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A PRIVATE INVESTIGATION By Karen Albright PROLOGUE There are many parts of society that remain shrouded in mystery, and the world of private investigators is just such a part of society. Its players remain largely unknown outside their clients, their counterparts, the police, and other restricted groups of people. Clinton Crayle had been an exception to that generalization. While his ability to dealing with kinky sex crimes was a very special area, he was generally known for those exploits. Currently, however, the problem facing the community was that no one knew where he was. He had not been seen or heard from for over a year, and that left a small, but significant, group of "problems" without solution. A young private investigator, Joseph Wilcox, tried to step into Mr. Crayle's shoes, and fill this need. JOE WILCOX, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR My name is Joseph Wilcox, as a private investigator with 5 years experience I felt that I had the skills to prosper in this specialized "Market". To get a start, I had researched as much of Crayle's work as I could find, which was very little because most of Crayle's clients required absolute secrecy. I had located the names of only a few people who had met him, including a woman named Evelyn Traynor. Those who had been willing to talk to me told me of many cases that Crayle had resolved by masquerading very convincingly as a woman, but my only clues as to how Crayle accomplished that feat were that the woman named Traynor had helped, and no-one had seen or heard from her for over a year either. I have some of the traits that made Clinton Crayle successful. I am a slight man, with a boyish face and light facial hair. Lacking a resource like Traynor, I spent a some time "undercover" in the transvestite community to learn some of the secrets that they had used. In the process, I had located a few sources of ideas and a few stores that catered to transvestites. Even though this was little to start with, I let it be known that I was capable of handling the kinds of cases that Crayle specialized in, and I waited for the business to build. AN OPPORTUNITY Initially, my efforts turned into a few cases of proving adultery for divorce cases, and finding run-away girls who had turned to prostitution. These had paid well, but had required no talents beyond those that any good private investigator might possess. Undaunted, I continued to seek strange kinds of cases, and was finally rewarded with a curiously cryptic message on my answering machine one afternoon. The message was simply to please call a Samantha Edgars, the private secretary of the head-mistress of a very small, private girls college in an adjoining county. I knew little about the school, and could not find out anything easily, so I simply returned the call. I was rewarded with a very alluring voice on the other end. "Good morning, Highland Forest Academy", she said. "Hello. I am Joe Wilcox" I replied. "How may I help you" "Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she responded. "Miss Abernathy is expecting your call. Please hold while I tell her you are on the line." There was a momentary pause, and an equally alluring voice said "Good Morning Mr. Wilcox. I am Edith Abernathy, the headmistress of The Academy, and I desperately need to talk with you. Can you meet with me this afternoon?" I did not want to appear without work, but I knew that I could not pass up this opportunity. "I have a busy afternoon, but I believe that I can make time. When would you like to meet?" "I will be finished with our regular lunch period at 1:00 PM." She replied. "Can we meet then?" "Certainly!" I answered. "I will see you then." Not wanting to appear ignorant, I did not even ask for directions to the school, and I soon found out that it was difficult to locate. I finally found it with the help of an old friend in the tax assessment office. There I learned that the Academy was located on a huge, wooded parcel of land about 25 miles away. The only access was via a small, back country road that led North from town. Lacking more data, I left immediately in the hopes of learning more about the school. The drive was not difficult, even though the roads were poorly maintained once they left the main highway. I soon saw a small sign that indicated that the school was just a short distance away, so I slowed down. In about a mile, I noticed a high, chain link fence, with a barbed wire top. It emerged from the woods, turned, and ran along the right side of the road. I followed it for at least a mile until I saw a large, brick gateway. The top of the gateway said "Highland Forest Academy". I got out of the car, and walked toward the gate to a small box that said "Phone". I opened it, and followed the instructions for dialing. After a short discussion with someone at the other end of the phone, the name Ms. Abernathy got some action. I returned to my car, and had barely started the motor when the gates slowly opened. I drove through, and noted that they immediately closed behind me. I followed the road through the forest for at least a half a mile until it opened onto a beautiful open area, with a number of Gothic granite buildings at the other end. To one side, there were three playing fields with soccer and field hockey goals, and a well developed running track. One of the buildings was next to the fields, and looked like a gymnasium. The one next to it, with its clock tower and tall windows, appeared to be the classrooms and administrative areas, and the others one must have been dormitories for the students. I parked my car in the small parking area, I straightened my tie, grabbed my brief case, and walked toward the front door of the middle building. It and had a crest above the door that said, "Discipline leads to knowledge". Inside the door was a small listing of offices that indicated that Ms. Abernathy's office was on the first floor, to the right, so I immediately went there. Inside the door, I was met by a strikingly beautiful blond. "Hello Mr. Wilcox. Ms. Abernathy is expecting you." "Thank you" I responded as she led me to a large door to one side of the office. She knocked, and I could barely hear some sort of response. The girl opened the door, and I had a view of a very large room, very tastefully decorated in Victorian furniture and fixtures. We walked inside, and the woman gestured to the left. There was an empty desk, some chairs, and a couch. Pointing to the couch, the secretary said "Please have a seat. Miss Abernathy will be right with you." Very quickly, I heard the adjoining door begin to open, and I stood up. As I did, an even more beautiful woman entered the room. She was dressed in a severe business suit, with long, straight blond hair, five inch stiletto heeled shoes, and a body that looked sexy even in the formal suit. "Good afternoon Mr. Wilcox. I am Edith Abernathy. Thank you for making time to talk with me." "It is my pleasure", I replied. "Please sit down and let me explain the situation", she responded. She walked quickly toward the couch and sat down beside him. "Mr. Wilcox, do you know anything about Highland Forest Academy?" she asked. "No, I don't." I replied. "Even though I tried to learn out about it." "Well!", she replied. "Highland Forest Academy is a very special sort of college. We provide schooling and training for the daughters of a select few very wealthy families. We specialize in "evolving" these ladies into very beautiful women, with tremendous poise and character. As you can guess, their parents do not want anyone to know that their daughters have undergo such training, so everything that we do is surrounded with great care and secrecy. That is why there is such high security to enter the campus." "I see", I replied. "But, what kind of training do you provide?" "I will tell you in good