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A Permanent for life. by Sandy Sullivan It was very lonely in my room, but it had been lonely in all of the rooms I had lived in. My Mother and Father had been killed in a car, bus accident during my first semester at college, Since I had no other relatives and no money of my own I had sold their house and with the life insurance money and the settlement from the bus company, I was relatively well off. I had decided to continue at college and was able to live well and pay all of my tuition. But now having graduated with a major in photographic journalism, and minors in business and computer science, I had barely over $ 250,000 left. I know that seems like a lot of money but at the present low interest rates it only provides $ 17,000 annual income. I had sworn to myself not to spend any more of the principle, so I needed some work real soon. I was determined to make it as a photo journalist, but so far had not been able to land a position in that field. I guess I will take a look through the trade papers again, maybe something quick will show up. "Hey here is one" I exclaimed. "Leading Professional Beauty Magazine desires complete set of photos, start to finish, of a patron receiving a machine permanent wave. Photos needed to illustrate article on the history of permanent waves. Fee $2000 will advance half on receipt of signed contract. Contact Ms. Sybil Smythe, --- Chicago, IL 312-3---2---" Wow, a little panic always livens things up! I have already spent most of the advance, and after phoning 34 beauty shops I haven't found any that still use machines to give permanent waves. The last shop I called gave me the name of one that might still use this method, and it is only a couple of blocks from here. I guess I will go get some lunch and then walk on over there and inquire. The sandwich wasn't too bad but the crowd of middle aged businessmen sure gave me a fit about my shoulder length blond hair. Some people really get uptight about anyone that looks different from them. I don't suppose you could blame them though, I am not very tall and do have a slender build. I fact I am actually about the size, or a little smaller than most of the women I know. Not that I know very many, I have always been very shy, and have never even had a real date. Somehow I have never had the courage to approach a girl for a date. Of course I have been out to the clubs but only in a group. I love to dance and usually the girls ask me to dance because of my ability. The truth is I am still a virgin at 21. I really like women, but maybe it is because I have always felt I wasn't man enough for them, that has kept me from having a close relationship. "The Sisters" is really quite impressive. A large colonial styled brick building with it's own parking lot. It certainly looks prosperous, well here goes, I have never been in a real beauty salon before. I always have my hair shaped and trimmed in one of those Unisex places in the mall. Well I don't guess they will bite. "May I help you" said the very tall, very blond receptionist as she looked down at me. I couldn't help staring as I stuttered and stammered trying to explain why I was there. "I am sure we cannot be of any assistance to you, we do still use machines but only for a few special customers, and we don't have appointments for that service coming up." "Oh, here is one of the owners, she may know of something." "Hi,I am Margaret Merrill, I'm sorry but at this time I'm afraid you are out of luck." Boy this place is full of tall beautiful women, Ms. Merrill was also tall and a very striking brunette. "But Ms. Merrill" I tried to explain "I must get a set of photos of someone, I have already spent my advance and must mail the photos by the day after tomorrow. Maybe if I would pay for the service one of your employees would agree to be the subject." Ms. Merrill replied,"I do sympathize with you young man, but all of my operators wear their hair in certain styles to promote current trends in hair fashion. None of them are in need of a permanent wave at this time."--------"But wait if you are really as desperate as you say, why not let us give you the permanent?"---- "Me" I gulped, "But I'm sure they want it to be a woman."-- "Young man, with the proper clothes and a little makeup no one would know the difference. Besides, that is the only solution for your problem that I can offer." "But who would take the pictures" I offered weakly. " I am sure you could show us how to operate your camera, it doesn't look too complicated. But make up your mind, we will have to start soon as it will take several hours to complete this little project, and it is almost 2 o'clock now." Ms. Merrill replied. "Do you really think it would work? --- what can I do with my hair after you finish? --- I mean can you put me back like I am?" I nervously stammered. "Yes" she laughed "it will work and if you don't like the way you look when we finish we can always straighten your hair. Now if you will just go with Janice she will help you change clothes and appearance so we can get started on our little project." Janice, the operator who had just walked up conferred a few moments with Ms. Merrill, then took me by the hand and led me toward the rear of the establishment. Janice opened the door to what appeared to be a dressing and bathroom area. "Take off all of your clothes and I will obtain an outfit for you" she instructed. "All of them?" "Yes all of them, you must wear the proper foundation garments if you are to present a realistic appearance." When I had finished stripping, Janice measured my chest, waist, and hips and asked what size shoes I wore. She then entered a large walk in closet and returned with several items. As she instructed I managed to struggle into a cleverly padded all in one garment. For some reason, as I was getting into this garment, I was beginning to feel a strange exhilaration and I had to place my erected member in an upright position. Janice told me to suck in my stomach as she pulled the back zipper up. This garment was padded in the hip, buttock, and breast areas so that I now appeared to have a very feminine shape. Because of the powerful restricting qualities of the garment I was required to stand in a very erect manner. Of course this caused the padded breasts and buttocks to be emphasized even more. Janice then assisted me in donning a pair of stockings and showed me how to attach them to the special tabs provided on the foundation garment. I could not help blushing, as I was sure Janice was aware of the strangely exciting effects the stockings were adding to my already exhilarated state. Next was a beautiful beige blouse of some soft and silky material that was decorated at the cuffs and neck with delicate ruffles of lace. To this she added a pair of brown pleated pants with a back zipper. On my feet she placed a pair of brown shoes similar to penny loafers only with a higher heel and more delicately styled. "Come sit at the vanity so I can apply a little makeup." instructed Janice. "Just lipstick should do for now, we will do a complete make over later in the process. Now, if that is where you would like to start your photo series, we can return to the reception area." The shoes Janice had provided were quite comfortable, but the foundation garment was so restrictive I had to sway my hips in a feminine way to walk. Ms. Merrill was waiting at the reception desk when we returned. She greeted me in a manner that seemed to increase my excitement even more. "My, you look like a perfect young lady, and we haven't even begun to change you." Ms. Merrill said. Change me! Was there some hidden meaning in her statement? But before I could question her or even think about it very much Ms. Merrill had snapped several shots of me entering the door, and Janice was leading me to the working area of