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CURLS FOR CONRAD by Sandy Sullivan Prologue Conrad is in trouble, he just doesn't know how much trouble! It is Monday morning, and Conrad is sitting in a straight back chair in the entrance foyer of his wife's mansion. He is sitting there because his wife told him to when she left to go to the bank she owns. He is to wait right there until his mother in law arrives from her home in Paris. Conrad is afraid, Conrad has been cheating on his rich wife, he knew it was stupid, but he just couldn't help himself. Conrad had used women from an early age. You see Conrad is pretty, oh he is definitely male with all the right equipment. He is just so good looking you have to say he is pretty. Conrad is five foot seven inches tall, weighs 125 lbs, with a slim & wiry body. You are probably thinking so what, this doesn't sound like a hunk. No he isn't, Conrad's charm stem from his clear blue eyes, his long lashes and his light blond hair. His features are perfectly formed and he has a perfect complexion and very little beard or body hair. What beard and body hair he has is light blonde and soft. It is Conrad's mind that fascinates women. Conrad knows how to charm women and has all his life. His teenage years were filled with one conquest after another. Conrad loved to make women fall in love (or lust) with him, but as soon as he had them crazy for him and had subjected them to every sexual possibility, Conrad would ruthlessly dump them. After all there were always others, and his interest waned as soon as he had gotten them to perform every sexual act with him. Yes Conrad was heartless and cruel to women. Allyson has been Conrad's down fall, his wife is the most beautiful woman Conrad has ever met. Her full and healthy brunette hair and complexion is the direct opposite to him. Allyson has a body most men would die for, and Allyson is rich. Really rich. Conrad had been so affected by her beauty he had actually married her before she had allowed any sexual behavior. He had also been influenced by the fact that she was rich and he would not have to work, just live the life of the idle rich. Allyson is eight years older than Conrad and owns a bank holding company that has twelve large branch banks. Allyson's father adored her and at his death he left her as the sole owner of a two billion dollar bank. Allyson's mother was left 10 million in cash as a gift. She already had obtained 20 million in a divorce settlement ten years earlier. Allyson and her mother had a good relationship, and visited each other often at places like the French Riviera, Rome, London, and Paris. Conrad always chose not to go because of his terrible fear of flying. Allyson's father would have been deeply disturbed to know how much Allyson had been influenced by her mother since his death. He divorced her to keep her ideas of a matriarchal society from influencing his beloved Allyson. It was only after they had been married for several years and he had started to become successful that her dominating opinions surfaced. William Lawtell was a very strong willed man and immediately disagreed with his beautiful but increasingly radical wife. After the divorce she returned to her native France and began to live her preferred life-style. As a dominant leader of women who preferred their men to be subservient. In the years since her departure, she had developed a business out of her desires and now had a very large organization devoted to training boys and men to serve women. All of this was of course unknown to Conrad, he having only met her at his wedding to Allyson. However he remembered her as being almost as beautiful as her daughter, but her manner and presence was very intimidating. Allyson, when she had learned of Conrad's infidelity had given Conrad two options, be thrown out on the street penniless, which she could certainly do since he had signed a pre-nuptial agreement, or submit to training by her mother to make him into a suitable companion that she could be certain would never cheat on her again. Her mother had agreed with delight to come and bring enough staff and other necessities to train Conrad right here in the mansion. Conrad knew she had never liked him and did not want Allyson to marry him. For this reason his fear was worsened, and by the fact that he could not imagine what sort of training was being considered. Chapter One Conrad was dressed in his normal casual attire of tight blue jeans, scoop neck sleeveless tank top, and the latest fad in name brand untied sneakers. His long blond hair was pulled straight back and fastened in a low ponytail as was fashionable with the younger crowd. Conrad had always used his long blond hair to advantage when on the prowl, finding that many girls were fascinated with long haired men. Conrad heard several cars in the front drive and rose to greet his mother in law at the door with much apprehension. it was necessary for Conrad to open the door since Allyson had dismissed the household staff that morning. She told him that her mother's staff would handle the household until he had been properly trained. " Good morning mother De Estrange" Conrad said forcing a smile to his face while watching a large number of women unload from two airport limousines and a van filled with trunks and luggage. "How sweet Connie, however you do stumble over my name terribly. It will be best if you just call me Madame at all times. Now let us go into the study so we can have a private conversation about your atrocious behavior. My staff will handle everything else." Madame Marlene De Estrange said. "Well Connie it appears you have behaved very badly. You have violated my daughters trust and embarrassed her quite severely. I know of the pre-nuptial agreement and asked her why she did not throw you out, it seems even after you have betrayed her she still has affection for you. Of course you know I was against her marrying you in the first place, but she is just as stubborn as her father was. However it seems we are faced with changing your behavior and making you into a fit companion for my wealthy daughter. Are you committed to making the changes necessary to be able to remain with Allyson?" Madame asked. "Yes, I am. I love Allyson and regret my behavior, I just can't seem to help it. Some compulsion in me drives me to woman after woman." Conrad replied. "Yes Madame, is more appropriate Connie, try to remember. The changes necessary to rid you of this compulsion will be very drastic and severe are you sure you want to go through with this?" Madame enquired. "Yes Madame, I realize this is the only way Allyson will allow me to remain living with her. I don't know what I would do if I had to leave." Very well Connie, I have some papers here that Allyson's lawyer prepared for me. It will be necessary, for you to sign these before we begin your training. I must warn you, once you have signed these papers and started in training, you will be required to complete my program. You will not be allowed to quit no matter how much you dislike the changes. Is that clear?" "Yes Madame , I will do anything to be able to remain with Allyson." "Sign these papers