time!" she snapped. "Please let me finish! I was startled by her abrupt tone, particularly coming from such a beautiful woman, so I rested back against the couch and listened. "My reason for calling you has to do with a seeming problem in our security", she continued. "You see, three of our students have disappeared." "Oh" I replied cautiously. "Yes." she replied. "Even with our tight security, three ladies could not be located at roll-call last Monday morning. We conducted a search of the campus, but have been unable to find any clues as to their location. As you can guess, we will loose our reputation as an institution of extreme discretion if we can not locate these ladies. Their parents have made a tremendous investment in their future here at Highland Forest, and they will surely sue us into bankruptcy if we can not locate their daughters." "I can understand", I commented. "When were they last seen?" "They were present for the bed-check on Sunday night." she replied. "But they were gone the next morning before breakfast." "I can understand your problem, before we continue, I have a lot to learn about your school," I commented. "Can we start with a quick tour of the grounds." "Certainly", she replied. "Samantha can take you around the campus." She stood up, moved quickly to the intercom on her desk, and said "Samantha, please take Mr. Wilcox for a tour." As she moved, I could only marvel at her tremendous beauty. Her striking figure made even a woman's' business suit look alluring, and her beautiful face, with pouting lips, was almost an open invitation to kiss. I felt an erection straining in my pants as I sat there. Samantha Edgar walked into the room, and talked quietly with Ms. Abernathy. She too, was incredibly beautiful. She and Edith exchanged glances, and she came back to the couch. "Will you please come with me?" She asked. I stood up quickly. Fearing that my now raging erection might be apparent, I held my coat in front of myself as I moved away from the couch. "It would be my pleasure," I answered. "Samantha will give you a quick tour of the campus," Edith commented. "Then we should discuss how you might help us." THE SCHOOL I was having difficulty keeping from staring at Samantha Edgar as I followed her out of the room. She said "Please follow me and we can go through this building quickly." Trying to concentrate on the school was very difficult with Samantha with me, but I tried to remember details as we walked down the hall. The first floor contained mostly offices of various administrative functions. I saw doors with titles like "Dean of Academics", Dean of Students", Security", "Admissions", "Finance", Buildings and Grounds", and "Food services". All of the doors were open, and in those that I could look into, I saw sparse offices, with incredibly beautiful secretaries. In both the Security and the Buildings and Grounds offices, the secretaries were talking with other striking women. From the outside, the building had seemed to have long corridors extending toward the back, but the main hall ended at a large door. "This is the Dining Hall," Samantha commented as she opened the huge doors. Inside, there was a large room, equipped as a dining hall should be. The menu selections posted near the door all contained calorie data beside each selection, but nothing seemed worthy of note. We left the dining room, and walked toward the other end of the main hall. After passing the main entrance, the hall contained more administrative offices, and another large door at the end. This one had a sign "Medical Clinic." Samantha opened the door, and there was a small waiting room, with a nurse sitting at the desk. She, like the rest of the women that I had seen, was strikingly beautiful. Samantha turned, and left the room before I could ask if the clinic took up the whole side of the building. We walked up a set of stairs, and down the long halls. Here, the halls extended in a large U shape, with class rooms, each carefully numbered, arranged on each side. It was in the middle of classes, so most rooms were occupied. The few that were open were very well equipped, I noticed that none of the rooms seemed to have more that about 10 chairs around the tables. Only one room had a teacher at her desk, but she, like all others he had seen, was beautiful. We descended via stairs at the middle of the hall, and left the building through the front door. Once outside, she turned toward the large building that had been on the right as I entered. "Let's go to the gymnasium next," she commented. The gymnasium, was pretty much what I had expected. I also noticed three large exercise rooms, and two rooms with mirrored walls and a bar for dancing practice. What surprised me most was the huge, fully equipped exercise room with Nautilus machines, and weights. The dormitory also was pretty much what I expected. While we did not leave the lobby, Samantha explained that each suite held two girls, and each floor had a teacher living there to keep things "running smoothly". The lobby contained a large TV, several couches, and some vending machines. As we left, Samantha commented, "All 200 of our students live here. Even local students must stay on campus while they are in school." As we entered the main building again, a loud buzzer rang, and the sound level increased dramatically. "The classes change rooms by grade," Samantha commented. "The younger ones move first, then the older classes." As we stood outside the main office, I was impressed with the order of the students as they moved between classes. As subsequent bells rang, I began to notice that, while all of the girls were attractive, each class seemed to be more beautiful than the last. Back in the office of Ms. Abernathy, I pulled up a chair before her desk. "Well, what do you think about the school?" she asked. "I am impressed," I responded. "Your facilities are all well planned, and the students seem very well behaved." "Thank you," she replied. "We believe that we provide a unique environment to help young women mature into beautiful ladies." "Please tell me more about the school's training," I asked. Ms. Abernathy paused for a moment, and then spoke with carefully chosen words. "The parents of our students are all very wealthy. They demand the best of everything, and we try to please them. We provide a very rigorous education for all grades. We are, in fact, regularly at the top of the state for National Merit Finalists, even with a very small student body." "That is admirable," I commented. "They all seem to be exceptionally beautiful ladies." Ms. Abernathy paused again. "One of our other strengths is our training in poise and manners," she replied. "We require strict dietary control, vigorous exercise, and extensive figure training as a part of every students' ongoing life at Highland Forest. We even provide limited cosmetic surgery and advice for families who believe that their child needs special attention." She paused for a third time, then said "Well Mr. Wilcox, can you help us find our missing children?" I thought for a minute, and replied, "Yes, but I will need a day or two to obtain some data." I paused again, trying to think as fast as I could. "Do you have pictures of the missing girls?" I asked. "Yes," she replied, as she pulled a small envelope from her desk. They were three very beautiful girls, just like all that I had seen. I took the envelope, "Thank you, I will return this once I solve the case. One other matter," I said as I thought. "I will need to have one of my employees admitted to your school. I believe that she looks young enough that she can fit right into your student body. Can that be arranged?" Ms. Abernathy looked concerned, but she replied, "Well, I believe that we can allow that if there is no other way. We will have to require that your employee abide by all of our rules and regulations." "Certainly," I