the salon. At this time I can not even remember agreeing to let them give me the machine permanent, but it seemed the resistance I had initially felt to this idea was rapidly vanishing. Although I had not seen myself in a mirror yet, the clothing I was wearing was having a definite effect on me. I seemed to feel very passive, and was actually filled with anticipation for what was to come. Janice led me into a room set off from the main salon. It contained a mirrored wall with low cabinets in front of it, a shampoo bowl and chair, a styling chair facing the mirrors, and a hair dryer attached to a chair. In one corner was a large machine on a stand that I assumed must be the permanent wave machine. It had a large number of insulated wires, with clamps on the end of each, dangling from what I thought must be a control head since there were several dials, lights, and switches on the front of the large round top. I had no idea at this time what part the machine was to play in the waving process but it was most imposing, maybe even frightening. "Please remove your blouse, we don't want to spill any thing on it." Janice's words startled me back to attention, I must have been staring at this machine longer than I realized. "Put on this smock and lean back at the shampoo bowl." Janice instructed. Janice was very thorough and I really enjoyed the way she shampooed my hair. Wrapping a towel around my hair like a turban she told me to be seated in the styling chair. She removed the towel and used it to dry my hair and then used a blow dryer and brush until it was barely damp. While she was drying my hair I was staring at myself in the mirrors and as she fluffed my hair out the excitement I had been feeling seemed to grow even more. Perhaps because of the excitement or maybe fear I had begun to tremble and now was actually shaking. She began removing trays of different items from the cabinets and placed them along the top in convenient reach. We were now joined by Ms. Merrill, who was carrying my camera, and another beautician whom she introduced as Tara. "Oh my, you are shaking like a leaf. said MS. Merrill. "Tara,please bring some wine to help soothe her jitters." As soon as I had drunk the wine a warm glow seemed to fill me and soon my shaking had stopped. I did not drink normally but if wine makes you feel this good I will certainly try it again. Ms. Merrill noted that I had calmed down and told Janice to proceed.Ms. Merrill began taking photos as Janice and Tara, one on each side, started working on me. Beginning with a center part each operator would section off a small amount of hair and pull it through a slit in a rectangle of some sort of felt like material. This piece was placed next to my scalp with the section of hair extending through the center. They would then place a clamp like device over the felt pad and secure it around the hair. Next they applied a creamy looking lotion from a squeeze bottle and combed it through the section of hair. After the lotion had been applied they would place a metal roller at the end of the hair section and roll it toward the scalp, securing the roller to the clamp. Janice and Tara continued with this procedure rapidly and soon had most of my head covered with these roller devices. While Ms. Merrill took another photo of this stage of the process she inquired-- "How do like your conversion so far?" I was at a loss as to what reply I could give, I seemed to be in a trance and all I could do was sit passively and watch the amazing change in my appearance that was occurring. With the rollers all over my head I looked just like a woman! Whether this strange sense of passiveness was due to the fumes from the lotion, which smelled very strongly of ammonia, or to the waves of excitement that were coursing through me. I seemed to sense some sort of ominous overtones in Ms. Merrill's question, what could she mean by conversion? ----- Although I could not remember actually agreeing to have the permanent wave put in my hair, things had happened so fast and progressed so far I was afraid to back out now. I certainly could not just walk out in this condition. I must admit that I was enjoying the great feelings of excitement and anticipation that had come over me. Even though I was beginning to suspect that Ms. Merrill had more in store for me than just a permanent wave I seemed powerless to resist. The restriction of the foundation garment constantly reminded me of the huge erection I had, and it seemed to be growing by the minute. The two operators had finished securing the last roller and all of my hair was now completely fastened up in these curling devices. Such strangely exciting feelings coursed through me as I stared at my reflection in this condition. Janice re-wet all of my hair on the rollers with the same lotion, and asked me to please be seated in the chair under the permanent waving machine. As I arose from the styling chair I realized just how heavy and uncomfortable these rollers were. Ms. Merrill had taken photos of the completed rolling and now that I was seated in the chair was taking more as Tara commenced placing a clamp over each roller. These clamps were attached to insulated wires that hung from the head of the machine. The clamps were cylindrical and completely covered the hair wound on the roller. I watched my reflection in the mirrored wall with fascination, each time Tara attached another clamp my excitement and euphoric feeling seemed to mount to a higher level. It was obvious to me now that any idea I might have had about backing out was impossible. I was securely fastened to the machine with so many wires and clamps, that only one of the operators could free me. I sensed that Ms. Merrill had no intention of allowing that to happen. My hair was going to be permanently waved by these women and there was nothing I could do now to stop it. Tara had now completed placing all of the clamps, and was adjusting dials and switches on the control panel of the machine above my head. "Well since we have you safely secured I shall take some photos now, and then I must attend to certain other details of your conversion. Tara has set the controls to the proper temperature and timing to give you a firm and long lasting curl. You will be connected to the machine for about an hour, so Janice will be able to do something about improving your hands while you are processing. If your head becomes too hot, or you think one of the clamps is burning your scalp, let Janice know immediately." with that informative but chilling statement Ms. Merrill left Janice to attend me while I sat bound to this machine. How did I get myself into this predicament?. It is almost as if these women were just waiting for me so they could do this. It certainly appears that they are enjoying themselves. What can I possibly do when this ordeal is over? Obviously my hair is to be firmly and permanently curled by this machine. Even though I don't have any relatives or close friends, my landlady, and the women at the grocery store, and the restaurant are bound to know my hair has been curled. How can I face them? What if somebody recognizes me from the pictures,---- and "conversion" what does Ms. Merrill mean by that?