin specific things I packed carefully away and
placed it in my attic.  The rest of the stuff (my primary computer that had
up till now resided at my mother's home, collectables that I wanted to keep
around me and a few pictures and posters from my youth, etc.) I placed
around my new home to make it mine.  Until now I had not had the lived in
quality in my home.  Once all my stuffed animals were on my bed and my
pictures were on my mantle, I started to really feel like I was at home.  I
was finished and returned the trailer by mid day on Sunday.

	It was early Monday morning when I got up to go to the center.  I
had packed the night before with the things they suggested I bring.  The
small suitcase beside me worried me slightly as it was not a lot to bring
for a month stay.  However, the brochure that was sent with my airline
ticket and instructions on how to get to the center stated that the changes
I was to undergo would make most of my clothing un-wearable so bringing it
would not be worth anything.  The brochure specified that loose work out
wear and loungewear was preferable as well as a very few outfits to wear
prior to the procedures began.

	I thought briefly about going as Collin, but I was confident in my
ability to pass.  I dressed that morning in my business suit in the hopes
that even were I to slip it would be excused as a butch career-minded woman
and not a man in drag.  My corset nipped in my waist appreciably and my
breast inserts gave me a bust line that I could be proud of.  With the
cream boat-neck top the lack of cleavage was unimportant.

	The brown power suit had a tight straight skirt that extended only
to mid thigh and the jacket covered almost all of that.  It showed off my
legs, but as I was most proud of them I felt they worked to help the
illusion.  My calves were especially accentuated with my high heeled brown
loafers.  The gold jewelry was understated and blended well.

	Sandy arrived shortly after six am and she and I left the house.
Sandy had gotten her learner's permit a few months earlier and I told her
that in return for getting me to the airport and back she could use my car
when I wasn't home.  I knew she'd take care of it.
        In no time I was there, checked-in, through security with no
trouble, and I was seated in my first class seat sipping champagne.

 	We took off as close to on time as you can expect these days and I
was riding high.  I was about to embark on a great change of life.  I was
turning myself into my ideal person, I was grabbing hold of my destiny and
I was doing pretty well at it.  A few of the people in first class didn't
seem to be echoing my sentiments, but the man sitting next to me seemed
almost as happy as I was.  As the plane leveled out and we were getting
comfortable for the long trip he leaned over towards me and cleared his
throat.

	"Good morning, I'm Alvin Davenport.  And you are?"

	"Hello, Colleen Ma- Mason."

	 "I'm in advertising.  I'm heading out to talk to a new client of
my firm and see the sights of Seattle.  You?"

	Luckily he didn't seem to notice my hesitation.  I recognized him
and didn't want him to recognize me.  We settled into the discussions of
strangers stuck in close proximity even though he wasn't much of a stranger
to me.  He was once a popular person in my High School; Football
quarterback, big man on campus, etc.  I was not even half that popular and
it was obvious he hadn't known me back then as well as I knew him.

	My cover story was that I was going for training on a new computer
system my company wanted to install.  I was head of IT for them and needed
to determine if it would be worth the cost to install it.  We discussed our
companies in very general terms.  It was part of the dance, I knew.  When
the inevitable eventually came around, however, I found it welcome.

	"So do you have someone to go home to when this is done, or someone
waiting for you when you get there?"

	"Nobody's waiting, but I have something casual back home."

	"I see.  I don't have anyone myself, but I'm moving around so much,
it's probably better that way."

	The tan line around his ring finger gave the lie to that, but it
didn't matter to me quite at all.  Meaningless sex didn't need honesty.

	"That's terrible," I continued, playing the game, "Everyone needs
companionship and something to go home to."

	"I guess I just have to find companionship wherever I can.  You
sound like someone who hates to be alone.  I'd volunteer to keep you
company if you wish.  I'd hate for you to have a bad time in Seattle."

	Opening shot in the bargaining phase.

	I played the shrinking violet and let the strong man lead me to the
slaughter.  I was sure I was going to do something with this man, but I
needed to see where he wanted to go with it.  "Oh, I do hate to be alone,
but I'll only be in Seattle overnight.  The training facility is a bit of a
ways away and I need to rest before the drive."

	"Well, we'll just have to make sure that one night is as good as
possible."

	"That does sound good.  But what can be done in the short time from
landing to bed time?"