responded. "She must appear to be just an ordinary student. One thing that would help would be if she could use the room and all of the clothing of one of the missing girls." Again, she paused. "I believe that that can be arranged. Your employee must be young looking, and about 5' 6" in height." I almost sighed in relief. Now a plan was beginning to form in my mind. "I will call you tomorrow to arrange for the new student," I said. "I believe that I know just the right person for this work." "Fine, just bill us for your fees when you find the girls," she commented as she stood up. "I hope that you realize how important it is to us to find out the breach in our security. We will loose our students, and our reputation, if word of this disappearance gets out. You, and your employees, must maintain absolute secrecy in this matter." "Don't worry, you can count on me to help you," I commented as I left the room. THE PLAN Back in my office, I began to think about ways to solve the Academy case. I thought to himself, "how would Crayle have solved this?" The obvious answer was that Crayle would have disguised himself as a girl, and gone to the school as a student. That sounded easy, but how could I do that? I increased my research into possible ways. One clue that I had found from my studies of Crayle's methods was a name, NB Enterprises. I had no idea what it was, so I looked it up in the phone book, found an address, and drove past it. NB Enterprises turned out to be a small office in an older building in the business district. I parked my car, and went to the office. Inside, I found nothing but a small office, with a beautiful receptionist. I had no idea what they did, so I decided to try a ploy. "Good afternoon," I said to the receptionist. "You were recommended to me by a Mr. Crayle." She looked at me and replied, "Certainly, please have a seat. What was your name?" "Wilcox, Joseph Wilcox," I replied. She then typed something into the small computer on her desk, waited for its response, and then made a quick phone call. She then turned back to me and said, "Are you here to get some M/X?" M/X must have meant Metacalpholate-X I thought. That was one of the things that I had heard vague references to that Crayle used for my disguises. "Yes," I replied. She disappeared for at least 5 minutes, and then returned with a small box. She opened it carefully, checked its contents, and then turned to me. "This is the latest batch Mr. Wilcox. We have made substantial changes since we last sold it to Mr. Crayle." "Oh," I responded. "What are those differences?" She looked at me quizzically, and answered, "As we told him, we have separated the product into different compounds, and it took a lot of work to do that. The old M/X used to provide three effects at once, development of secondary female sexual characteristics in a male, enhancement of certain of those characteristics such as breast size, and significant enhancement of female sexual drive, even in a male." "With this batch, the first compound, M/X-2 provides just secondary female sexual characteristics, similar to an extended female hormone dosage. Breasts develop, hair grows longer, fat displaces to the hips and breasts from the waist, the voice becomes higher, and body hair decreases. In addition, with this batch, the penis and scrotum change shape to perfectly imitate a female vagina, complete with clitoris, and labia, that can take a full sized penis exactly like a woman, and provide climaxes like a woman's. The resulting physical changes are to the figure of an averagely proportioned woman, with a thin waist, normal hips, and about a 34A bust." "The second compound enhances certain characteristics, primarily breast size. It enlarges breasts on both women, and M/X converted males, proportional to the amount administered. It must be used with care. A little will produce substantial changes." "The third compound provides the same increases in sexual drive that the old M/X developed. Again, be careful of the dosage. Results are proportional to the amount administered." "The final vial is Metacalpholate-Y, the antidote of M/X. This will reverse all of the changes that M/X makes. Just be sure that M/Y never mixes with either of the other three," she continued. "It must always be administered separately, from its own syringe. If it mixes, the results are unpredictable, but we believe that it will both multiply the effects of the other three, and also substantially prolong their duration. Instead of the 3 to 4 months of changes normally experienced with M/X, the changes seem to last much longer, possibly permanently." "Well, I will have to be very careful," I said. "What is the price?" "$4,000 for this dosage," she replied quickly. I gulped, but I had no choice. There was no other way that I knew to solve the case, so I paid and quickly left the office. Now I had a way to get into the school. Back at my office, I called Ms. Abernathy and told her that my "employee", Megan Cartright, would be the new student that I had suggested. I suggested that she be a Senior at the school, because the missing girls were all Seniors. I said that Megan would be at the school the following Sunday to start classes. She would arrive in a chauffeured limousine at about 2:00 PM. Ms. Abernathy agreed. I also asked that the clothes of the missing girls be sent immediately to my office, as well as their luggage. Ms. Abernathy agreed, and a small van appeared within 2 hours with 6 trunks of girls clothes and school uniforms. With all of the clothes, I now had a plan in place. I hoped to do some additional investigations of the missing girls' parents and then I could get to work. By Friday, I had found little about the families of the missing girls other than having memorized their pictures. I only knew that they all lived over 500 miles away from the school. I was running out of time, and I knew that I would need time to adapt to my disguise, so I stopped that afternoon, and prepared for my change. MEGAN CARTRIGHT I opened the box from ND Enterprises with caution. Inside I found a small case carefully packed with 4 vials, and 2 syringes. The vials were marked M/X-2, MX Enhancer, Behavior Modifier, and M/Y. One syringe was marked M/X, and the other M/Y. My plan was to start with just the M/X-2. I did not want to stand out from the rest of the class, and I wanted to see all of the training that Highland Forest provided. With that in mind, I read the enclosed dosage information, determined that for my body weight, and for average development I required 250 units, and filled the M/X syringe with that much M/X. I was scared, and my hands shook as I carefully took the syringe and injected its contents into my right hip. Then I undressed and sat on my bed to await the change. The drug seemed to feel warm as it spread throughout my body, but initially I felt nothing else, then I became very sleepy, and lost consciousness. I awoke with a start. The clock beside the bed said 11:35 PM. I had been asleep for almost 4 hours. I moved slowly in bed and everything felt different, but I could not describe how it felt different. The first thing that I noticed was that I had long hair that moved on my shoulders as I moved my head. I reached up to touch it, and saw that it was light blond. I then sat up, and felt my chest move as I did. Again I reached up, and touched breasts on my chest. The amazing part of the sensation was the warmth that spread throughout my body as my hands touched my new, large nipples. I looked down and saw two average sized boobs. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stood up. I felt a new center of gravity, with new weight on my chest, and enlarged hips as I moved toward a mirror. The mirror showed a slight, attractive girl, who could have been anywhere from 17 to 25 years old. She had a slim waist, an attractive face, slim hands and feet, prominent but not large boobs, long blond hair, wide hips, and just a triangle of hair between her legs. Instinctively, I reached between my legs. The change was complete. My fingers went into a slit between my legs, and a new, pleasant sensation spread over my body again. I was both excited and afraid. I was now a complete woman to anyone but a doctor who had performed a complete physical exam. This was a perfect disguise, but I was afraid that I could not carry it off. The new sensations were so alien to me that I had to sit down for a bit and rest. I then went to the 6 trunks, and began to look at the clothes in them. I quickly found that 1 of the girls was too small, so I closed her trunks and used the trunks that belonged to the remaining 2. They contained all sorts of girls clothes which I quickly sorted into piles. Feeling exposed, I first picked out a pair of panties and a bra and put them on. It felt funny to be wearing girls' clothing, but I knew that I had no other way to solve the case. Wearing just bra and panties, I looked sexy even to himself. They felt smooth as I pulled them on, and the support that the bra provided, once I got it on, made me feel less off balance. It felt so strange to see myself as a girl in the mirror. I then concentrated on the other clothes. I initially tried the school uniforms. They were white blouses, short plaid skirts, white stockings, and loafers. The uniform made me look exactly like all of the girls that I had seen changing classes the day I had been at the school. What a strange feeling to look into a mirror and see a young girl looking back! Next, I tried the casual clothing. It included only skirts, blouses, sweaters, and a few simple dresses. I could find no slacks at all. Again, they were easy to wear and comfortable. The dressy clothes were more difficult to wear. I had to master wearing pantyhose, slips, and strapless dresses before I felt that I had tried them all out. The most difficult items were the high heeled shoes. I found that they fit, but were difficult to get used to. I finally took off the last dress, but left the shoes on just to practice. I looked at the clock. It read 3:00AM. It was getting late, so I found a nightgown, and pulled it on. The silky feeling as is slid on was great, and I felt the warm feeling between my legs again as I finally got into bed. The bright sun of mid-day finally awoke me, and I was initially startled at my condition, until I remembered what I had done the previous day. I got up and took a shower, and put the nightgown back on. I pulled on the high heels to practice some more. They were very hard to get used to, and I constantly stumbled as I walked around my house. I then spent almost 2 hours practicing with the makeup that was in the trunk. I was not very successful, so I decided to use minimal amounts, and let the school teach me how to use it. With that in mind, I put on some subdued lipstick, and some fingernail polish and considered that enough for now. Then I spent a few minutes in front of the mirror, combing my long hair. I began to like the smooth feel of the nightgown, and the sensation of it rubbing against my new, big nipples was erotic. As I went about the task of closing up my house, and choosing and packing my new clothes, I gradually learned to walk well in the high heels. I figured that I had to overcome that obstacle before arriving at school. I carefully selected the clothes that I felt looked best, and packed them in 2 trunks. The first items that I put into the trunk were the vials and syringes from NB Enterprises. I concealed them, and some additional "tools of the trade" like a very small camera, in a false bottom that I had put into one of the trunks. I also spent some time watching old movies with attractive woman stars to learn some feminime mannerisms. *** That night, I slept better, and awoke early on Sunday morning. I spent some time cleaning up the house, and practicing with the leftover make-up. By about 11:00 AM, I had pretty well closed up the house and packed. I had no idea how long I would be away, so the mail was on hold, the paper was stopped, the utilities were paid for the next 6 months, and the heat was turned down. I could not decide what to wear, but with a 1:00PM arrival of a limousine, I finally decided on a rather dressy outfit, with skirt and coat, over a lacy blouse. I loved the feel of the pantyhose, and the slip, as I pulled them on, and the suit looked very expensive. I used very little make-up, just some lipstick and nail polish, and I felt ready for my new life as a college student. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could feel a stirring between my legs as my male needs began to react to the attractive girl I had become. HIGHLAND FOREST ACADEMY The limousine arrived, and the driver loaded the 2 trunks into the back. He seemed attracted to me as he held the door, and I was surprised at my new, high voice as I said "Thank you." At 2:00PM, the limousine pulled up at the Highland Forest administration building. I was initially concerned about what would happen then, but Ms. Abernathy quickly appeared from the building door. The driver opened the door and Ms. Abernathy said "Hello," as I climbed discretely from the car. I was afraid that he might recognize me, but that did not prove to be a problem. "Hello," I said in the new, high voice. "I am Megan Cartright." "Mr. Wilcox said that you would be coming. We are glad to have you," Ms. Abernathy replied. "Let me take you to your room." She walked slowly toward one of the dormatories. "Did Mr. Wilcox tell you of our problem?" "Yes Mam," I replied. "He also explained how sensitive the issue is to the school. I am sure that we can solve your problem." We entered the front door of one dormitory, and climbed a set of stairs to one side. On the second floor, we entered the main hall and walked to the end door. Ms. Abernathy knocked and a beautiful woman opened the door. "This is the new student, Megan Cartright. Megan, this is Ms. Wallace, the teacher who lives on this floor." "Hello Megan," she responded. "Won't you both come in for a moment." "Hello, Mam," I responded politely as I followed Ms. Abernathy into the apartment. "I am pleased to meet you." "Ms. Wallace teaches gymnastics," Ms. Abernathy commented. "She is in charge of this floor. If you have any problems, she can help you." "Yes," Ms. Wallace responded. "Once you get settled, please come down so that we can talk." "Thank you, I will," I responded as we turned and left. At the other end of the hall, Ms. Abernathy stopped at a closed door, numbered 238. She knocked, and a voice said "Please come in." She opened the door, and a beautiful young woman in a skirt and blouse stood up from her chair. She was statuesque, with large breasts thrusting against the silk blouse, and beautiful legs. Her hair was perfectly styled and cut, and her make-up was perfect. "Stephanie Hickock, this is Megan Cartright." "Hello," Stephanie replied. "Welcome to Highland Forest. I heard that you would be coming and have been expecting you." "I am pleased to meet you," I replied. I stepped into the room, and saw that it was a sitting area, with adjoining bed rooms on both sides. My trunks were sitting inside the door of one of the rooms. Ms. Abernathy turned to go and said "Megan, dinner is at 6:00PM, I am sure that Stephy can help you get settled. We are glad that you decided to come to our school". "Thank you Ms. Abernathy," I replied. I was getting more concerned about how to act among these beautiful girls, and I was afraid that my male drives would ruin my disguise. I had no idea what they would talk about, or be interested in. Initially, I decided to spend some time putting things into my room, so I started arranging clothes in the dresser and closets I found. "Let me know if I can help," Stephy called from the next room. "We all put our trunks under the