----- Is that just a figure of speech? "Your other hand!" Janice said shocking me back from my worries. She had set up a manicure table, attached some false nails to my left hand, and now was proceeding to do the same to my right hand. "Why are you doing that to my hands, I just wanted pictures of a hairdo." I asked. "Ms. Merrill gave instructions that we are to make you appear completely feminine and as beautiful as possible. She wants the pictures to be as realistic as possible." Janice replied. Oh my, how will I ever get this all undone? As I worried what was happening to me, Janice shaved both of my hands and forearms with an electric razor. She filed the false fingernails into long slender ovals and then applied a clear polish to each nail. "I will only apply the base coat now since I won't know what color to use until your makeup is done." Janice told me. While Janice was placing the manicure table by the hair dryer I became aware of how uncomfortable I was. The weight of all the steel rollers and clamps was making my neck tired, especially since could hardly turn my head because of all the wires connecting me to the machine. At least the smell from the lotion wasn't as strong as it had been, but the heat from the machine clamps was really uncomfortable. I called to Janice telling her how hot my head was becoming. "That is to be expected". she replied. " This process operates on the principle of increasing heat. The lotion we applied softens the hair so it will assume the shape of the curlers. The machine generates heat through the clamps fastened over the curlers. The increasing heat causes the lotion to steam out of the hair and hardens the hair into the new shape on the curler. The machine will cut off in five more minutes so just be patient." Janice rolled a cart in front of me that contained a TV monitor and VCR. She started a tape and then brought a miniature set of headphones and placed them in my ears. Janice left the room as the tape began to play scenes of beautiful landscapes, seashores and mountains. The sound to this tape was of some strange New Age music that repeated itself periodically. As I watched and listened a soothing, peaceful, and happy feeling came over me. I did not seem to be any less excited, only less anxious and fearful. Ms. Merrill returned to the room with Tara just as the machine clicked off. Janice donned a pair of gloves and removed the hot clamps from my head. Ms. Merrill snapped several photos of this being done and said. "Now that your hair has been curled, we must cool it before removing the curlers. If you will go back to the styling chair Janice and Tara will start the cooling." As I rose from the chair under the machine I almost fell. It must have been the continuous excitement, the smell of the waving lotion and the heat from the permanent wave machine that had made me feel so weak. Ms. Merrill assisted me to the styling chair and said. " I'm sure you will find the rest of your conversion will not be so uncomfortable." Janice and Tara each used a small blower to cool my hair, and it certainly was a relief. They soon shut off the blowers and started removing the rollers, clamps and pads. As they removed each one a long golden ringlet would fall until soon my head was a mass of golden curls. When the last roller had been removed, Janice led me to the shampoo bowl and rinsed my hair. Ms. Merrill snapped several more photos of these proceedings. After the rinse I was returned to the styling chair, and with a towel around my hair I placed a new roll of film in my camera. Janice combed some liquid through my hair and started setting it on plastic rollers, using clips to hold each roller in place. AS Ms. Merrill took more pictures she said. "She is setting your hair in a certain pattern so that we will be able to arrange it in a suitable style." As soon as this was completed another beautician, who apparently was the makeup artist, looked my face over carefully and after comparing some color samples with my face told Janice what color nail enamel to use. As she left the room Janice placed me under the hair dryer and Ms. Merrill took photos of me under the hair dryer. While my hair was drying Janice applied a soft pink color to my nails and then a coat of clear sealer. As she finished one hand and then the other I was amazed at how feminine my hands now were. Having finished my nails, Janice repositioned the video cart and started the tape before again leaving the room. As the dryer droned on my mind began going over everything that had been done to me. Never could I remember having been so excited and for such a long period. My testicles were actually beginning to ache. Glancing from my hands to my reflection in the mirror I wondered why I was enjoying what these women were doing to me. As they increasingly changed my appearance the strange feelings within me became more overwhelming. I began to look at the tape again since I had enjoyed it so much the first time. Ms. Merrill and Janice returned just as the dryer turned off. Ms. Merrill took several pictures and then said. "We will soon be through and I just know you will be delighted with your new appearance." Janice placed a satin bonnet over my curls and led me to the makeup room. In the center of the alcove devoted to makeup was a large padded bench over which was suspended a large light fixture. Near one end were several machines with various dials and switches that I assumed were for giving facial treatments. Elaine, the makeup artist, told me to lie down on this bench. After arranging a cloth over my clothing, she placed a dark pad over each eye. "It is necessary to shield your eyes from the bright light I will be using. I will be shaping eyebrows to begin with. You will feel a pricking sensation, but just remain absolutely still until I have finished." Elaine advised. It seemed forever before she removed the pads from my eyes, the pricking sensation she had mentioned felt more like being repeatedly stuck with a needle. She produced a hypodermic syringe and told me she was going to deaden my earlobes so the earrings wouldn't bother me. She said people who had not worn earrings before found them uncomfortable. She Injected each ear and then began applying makeup to my face, eyes and lips. As she attached a gold loop to each ear I was glad she had deadened them. It felt just like she had punched a hole in my earlobe. Ms. Merrill had been taking photos while Elaine was working on me and she handed me my camera so I could change the film again. Janice had me remove the smock and replace it with the ruffled blouse I had worn earlier. I was then brought back to the room where the permanent wave had been given and seated in the styling chair. Janice removed the satin bonnet and started taking the rollers out. As she removed the rollers my hair stayed in the shape it had been set in. Sitting in the chair wearing a feminine smock, and with my set hair, I looked just like a woman,--- and I liked looking like a woman! What was happening to me? My appearance had been so drastically changed already and I was actually wanting them to hurry so I could see myself when they finished! Janice then began brushing and combing my hair. I could see while she worked that she was arranging my curls in an updo. Ms. Merrill had been taking pictures while Janice worked and as Janice finished my hair style by applying hair spray Ms. Merrill said. "With your fair skin I new it would be easy to complete this first part in your conversion." As I gazed at my reflection I saw a beautiful young lady! Piles of artfully arranged golden curls, a beautiful face with long dark eyelashes, sweepingly arched eyebrows, seductively pouting pink lips, gold earrings dangling from pierced ears this was me! I stared at what I had become until the mounting waves of passion completely overcame me as I blissfully fainted. " I believe that you have a new member for our little family Ms. Merrill, he has fainted from excitement!" exclaimed Janice. "Yes and the stain on the front of his slacks is the proof. It seems our little photographer is to willingly become a slave to his new found beauty. The proper tranquilizer and that tape with the sublimnal messages is quite effective in creating the desire to be a woman. Please revive him at once as I have many more surprises for our new girl to be." Wow , the sharp smell of ammonia burned my nose as I awakened, I must have fainted. As my eyes cleared I could see a spreading stain on the front of my pants and I blushed with