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This is a work of fiction. No similarity to persons living or dead is intended, especially people in the Mafia. Honest guys, I'm just funning. This story contains violence, non-consensual sex, humiliation and strong transgender themes. If these things and related subjects offend you please read no further. Married To The Mob. Part 1 copyright 1998 Jamie B. "Hi Jamie". His surprise at the soft voice behind him was visible as he jumped and turned to see who it was addressing him. "Oh hi Miss Nina", he replied flushing at being addressed by the raven haired beauty standing in her bedroom doorway, framed by the late afternoon sun. "You gave me a start", he stammered, face flushed. "I didn't think anybody was in the house". "Just little old me", she replied in a coy tone of voice. "Are those for me"? He looked down at the vase of fresh flowers in his hands, remembering why he was in this normally off limits area of the big house. "Uh, no, sorry, I was told to put them in the guest bedroom". "Well, why don't you do just that and then come back here. I have something very exciting I'm dying to show you". With that she disappeared as abruptly as she had appeared. A minute or so later he was standing at her door again, visibly nervous. From where she was sitting across the bottom of a huge white satin and lace four poster bed she called out to him, come on in. He hesitated, "Miss Nina, you know I'm not supposed to be here. I don't even work for your father. If I'm caught talking to you my mother is sure to get into trouble and I don't want that". "And neither do I, were alone and they won't be back for hours. Its just you and me. So come on over here and relax". Reluctantly he stepped into the room, slowly moving towards her. "That's right", she encouraged him as if he were a stray dog. "You come over here and stand right in front of me", pointing to a position a couple of feet away. He stood in the position indicated, feeling a little stupid, and very uncomfortable in the forbidden surroundings with this gorgeous unsettling girl. The danger he knew was real. Having overheard the staff talk about her father's temper, his swift rough justice to anybody who dared to upset him. He knew being found alone in the daughter's bedroom would probably spell the end of him. But something about the girl attracted him like a moth to a light. Even now shaking with fear just one look at her calmly perched on the end of the bed and he was unable to resist her call. Not surprising, any man would find it hard to resist the attraction of the impish expression across her lovely face, her femininity accentuated by the clinging top of her gingham sun dress, and shapely legs peeping out from flounced layers of petticoats. His heart-rate raced as she gathered up the petticoat hems and skirt edge, then dramatically flopped back flat on the bed. With bulging eyes he took in the sight before him. Long shapely legs, silky in sheer stockings. Ruffled pink lace suspenders stretched tight across tanned thighs between stocking top and garter-belt. The garter-belt a dainty slash of embroidered gossamer silk snug around her shapely hips. But it was her panties, and what they covered that held him riveted. Trimmed fur, a dark shadow under the gossamer pink silk; the garment clinging to her intimate skin so that her femininity was not hidden but flaunted. "For God's sake Miss Nina", he stuttered blushing red, and looking over his shoulder guiltily at the half open door. "Put your dress down, your showing everything". "No I'm not", she giggled, sitting up and spreading her legs open. see she said, running her hands over her panties and down between her thighs, "there's a satin panel that covers me up. All you can see is my pussy fur, and that's nothing". "Nothing" he retorted, "if your father knew I was looking at your pussy fur he'd kill me, satin panel or not". "But he's not going to know is he"? she purred. "I was so excited I just had to show somebody, and you are the lucky one I selected". "Show me what", his voice betraying his nervousness. "My new undies, silly. I have a new wardrobe of the prettiest, sexy silky undies you have ever seen". "Oh my god, miss Nina", he groaned, "I'd love to look at your undies new or not, but I'm shit scared of being caught and you have no idea what this is doing to me". Oh yes I do", she giggled, "you're getting hard aren't you"? Blushing to the roots of his hair he nodded, "I have to go Miss Nina". "No", she commanded, a sharp edge in her voice for the first time. "If you leave this room I'm going to tell my father you tried to feel me up". "What do you want from me"?, his voice betraying his capitulation. "You going to jack off aren't you". He blushed