beds." "Thanks, but I am OK,' I responded as I finished the first trunk and opened the second. I unpacked it, and pushed it under the bed. I then undressed, hung up my suit, and put on a casual skirt and sweater. The sight of myself, a grown man, in bra and bikini panties, with a beautiful feminine figure was confusing to me. It felt good to take off the high heels, and put on the comfortable loafers, but I felt tremendously torn between my desire to solve this case, and my fears of having to live this new life. I really had no choice at this point, so I checked my hair, brushed it a little, took a deep breath, and walked into the sitting room. "Well, that is finished," I commented idly. "Now maybe I can rest." "Where are you from, Megan?" Stephy asked. "From a New York suburb in New Jersey," I responded as I sat down. "How about you?" "From the West Coast of Oregon," Stephy answered. "We are both a long way from home. Did your parents come with you?" "No," I answered. "They are divorced. I took a plane here myself, and Dad arranged for a limo at the airport." We chatted idly for a while, and I became more comfortable with Stephy, but I still had to be careful of my mannerisms so that they would not give me away. As long as the talk stayed with current music, clothes, and school, I was comfortable. When Stephy began to talk about boys, I felt uncomfortable, but tried not to seem disturbed. Suddenly, a knock at the door prompted a "Please come in," from Stephy. Then Ms. Wallace walked in. "Hello Ms. Wallace," Stephy responded. "Hello Ms. Wallace," I said also. "Hello girls," he answered. "Megan, why not come to my apartment for a while." "Yes, Mam," I answered as I stood up, remembered to smooth my skirt as I stood up, and walked out of the room. Stephy was smiling. "Megan, I will explain some of the rules to you," Ms. Wallace began. "You have started late and have missed the orientation that the other girls had in the late summer. There is really not much to learn, but we are firm in our requirements. Remember, we are training you to be a beautiful, poised woman, and that requires a certain amount of discipline. We have a dress code," she continued. "During school hours, you must wear a full school uniform. For dinner, you must dress up in dressy clothes of your choosing. Any infraction is punishable at the discretion of the faculty member who finds out that you are not fully dressed. After dinner, and on the weekends, casual wear, such as you have on now, is permissible, as long as it is discrete. Occasionally, we have a formal party, and you must wear a formal gown then. Do you have any questions about this so far?" "No, Mam," I answered. "Good," she replied. "On Monday, you will receive a short physical examination to see what exercises and diet are warranted, but from your current condition, I think that you are in pretty good shape. Then, our finishing school instructors will interview you, and recommend improvements in your appearance and clothing. New clothing and other improvement actions are entirely financed by the school. I think that this is the area where we will need to do some work." "What ever you say Ms. Wallace," I answered. "Academically we are most demanding. Your class schedule is determined by your class, so you will be taking the regular Senior classes," she continued. "We require participation in at least one sport each season. You can pick your favorite from those available. Athletics are from 3:30PM to 5:00PM. You have 30 Minutes to dress, and then dinner is at 6:00PM. Stephy can help you with all of this. Is that OK?" "Yes Mam," I responded. I was becoming more concerned about what I was getting into. After all, Crayle had done this many times, but this was my first attempt at such a disguise. "It is almost time for dinner," Ms. Wallace remarked. "You had better go back to your room and get dressed." As I walked back to my room, I thought about the past two days. I was having trouble getting my roles straight. The new sensations of the M/X induced changes, my new breasts, my new voice, and my virtual imprisonment at the school all concerned me. This was compounded by my sudden need to learn to act as a young woman. I was worried that someone would find out who I really was, and then I would not be able to solve this lucrative case. On the other hand, I could not stop being amazed to see and feel myself in girls' clothing. The arousal that I felt when I saw my new breasts, and the different feelings of the new clothing all compounded my confusion. Stephy and I talked some more, but by about 5:30, Stephy stopped talking and said, "It is time to dress for dinner." "What should I wear," I asked. "We must dress up for dinners, let me pick it out for you," Stephy answered as he walked into my bedroom. "Where did you hang your clothes?" I pointed them out to Stephy, and she picked a low cut cocktail dress, and high heeled, black shoes. From the dresser, she picked panties, a tight girdle, an underwire bra, a slip, and pantyhose. "This is the way we dress for dinner. During the day, you do not need the slip, the pantyhose, and the high heels, but you must wear the school uniform of skirt and blouse with white stockings and low brown shoes. For class, the nametag goes on the pocket of your blouse." I dressed quickly. What a strange feeling to again see woman's breasts on my chest, and to be wearing a dressy woman's clothing. I was surprised at how attractive I looked in the dress that Stephy had picked, and I liked the sensations of the smooth slip as I pulled it over my body. The dress left the tops of my breasts exposed, with a slight edging of lace at the top. The silk material, with a tailored waist, emphasized my slim waist and my hips. The girdle was very uncomfortable, but I knew I had no choice but to wear it. We both left the room and started to walk out of the dorm to the administrative building. As we did, we were met by many other girls, all well dressed. Stephy introduced me to many of them, all of them beautifully made-up, and generously endowed. I felt that I looked like a youngster next to these beautiful women, yet, they were all supposed to be college seniors, not fashion models. I was concerned that I did not have on much make-up, and I was obviously not as well endowed as my classmates. Dinner was at long tables, with Ms. Wallace at one end of ours. The girls took turns being waiters for the various courses, and I and Stephy both cleaned the tables after dinner was done. Ms. Wallace motioned to me and we walked to her once the tables were cleaned. "I have made appointments with the clinic for a physical tomorrow morning, and a finishing interview right after lunch. You should go to classes with Stephy because roommates always take the same classes. That makes studying easier." "It is late, we had better hurry to our room before it is 7:00PM," Stephy said suddenly, so we turned and walked quickly to the dorm. We put on casual clothes, and at 7:00 promptly, Stephy went into her room, and began to study. I sat in the sitting area and read a book that was sitting there. It was about make-up techniques and appearance tips. Suddenly, the door opened, and Ms. Wallace walked in. She looked into Stephy's room, and motioned for me to go into my room. "That is a good book for you, but we all study in our own rooms," She announced as he left. All was quiet for a moment, but then Stephy whispered, "She can be a real bitch," from the other room. I stayed silent as I read the book. Again, mixed feelings of being trapped in the body of a young girl flooded over me as I read. There I was, dressed in a skirt and blouse, and there was so much that I did not know that I was afraid that I would tip-off the faculty at the school. More importantly, I was beginning to like the feelings I had while I was dressed as a girl, and that scared me. THE FUN BEGINS At 11:00, Stephy