embarrassment as I realized I had ejaculated while looking at myself in the mirror. I raised my eyes to the mirror, yes it was true and not a dream, my hair had been permed, set, dried and arranged beautifully, my eyebrows were highly arched, my face had been made up, and as I reached up to touch the dangling earrings, I saw my false polished nails and confirmed that my ears were pierced. My eyes met those of Janice in the mirror as she watched me stare at myself. Embarrassed or not I could not stop looking at my beautiful new self. I am beautiful --- and I love it, what in the world has happened to me. I should not be thinking this way--before today I had never had any desire to look like a girl. But, I could feel my excitement growing again and moved my hands to hide the beginning of another erection! "Don't be embarrassed!, obviously you have just had a wonderfully exciting experience. I think it is just terrific that you could climax while looking at your new found beauty. If you think you have recovered enough why don't you come over here and I will take some pictures of you now that we have finished with the permanent wave you wanted. Just drape the jacket over your arm and that will hide the spot in your pants." Said Janice. As I got up out of the styling chair, I realized I was still a little shaky. Since I had never fainted before in my whole life I didn't know this was normal. Janice took several pictures of me in the styling room . Standing by the permanent wave machine, and by the styling chair. Then we walked through the salon to the reception area and she took several of me at the reception desk and waving as I went through the door. I was a lot less shaky now and was actually enjoying the posing . While we were walking through the salon I noticed there were no more patrons and realized how late it was. I had been so engrossed in my now beautiful self I hadn't even thought about what I was going to do. Maybe I will be able to sneak into my room tonight without being seen. Tomorrow I can worry about how I can cope with the world. Ms. Merrill said they could straighten my hair if I did not like it but what can I do about my arched eyebrows and pierced ears. But wait, tomorrow will be soon enough, right now I just want to enjoy how I look. Oh wow, did I really think that? What am I doing I should not be thinking like that! I started out today just to get some pictures and somehow all this happened and now I look like a beautiful young woman. Janice had said they were finished with the permanent wave I had wanted. I didn't come here wanting a permanent wave, but now I am thrilled because they did it to me. I can't go back to my normal life looking like this, but oh God I love how I feel and look. "If you will come with me we will get you cleaned up for dinner with Ms. Merrill as she wants to speak to you." Janice smiled and said to me. I followed Janice back to the same dressing room where all of this had started, where she instructed me to again remove all of my clothes. She assisted me in removing the body shaper and then after putting on a pair of surgical gloves she opened a foil pack and removed a moist towelette. She began wiping my penis and scrotum and all of the places my ejaculate had touched. " Please excuse the gloves, nothing personal you understand, we must be careful however until we have had your blood tested."said Janice. She then placed the soiled towelette and her gloves in a special container that she said was an incinerator. I was already embarrassed enough from ejaculating in my pants and fainting. When she had me remove all my clothes and started washing me like a baby I was really mortified. But obviously not embarrassed too much. While she was washing me I couldn't bring myself to watch and instead looked at my reflection in the mirror. Oh no, I am starting to get another erection. What is she talking about, a blood test? I understand her precautions against AIDS but why will I need a blood test. After putting on another pair of gloves she opened another pack and took out another towelette, with this one she only wiped my penis and scrotum. As soon as she started I could feel my penis and scrotal sack going numb. Seeing the anxious look on my face Janice said.. " Don't worry, the numbing effect is only temporary. But you won't be as likely to soil yourself, or more nice clothing while these Things are under control. Besides, I will be able to make your clothing fit better with Them out of the way. I noticed that even in the air conditioning you were sweating while we were working on your conversion, please step into the bath and we will get you all cleaned up. You really should be all fresh and sweet for new clothes " After placing the second towelette in the incinerator she removed her gloves and placed them in also. I stepped into the bath as she instructed and she began rubbing a strongly perfumed lotion all over my body from the neck down, covering everything but the palms of my hands and the soles of my feet. Janice told me to just stand there for a few minutes while she selected a new outfit for me. I started to ask her what the lotion was for but she had already left the bath. As I waited for her to return, I found myself hoping I didn't, mess up my hair or makeup while bathing. The lotion was beginning to burn and itch and when Janice finally returned I told her how uncomfortable it was. She began running water and testing the temperature and then told me.... " As soon as we rinse it off I am sure you will be delighted with the results." As she reached up to the shower head I then realized the shower was a flexible hose like you see in motels for handicapped people. She told me to look up and she began rinsing the lotion off of my body. She accompanied the rinse by rubbing her other hand all over my body. She was right, the numbing effect of the towelette had my THINGS under control. She then took a large towel,patted me dry and dusted me all over with a wonderful smelling powder. She handed me another glass of that wonderful wine and told me that might help my discomfort. Reaching over to a pile of underclothing she had brought into the bath she placed a pink corset around my waist as I watched in the vanity mirror. It just seemed natural to automatically face the mirror and check my hair and makeup as soon as possible. I wonder why I did that? I can't remember ever doing that before. As I gazed at my beautiful new appearance, Janice began pulling the laces on the corset. When I protested at how tight she was pulling them she told me.... "Your waist is a little too large you know, and if you want to be beautiful you will have to be prepared to suffer. Besides, you know by now that you really do want to be as pretty as we can make you." It was true for some unknown reason I wanted very badly to be beautiful. And even though while they were working on me in the salon everything they did to me was uncomfortable, even painful I had been extremely excited by all that they did. And OH!, the results were certainly worth all the suffering. As Janice placed a lovely pink lace padded brassiere over my arms and fastened it in the back. I realized I had never been so happy. She reached inside the cups of the bra and pulled my flesh up causing it to rest on the top of the pads. I was amazed at how this made it look like I had breasts! Janice knelt down and began squeezing my scrotum and I felt a sharp pain as she pushed my testicles back up inside my body. Before I could get my breath back she had secured them there with some tape. "What are you doing! That really hurts." I cried. "Ms. Merrill does not allow anyone with a male appearance upstairs. Since she has been kind enough to invite you to dine with us, I am helping make your appearance acceptable. It is obvious that you enjoyed all the pain and discomfort we put you through