where I have marked them with the X and I will have my staff begin your training immediately." Immediately after signing the papers Madame's assistant entered the room and began to question Conrad from a medical questionnaire. After Conrad answered all the questions, Jennie, Madame's assistant told Conrad to follow her to have some tests made. Jennie led Conrad into one of the rooms that had formerly been a downstairs bedroom with an attached bath. He was surprised that in the short time they had been here so many changes had been made. Freight delivery men were carrying in all sorts of medical equipment, and strange looking benches and tables were being set up all over. Jennie seated Conrad in a chair in the only quiet corner, telling him to remain there until the nurse could get to him. As Conrad observed all of the activity, it suddenly dawned on him that all of this equipment was being brought in for his training! Oh no, he thought this looks serious, I don't know what this training is supposed to be but if it includes using any of this stuff I'm out of here. Man I would rather be broke on the streets than let Madame exhibit her displeasure with all of these devices. Conrad quietly stood and began slowly moving toward the back of the house, planning to get in his car get out of here as quickly as possible. His car, the one thing that he owned, Allyson had given the Jaguar to him as an engagement present and the title was in the glove compartment. With the five hundred cash he had in his pocket and what he could sell the Jag for he could get set up again a long way from here. Conrad's mind was racing almost as fast as he was shaking with fear, as he moved to the garage. To hell with his clothes and jewelry, he had to escape from that mad woman. He hated to leave Allyson, but it was she who had turned him over to her imperious mother for who knows what kind of revenge. There he had made it to the garage now to get the Jag started, the door open and no one could catch him then. What! The keys are gone, but he always left the keys in the ignition! "Are these what you are looking for Connie?" Conrad turned startled at the voice of Madame, to see her standing in the door to the house holding his car keys. Damn he thought, well I will just rush her and take them away from her. She is not going to stop me now. Just then he heard a sound behind him and turning in fright he saw two of the biggest women he had ever seen advancing on him. They were both wearing nurses uniforms and one was carrying something in her hand. Before he could move something hit him in the stomach and he was hit by the ten thousand volts from the Taser stun gun. As Conrad writhed on the floor the other nurse injected something from a syringe into his arm. Everything went black for Conrad even as he screamed. Chapter Two Conrad awoke slowly, he was in his own bed, Allyson had banished him to another bedroom since discovering his affairs. Damn he hurt all over, his face felt swollen, his chest, and stomach also had a dull ache. The covers were pulled up to his neck and his long hair had been taken out of the ponytail and was arranged on top of the covers. He started to get out of bed and realized he couldn't move his hands or feet, some type of restraints were holding him motionless. With the covers pulled up he couldn't see what was holding him. "Good Morning Connie" Allyson said entering the room. "My don't you look nice and sweet with your hair loose and fluffed out. I just stopped by to see how you were doing. Mother told me you tried to break your promise yesterday. You really should not have done that, you made mother angry by lying to her. You signed legal contracts allowing her to anything to you that she wants, you really should have read them first. Now you can't change your mind, and will have to submit to her. It will all be for the best, when you have been properly prepared and your behavior modified sufficiently then we will be able go out again to all of the social events you so love to attend. When mother has finished with you I am sure I will be able to trust you not to misbehave." Allyson advised Conrad. "But Allyson, she has brought all kinds of medical equipment in the house and right now I'm trussed up in the bed where I can't move. You have to cancel this stupid plan, I'm afraid of what she is going to do to me!" Conrad cried out. "I'm afraid it is too late for that Connie, you can just think about how much you hurt and humiliated me, while mother changes you into a nice sweet natured person. It will take some time so you just need to get used to being completely under her control. By the way I can't stop her now even if I wanted to, I signed a contract with her also, and paid her two million dollars to change you. So just relax and enjoy Connie, you don't have any choice. Bye now, I hope you have an exciting day." With a wave Allyson left him alone again. He could hear her laughter ringing in his ears long after she was gone. How exciting does she think it is to be tied up in your bed. I wish somebody would come in here, I have to pee real bad. Even my thing hurts, what all have they done to me anyway. What is with this Connie business, she knows I like to be called Conrad. "Well good morning Connie did you sleep well dear?" the first nurse asked as the two who had captured him in the garage came in. "Damn it my name is Conrad, and you know I slept well, you knocked me out with that shot. And why in hell am I all tied up.?" Conrad shouted in frustration. "Well dear the last thing you did before we sedated you was try to run away. That really was very stupid you know. Now Madame is mad and I'm afraid you are going to suffer until you can get back in her good graces. By the way we haven't been formally introduced have we, I am Nancy and she is Betty and we are your personal handlers." "Handlers, what in the devil are handlers?, and get me untied before I piss in the bed." Conrad barked. Nancy pulled the covers back and said "Handlers are just that, we handle you, when you behave we will assist you in everything like getting dressed, and going to your training sessions. When you don't behave we handle you like we did yesterday. If you didn't like what happened then I suggest you behave properly, we were being gentle yesterday." That reply caused Conrad some alarm, and made him realize that it probably wouldn't be too smart to make these women mad. When the covers were pulled back he could see he had been dressed in a frilly pink nylon gown. Damn, what next. Conrad's hands and forearms were ingeniously encased in white leather mittens that were connected together at the palm and wrist, a zipper on the outside of each arm and hand was unzipped to free his hands. The mittens were attached to a wide white leather band that encircled his waist. Betty swung his legs over the side of the bed as he sat up causing Conrad to cry out in pain. His penis had been throbbing painfully but something hard had gouged his balls when he sat up. Betty quickly undid a similar contraption that had encased his legs and feet from the calf to his toes, there was a hard bottom on this device that held his feet in