	He took my hand in his and smiled dashingly.  I bit my lip hard to
keep from laughing.

	"Well," he continued, "running all over Seattle would just waste
your precious time.  Maybe we should just stay in the hotel and drink wine
and talk... or something."

	"That might be so...  I need to go to the restroom.  I shall have
to think about that proposition; I don't know what benefit it will have for
me, however."

	As I got up I brushed a hand across his crotch getting a rapid
reaction there.  Then I looked at him over my shoulder as I made my way to
the bathroom and went in.  I was unsurprised when I heard a tapping on the
door.  He entered quickly when I opened the door and grabbed me in a tight
embrace once the door was closed and locked.

	We kissed hungrily for a few minutes.  I was horny as all hell and
wanted this and he was no different.  His hand made its way under my skirt
to fondle my ass and found no cloth to block him.  My thong held my
surprise conveniently out of sight and feel, but I couldn't last a
concerted search.  I needed to take control of this.

	I pulled away a little and put a finger to his lips before he could
comment.  I slid down his body and released his little monster out of his
pants.  It sprang out ready to go, hard and leaking pre-cum.  I looked up
at him and had him watch me suck his cock down to the root.  His moans told
me he liked what was happening a lot.

	I sucked his cock, moving fast and hard.  He grabbed my hair and
twined his fingers in it helping ram my mouth over his cock faster.  In no
time he was tensing up and I took him fully in me to swallow his cum.  In
no time, he was done and he fell to the toilet seat in exhaustion.  I
reached into my pocketbook and found a condom.  When his cock seemed to not
be going down I stroked it a little and then rolled the condom down onto
him.

	Turning around, I hiked up my skirt and pulled my thong to the
side.  He was still too out of it to try to help, which was to my plan.
There was nothing for him to do but enjoy it when I slid his cock between
my ass cheeks and started pushing myself down over him.

	He started helping then, putting his hands on my hips and guiding
me down over him.  When I had him fully in me, I started to ride his cock,
using the walls of the room for leverage and support.  He reached around
and fondled my breasts, not even noticing they were fakes.  I was glad that
he had already cum as he lasted longer than me.  My orgasm was almost upon
me when I decided now was the time to spring my surprise.

	I grabbed one of his hands with mine and guided it down between my
legs.  He got the point and began to hike my skirt up and pull my thong
front away, preparatory to playing with my non-existent pussy.  When his
hand found my hard cock he gasped.  However, when he didn't say anything or
stop what I was doing right away, I knew he was mine.  His hand began
slowly stroking my penis, fondling the tip whenever his strokes got up to
that point.  In no time I was cumming all over his hand and his grunts told
me he was doing the same within my ass.

	I pulled myself off him and turned around.  My skirt was still
around my waist and my penis was sticking out towards his face.  I took his
hand and brought it to my mouth and began licking my cum off it and raised
an eyebrow at him.  He looked at me with hesitation all over his face, but
then something clicked in his mind and he leaned forward.  I was truly
surprised when he took my penis in his mouth and began sucking me off.

	The newness and excitement of this whole thing made my penis harden
right back to full hardness in no time.  He stroked my penis with his free
hand while his head bobbed up and down over me.  It was a bare minute
before I whispered to him that I was cumming.  When he didn't release me, I
came in his mouth and he swallowed it all.

	He sat there and looked at me as I began rearranging my clothing.
I opened the inevitable conversation.

	"So, now that you know, do you still want to spend the evening with
me in Seattle?"

	"I do," he nodded.  "I've heard of people like you but I never
thought I'd ever meet one.  I'm interested in knowing you better if only
for a little while."

	"Well then, you get to know me for one night."  I kissed him on the
forehead and turned for the door.  "I'll leave first, you get yourself
rearranged."

	The rest of the flight, we talked softly about our work and what we
do for fun.

	When we landed, we negotiated what we were going to do.  As I
needed a car for the trip to the clinic, I offered to get the car and drive
to the hotel if he rented the room.  I rented a Miata in standard and met
him outside the baggage claim area.  We threw our stuff in the back and
raced into town.  He directed me to the local Hyatt as he had a corporate
account there and we checked into a large king bedroom.  Once there, he
broke open the mini bar and offered me a drink.  I took a vodka tonic and
he had a scotch.  Then we sat and talked a little.

	"Why did you ever start wearing women's clothing, Colleen?"