today. In fact I wouldn't be surprised that before long you asked, maybe even begged for more pain and suffering just so you could stay pretty and feminine." Janice replied. Janice took another piece of tape , and while looping it around my penis told me to pull my butt cheeks apart. When I did she pulled the ends of the tape back between my legs and pressed them to my cheeks. Standing back up she handed me a mirror so I could see what she had done. Oh my, everything seems to have disappeared! Even the hair! I hadn't had much hair anyway just some blonde fuzz right around my penis and some that was barely visible on my legs. But now I was as bare as a cue ball. "There isn't that much prettier now that we can't see those ugly THINGS anymore. Of course if you need to urinate you will have to remember to sit. Now turn around and sit on the vanity stool and put on this pair of hose."Janice said. I drank some more wine since it really had made me feel better before. The pain from my testicles was subsiding somewhat, but I still sat down very carefully. Surprise, it wasn't as uncomfortable to sit on my penis as I had feared. Janice opened a new pack of very sheer hose and reminded me how to put them on. After I had fastened them properly to the corset tabs, she handed me a pair of lacy pink panties to wear. Before I could pull them all the way up she told me to wait as she unwrapped a sanitary napkin. "This is in case you have another accident." she smiled. " I really don't like to clean up that nasty stuff" Next came a pair of medium heel pink pumps. I sat on the vanity to put them on. Standing up as she brought out a pink dress I found I was not too wobbly. But even the low height of the heels was enough to make me stand more erect which enhanced the illusion of breasts. OOh, I thought as I glanced in the mirror, I hope I don't faint again. Those feelings of excitement I had felt before were fast replacing my embarrassment. She carefully lowered the dress over my hair and zipped it up the back. After adjusting the fit here and there, she placed a diamond pendant on a gold chain around my neck, and a gold bracelet on my left wrist. "Now turn around and take a look, YOUNG LADY." Janice said. There was a full length mirror on the opposite wall and I had managed a few glances before, BUT NOW I WAS a vision of a perfect young lady. The pushup bra, the tightly laced corset, the fitted dress top and flaring skirt created an unbelievable image of femininity. Janice, holding me by the shoulders quickly turned me away from the mirror. "Oh no young lady, we don't have time for another clean up. We must hurry. It is almost time for dinner." Said Janice. She must have seen me starting to tremble. Looking at myself in the mirror had brought a rush of intense excitement again! Janice held me by the hand and led me out of the bath. I was having some difficulty walking in the heels until Janice instructed me in how to place my feet so that my toes and heels touched the floor at the same time. After a few steps like this it seemed to come natural and was much easier to walk. We went down a hall to an elevator where Janice pressed the button for the third floor. We exited the elevator into another hall, however this one was decorated very elegantly. Janice stopped at a set of beautiful wooden doors and held one open for me to enter. In the center of this very large room was a huge oval table around which were seated many very lovely women. Janice led me to the near end and had me stand behind the empty chair. Janice seated herself in the chair to my right but indicated for me to remain standing. Ms. Merrill was seated at the head of the table and said -- "Ladies, this is James Sanders." The meal had already begun, but everyone had focused their attention on me when we entered the room. I wondered how she knew my name ? I don't recall telling anyone my name. Ms. Merrill began introducing me to the women around the table. "James, she said looking to her right "This is the Honorable Clarice Newman, United States Senator." Turning to her left she introduced " and this is the Honorable Marsha Powers, U.S. Representative; the second person on my right is Her Honor Alicia Dumont, Judge of the state superior court." The second person on my left is Adriana Covington, Doctor of Medicine; the third person on my right is Erica Powell, Doctor of Pyschiatry;......" And so it went from side to side of the table, at first I wondered why Ms. Merrill did not just go around the table but then I realized that those who seemed to be of greater importance were seated closest to her. I was impressed, here I am seated at a private dinner with some of the most important and powerful women in the country. Ms. Merrill must think that there is something about me that is worthy of such an honor. I was extremely pleased to be here, especially since everyone was so pleasant and seemed happy that I had joined them for the meal. When Ms. Merrill had concluded the introductions she asked everyone to continue eating and enjoy their evening. I was served a salad by a maid in a classic maids outfit, black dress, white apron, and cap. I noticed there were several more maids standing around the room near the walls all of whom were watching very closely the persons in front of them. From time to time they would remove a plate, or fill a glass without anyone saying or doing anything, obviously they were well trained. Janice advised me to not eat too much after the salad since I would become very uncomfortable while wearing the corset. During the meal many conversations were going on around the table and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and the company of the others. When everyone had finished eating Ms. Merrill asked for everyone's attention and said.------ "James came to us this afternoon wanting pictures of a machine permanent wave. Since no one else was available he decided to have us give him the wave. I must say the results are excellent, don't you agree ladies? " After much agreeable comment such as lovely, adorable, etc. I was sure my face must be beet red from blushing. Even though I was blushing I loved every word. How strange, that I should enjoy being described in those terms. However Ms. Merrill did not allow the comments to continue very long and soon resumed.----- "The hour is growing late and I am sure James is tired from all he has experienced today so I am going to excuse him at this time. Charles since it is so late and it really would not be safe for you to walk home at this late hour. A room has been prepared for you. I would be pleased if you would be our guest tonight and then you and I can talk about your future in the morning." Janice escorted me to the hall where she introduced me to a small brunette wearing a maids uniform like those in the dining hall except hers was pink. "Charles this is Felicia, she has been assigned to take care of you while you staying with us. She will provide for all of your needs. I will see you again in the morning." With those words Janice returned to the dining room. Felicia led the way to the elevator and took us to the second floor. The first thing I noticed was that the hall on the second floor was not decorated at all like the third floor, in fact it was very plain almost like a hospital. Felicia turned right as we got off the elevator and went to the last door on the right side. The interior of the room was much more pleasant, although there was no carpet on the floor. The floors were very shiny vinyl and there was a dresser, a full length mirror and a single bed. As she started unzipping my dress Felicia said "I must help you prepare for bed. I will help you remove your clothing and your makeup." I noticed Felicia had not said anything on the way here and that she had a very strong accent when she did speak. While she was helping me get undressed I