an exaggerated arch. These are professionally constructed items, these people have done this to someone before! Nancy strapped his feet into high heeled slippers with open toes that revealed his toenails painted with bright red polish. "What is all this crap?" Conrad raged. "Why what do you mean? Nancy asked. "This crap." Conrad shouted even louder and waved his hands when he saw his fingernails had also been polished. "And this gown, and high heel shoes. Why is this Halloween costume on me?" "Connie that is not a Halloween costume. That is how you are going to be dressed from now on. You should not have made Madame mad. She was going to gradually teach you manners and respect for women, but now I'm sure you are going to get much more. Be sure to sit down to urinate like a good girl Connie." Nancy said. Conrad was hurrying to the bath as fast as he could on the unfamiliar high heels, and wasn't paying attention to what Nancy was saying. When he had stood up the urgency to urinate became acute, so acute he almost did not; notice the painful tugging on his penis. Arriving in front of the commode he frantically pulled the folds of the long gown up and reached for his penis to aim it but all he felt was a metal tube being pulled back between his legs. As he bent over to see what was wrong, the gown slipped out of his grasp and unable to wait any longer the warm stream began running down his legs. Conrad threw up his hands in disgust and shuddered as he finally found relief. It seemed to take forever for the stream to stop and he stood there thoroughly humiliated while Betty and Nancy laughed at him. As soon as he could he grabbed the gown and pulled it over his head, pissy hem and all. "What have you bitches done to me?" Conrad screamed as he tried to find his penis inside the tube. Since the tube was being pulled back between his legs he tried to pull it forward, but then he realized it was connected to something under his butt cheeks. Stepping in front on the large mirror on the wall he could see a small but strong stainless steel chain around his waist, turning his back to the mirror he could see two more chains, going from the chain about his waist, down under his butt cheeks to a point somewhere in back of his sack. "Don't worry dear, no permanent damage has been done yet. That tube is easily removable. However I suggest you watch your language if you don't want Madame to have it installed permanently." Nancy said. The thought of a permanent installation made Conrad's blood run cold. Conrad raised his eyes from his groin area and was shocked to see that his face was swollen and puffy, his eyebrows had been thinned into a sweeping blond arch, and they had pierced his other ear! His chest, lower stomach, and groin were covered with splotchy red whelps and the hair was gone from those areas. His long blond hair had been taken out of the slicked back tail he always wore it in and had been fluffed and spread about his shoulders. Looking down at the high heeled shoes on his feet, and the nylon gown on the floor Conrad let out an agonized wail--- "No!, You aren't going to,---- You can't do this to me! "Well of course we can dear, you signed the papers that gave us your permission. You really should have read them more closely. The affidavit you signed says that you have always wanted to be a woman, and that Madame is instructed to make your lifelong dream come true. By now those papers have been signed by your wife also, have been notarized and are legal documents requiring that Madame do as instructed. Really Connie what other type of madness could have driven you from woman to woman. Obviously it was your consummate desire to be female that caused you to be dissatisfied with every woman as soon as you had finished abusing them." Nancy said. "No, that's not true, look I know I haven't been a very nice person, but I will apologize, and I won't bother any one ever again. Just let me get my clothes on an I will disappear. Allyson will never see me again. Just let me go." Conrad was almost crying as he pleaded to be spared from what he rightly deduced was to be his fate. "That is just not possible Connie, you must undergo the training your wife has requested. You certainly may not leave as it is her intention to show your new persona off to everyone you have ever hurt or humiliated. So we might as well get started." Nancy replied. While Conrad and Nancy were talking, Betty had started filling the tub with water, and poured several liquids from vials she carried in her pocket in the water. Nancy used a special key to remove the tube from around Conrad's penis and free him from the chains. Conrad was surprised at the ingenious nature of the tube. It was shaped to perfectly fit around the contours of the head of his penis , leaving it free while severely constricting the shaft. It's design would allow stimulation of the sensitive head while effectively preventing an erection. In fact an erection would be very painful. Betty began scrubbing the penile restrainer while Nancy removed his shoes and tied his hair up and forced him into the tub filled with fragrant bubbles. Conrad was told to relax and soak in the tub until told to get out. Chapter Three Conrad did relax, the soothing bath was helping him but he was still very upset at all that was going on. It looked like Madame as she so pompously described herself intended to make him look like a woman as his punishment for cheating on her daughter. Apparently she is also vindictive, as evidenced by that horrible metal sleeve she put around his penis. Conrad kept trying to calm himself down so he could think logically on how to get through this idea of Allyson's he had been tricked into. Obviously if he did not want to be punished further he would have to show respect for Madame even though he did not mean it. Perhaps the best way to get through this crap would be to go along with whatever they wanted him to do. Maybe if he cooperated enthusiastically he could convince them he was accepting the training and he would then have a better chance of escaping. If there was anything Conrad was really good at it was deceiving women. Now he must put on a stellar performance in hopes of escaping before they could do too much damage to him. While he relaxed in the soothing potions in the bath another unfamiliar woman came in and cleaned up the floor where he had urinated. She also took the soiled gown when she left. Nancy soon returned and taking the shower hose down she wet his hair and thoroughly shampooed his hair. A very nice smelling conditioner was massaged in and allowed to set for a minute or two before Nancy rinsed it out. Nancy stood and holding a towel out to Conrad said----- "Okay Connie lets get out of the tub and get dressed for your first day of training." Conrad reached deep into his deceitful personality and summoned up a slight smile. He must not over do it right away or they would become suspicious. True to her description of her duties Nancy helped him from the tub and then showed him how to dry from the feet up. Nancy produced what looked like bikini underwear and had him step in the and pull them up his legs. When they were up to