	"That's a little complicated, as I don't really know.  As long as I
can remember I thought I should have been a girl.  I didn't like most
'boys' games and preferred more feminine pursuits.  I like to cook and I
like to play make-pretend more than I like football and the like.

	"When I got older, I took some of the clothing my older sister grew
out of and started to try it on.  I liked the feeling so much I kept doing
it.  I stole old clothes being thrown out or hand-me-downs to create my own
feminine wardrobe.  I just felt more comfortable when I was dressed like a
girl."

	"I see, so you live as a woman now?"

	"Yes, had my name changed and everything.  Most people don't know.
My boyfriend does, but I don't think he and I will ever be serious.  He
only wants me because I'm really a boy."

	"I can understand why he'd think so, but I'm sorry that he doesn't
want you for you."

	"That's fine, I'm sure some day I'll find someone."

	He slid over towards me and put his arm around me.  I turned to
face him, knowing what was next and met his lips with mine.  As we kissed,
he began to slowly undress me.  I let him do as he wished.

	He unbuttoned my blazer and slid it to the couch behind us.  Then
he began to unbutton my suit's wrap skirt.  I helped him pull my blouse
over my head and he looked at my inserts.  Shrugging, he took them out and
placed them on the table beside us and then he removed my bra with a
practiced movement and I was undressed to my corset, thong and stockings.
He stood me up before him and gently pulled my thong off.  Then he sat back
and admired me.

	"You're amazingly erotic looking.  Your figure and the clothes you
are still wearing are so feminine, but your chest and crotch are obviously
male.  I'm so glad I met you."

	"Thank you," I shyly replied.  I was blushing and I couldn't seem
to look him in the eye.  When he got up and turned my face to look at him,
he was smiling.

	"Such a feminine response.  I agree with you, you should have been
a woman.  Tonight I shall try to make you feel a little like one."

	With that he began to undress and I eagerly attempted to help him.
In no time he was naked and leading me to the bed.  We tumbled together
onto the turned down sheets and stretched out beside each other.  He pinned
me to the bed with a leg and his chest and began to stroke my penis while
he kissed me deeply.  I wrapped an arm over his shoulder and surrendered to
him.

	His cock was between us and growing by the minute.  He rubbed it
against my thigh in his excitement.  When he was at full hardness he pulled
away briefly and rolled over to get a condom from his wallet.  He rolled it
down his hardness and turned back to me.

	"How would you like to do this?" I asked him.

	"I want to watch you.  I want to see your body.  Do you want to
ride me?"

	"Ok," I smiled and straddled his waist.  I lowered my ass hole over
his cock and guided it in to the hole with my hand.

	He groaned as I slid myself down over him and grabbed my hips to
control the ride.  His eyes were wide open and he looked at me with
unbridled lust.  My excitement was at a peak.  This whole situation was
erotically charged.

	As I rode, one hand stayed on my hips keeping me riding him slowly
while the other began to explore my body.  His hand trailed from my
stocking clad legs straddling his thighs up to my waist to trace the boning
in my corset there.  His fingers lingered a moment at my nipples, fondling
and pinching them.  I gasped at that and tried to speed up, but he
restrained me once again.  Eventually his hands roamed once more to my
shoulders and up to my neck.  His thumb gently caressed my adam's apple as
he looked at it with interest.

	"It's not all that noticeable," he commented to me.  I smiled in
response to his kind words.

	His hand continued the exploration of my body.  He slid his hand
lightly over my shoulders and down my arm.  He took one of my hands from
his chest where I was bracing myself for the ride and brought it to his
lips.  He kissed and nibbled at my fingers.  When he took his hand away but
didn't stop sucking at my fingertips, I left my hand there for him to
enjoy.  His hand, now free, moved between my legs to grasp and stroke my
penis.

	"Why aren't you hard?  Don't you like this?"

	"I'm hardly ever hard when I'm being fucked.  I heard that most men
are this way.  The stimulation to the prostate keeps the erection response
down.  Sometimes I can if the pressure isn't too great, but this position
usually puts a lot of pressure on the prostate.  It feels great, but I
can't get hard."

	He accepted the explanation with a nod and continued to fondle my
penis.  Soon I could see him beginning to tense up.  His eyes began to
squint and his breathing became shallow and panting.  Soon I was rewarded
by that look that only men get as he grabbed my hips and thrust me firmly
down on him and shot his load into me.  I leaned down to rest myself
against his chest.  His cock slowly softened and finally a few minutes
later popped out of me entirely.