asked her about where she was from and how she came to be a maid. Her story was very interesting she told me in how she came from the mountains in Central America with her family to this country and how she got separated from her family at the border. She said she was very fortunate to get across and came here with a group of men who went to work as gardeners for the landscape firm that worked the grounds of this establishment. She said one day Ms. Merrill noticed her working in the yard and brought her in and talked a long time to her and that is how she came to work as a maid. I told her I thought it strange that such a small pretty girl was working as a gardener instead of domestic work. She had just finished removing my corset when she totally shocked me by saying that she was a boy when she worked in the garden. I was stunned by that and had to think for a few minutes, during that time she removed all of my makeup and rubbed a very soothing cream into my face and neck. She was so gentle I nearly dozed off. Felicia began to tell me how kind and generous Ms. Merrill had been to her by taking her in and getting citizenship papers for her. She said how hard her life had been living with the gardeners since the work was very hard and the men were always harassing her because she was small. She then had me stand naked in the bath room while she rubbed a very nice smelling cream all over my body. When she went to the closet to obtain clothing for me I finally recovered somewhat from her bombshell of having been a boy and began to ask questions. "Do you mean you are dressing like a girl so you can work as a maid?" "No--" Felicia replied. "Ms. Merrill made me a girl so I could work for her as a maid. "You mean you are a girl now? I asked in surprise--- "Yes,-- I am a real girl now, Ms. Merrill make me into real girl, she is so good to me, she has made me very happy." "I don't think I understand, Ms. Merrill forced you to become a girl? You mean you have been operated on?" I asked. "Yes, I have had the operations, and no I was not forced, in truth I beg her to make me a pretty girl. But now you must put these things on to sleep, and no more questions. Ms. Merrill will talk to you tomorrow and tell you every thing".she replied as she wrapped a corset around my waist. "Oh no, not another corset! How am I supposed to sleep in that." I exclaimed. "You must wear the corset at all times to have the little waist. But don't worry this one is not nearly so tight. Now put on this gown, you must sleep soon to be ready for your big day tomorrow." Felicia said. She was right the corset was not too uncomfortable, and the lovely night gown was long and felt very good against my hairless body. Felicia tucked me in and kissed me on the cheek. How sweet I thought, but before I could thank her she smiled and said--- "You are so beautiful, I think maybe you beg too very soon." With that she turned off the light, closed the door and left the room. A television screen in the wall that I had not noticed before came on and began playing the very same program I had seen in the beauty salon. I thought how am I supposed to sleep with the television going? But I soon heard that lovely music again and found myself becoming very drowsy. I must have had too much of that great wine at dinner.---------------------------------- What did she mean beg,----oh yes now I remember, Felicia said she had begged Ms. Merrill to have her operated on.--------- Me beg to be operated on,--- how silly. I do love the way I look now, and it was so exciting getting the permanent, but asking to be castrated ---no way!------ You know as a photo journalist I work alone ..... maybe I could keep wearing my hair like this. Gosh if I wore makeup too, then it would look natural to wear some of these nice clothes, hmmm my clients would probably never know if I didn't tell them. I might have to do that anyway since they arched my eyebrows and pierced my ears. At least until the eyebrows grow back in, if I don't wear earrings the holes should close up pretty soon. I'll just have to find somewhere to stay until then, where nobody knows me. "Wake up sleeping beauty. It is time to get ready to see Ms. Merrill. You don't want to be late for your big day." Felicia was shaking me, as I tried to crawl up out of the deep sleep I had been in. She had brought a breakfast tray with her and the coffee smell was wonderful. While I sat drinking the coffee Felicia was puttering around in the bath and clothes closet. I was just enjoying the coffee and thinking how nice it felt to sit here in this lovely night gown when I remembered everything that had happened yesterday. I stood and walked over to the mirror to make sure I was not just dreaming. It was real, my eyebrows are arched and the loop earrings are in my pierced ears. Except for the satin sleep bonnet and no makeup I looked just like I had yesterday. It is not a dream, and I could tell the lotion Janice had rubbed on my penis was no longer effective. I was getting another erection looking at my self, this is so strange, but oh how good it feels. Felicia came back in the room and said. "You must hurry and eat, we must start getting you ready." "I,m not hungry now I'll just drink the coffee." I said turning toward her. "Oh, you like yourself when you are pretty." she said. I blushed as I realized she had seen my erection pushing against the nightgown. Felicia led me into the bath and removed the satin bonnet replacing it with a bouffant shower cap. After she had removed the corset I stood in the shower while she bathed me. (I could get to like this personal maid business.) Felicia dried and powdered me all over and removed the shower cap. When I stepped back into the room the operator who had done the makeup yesterday was waiting. I hastily pulled my robe together as she told me to be seated at the vanity. She immediately went to work applying the various cosmetics. She carefully explained each item and how to apply them Just as she was finishing Janice entered the room and began refreshing my hairstyle. Soon only Felicia remained and she quickly laced me into a lovely pale lavender corset with pushup padding in the bra cups. Next she produced a latex item similar to a condom but constructed of much stronger and thicker material. Since I was already erect from watching Janice fix my hair, she had no trouble slipping it on and rolling it down. With a quick motion she shoved this sleeve further on, allowing the head of my penis to pop out of the open end. Molded into this sleeve was a long strip of sturdy latex hanging down. Felicia produced a cold wet rag and applied it to the head of my penis causing a rather quick droop. She quickly brought the end of the latex strap back between my legs and fastened it to the back of my corset. Since she had already replaced the tape holding my testicles inside me, I once again had a very feminine appearing groin. She explained that this device was much more secure than the tape and would be more comfortable. Of course I would have to sit to urinate. After putting on very sheer lavender hose, she gave me a beautiful pair of very lacy nylon panties. Again I was given a sanitary napkin to place in my panties. The wrapper on this one said Overnighter with Wings and was very thick. Felicia showed me how to fold the flaps around the crotch of the panties. This pad completely covered me from above the base of my penis to the top of my crack in the rear. Inside the tight panties they were slightly uncomfortable, but some how made me feel very secure and feminine. The dress Felicia had picked was a scoop necked sundress, very light and was a pale lavender and white flower print. Soon Felicia had the dress fastened and adjusted to her satisfaction and led me to the elevator. Again I was impressed by the richness of the decor on the third floor. Felicia knocked on