the tops of his thighs she reached into his groin area and deftly pushed both his testicles up in side him. Conrad screamed in pain but managed not to curse at her and instead obeyed her instructions as soon as he could, to pull the tight panties up while she held his balls in place. When the bikini looking panty was in place it held his testicles up inside him securely. Reaching through a small opening in the front Nancy roughly pulled his limp penis out through the opening. Her not too gentle treatment convinced Conrad she was deliberately trying to antagonize him so she could report him to Madame. When she reached for the penile restrainer Conrad stifled the desire to fight and allowed her to slide the lubricated tube up his penis and secure it and the chains without resistance. Determined now to convince them he had given up any kind of resistance he quietly donned the long flowing pink nylon satin robe that she handed to him. Nancy firmly guided Conrad back into the bed room and seated him in front of the mirrored dresser. A tray containing a small glass of water, a cup of steaming coffee, a large white pill, and one cigarette had been placed there. Conrad reached for the coffee but Nancy said-- "The pill first Connie" "What is it?" Conrad asked. "Not that you need to know but, it is Nizoral, an antibiotic. You may have some low level infections and Madame wants you cleaned up so your body will be capable of responding properly to your training regimen particularly the exercise and dance classes that require a great deal of stamina." Conrad obediently swallowed the pill and then began to enjoy the coffee and cigarette. He might not have enjoyed it so much had he known that Nancy had not told him the whole truth about the pill. It did have antibiotic and antifungal properties, but it is also a very effective testosterone blocker. Given in the dosage he would be taking daily he would be chemically castrated in a matter of a few weeks. Of course this would greatly enhance the effects of the estrogen and progesterone injections he was to receive later in the day. The female hormone injections would assist in the chemical castration as well as feminize his body. Given together they would rapidly change Conrad's body, so much that within a matter of only months his formerly wiry body would be covered by a smooth layer of shapely feminine flesh. As Conrad finished the coffee and cigarette he was shocked and humiliated to see Suzanne enter the room. Suzanne was the hot pants beautician that Allyson had caught him with at the motel. Which reminded Conrad of how he had gotten himself in this predicament. Stupidly, he now realized he had hit on the beautiful salon owner his very first visit there. Stupid because he did not realize that not only was the owner a special friend of Allyson's but she also had obtained a large loan from Allyson's bank and was extremely loyal to Allyson. It was the salon owner that assigned this very same hot pants beautician to do his hair cuts. Conrad had never suspected until now that he had been set up. "Well lets see if I can get our new girl fixed up a little for the first day of her new life. This is going to be a lot of fun. You didn't know it Connie, but my preference is for the female gender. Maybe we can have another date when you are more like my type." Suzanne said. Conrad steeled himself to the references to himself in the feminine gender and forced a pleasant smile for Suzanne. I won't let you get to me either sister, I refuse to be tricked into giving Madame any reason to institute further punishment. He sat quietly while Suzanne combed through his wet hair and began to blow it dry. Suzanne turned the blow dryer off while his hair was still damp and taking some glossing glace' in her hands she worked it through his long tresses. Brushing it straight back an up she captured it with several long duck bill clips and then separated his hair into numerous strands, keeping each one separated from the others with a smaller clip. Moving to the side she pulled one strand in front of each ear that was shorter than the rest and wound the strand on a magnetic roller and fastened each with clips in a vertical position, at the temple. At first Conrad thought she was going to roll all of his hair up as he had seen her do to many women the times when he had his hair trimmed at the salon Allyson had recommended to him. Suzanne started pulling the strands of his hair together at the top of his head, and glancing at the mirror he realized she was braiding his long hair. For the first time since he had begun to wear his hair long, Conrad wished he had a crew cut. They were taking everything about his appearance and using it to make him look like a girl! Conrad began to watch closely as Suzanne continued braiding his damp hair. She had pulled the strands almost straight up when she started weaving them together which made the braid begin at the top front of his head. He had worn his hair pulled straight back for so long, the thick braid was giving an entirely new shape to his head. By pulling up on the strands his facial skin had also been lifted and stretched somewhat, and coupled with his highly arched eyebrows had created a rather bland and vacuous facial expression that he was not going to be able to change as long as his hair was in the braid. Damn Conrad thought, she is making me look like the stereotypical dumb blond air-head. Soon Suzanne had completed the braid into which she had woven several lavender ribbons, with which she wrapped the ends of his hair and then tied into a complex bow. "Oh you look much better already Connie, Suzanne cooed. In a few days when your skin has recovered from the electrolysis I can use makeup and you will be a real cutie then." Well thank goodness for little blessings Conrad thought. At least I won't have to wear makeup for a few days because of that electric whatever. I wonder if that zap gun they used on me is what made my skin get so red and puffy. Nancy had returned from the closet with clothing for Conrad, and opening a box withdrew a firmly boned wasp waisted lavender corset. Oh no, Conrad thought more torture! " Come over here Connie, it is time to get dressed." Betty said while lowering what looked like a trapeze from the ceiling. Conrad had not noticed this thing earlier and realized this must have been installed since "Madame" had taken over the house. Betty helped Conrad remove the dressing gown and then fastened the padded cuffs attached to each end of the bar to his wrists. Betty stepped over to the wall and pressed a button which caused the bar to retract towards the ceiling. Conrad's arms were lifted until just the tips of his polished toes were touching the floor. Nancy wrapped the corset around his middle and hooked it together. Then she began pulling the laces ever tighter. The first trip through Conrad thought this is not going to be very bad. But then she began the process all over. The corset fitted just below what would have been Conrad's breasts, if he had any, and stopped just at the top of his hip bones. While Nancy was lacing Betty kept pushing and pulling the flesh on Conrad's chest up and the flesh