again, not used to such frank talk, especially with a girl. then nodded. "I want you to jack off while I watch. I've never seen a man's thing, let alone seen it come". "You won't have to use a man's magazine to get excited, you'll have me here laying on the bed with my dress up". Watching his reaction, she waited for the initial shock to fade then continued quickly before he could say anything. "There's no harm to it Jamie. Take you pants off and show me your thing". "You're kidding me aren't you"? "Uh, uh", she answered a sensual smile spreading across her face. Hooking her thumbs under the top of her panties she peeled them down to her thighs, completely exposing herself as she spread her legs slightly. Then teasing she pulled the garment quickly back into place. "Now, I've shown you mine, you show me yours". He looked over his shoulder to the door then with a sigh of resignation unbuckled his belt and slipped out of his pants. Quickly he slipped his underpants down and stepping out of them stood for her inspection his cock fully erect, the head straining and purple. "Oh my god", her eyes gobbling him up, "that's awesome. That thing's supposed to fit inside me"? He swallowed hard, and looked down at his tool with shy pride. "What do you do to jack off", eyes never leaving the quivering organ. His hormones racing he forgot his surroundings or the danger as he wrapped his hand around the shaft and demonstrated with a few careful tugs how he masturbated. "What happens when you come"? she asked in wonderment, "does a lot of stuff come out"? "Yes, I'm going to need a wad of tissues". "Oh no, I want you to come in my panties". He wanted to warn her of what semen did to clothing, but the thought of this beautiful girl's fragrant moist satin underwear wrapped around his burning cock was too much. He watched silently, eyes bulging as she kicked off her high heels, stood and fiddled for a few moments under disheveled skirts, wriggling the panties down. Flicking the back of her skirts out she sat on the edge of the bed her bare bottom against the satin coverlet. "Can I do it"? she asked, her voice husky. He watched unbelievingly as she retrieved the panties off the carpet then carefully wrapped them around his manhood. She'd done it in such a way that his cock was inside the garment. Groaning in ecstasy he wrapped his fist around his panty shrouded tool. The burning tip came into contact with the cool smoothness of satin still wet from her body. The tickle from the lace trim inflaming his senses as his fist moved up and down the shaft. Nina swept her skirts into her lap and spread her legs wide, presenting him with an unimpeded view of her pussy, lightly furred, framed between two magnificent silken covered thighs. She barely had time to slip her manicured fingers between the folds of her womanhood and open the secret folds, revealing the wetness gushing out of her, before he started pumping furiously. He had wanted the sensation to last forever, but was done in the moment. He collapsed backwards into a chair, watching his gizm pulse through the fabric, covering his hands. The room heavy with the smell of sex and semen. Nina, lost in her own world, pleasuring herself with exploring fingers between her bucking thighs. Both of them so lost in their own pleasure neither heard the door open or the women enter the room until her cry of anguish tore the air. It was Nina's grandmother, but any hope of containing the damage was doomed by the heavy tread of running shoes coming up the stairs in response to the old woman's cry. She has regained her presence, Jamie and Nina were still paralyzed with shock. The old woman crossed the floor toward Jamie, spitting out to the girl, "Pull your dress down and cover yourself whore". Wrapping her bony fingers around Jamie's arm like a vice she tugged at him, "Come with me you perverted piece of filth". He found himself being dragged out of the chair, clutching his collapsed penis still wrapped inside the drenched panties. Hustled out of the room she handed him over to two male guards, he was frog marched past the curious staff gathering in doorways down into the cellar. A locked door opened and he was flung into the darkness, the door crashing closed behind him. Chapter Two: The Decision He lost track of time. It was pitch black and almost sound proof in the cellar. He was scared out of his wits, by the dark and the sounds he took to be rats, and by the thoughts of what would happen to him. Several times he peed his pants, sitting huddled in the corner, shivering, crying, cold and wet. Nina's panties clutched in his fist. Her perfume quickly evaporated leaving only the pungent smell of his own semen, a reminder of his crime. He was in a troubled sleep when the door