a door and after receiving permission opened the door and closed it behind me. I was standing in a very large room that was furnished as an office. Ms. Merrill was seated behind a huge desk and asked me to please be seated, motioning to a straight back chair right in front of her desk. "Well James, it was obvious yesterday that you liked the permanent wave. I think you also like everything that has happened to you since you came to us yesterday. Now we must discuss where you go from here. Am I right in thinking you are a little afraid to return to your place of residence?" "Yes Ma'am, I do love the way I look and have been very excited by everything that you have had done to me. But I am not sure I can think of any explanation for my new appearance. I am sure my landlady would not understand." I replied. MS. Merrill paused for a moment, as if in deep thought, and then said--- "We may be able to help you James, you see while you were in the salon yesterday one of my employees went to your apartment yesterday." I started to express my surprise and anger, but Ms. Merrill held her hand up and said--- "Please hear me out James. I knew that you would be hesitant to go home looking like you do now, so I sent one of my employees to your apartment to help you. She told your landlady she was a friend of yours and that you had asked her to go there and pickup some things for you. You had been called out of town for a job interview and would be gone for a few days. She was going to meet you at the airport with your clothes. So you see you don't have to worry about anyone missing you for a while. However I had also instructed my employee to look around so we might learn more about you. I must say I was not too surprised when she reported that you had numerous books and magazines about lesbians in your apartment. I already had some suspicions that you were deeply interested in women, if not in a totally normal way. I didn't believe any totally normal male would ever get up enough courage to attempt a project such as you came to us with. I knew that you had to have at least some type of identification with women to not be afraid or embarrassed to come to a real beauty salon. James I believe it is your fantasy and desire to be a lesbian." My emotions quickly changed from surprise and anger that she would have invaded my apartment, to deep embarrassment. She had learned my deepest secret! When I was eleven or twelve we had moved to a new city and our next door neighbors daughter had totally captivated me. Shirley was fourteen, with long curly brunette hair, and absolutely the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. It wasn't long before she had taught me how to orally satisfy her desires. She had been very skillful and had excited me so much that I always ejaculated while satisfying her. When I realized later how she had trained me at such an early age, it was too late and my total sexual desire was to worship at the fountain of woman. Later while at college I had been shared by two lesbian seniors who used me to do menial tasks for them Always controlling me by the reward of allowing me to perform oral sex with them. When they had graduated, the fear of AIDS had, prevented me from seeking another relationship of any kind. Seeing my embarrassment and the beginning of tears Ms. Merrill quickly said--- "James there is no need for embarrassment! You are among friends. Everyone in this building appreciates and has a great respect for every thing feminine. We all understand your orientation and desires. You see all of us are totally committed to the female ideal and life-style. All of our business interests are totally supportive of making people beautiful, independent of the opinions of others, and in control of their own destiny. James I believe that you also might like to join our organization. Here you will be free to express your delight in femininity. We have learned of your degree and especially of your minor in computer science. We have a need in our organization for someone to manage a new computer project. Perhaps you could be just the person we are looking for." Ms. Merrill had all of my attention now, I had never met anyone who could understand my feelings before. But now my mind was full of questions. I began to ask, and then found myself rushing to get the words out. "I am not sure I understand everything you have said, but if what you mean is that I could work for you and would not have to have all of the beautiful things you have done to me undone, -------well I would at least like to examine the possibilities." "I can make arrangements for you to stay with us here for a few days. During that time we will give you some tests to be sure that you would fit in. I will meet with you some more and explain all of the details to you, and answer any question you might have. However since you are going to stay with us, I will have to ask you to let Dr. Covington give you a physical examination. Living with us in the same building, makes it necessary to be sure that you are not carrying some dangerous virus or disease. I am sure you understand our precautions." Ms. Merrill informed me " Yes Ma'am, thank you for being so understanding." I said. "Very good. Felicia will escort you to Dr. Covington, and will attend you during your stay with us. Please follow all of her instructions and everything will go well." With that Ms. Merrill pressed a button and Felicia entered to take me to the Doctor. Felicia and I went back to the elevator and returned to the second floor. She led me to the opposite end of the hall and opened a door for me. As I entered a nurse stood up from behind a desk and said---- "Ah, you must be James. You really are as pretty as I had heard. Please follow me James." I turned to look but Felicia was already closing the door on her way out. I had hoped she would be staying with me because I was a little frightened and wanted to cling to someone familiar. "I am Miriam and I will be with you throughout your examination. Please remove all your clothing as this will be a very complete examination." the nurse said handing me a paper gown. I did as she said and the followed her to the bath. The nurse removed the tape holding my testicles inside me and then told me to bend over and put my hands on top of the commode. She reached up a took a hose from the wall and before I could protest, inserted it in my rectum. "Why are you giving me an enema?' I asked. "Because you are going to have a rectal exam, surely you don't expect the Doctor to examine you without you having been cleaned out do you? Now take a deep breath and relax your stomach muscles we have a lot more water to get in you yet." She replied. Bent over like I was the only thing I was seeing was the commode. I looked back under myself and almost laughed at how strange my penis looked in that latex sleeve. I began to notice my stomach growing larger. Every time I took a deep breath and relaxed my stomach muscles as Miriam directed, my stomach would distend more. Finally Miriam told me I could straighten up. It was time because I did not know how much more pressure I could stand. My stomach was so cramped I was almost unable to stand. When I turned around I saw myself in the mirror and was shocked at my appearance. With my stomach distended so much under the paper gown, I looked just like a pregnant woman. Miriam told me to squat and pulled the nozzle out. What a relief it was when my bowels released. In a few minutes everything had been evacuated and Miriam washed my rear while I bent over and held my ankles. I was beginning to realize that this was going to be a very humiliating day. Miriam brought me back into the examination room and began to draw blood samples. Thankfully she did this while I sat in the chair, since I was very weak from the enema. She told me to remain seated while she went to the