left her room, and put some music on her tape player. It was a currently popular group, so I at least knew its name. We chatted for a while, and then two girls appeared at the door. "Hi Cindy and Leslie," Stephy said. "Did you meet Megan at dinner?" "No," said the taller one. "Hello, I am Cindy Jacobson, and this is Leslie Harken. We are in the room next door, 240" "Hello," I responded. "Megan Cartright, pleased to meet you." They were both as striking as Stephy. We all chatted for a while, and then had to stop at 11:30 so that we could wash and get ready for bed. Stephy took off her clothes, except a bra and panties, took a towel and cosmetic kit from her dresser, and left for the bathroom. I did the same. In the bathroom, I could hardly control himself. There I was, wearing just a bra and panties, in the midst of 20 giggling, half naked girls, brushing my teeth. I could not decide how to get used to it. A buzzer sounded, and Stephy said, "Only 10 minutes, better get back to our room." Back in the room, we put on nightgowns, and talked for a few minutes. I was getting used to the idle chatter and giggling that seemed to be the norm among the girls, and I adapted himself to it as I seemed able. Suddenly, another buzzer rang. "Time to go to sleep," commented Stephy as he turned off the sitting area light, and walked into her room. I turned and did the same. I turned down the bed clothes, and felt a warm feeling as I slid into bed in the silky nightgown. Again, I had trouble reconciling my normal feelings as a grown man with my new circumstances. Here I was, with long hair and breasts, living as a college co-ed, and feeling a growing warmth between my legs as I thought about it. I was tired, and quickly fell asleep. I was just in the middle of a confusing dream, when I was shaken awake. It was Cindy standing over her. "Time for your initiation," she announced as she pulled me out of bed. "Make one sound, and we will be REALLY hard on you," she continued. As Cindy pulled me out of the room, I saw about 5 girls, including Megan, standing quietly in the sitting area. They all had smiles on their faces. "Now it is time to become real friends," Cindy commented as she pulled my nightgown off. "We all did this too," Cindy said as she sat down on the couch, spread her legs apart, and said, "Eat me 'til I come!" I did not know how to act. One part of me looked forward to it, the other part, my new feminine side, was repelled, but I kneeled down in front of her, and buried my face in her cunt. This was nothing new to me, so I performed well, and quickly heard a quiet moan as she came. I tried to stand up, but was pushed down by the next girl, who did the same thing as Cindy had. They all seemed almost sex starved. I felt a continual stirring in my transformed organ as I serviced them all. After all of them had been serviced, I tried to stand up, but they tied my hands and feet, and then tied me to my bed. Cindy then looked through the dresser, and pulled out all of the girdles. "You must get through the first day without these," she announced. "We all did it." "But... I have a physical exam tomorrow," I pleaded. "Too bad, you will have to fake it." was the reply. Then they untied me, and all of them left except Stephy. "You were great," she commented with a smile. "We are going to have fun." Then she turned and left. THE FIRST DAY In the morning, I got up, and went into the bathroom with Stephy. None of the girls from the prior night seemed to say anything special to me, they all just said, "Good morning Megan," and acted as though nothing had happened. Again, I was torn by the feelings I had showering with all of these nubile young girls. I noticed that they all seemed to have Bra cup sizes much bigger than mine, probably size C to my size A. I dressed in a school uniform as quickly as I could, and rushed to breakfast with Stephy. Ms. Wallace was sitting at the breakfast table as the arrived. "Good morning girls," she announced. "Megan, your physical is at 9:00AM," she continued, "And the finishing interview is at 1:00PM. Please do not be late." We finished breakfast, cleaned up our rooms, and went to classes together. The first class was in English, and I was given the appropriate books, and a very large catch-up assignment. The class ended at 8:50, and I went cautiously to the medical clinic. In the clinic, I waited nervously until the nurse came into the waiting room. The nurse led me into an examining room, and told me to strip to my panties and bra. When the nurse got back, she weighed me, measured my height and hip, waist, and bust measurements. I looked curiously as she wrote them down. My height was 5" 6", but my weight was much reduced to 125 pounds. My measurements were 35-26-35. She then took a small blood sample, and a urine sample, and then told me to get dressed again. Once clothed, I walked to the waiting room and waited for the nurse to return. She did so, along with a beautiful woman in a white smock who was obviously a doctor. The doctor looked at the data collected and mentioned something about scheduling something to the nurse. Then she turned to me and said, "Your weight is good, and your waist and hips are good, but we need to work on your bust to meet our standards. We demand at least a C cup bust to graduate. I will give you a hormone treatment that should help there. The nurse returned and looked at me with a smile. "I see that you did not have your girdle on. I will have to tell Ms. Wallace." What could I say? I made an excuse about not knowing, but she made no further comment as she opened the door of the clinic. I finished the morning with Stephy, and we had an uneventful lunch with the girls who had been in my room the night before. At 12:50, the others left, and Stephy showed me the way to the "Finishing" interview. As I walked into the room, I faced a table of three incredibly beautiful women. I could not help but notice that everywhere I went, everyone seemed more beautiful that I looked. They asked me to stand next to a wall with lines drawn on it, and they took a number of photographs of me. They were included in a folder that was on the table. One of them took the same measurements that the nurse had taken, and they discussed them quietly. I sat nervously as they consulted a set of papers on the table, and then they asked me a number of questions about my childhood. I had to make up simple answers simple so that I could remember the answers. Finally, they asked me to walk slowly back and forth in front of the table. I sat again to await their discussions. Finally, the woman in the middle spoke. "Megan, we are glad to have you at Highland Forest. We believe that we can provide the kind of training that you and your parents would wish. We have reviewed the data from your physical, and from this interview, and we note a number of areas where we must intensify your training." "We will start with your figure," she started. "You have acceptable hip and waist size, but your breasts need augmentation to meet our standards. We need to work you up to at least a C cup size." "Yes, Mam," I answered. "The Doctor mentioned the same thing." "OK, then it is not a surprise," she continued. "We will simply provide you with some hormonal treatments which should solve that problem, and we will provide new bras to accommodate the changes." The tall woman at the end of the table then began to talk. "Megan, we also believe that you need some exercising and posture training if you are to become the beautiful women we know that you can be. We will start a concentrated exercise program, along with other measures, to help improve your posture. We also suggest that you take dance instead of regular athletics for the next semester." "Yes, Mam," I again responded. "The other areas, such as cosmetics and dressing, will be covered quickly through remedial classwork. We realize that this will