beside him opened and a familiar voice called his name. "Mum, mum thank god you're here", he cried the tears running down his face as he scrambled towards her on his knees. She took him in her arms, offering comfort, mindless of the smell that permeated his clothing. She waited, seated on the floor beside him while he gulped down a full carton of milk. "Jamie, you know how much trouble you in don't you"? "Oh god, mum, I'm sorry. I don't know what to say", the tears a mixture of contrition, fear and embarrassment. "I ever so sorry". "Nina's father, the Don, is very angry with you. As is your own father, and I'm not far behind. Both your father and I are very disappointed with you . We thought you would have more sense". He went to apologize but the stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Nothing will be gained by our hashing over old ground. Its too late for remorse. The Don wants you punished and there's no escape. You should know that your father, even although he was very angry with you risked the Don's temper to plead for your life". The boy hung his head, sobbing softly. "The Don relented from the death sentence he would normally have handed down because of your age and your father's pleading". She took hold of the scared boys hand, gripping it tightly. "Jamie, you must be brave, this is your only chance. The Don is really angry, one wrong word and he could order you killed". "Oh god, mum, what's going to happen to me"? "The Don demands you live the rest of your life as a girl. This is the only way he feels his honor will be restored". "Oh God", covering his face with his hands. "I'm sorry Jamie, it really is the best we can do under the circumstances. Your father is naturally devastated, but at least you have your life". "Mum how could you and dad do this to me, how can I face my friends and the family in a dress"?. . "Honey". she replied ignoring the anger and hurt in his voice, "you did it to yourself. And it really isn't that bad Jamie". She reminded him quietly, "I'm a girl. I wear a dress, its not a death sentence". "No, just a sentence to have dirty old homos ram their cocks up my arse any time they feel like it." The boy was getting hysterical. His mother gave him a sharp slap across the face. "Don't speak to me like that. you'll do as your told and make the best of it. do you hear me"? He took a deep breath calming down a little. For several minutes they sat side by side slumped against the wall, staring at the floor, lost in their own thoughts. Then Jamie seemed to come to a decision. "I'm sorry mummy, I know you and daddy did your best to get me out of this mess. It was a shock. I'll do my best, although I don't have a clue how to be a girl". She took him into her arms. "Remember, I love you. We'll all adjust I'm sure. I'll do my best to help you. If its any consolation we've heard the Don is going to order Nina to marry Don Gino". Jamie was truly horrified. "That old goat"? "Yes. But she should be close by if you need any girl questions answered and you're too embarrassed to ask me". "Believe it or not mummy Nina got me into this mess. It will be a long time before I forgive her". Standing up she offered him her hand. "Come on we have to get you cleaned up". As they entered the corridor a nurse complete with little starched hat put own the magazine she had been reading. Walking up to them she took Jamie's arm. "This is the patient"? Jamie's mother nodded sadly. "Come with me dearie", the nurse said, not unkindly, and started to lead him off to the back of the house. His mother kissed Jamie and then watched sadly as he shuffled away with the white uniformed nurse. As soon as they were in the exercise room she instructed Jamie to remove all his clothes. "I think a shower is in order , don't you"? wrinkling her nose in disgust. All Jamie could do was to stand shivering, hands cupped over his genitals looking infinitely sad. For the next ten minutes he lost himself in the sheer luxury of the cascade of hot water and soap lather. All too soon the nurse rapped on the door then watched over him as he dried himself. When he inquired about an examination gown. the nurse dismissing it with a shrug. "Don't worry sweetie, it makes the doctor's examination easier and seeing your soon going to be one of the girls I promise not to blush". She led him into a room that had been set up as a temporary examination room, indicating he should get up on the edge of the massage table. Leaving him to his own thoughts she busied herself arranging things on a small table behind him. A few minutes later the door opened and a middle aged man in a smock as white as his hair breezed into the room. "So your the blushing bride", he announced merrily. "Lets see what we have". Taking the stethoscope