lab. Taking the four vials of blood and the urine and stool samples she had obtained earlier she left me alone in the room to fill out the questionnaires she had given me.. What have I gotten myself into, I should have left yesterday as soon as they finished the permanent wave. I should have taken my chances of being seen by my landlady. But somehow I seemed to have been confused and was really enjoying the way they had made me look. But in the last few minutes this morning I think I am realizing I am in over my head. I don't understand what is happening to me. Why am I so readily accepting everything they want to do. I should refuse and just leave. But when Ms. Merrill had talked to me it seemed that everything she said was right and I wanted to do just as she said. Miriam returned and took my blood pressure, pulse rate, weighed me and checked my height, then took my measurements. I had decided to go through with this physical exam but as soon as it was over I was going to go tell Ms. Merrill I was leaving. I somehow have to get my life back to normal. I love my permed hair and the makeup but everything else that is going on around here is really frightening me. As I was making these plans, Miriam and Dr. Covington entered the room and the Dr. immediately began her exam. Dr. Covington had me stand up and listened to my heart and chest. Without saying any thing to me she pulled the latex sleeve off of my penis and manipulated my penis and balls giving them a very close look. Dropping the paper gown back in place she picked up the chart Miriam had brought back with her, read for a few minutes and then for the first time looked me in the eyes and said----- "Please lay face down on the table, I need to check your prostrate gland. Your blood tests suggest there may be some congestion." I had noticed that this was a very strange looking table but then I had not been in a doctors office in several years. There was a place for my face to fit that left my nose and mouth clear Miriam took my hands and placed them on handles near my head and then quickly moved to the other end of the table. She made some adjustments to the table which lowered my legs to a position similar to that of kneeling down. I felt some sort of lubricant being applied to my rectum and then Dr. Covington inserted her finger. As she began to move her finger around it did not feel bad at all but all of a sudden a very bad pain hit me and I screamed. Dr. Covington removed her finger while I tried to catch my breath. She said--- "Just as I suspected your prostrate is very large and congested. This is a very dangerous condition, I am surprised that you have not had trouble urinating. But I am sure we have caught it in time and can clear up this trouble in just a few days." Miriam had returned the table to its original position and helped me to stand up while Dr. Covington was talking to me. Dr. Covington looked at me and said---- "Your tests show that you are free from any communicable diseases, however you are slightly anemic and are somewhat deficient in several other vitamins. The congested prostrate is a serious condition and I suggest you begin treatment immediately. You should go to your personal physician right away. I would be happy to treat you if you want. If you would like for me to treat you just sign the authorization form Miriam has and we can start immediately." What in the world is a congested prostrate, I wondered. But since I didn't have a personal physician in this town I signed the form Miriam was holding out to me. Any thing that hurts that bad must be serious. "Very good," smiled Dr. Covington, please take him to treatment room one and begin these treatments." Dr. Covington handed Miriam a list of instructions and left the room. Miriam showed me into another room through a connecting door. She led me to a chair situated in the middle of the room and helped me get situated in it properly. At first I thought it resembled a dentists chair without padding. It was made completely of stainless steel. As soon as I had sat down Miriam fastened a strap around each of my wrists with my hands facing upward. I gave her a questioning look and she explained that she was going to hook up an intravenous system and she didn't want me moving my arm and tearing the needle out. Next she fastened a strap around my waist binding me to the chair back. She quickly moved to my ankles and placed a strap around each of them. Now I was completely helpless, why did I let her do that! I was still a little dazed from the pain, but I had just decided to leave here as soon as the exam was over. Why am I so compliant I can't seem to do anything but what these women tell me. Miriam had now rolled over a stand with a plastic bag hanging from it. She inserted a needle connected to the tubing into the vein on my left arm and taped it in place. She started the drip and then went to a cabinet and filled several syringes from different bottles. She injected one in my right hip and another in my left hip. Not that I could do anything about it now, having let her completely immobilize me without a protest, but I still asked her-- "What are all these drugs you are giving me? Miriam smiled and replied--- "The injection in your right hip is a type of estrogen in a time release form that will last for two weeks. Estrogen, is the principal female hormone. The injection I put in your left hip is a highly efficient form of progesterone, another female hormone that assists in the formation of secondary sexual characteristics. Both of these working together will help to shrink your prostrate. The drip in your arm is a mixture of glucose, vitamins, a testosterone blocker, and a few other things to make you feel good while your prostrate is being decongested." As she said the last part she took another syringe and injected it into a place in the drip tube. Almost immediately I began to feel a warm glow spreading throughout my body. Boy she was right about the feeling good. I watched in a very happy mood while she spread the legs of the chair apart and then as she pushed some buttons I begin to feel something pushing slowly between my butt cheeks. Miriam stepped to the right side of the chair and taking hold of my butt pulled up and out. How strange I thought, but when she repeated the maneuver on the left side I realized what she had done! She had opened a path for whatever thing that was to slide right in me. She pushed another button and I felt it slide in a long ways before stopping. That thing must be as big as a milk bottle I feel completely filled up. All at once I noticed a slight vibration from that thing she had pushed up my butt. Miriam took some scissors and cut the gown off of me exposing me completely. It certainly wasn't because of any conscious desire on my part but my penis had come fully erect and was throbbing from the vibrations. I still felt like I had been impaled on something huge, but boy was it starting to feel good. Miriam went to the drawer in the cabinet and returned with a long cylindrical object which she slipped over my penis. She hooked a tube from it to a glass jug near the foot of the chair and when she pushed a button the sleeve tightened up gently around my penis. Reaching back between my legs she pulled out a wire with an insulated clamp on it and clamped it to my scrotum. I was fascinated by everything she was doing and although I was curious as to why she was doing all of this it just seemed like too much trouble to ask. It must all be good for me because I have never felt this good before. This is even better than that wonderful wine they have been giving me. Miriam moved behind the chair and brought a strap around my bare chest. Hooked to the strap were two cups of some ridged material but the edges that she fit over my chest were soft. Centering each cup over my nipples she then tightened the strap