around his lower back and hips down. By the third pass through the laces Conrad was gasping for breathe and was sure the women were trying to smother him. "Take shallow slow breaths Connie and you will get used to the corset soon." Nancy said. Finally Nancy tied the laces off and Betty lowered his arms. Back in a normal standing position Conrad could see in the full length mirror in front of him that the flesh Betty had rearranged made it appear that he had a semblance of breasts and slightly fuller hips. Conrad was somewhat light headed now and was trying to breathe as Nancy had instructed. Leaving him connected to the bar so he could use it for balance, Betty knelt at Conrad's feet, and after removing his slippers she lifted a garter belt up and fastened it around his waist. Nancy then rolled sheer lavender stockings up his hairless legs and fastened them to the garter tabs. Betty produced a pair of lavender open toed high heel sandals and fastened the straps snugly around Conrad's ankles. The trouble Conrad was having getting a breathe was effectively distracting him from taking offense at what was being done to him. He concentrated on breathing while Betty lowered a filmy rayon lavender sun dress over his shoulders as he held his hands up as instructed. Betty tugged it into place as Conrad stared at himself in the mirror. He had said they couldn't do this, but they had! Staring back at him was a rather attractive narrow waisted female with a hint of cleavage showing in the scoop neck of the sleeveless sun dress. The arms and neck were a little stringy yet but the overall impression was female! Conrad seemed to be frozen in place, totally shocked by what had been done to him in less than twenty four hours. He finally roused from the stupor when he heard Suzanne calling ----- "Come sit over here again Connie for some finishing touches." Numbly Conrad managed to walk on the four inch heels without falling, although quite clumsily. He did as Suzanne had instructed and she used the blow dryer on each of the rollers she had placed in front of his ears. Putting the dryer away she told him to make pout lips and she quickly brushed on bright red lip color, after waiting a moment she went over his lips with some sort of clear liquid that gave them a wet look. Suzanne sprayed the hollow of Conrad's neck, the fake cleavage and the inside of his elbows with a perfume that smelled of Violets. Finally she took the two clips and rollers out and pulled the resulting curls into loose hanging ringlets which she sprayed with a hair fixative. Conrad was, if possible, even more shocked now. He seemed entranced by his new image, unable to protest or resist so drastic was the impact on his self concept. Nancy finally took him by the elbow and said ------ "Come along Connie, it is time to have breakfast, we must not keep Madame waiting, I know she must be impatient to see the new Connie." Slowly at first, but gaining more poise with each step, Conrad with Nancy's assistance and instructions began the walk to the dining room. Conrad was so embarrassed he knew he must be livid with shame. The gauzy dress swished at every step, and the lavender hose made a slipping noise as his thighs rubbed at every step. The method Nancy had shown him to walk with caused an exaggerated swing of his hips but was necessary for him to be able to manage the heels. The whole large dining room was filled with the faces of women he did not know that were seated around the table. They all gave a polite round of applause at his appearance. Madame smiled broadly from the head of the table as she said ----- "Oh how precious, you have made such good progress Connie. I hope this means that your little episode of yesterday will not be repeated. You look just wonderful Connie, I almost can't wait until we have had a few months to work on you, you are going to be just darling." AAAGh, "just darling", Conrad almost threw up at the syrupy words of "Madame." The previous shock he had been in from seeing his radically altered appearance had dissipated rapidly at the embarrassment he felt at being presented before these women in his present condition. Control yourself, control, control, the only way to get away from these crazy women is to convince them you have accepted these horrible things they are doing to you and are resigned to your fate. Whatever it is these unmerciful monsters have planned. Conrad had been seated right next to Madame and she was now saying --- "Well Connie you really have improved since yesterday. This morning after breakfast you will be seeing a very special Doctor I have flown directly from Paris to handle your case. She has been in charge of all of my previous students, and does such marvelous work. I am sure Allyson will be delighted with what she can make of you. The next few months are going to be so very exciting for me. You can't possibly know how thrilled I was when Allyson asked me make you into a suitable companion for her. Of course they may be rather difficult for you but that is of no matter since you certainly deserve any inconvenience you might have after what you did to my precious daughter." Conrad stared at the breakfast that had been served to him. A half grapefruit, six Melba toast wafers, and a cup of black coffee. Oh yes and one cigarette. "We can't have you eating too heavily dear, that would just defeat our waist shaping regimen. It is very important to have a small shapely waist, it does so much for one's appearance. Yes your cigarettes have been rationed, I know you are a heavy smoker, and I really don't want to be cruel so you will have eight today, tomorrow only six, and then reduced by one each day thereafter. But don't mistake my kindness for weakness Connie. You deserve to be punished severely for your attempted escape, but I will just reserve that option depending on your behavior. However, be warned any repeat of yesterdays behavior and I will punish you in such a severe manner that you will never forget." Conrad devoured the meager breakfast he had been given while the woman talk swirled around him. Well she can threaten all she wants as soon as I get the smallest chance I'm out of here no matter how much she threatens. As soon as he had finished his one cigarette Nancy got up and came over to his chair. "Time to go see the Doctor Connie". Nancy said. Conrad wasn't real thrilled at the sound of that. He had seen all of the equipment being moved into the house and realized it was there to be used on him at some stage of this "training". Hopefully the Dr. has not planned anything too drastic for today. Conrad studiously controlled his steps to produce the motion Nancy had shown him was necessary to walk successfully in high heels. The swishing sounds were beginning to be associated with pleasure as the head of his penis was being rubbed deliciously with each step. Of course just as soon as the pleasure began to increase his penis would swell and then be choked by that infernal device "Madame" had instructed be kept on his organ continuously. The constricting nature of the tube would cause pain which made his penis recede only to be excited once again in a vicious cycle. Nancy