	I pulled the blankets over us and snuggled up to him.  His
breathing had taken on that characteristic sound and soon he was softly
snoring.  I didn't mind, he had given me the best night I had had in a long
time with a man.  He was a much better lover than Richard ever would be.  I
was just a new possession for Richard.  To Alvin, I was a person he was
intrigued by and was glad to spend time with.

	I fell asleep with a warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach.

	Sometime during the night I felt a hand stroking my penis.  I
moaned a happy, contented moan and the hand quickened its pace.  When I had
hardened I felt a condom being slid down the length of my penis.  I opened
my eyes to see what was going on.

	"I want to try it," Alvin said when he caught me looking at him.

	"Oh, baby, it can hurt a lot the first time.  You're probably not
going to like it much," I told him with concern tingeing my voice.

	"I need to try it though.  I need to know what you feel.  It's been
a day of firsts, please give this to me."

	"Ok, if you really want, but we do it right; just a moment."

	I got out of bed and went to my bags.  I dug into them a while and
came out with my anal lube.  I had him kneel on the edge of the bed and
spread his knees wide.  Using my fingers I began to smear numbing
lubrication around his anal bud.  Gently I began to insert a finger into
his ass to begin lubing him internally and to stretch him out as well.

	He gasped and groaned at the intrusion.  I tried to be as gentle as
possible, but he had to be stretched out before I tried fucking him or he'd
be in much worse pain.  I added another finger once he was used to the
first, stopping only to add more lubricant.  He gasped in discomfort on
that addition, and each additional addition, until I had four fingers in
him and sliding in and out with little pain.

	"Are you sure you want to do this, Alvin.  I've done what I can at
this point."

	He nodded his head vigorously.  I placed my well lubricated penis
at his slightly gaping hole and began to slide myself in.  I had prepared
him enough, I guessed, when he didn't even have an indrawn breath of
discomfort as I slowly slid in to my full length.

	I waited a moment buried fully in him before beginning to pump in
and out of him.  In moments he was groaning, but not in pain this time.

	"It feels so strange, but it's so good.  I can feel it in my balls
and in my cock and in my ass too."

	I pumped myself deep into him over and over.  His groans and pants
got faster and faster.  Suddenly without warning, he began to grunt and
pant in time to my thrusts.  When he moaned "oh, god" I knew what was next.
His limp penis began spurting cum to the sheets below him.  The erotic-ness
of being this man's first butt-fuck sent me over the edge and I came right
after him.

	When I pulled out, I moved as slowly as possible to keep the pain
to a minimum.  Then I examined him in the light.  There was no damage and
he looked like he would be fine.  I guided him to lie down and I shut off
the lights to cuddle up next to him, stopping only to discard my used
condom.

	"Thank you, Colleen.  I needed that.  I don't know if I'll ever do
that again, but if we meet again you have permission to do that to me
anytime."

	"I'm glad you liked it."  I snuggled into his shoulder and we fell
fast asleep.

	Early the next morning I awoke first.  I gently got out of bed and
went to the bathroom.  I showered quickly and did my morning ritual.  When
I came out, the darling was still out cold.  I dressed quietly in short
denim shorts, a camisole with bra built in and a white cotton button down
shirt.  I pulled on some socks and my hiking boots.  As I stood up to begin
brushing my hair, I caught Alvin looking at me.

	"Have you been watching me dress?"

	"Yes, I have.  I'm amazed by how feminine you look even when you
are naked and not nipped in by your corset.  I think I've fallen for you."

	"Oh, no.  Don't say that."

	"I have loveless marriage at home that I stay with only because of
my children.  I have a job I hate because it takes all my effort to keep
ahead of the new kids and keep it.  And most of all, I have never found
someone even close to as sweet and loving you are in all my life.  Please,
let me love you while I can and pretend that you return that love even a
little."

	I smiled and leaned over the bed to kiss him deeply.  He returned
the kiss with warmth and desire.  I made a quick decision.

	"I'm not here for work.  I am going to get surgically and
chemically altered into more of a woman.  I will still have my penis and I
hope it will still work, but I will also have real breasts and a female
form that doesn't take a corset.  If the plastic surgery works well, I may
not even look the same.  I tell you this because I could have just left you
in the dark and you may never have ever seen me again... but I don't want
that.