give you a large class load, but we believe that you can handle it," she finished. Suddenly, the doctor walked into the room, and talked with the three women in hushed tones. They discussed something for some time, and I became concerned about what they were talking about. They finally stopped talking, and the woman in the middle said, "Thank you Megan. You may leave now." I quickly caught up to Stephy at the end of the next class, and we finished the afternoon uneventfully. After classes, we left our books in the dormitory, and went to the gymnasium. Stephy was playing field hockey, and I had to take dancing. The gym office gave me a locker, and combination lock, and I got leotards, tights, shoes, and an athletic bra from the gym trainer's office. I dressed for dance, and was again aroused by the pretty picture I made in front of the mirror. I still could not adapt to seeing myself with wide hips, a slim waist, and breasts. The bright tights and leotard made my girlish body even more definite. As the class began, I became aroused when I saw all of the beautiful girl in the tights and leotards. The class was difficult. It was both demanding and strenuous. Being new, and late, I was constantly learning things that the rest knew. The teacher recognized that, and suggested that we schedule a remedial session on Saturday, which I agreed to immediately. After the dance class, I once again found myself in the midst of a huge number of beautiful, nude women as we all showered and dressed. That night, I was swamped with homework, and lights-out seemed to come way too soon. Stephy and I climbed into bed, and she whispered, "Wait until the bed check." We lay quietly, and shortly Ms. Wallace stuck her head into the sitting room, saw that all lights were out, and left without saying a word. Stephy lay quiet for a few minutes, and then I heard her leave her room. "Lets have some fun," he commented as I felt her lay down on the bed. "Now it is my turn," was her comment as he pulled the covers back, and pulled my nightgown up. Immediately, she had her tongue into my cunt, and I felt waves of pleasure move through my body. I moaned briefly, and she whispered, "Be quiet. We can't let Wallace hear us." I just lay back to savor the feeling. It was so different from those that I had as a man. Once again, I was torn between my masculine feelings, and the pleasures I felt as a woman, including the entirely new sensations that I felt in my nipples. Stephy and I played for at least an hour, bringing each to multiple orgasms, before she quietly pointed to the clock, and left the room. This was going to be fun I decided! The girls seemed to be continually aroused and interested in sex. THINGS CHANGE Before the end of the Tuesday, I received a note from the medical clinic. It was an appointment for Wednesday morning to meet with the doctor. I had no idea what it was about, but I reported to the clinic at 9:00AM. The doctor appeared, holding the usual charts, and said, "Good morning, Megan. This is the start of the treatments the Finishing Committee recommended. Please lie down on this table, we will start with a quick shot, and proceed from there. The nurse entered the room, and took a syringe from a cabinet. She filled it with some substance, and gave it to the doctor, who immediately said, "This will just pinch a bit." she gave me the shot, and left me on the table. I lay there for a while, became sleepy, and quickly fell asleep. I awoke with a start. I was not in the medical clinic room that I had remembered. I tried to move, but my arms were secured to the sides of the bed. I tried to sit-up, but could not because of my arms. The doctor appeared. "Well, I see that you are awake," she commented as she walked toward the bed. "I hope that you are feeling all right. While administering the hormones, we took the opportunity for some slight corrections that the Finishing Committee requested." I moaned and pulled against the bonds that tied me to the bed. "Don't be alarmed, there were some minor changes we did to make you even more attractive than you were, and the restraints were used so that you did not disturb the bandages," the doctor replied. "That does not matter now, because I am going to remove them today." She took a pair of scissors from a small table, and came toward me. "Just hold still, this is easy," she said casually as she reached toward my face with the scissors. I had not realized it, but there were bandages on much of my face except my eyes. She cut around my mouth, cheeks, ears, and neck. "Well, that looks much better. Why don't you get up and look for yourself," she said as she released my wrists. I stood up slowly, and immediately felt a heavier weight on my chest. My inclination was to feel my breasts, but I decided that that was not the thing to do. I turned and walked to a mirror on the wall. The face looking back at me was mine, but it had been subtly changed. My nose was smaller, with a "button" end. My lips had a definite pout to them, and my cheek bones seemed higher. All-in-all, the effect was very much an improvement. My face was now much prettier than it had been. As I looked down, I noticed that the change to my figure was much more dramatic. My breasts now stuck prominently from the plain hospital gown. They were much larger than I remembered them. "What do you think," the doctor commented. "I think that these subtle facial changes were good suggestions from the Committee, and the liposuction at your waist will mean that strict dietary restrictions will be unnecessary if you can keep at this weight. In addition, the hormonal injections have corrected the other deficiencies that they noticed in your figure. You now have breasts that will easily pass our graduation requirements as to size and shape. We measured them as 36C yesterday. You have a 24 inch waist, and 35 inch hips to go with your new C cup breasts. This is a new treatment for breast augmentation that I believe is much preferable to surgery. It is a new compound that enhances breast size through normal body functions and normal growth of fatty tissue. It is called M/X, and we use it extensively now." M/X! The thought even scared me. What would more of that compound do to me now. I remembered what the woman had said as she sold me the M/X compounds. "Will the hormones cause a permanent change? I won't have to do this again, will I?" I asked. "We are not sure." the doctor answered. "All of our use to date has indicated that the changes are permanent, but you should not be concerned. We at Highland Forest are very concerned about our students. We are careful about our procedures, and that has given us the fine reputation that we now have. You can be sure that we will monitor the effects of the M/X, and will correct for any unplanned effects that occur. If you have no further questions, your clothes are in the closet, and you can get dressed and return to your normal school activities." She turned, and left quickly. I walked quickly to the closet and found my school clothes. I took off the hospital gown, and looked into the mirror. What a change! I had a body that would stop traffic. My waist seemed much thinner, and my breasts were significantly larger. I became aroused just looking at myself. Those changes, along with the subtle facial changes, made me look like a Hollywood starlet. What was I going to do now? What would happen once I had solved this case? What else could they have done while I was asleep from the anesthesia? I should have questioned Ms. Abernathy's comment about "training" more carefully. It turned out to be Friday afternoon so I had no more classes for a while. Back in the room, Stephy and I talked a bit before we had to go to dinner. She commented that everyone had gone through similar changes when they came to Highland Forest. Apparently, they were all happy with the changes that the school had "made". She