ushered Conrad into the Clinic as the room had been labeled with a new sign, and instructed him to lay on the examination table. She swiftly fastened his feet in the stirrups and raised his skirt exposing his restrained penis and bare buttocks. "Well, so this is Connie." The Doctor said entering the Clinic. Conrad experienced some fear at her appearance, since she was wearing regular hospital whites as if prepared for surgery! "You are very pretty Connie, you won't pose much of a challenge for my skills. From the looks of you, and the test results I have just been reading, unless you don't behave properly I won't get to do any work on you for several months. But of course I will see you every other day to check up on your progress and give you your injections. So I might as well give you your injections now and you can be off to your classes." "Injections?" Conrad inquired weakly. He had always feared and disliked shots of any kind, and because of the circumstances he now found himself in he had a special fear of what the Doctor was going to inject him with. "Yes dear, you will receive two injections every other day. This one (holding a syringe up) contains estrogen, the principle female hormone. Estrogen, when injected in sufficiently large doses, will in a year or so reshape your body into a distinctly female form. Your breasts will develop, your hips will grow wider and more shapely, and of course your mind will begin thinking as a female's does." Conrad shuddered as he felt the fluid enter the muscle of his right hip. "This injection (holding up the second syringe so Conrad could see it) contains progesterone. This will assist the estrogen in creating you over into a female. It will also, over the next few weeks, chemically castrate you, so that you won't have to worry about having those nasty erections. They do so disturb the lines of the new clothing you will be wearing. The first few weeks on these hormones will be the worst, and you may have some emotional upsets, but just as soon as they gain control of your brain cells you will find that you will be very happy and excited about the changes taking place in your body. Well, see you day after next Connie." Conrad was too dumfounded at the things the Doctor had said to offer a reply. They weren't just making him dress like a woman, they intended to change him into one! Chemically castrate, no erections, wide hips, breasts, his poor brain was swimming with the terrible things she had said. In just a few weeks she had said he would be chemically castrated! I must hurry and find a way to escape from here. "Come along Connie" Nancy said as she freed his feet from the stirrups. "It is time for some lessons in female deportment." Conrad got off the examination table and shuddered as he looked around the room seeing all the strange stainless steel chairs and operating tables, and the cabinets filled with shiny instruments. A deep chill had settled in Conrad as the full realization that they planned to use all of this equipment on him. As he followed Nancy out of the room he was almost shivering with fear. Now as he walked with the hip swinging gait required by the high heels he imagined he could feel the hormones spreading outward from the injection sites flowing throughout his body and into his brain. The Doctor had said they would control his brain cells and he would like what they were doing to him. A sense of total urgency seized Conrad causing an adrenaline high so severe it seemed that everything was moving in slow motion compared to his thoughts. Nancy led him into a large sitting room where he saw several unfamiliar females dressed similar to himself. Perfect for a morning tea in the Summer. "Come sit here with us Connie" Conrad, his mind still preoccupied with the things the Doctor had said, plopped down in the nearest chair as he always did. "Stand Up!" The same woman screamed at him. Startled by the sudden change in her voice and demeanor, he jumped to his feet. He was so startled he forgot he was wearing high heels and wobbled unsteadily for several moments. "Ladies do not fall onto the furniture like crude male animals! You must place your hands behind you and tuck your skirt under and gracefully lower yourself into the chair." She instructed in the same soft tones as her original statement. Conrad terrified that he might make her angry and be reported to Madame tried to do as she said. "Do it again Connie, try to think gracefully! Again Conrad tried her method more slowly and smoothly. "Again Connie! And again he tried, more slowly and smoothly. "Much better, but this time smile and maintain eye contact with me as you sit.! Jerry forced what he hoped was a smile, and stared at her cold eyes as he smoothly held the folds of his skirt and gracefully lowered his body into the chair. "Well the smile could stand some improvement, but that was much better. Now spread the folds of your skirt evenly, and place your feet like I have mine and bring your knees together." Copying the position of her feet he moved his right foot slightly backward and turned the toes of his pumps ever so slightly outward, surprised that the motion seemed to bring his knees together naturally. He noticed she was sitting forward in the chair so he also imitated her posture and found that he gained some relief from the corset in this position. "That is much better, I am Bridget and I will be your coach on how to move, walk, gesture, posture and social graces. Please pay attention when I speak to you and do not speak until spoken to." Bridget said. "Now Connie, try to rise just as gracefully and walk to the far wall. Look at your self in the mirrors and try to make each step as graceful as possible." Conrad rose and began to walk as he had been directed. He was still very nervous and upset by what the Doctor had said and was not concentrating on his instructions. "That is not graceful! You are not a prostitute dragging for business! Take smaller steps and concentrate on smoothing out your motions." Bridget admonished him. Back and forth Conrad walked, trying his best to follow her instructions. The instructions and walking seemed to be endless and Conrad's feet, not used to high heels were really hurting. Suddenly he was startled by a blood curdling scream from down the hall. He stopped in the middle of the room frozen in place by the sound. He thought, but wasn't sure that he could hear sobbing, the sound level was much lower now. "You may continue Connie, no need to pay any attention to what you heard. One of the other men Madame has accepted for training was just being punished for misbehaving. I am sure she will be a perfect lady from now on." Bridget said smiling, her smile was accompanied by muted laughter from the other women. What kind of punishment could have caused such a horrible scream? Madame had warned him about trying to escape, and said she would punish him so severely he would never forget it if he tried again. Damn these women were dangerous. However, motivated by what the Doctor had said to him about the hormones chemically castrating him Conrad still planned to escape at the earliest opportunity. Finally Bridget announced that