	"You were gentle and kind and you seemed genuinely happy to spend
your time with me.  The man I'm with treats me as another item he owns and
he will probably discard me some day, but you actually saw me as a person."

	I took out a pen and some paper from my purse.  I scribbled a note
down, folded it up and closed his hand over it.

	"This is how you can contact me if you really want to.  If you
don't, it won't hurt any, I'll take it as a really good night and nothing
more.  But if you call me, remember what I said and please treat me well.
My heart is open to you.  Don't open it now, but wait until I leave.  I
don't want to see your face when you read it."

	I kissed him quickly and gathered up my things.  I stopped briefly
at the door and looked back and smiled nervously at him before I slipped
out.

	I hurried to the elevator and pressed the button, but I couldn't
wait.  I didn't want him to read the note and try to catch me.  I knew he
still didn't recognize me and didn't want him to try to catch me before I
left.  So I ran to the stairs door and began running down the steps two at
a time.  In no time I was in my Miata and speeding out of the parking
garage.

	The note read:
	Dearest Alvin,
		My name really is Collin Marsden.  I know I have changed a
lot since we were in school together, and even if I haven't I wasn't all
that noticeable then.  However, one thing has not changed in all this time.
I think I loved you then as much as I do now.  You were a good person then
and I can't believe you married her.  She never respected you as much as I
thought you deserved.  If you want me to be your mistress I will do my best
to make you happy.  My number is 647-7306.

	I had just said goodbye to my first real crush.  I was friendly
with him, but not friends.  I watched him, the football quarterback, date
the head cheerleader and watched her fuck the basketball team and the
baseball team behind his back.  Being a social outcast allowed me the
ability to see what really was going on and I saw that she dated him only
for the prestige it afforded her.  She didn't date him for him.  I knew
then that if I was a girl I could be a better woman to him than she ever
could have.  From what I heard, I was right even now.

	I let the sports car open up on the highway.  It was a partly
cloudy summer day and warm.  The open top let the wind whip my hair out
behind me.  I smiled and enjoyed the day.  In minutes the day washed the
worry out of my heart and I laughed.  I had made my play and he would
respond or not at his own desire and there was nothing I could do.  I
looked forward instead to what lay before me.

	In no time, the two hour drive was at an end and I pulled up to a
wrought iron gate in front of a large brick building on a huge, well
landscaped estate.  It looked less like a hospital and more like a wealthy
mansion.  I drove up to the guard shack and handed over my packet from the
clinic.  The guard looked over my paperwork, my false ID and my true ID.
He smiled to me and handed my paperwork back.

	"Thank you Miss.  I hope your stay goes well."

	I thanked him and drove in the gates.  I drove up to the main door
and got out for the valet to take the car.

	"Good day, Miss.  I see you have a rental car.  I can return the
car for you, as you won't be needing it during your stay, and pick it back
up for you when your stay ends."

	"Thank you.  That would be great.  I have an expense account, but I
didn't think ahead and remember what the rental on a month for a car would
be."

	"Not a problem Miss.  It happens all the time."

	I handed him the keys and grabbed my purse and suitcase.  I then
walked in the front door and found myself in a grand entry.  Again I was
put in mind of a grand mansion.  A woman walked briskly up to me with her
hand out and a saleswoman's smile on her face.

	"Colleen Marsden, I presume?"

	"Yes, and you are?"

	"Dr. Jeanette Arlen.  I am the psychiatrist who will help your
transformation progress smoothly.  If you come with me I would like to
perform your entrance interview and then, if I am satisfied to your motives
and emotional state, we can proceed to meet your procedure doctor."

	I took a deep breath and smiled.  "I guess we should get started
then."

	She led me to a comfortable office in the back of the first floor
where she directed me to choose the chair that felt most comfortable to me.
I stretched out on the couch and she took a chair beside me.  She described
what she was going to do.  As she didn't have time to do a full
psychological profile she instead was going to hypnotize me and thereby
remove my inhibitions to telling her the full unvarnished truth.  She said
that this way she could determine if I truly wanted the operations that
were about to happen, whether my decision was wholly mine and if I was
really gender dimorphic.