even commented on my new figure showing, even in the school uniforms. At least now, I would not stand out from my class. After dimmer, Ms. Wallace asked me to come to her apartment. I had no idea what she wanted, but I really had no choice, so I knocked on the door promptly after dinner. "Hello, Megan." she answered as she opened the door. "I need to talk with you about certain school rules. It has come to my attention that you violated one of the school dress rules," she started. "The nurse told me that you did not have your girdle on when you had your exam on Monday. I assume that Stephy had told you that they are required at all times." What could I say. I made some excuse about forgetting but she would not accept it. "Well, we must impress upon you that our rules are firm," she responded. "I am authorized to impose some additional training in such circumstances. This is not considered a severe violation, but one non-the-less that requires correction. I think that just a weekend will suffice." She left the room, and returned quickly with a flat box. "You must wear this for the whole weekend," she announced as she opened the box. Inside was a severe looking boned corset. "Take off your dress," she commanded. I undressed to my bra and panties and she pulled the garment around me. "This size looks good," she commented as she hooked it behind me. She then proceeded to pull the lacing so tight that I could hardly breathe. I was almost gasping for breath as she said, "Breathe with your diaphragm, not your chest." I found that I had to take numerous small breaths instead of large ones, and that even then, I felt as though I was being cut in half. "You must wear this at all times until Sunday evening," she said. "I want you to report to remedial dance training tomorrow with it on, and the instructor will inspect it after you shower to be sure that it is securely fastened. This should remind you to follow the school's dress code." Back in the room, Stephy, Cindy, and Lisa laughed as I returned. "Well, I see that Wallace caught you," Cindy said. "Don't worry, we all had to do something similar." "Do you remember Martha," Lisa commented. "Wallace made her wear a corset over a girdle and tight spandex for a week. She lost 20 pounds before it was over." We all laughed, and I resolved that I would tolerate it. Saturday remedial dance practice was very painful. Performing all of the required exercises and moves in the tight corset was almost impossible, but the instructor would not accept any excuses. I even noticed Ms. Wallace peering into the practice room at one point, just to see that I was behaving myself. By Sunday, I had adapted to the garment. It was still uncomfortable, but I could tolerate it. That evening, Ms. Wallace asked me to her apartment after dinner, and told me to remove the corset. I did so, and I felt as though my waist was even smaller than before. "Let this be a lesson, Megan," She began. "We will not tolerate any more violations of our dress code." Back in my room that night, Stephy gave me my missed assignments, and I worked for the whole study period just to get ready for Monday. After lights-out, Cindy and Lisa quietly came into our suite. Like Stephy, they both said that now it was their turn, and they both licked my cunt until I came. The pleasure was unbelievable. Then we all brought each other off until almost 2:00AM, when we all got tired and went to bed. They all seemed to be as highly aroused as I now felt. Monday started my first full week of classes. I was constantly trying to find out about the three missing girls. Even Stephy, who had roomed with one of them, knew nothing other than that they had been in their rooms at lights-out, but they were missing the next morning. I could not find anything that seemed to link them together. As I settled into the school routine, by dual existence became more bizarre. Here was a grown man, living in a woman's body that was incredibly beautiful, and attending an all girls college with 200 other equally beautiful girls. I seemed to be as horny as they were. We all looked forward to lights-out so that we could play together. In addition, my breasts actually seemed to swell a little more during the week, so I was becoming concerned that the long-term effects of the hormones may not be fully understood. That scared me. What would happen when this strange case ended, and I tried to resume my life as a private investigator. I was especially enjoying the dinner time so that I could wear the revealing dresses with my new cleavage. I tried all of the lowest cut ones just to see how I looked. What a knock-out I was! Right now though, I had to be more concerned with trying to solve the case at hand. A LEAD By Wednesday, I had begun to hear small comments about some activities that seemed outside school rules. I could not prove anything, but it sounded as though some of the girls had access to pot and Cocaine. Stephy, Cindy, and Lisa seemed to know nothing about it when I asked them what was going on. By using my normal investigation procedures, I soon found out that at least one girl at our end of the hall was a regular user. Now I had a clue to begin working with. The strict school timetables made my work difficult, but I soon had taken concealed photographs of the girl in a Cocaine "buy" with a faculty member. Now I had something to start with. The faculty member was Ms. Wallace. I decided that my next step should be to get to know Ms. Wallace better. I started sitting next to her at dinner, and asking questions about the school and her athletic teams. I even attended her additional exercise classes during an extra period that I had. For the next week, I discretely watched for some sign that she noticed my attentions. The school week continued normally. My academiv load was difficult, even for me as an adult, and the dance and exercise classes actually reduced my weight by an additional 10 pounds. The girls seemed as sexually aroused as I was, and we played games with each other each night. They all had some sort of sex toy hideen in their rooms, and they traded them freely. Tuesday morning, Lisa came into our room as I was dressed in just my panties and bra. "Here is something for you to try today. We all use them occasionally. Just sit down on the bed." In her hand, she had two metal spheres. She pulled down my panties and inserted them into my cunt, and pulled the panties back up. "There!" she said. Stephy smiled as I continued to get dressed. During the day, the two balls continually moved inside me. They created a continual state of arousal during the while day, and during exercise class, I almost climaxed from their motion. In the dormitory, I took them out in the shower, and I could see Lisa smiling at me. In the room before dinner she asked, "How did they feel?" "Just great," I confessed. as I returned them to her. "What other toys do you have?" I found out later in the week, as she spent a night in our suite with a variety of vibrators and dildoes. It was the first time that I had experienced penetration since using the M/X-2, and I really enjoyed the sensations as she played with me until I climaxed. I concluded that all of them were as sexually aroused as I was. We all must have been gived the M/X "behavior modification" compound. I also continued my efforts to learn more about Ms. Wallace, and finally, on a Friday night, she commented that she was going to try some new exercises, and wondered if I would be willing to test them for her. This might be a good chance, so I said yes. I met her in the gymnasium the next morning, and we both dressed in leotards, tights, and exercise shoes. In the dance room, the mirrored wall emphasized my beautiful figure slim waist, large, thrusting breasts, and a finely featured face topped with long blond hair. What a sight I had become. Ms. Wallace was equally attractive. She was slig