today's lesson was at an end and another of the women announced it was time for his dancing lessons. The group of ladies left the room and a rather severe looking older woman entered shortly after ward. She brought with her a pair of white ballet slippers which she instructed Conrad to put on. He managed with the greatest of difficulty, finding it extremely difficult to reach his feet because of the restriction of the corset. For the next hour Conrad was required to assume the many positions of the ballet as instructed by Ms. Hartz. He held on to the bar and stretched until he thought he would be torn apart. His calves and toes ached terribly when he was finally allowed to stop. Betty arrived shortly after he had changed shoes and informed him it was time for a massage to loosen him up after his exercises. Again Conrad had to assume that peculiar hip swinging gait to walk with the high heels. This time it was agony! His legs felt rubbery and ached terribly. Betty led him to another room in the mansion's first floor that had been completely redesigned. This one was also rather scary. It had a strange looking stainless steel chair with a hole in the seat mounted over a large a china bowl. The whole room had been redone with ceramic tiles on the floor and walls. Several hoses and tube like devices were mounted on the walls. Across the room was a padded bench with stout straps at places to fasten arms and legs. Conrad had a very bad feeling about this room. "Lets get all of Connie's clothes off Betty so we can get started." Nancy said. Nancy had been waiting for them when Conrad and Betty arrived. Conrad noticed that Nancy had a large rubber apron over her uniform, and hoped it only meant that she was giving the massage. Betty assisted Conrad in the removal of all of the clothing and carefully hung each item up. She even removed the crushing corset and those horrible panties that were keeping his testicles up inside him. Nancy put on a pair of latex gloves and removed the metal penile restraint. The relief of having all of the restraints removed brightened Conrad's mood so much that he even thought that the massage might be a good idea. "First we must get you ready for the massage, so come sit in the chair please." Nancy said. Conrad padded barefooted across the tile floor, the muscles in his calves cramping with each step. He had been on the high heels and then on his toes all morning and his calf muscles complained at being stretched out again. Conrad sat down as instructed and Nancy started buckling straps around his wrists, knees and ankles. "Hey!, what are those for? Conrad cried in alarm. "Well we wouldn't want you to fall out of the chair Connie." Nancy replied as she completed buckling straps around his thighs and chest. Suddenly the chair began to tilt forward and Conrad found himself facing the floor. His body supported only by the straps. In this position he could see nothing but the tiles in front of his face. However he could hear the two women moving around opening and closing drawers and dragging a hose across the floor. Now he felt something cool and slimy at his rectum! "What are you doing!" Conrad cried out fearfully. Betty laughed and said "I am giving you a grease job, and then Nancy will give you the wash job." Conrad felt an object slide in for three or four inches and then as Betty pulled it back out it deposited a heavy greasy coating. Almost immediately he felt a larger object being inserted. The greasy substance had a deadening effect and Conrad felt no pain until the object was stopped and then began to swell. Suddenly he felt a warm liquid entering his bowels. Oh no, an enema, Conrad had always hated enemas as a child. His mother had given him one every Saturday night until he was fifteen years old, when he had lied to her and convinced her he would do it himself. Of course all he would do would fill the bag and empty it in the commode, but if she checked she would find the bag had been used. Oh the fluid is still flowing in, how much are they going to use? "Nancy, that is enough, I can't hold any more! Conrad said urgently. "Of course you can Connie, just take shallow breaths and relax your stomach muscles, only one more quart to go." she replied. Conrad couldn't believe it his stomach was so distended that in that hanging position he looked like a very pregnant woman! The flow had stopped and he felt the chair being raised back to an upright position. Oh my he still looked like he was pregnant. Betty rubbed his huge stomach and asked----- "Do you like looking pregnant Connie? You know every girl wants to be pregnant. I'm sure Madame would have the Doctor make you pregnant if you want." "What!, are you crazy! No I don't want to be pregnant. and I'm not a girl!" Conrad replied angrily. "Well not yet you aren't, but maybe much sooner than you think Connie." Betty said. Conrad could see Nancy reach under the chair and release something to make the object in his anus shrink, then she quickly pulled it out. AAAAh, the release of the fluid was a pleasant relief, although the odor was anything but pleasant. It seemed a very long time before it was all finally out. When Conrad began to feel as if everything was almost normal again he suddenly felt the chair rising straight up! Nancy was holding a slender and flexible tube about five feet long in her hands when she said ------ "Greased and washed, now it is time to rinse" Nancy slowly began sliding the slender tube in his anus, stopping for a moment when Conrad would grunt as the tube met a curve in his intestines. Then the pushing would began again. Conrad was sure it was about to come out his mouth when Nancy finally reached the end of the tube. Conrad was gasping and sweating all over from the pain of this device when he felt a flow of liquid start again! "The little spray head will rinse everything out as I retract the tube and then you will be sparkling clean Connie" Nancy laughed. Finally the ordeal with the spray wash was over and when Conrad had stopped cramping, he was freed from the chair and his bottom thoroughly washed by Betty to clean up any remaining splatter and lubricant. "Now lets go get you on the table Connie so you can get a thorough massage." Nancy laughed. Conrad was told to lay face down on the table and as soon as he had complied the massage began. Conrad had never had a massage before so he did not know what to expect. For the next thirty minutes every muscle on the backside of his body was mashed, rubbed, moved, and pummeled. Conrad felt like all of his muscles had turned to water. Then they rolled him over and began the same process on the front side, well the same except when they had finished the massage Betty and Nancy each held an electric breast pump on his chest. At the beginning the sucking of his nipples actually felt good, however as they continued to hold the breast pumps there for a long time his nipples became quite swollen and painful. His pleading for them to please stop was to no avail. Finally Betty looked at her watch and told Nancy he had been pumped long enough. Betty and Nancy helped Conrad to stand up from the table, and rubbed some cream on and around his tortured