	I looked at the flashing light as I was directed and didn't notice
fading out until she snapped her fingers and I woke up.  She was writing
something in a file and I asked her what she though.

	"I think that I can approve you for anything you desire of the
doctor.  You will most likely adjust to the changes very well with a little
support.  If you decide to go through with it, you will get a visit from me
daily for a little while and just be able to talk over what you're feeling.
With that I see no lack of adjustment."

	"Well thank you.  I think I'm more comfortable with the idea
already."

	"I know," she smiled.  "It's right here in your personality
profile."

	We then got up and I readjusted my clothing.  She led me over to a
bright office in the front of the building and within was a doctor in white
lab coat this time.  The doctor stood up and reached out her hand.

	"Dr. Olivia Moore.  I will be leading the team that will be doing
your procedure.  Let me quickly look over your notes from Dr. Arlen."  She
looked quickly through the coversheet on my folder and then she looked at
me.

	"Ok, what you have in your initial contract is a full procedure
with the caveat that the procedure be reversible.  According to Dr. Arlen
you are a prime candidate, psychologically, for full transformation.  Why
is there this need for reversibility?"

	"Well, before now, I wasn't sure that I really wanted this.  As I
have thought about it more, however, I have come to desire it more.  I must
say that now I have no real desire to reverse the procedure any more.  What
does that leave me with, however?  What are the different plans and costs?"

	"The good news is that by deciding to go for permanent
transformation, the procedure is quicker, cheaper and generally yields
better results, however it can be a little more dangerous as it
incorporates more brand new and experimental therapies.  I think in the
end, you will much prefer the permanent course."

	"Well, describe what the difference is, please."

	"In the reversible case we use saline implants to form a wider hip,
fuller feminine breast and we use subtle plastic surgery to soften the
facial structure.  We don't make many changes to the body to ease the
reversal if it is desired.  The change will be noticeable and will make you
easily pass for feminine, but a definite hint of your masculine self will
show through for people who knew you before to notice.

	"In the case of the full transformation, we use a few radical new
technologies.  First of all, for your breasts we have a cellular matrix
that is implanted like a breast implant, but instead of just taking the
place of breast tissue, it is seeded with your own breast tissue cells.
The matrix has a human growth hormone cocktail mixed into it that causes
the cells to multiply and form real breasts.  As the cells multiply they
break down and take the place of the matrix.  They will be almost
indistinguishable from b formed by puberty.

	"Your hips will be surgically broken and opened up wider just like
a natural female's would have during puberty development.  They will be
pinned for strength and your hip sockets will be repositioned slightly to
give a feminine tilt to your upper legs.  There is going to be some
physical therapy until your joints acclimate to the new geometries, but it
doesn't take very long.

	"We will break your rib cage and reform that as well to help form
your hourglass more.  And, we will be shortening your intestines a little
bit.  We find it helps to maintain that girlish figure if you don't absorb
quite as much food as you used to.  We will have you work with a
nutritionist during your therapy to maintain your health with your new
eating reality.

	"Your vocal cords will be shaved and thinned.  This will modify
your voice into a feminine register and is part of a massive plastic
surgery plan to feminize your face, neck and shoulders.  The only thing
that remains is the changing of your musculature from a male pattern to a
female pattern.  This will come naturally with focused exercise and hormone
replacement.

	"All of this is made much safer and more possible because of our
new discovery.  We call it formula Fem-28.  This is a cocktail of sex
determinant hormones, growth hormones, a hormone that is linked to the
healing process and a chemical that we found re-programs the hormone
producing glands of the body to switch into a feminine pattern.  Also, we
have found that with gene therapy, we can re-write your cells with new X
chromosomes to replace your Ys.  This makes your natural healing factor
work in our favor, repairing things into a form it thinks things should
be... your feminine self."

	"Doctor, that seems like a lot more, and harder, and yet you say it
is cheaper and faster.  How can this be?"

	"Well, first of all Colleen, if we need to change things back, it
makes the surgery harder.  We can't change too much or it makes it
impossible to return you to your original form.  If we instead are going
all the way, we can just make the modifications and don't have to worry
about being exactly according to some rigid 'plan'.  Any variance in what
we wanted to do is just a change of design rather than an irreversible
error.

	"Secondly, all our modifications are supported and helped along by
the formula Fem-28 and the nanomachines we use to deliver the formula to
all the places within your body.  When we give you your dosages your body
begins to change even before we go into surgery.  Everything we do from
that point on is just helping the process along.  The healing factors in
the formula, in conjunction with the nanomachines, speed healing by as much
as four to five times.  We will be able to let you go in about one month
with almost no visible bruising and scarring."

	"All right, I guess I see that, but I don't know what happens to,
well, my penis."

	"Whatever you want to happen will happen.  I see here that you are
listed as wanting to keep it originally, but I can just as easily turn you
into an outwardly perfect woman.  You won't have a womb of course, but
everything else you can have."

	"Well, I kind of wanted to keep my penis.  I know it won't work
anymore, but..."

	"Oh, no, that's the way it used to be.  With Fem-28 we have a few
options available to us now.  The chemicals and the like are delivered by
magnetically polarized nanometric particles.  The polarity enables the
particles to stay colloidal and not bunch up, enabling them to get through
the system faster and more efficiently.  By putting a ring around your
penis and testes during the active phase, we can keep the chemicals out of
your sex organs and keep them unaffected.  As a result, they will produce
enough male hormones to continue working and actually will increase your
feminine libido a little."

	"Oh, that is very good.  I would like that a lot, then.  I guess if
the procedure is cheaper to go all the way, I don't know why I wouldn't
want to do it, especially if it's better for me.  Sign me up."

	"Very good.  I'll reserve the operating room times, a nurse will
now bring you up to your room and I will be in shortly to give you your
first dose."

	In a sudden rush I was taken up to a room and told to change into
my nightdress by a tough battleaxe of a nurse.  She was kind of voice and
demeanor, but she definitely was a strong woman and she accepted no answer
but yes ma'am.  I had just gotten undressed when the doctor came in with a
tray.  She took no notice of my absurd modesty or my nakedness and handed
me a cup full of pills.

	"Here is the first installment of a very long drug regimen.  We
give you the drug in pill form mostly, but since it takes a while to get
into your system and build up to a plateau of effectiveness, I will also be
giving you this."

	I swallowed the pills she gave me, but almost choked on the water I
used when I saw the syringe she pulled out.  It was huge.  I closed my eyes
and prayed when she had me lean over my hospital bed and bare my ass.  I
hope I didn't yelp too loudly when she jabbed it in to the muscle, but yelp
I did.  Soon my ass cheek felt full of something.

	Next, she produced a soft elastic band with what looked like little
magnets all around the circumference.  She gently wrapped it around the
base of my penis and under my scrotal sack.  I assumed this was what was
going to protect my penis from the changes due to hit my body.

	"You are now scheduled for rest for a while.  I am sorry, but the
massive dosing that the plan requires will make you feel sickly for quite a
while until you are used to it.  I hope that it passes quickly.  Once Nurse
Beckett says you're on the mend, we begin the surgeries."

	I puttered around the room for a while, getting dressed in a light
nightshirt and putting my clothing and toiletries away until I felt I
needed to do something.  I opened the French doors to the porch and stepped
out to look at the grounds.

	Behind the mansion were walkways with women of every shape and size
walking around with nurse attendants and wearing various bandages.  I
thought I would head down to the yard when the first wave of sickness
passed over me.  I lost all sense of steadiness and staggered into the
room.  I barely made it to the nurse call button before falling to the
ground.

	Nurse Beckett came running in to find me crumpled up on the floor
beside my bed.  She cooed to me as she lifted me effortlessly up to the bed
and laid me out.  She checked my fever and clucked like a mother hen.

	"Hmm... this is starting earlier than expected, but not terribly
so.  I shall tell the doctor and see what she says.  I shall get you some
ice chips while I'm away, honey.  It'll all be alright, I've got you."

	That was the last thing I remembered coherently for quite a while.
I watched the walls and ceiling fade to a uniform grey and then that grey
got darker and darker.  I tried to shout or cry out in some way but the
grey turned black and I stopped having any conscious thought.  I slipped
into a dreamland where I was being operated on by ghouls wielding hacksaws
and hatchets.  They had my innards out all over the table beside me and
were laughing and splattering my blood around the room.  I couldn't scream
or anything.  I thought I was going to die... but then I felt the world
coming back to me.

	Somewhere in the back of my head I knew something had gone wrong,
or at least not to plan.  All I had, as consciousness returned to me, was
fear of what had happened.