nipples. When it looked like he was strong enough, Nancy ordered him to bend over and grasp his ankles. Conrad obeyed her instructions and was rewarded with having a large tampon inserted into his already over used rectum. Standing back up Conrad found the tampon to be quite uncomfortable, but after a few steps as he was led to another lacing trapeze it seemed to settle in place and the discomfort faded to just a feeling of fullness. The whole dressing routine was repeated again, only now when they had finished lacing him in his corset his poor inflamed nipples pushed out over the top of the half cups and were being irritated and stimulated by every movement of the his dress across them. When they had completed dressing Conrad again he was led back to the dining room for lunch. This time there was another person at the table. Conrad wasn't sure for a while until Madame spoke to him whether this new person was a man in the same situation or not. The person seated stiffly in the chair with arms secured in a folded position under what appeared to be large breasts. She seemed to be wearing some type of low neck straight jacket. Conrad also noticed this persons legs were encased in the white kid sheath with the exaggerated arch in the foot as he had been. When Conrad had rounded the table and was being seated in the chair directly across from this person he was shocked to see the mouth covered with a rubber gag. Tears were streaming down the face of this person and she /he was quietly sobbing and twitching in the bonds that held him/her in place. This person was dressed like Conrad except in yellow and had yellow ribbons in the long braid of dark brunette hair. " You haven't met Carlene yet have you Connie. Don't be too disturbed by her sobs, he has disobeyed my instructions, and worse tried to escape during the night. However since our discipline session this morning "she" has had a change of attitude. Haven't you Carlene?" Madame said looking fiercely at the gagged and helpless creature. Although unable to speak, immediate affirmative nods followed by deeper sobs and twitches was the reply to Madame's inquiry. " In fact I expect that when "she" has been able to regain her composure she will be more than happy to tell me how much she appreciates how my training is going to make her into a lovely woman. Perhaps seeing Carlene after her punishment will encourage you not to make the same mistake she did. You see we are going to be doing a number of things to your body in the days to come that will change you into a perfect female companion for my daughter. As in Carlene's case, poor behavior on your part could result in some rather painful surgery, if you don't relish that thought you should be very careful. So let this be a warning to you I can punish you so severely that you will never forget it!" With those chilling words Madame smiled and told everyone to begin eating. Conrad was very hungry, but he could scarcely eat his salad and Jello for looking at that poor creature across the table. That is who let out that terrible scream this morning, something seems to had a very powerful effect on his emotions. I have never seen anyone sob and twitch like that! While he is sobbing and twitching, he is trembling all over as well. Whatever they did to him must have been horrible! Conrad finally was able to stop looking at that pitiful sight only because he was beginning to feel a cold clutch of fear himself. As soon as he had finished the black coffee and cigarette Nancy and Betty escorted him out of the dining room. This time he was led to a small room that had been a storage area. Now there was a single chair facing a large curved television screen. He was taken to the chair and strapped in place so that he had to look at the screen. Betty and Nancy left the room in the dark and in the moment before a program came on the screen Conrad remembered the poor creature at the dining table and vowed to escape as soon as possible. A wheel with concentric circles began to spin on the screen and Conrad was unable to remember any part of the program after he awoke some three hours later. It was just as well that he couldn't remember what had been subliminally implanted into his subconscious mind. The program started off with a video of a beautiful naked woman and the words ---- "Why you should desire to attain the perfection of the female body form for yourself." "In all of nature there is no more beautiful sight than that of the female body. Perfectly designed and lovely above all other forms in nature, the female form is to be greatly desired. Viewed as a whole, the form and symmetry is most pleasant even across all of the possible variations in size and conformation. Beginning at the lowest part, the gracefully arched foot, enhanced by the wearing of high heels, is at once both elegant and exciting to view. Although you may not have been blessed with the smallest or prettiest feet, the Doctor can mold your feet to the desirable form allowing you to have lovely feminine feet." (The narration seemed to continue without interruption while a subliminal message flashed across the screen. Much too fast for the conscious mind to recognize it, even if not fully hypnotized.) "Ask to have your feet trained today!" "A well turned ankle graced with sheer hose presents a lovely promise of a smooth calf and thigh. Well fleshed and toned legs are very desirable. Madame will provide you with exercise and nutrition to insure the development of well formed and smoothly fleshed legs. The classic female form exhibits smoothly fleshed and well rounded hips and buttocks. Imagine having such lovely hips and well fleshed buttocks, visualize the smooth fit of delicate lace panties, the caress of a fitted skirt when you have obtained this wonderful shape. What a lovely sight you will be. Ask Madame to help you obtain this ideal figure by requesting the female hormones you need." "Ask for the strongest possible doses today!" "A small waist is the perfect compliment to the lovely hips you want so much to have. A small waist is easy to obtain by wearing the proper foundation garments. Madame will be happy to provide you with custom fitted corsets so you may have a small waist. The more severe the lacing the more beautiful your waist will be." "Ask to be laced as tightly as possible today!" "The female breast is a work of art, only in the human being does the breast achieve such beauty. Large, full, smoothly rounded breasts are the hallmark of a truly feminine woman. Large, full breasts, with large sensitive nipples are a source of feminine delight, providing great pleasure to the person who is fortunate to obtain them. Madame can help you obtain this most desirable feminine asset. Be sure to tell Madame how much you desire to have large beautiful breasts." "Tell Madame you want large breasts now!" The woman in the video removed her hands from her breasts and placed them at her sides while turning to a full frontal view. The narration continued--------- "Most important of all is the female genitalia, no ugly and uncomfortable protuberances to mar the vision. The smooth frontal appearance allows the proper fit of delicate la