from the nurse he started an examination that went from top to toe. All the while Jamie sat mute and unresponsive, moving whatever way he was asked without protest or argument. Finally the doctor had him on his side and finishing a rectal examination threw off his rubber gloves and indicated Jamie should lay on his back. "Well young man you're as healthy as a whore on Sunday. I have no problem with starting the treatment". Jamie watched a mixture of sadness, resignation and horror in his eyes, as the nurse swabbed his buttock and then the doctor took the hypodermic from the table slipped the needle deftly into his bottom and slowly pushed the fluid into his veins. "Congratulations dear", he said handing the hypodermic over Jamie to the nurse. "You now have more female hormones running around in your system that at a strippers convention". "Give a blood or urine sample in half an hour and the lab will swear your a woman". Seeing the tears running down Jamie's cheeks the nurse spoke up for him. "Hush doctor, can't you see this is a very emotional moment for the poor dear". "Ok here's the practical advice. You'll be as sick as a dog for a while as your system adapts to the sudden change. Hot flushes, crying spells, its just like your going through menopause, but in reverse. Over the next little while you'll find your thoughts and interests turning feminine, and your moods and movements much softer. As we keep pouring the hormones into you you'll see your skin and body shape change. It won't be long before you have breasts like a teenage girl. We'll schedule you for implant surgery very soon. The combination of your own breast tissue and the implants will give you a pair of tits to knock a sailor on his back". He paused for a moment to light a cigarette. Jamie lay flat on the massage table, stark naked, flanked by the doctor and nurse, tears pouring down his cheeks, feeling more sad and alone than ever before in his life. Every word the doctor uttered confirmed his manhood was over before it had even started. the thought of what lay ahead for him so frightening and alien he just wished a hole would open up and swallow him alive. The nurse taking pity on him, patted his cheeks dry with a tissue, while patting his shoulder comfortingly. "Have you ever had sex with a girl. the doctor asked, in his gruff , hearty manner". Jamie shook his head. "Ah", the man said as if some great truth had been reveled. "Well you've got some nice equipment. You know we take your balls off and use the skin to make your pussy lips. Your cock is cut open, folded inwards to become your vagina. Once that happens you're all girl and you can only be on the receiving end. I suggest you take any chance you have and find some girl to show you what its like to be on the other end". "Oh God", Jamie cried, bolting off the table he ran for the washroom, just making it before violently throwing up. By the time he made it back into the room the doctor had left. The nurse watched him without comment as he put on the robe she had waiting for him He took the back way, making it back to his room without seeing anyone. Once in the safety of his room he flung himself onto the bed and let the tears run freely until he fell into a troubled sleep. Chapter 3. Boyhood's End He was almost ready, in his underwear, make-up and shoes. The wig sat on the faceless Styrofoam head to one side of the dressing table, surrounded by the tubes, bottles and tools that had transformed him from a white faced, frightened male into a reasonable facsimile of a doe-eyed, pouty lipped, frightened debutante. The black taffeta party dress was spread across the bed in the same place where only a hour ago he had laid stark naked, tears of humiliation and pain streaking his face, as his mother, equally upset, had pleaded with him to co-operate as she had emptied the contents of the third enema into him. He took another tentative step, reaching out to the bedpost for support as he wobbled, almost losing his balance in the shiny black high heels. "Can't I please have a lower heel", he pleaded. "Jamie, I can't. These were the clothes I was given to dress you in". Her voice trailed off. She was horribly embarrassed both for her son, and for herself. At sixteen it had been many years since she had helped him to dress and never had she imagined it would be in these ultra feminine garments. He looked down at the three inch spike heel that was giving him so much trouble and felt the nausea in his stomach start again. He felt like he was going to throw up; but he had nothing left, he'd already done that twice. Once when his mother had laced him, body shaved, powered and perfumed, into the pink satin boned corset. In the mirror he'd seen himself for the first time, his manhood framed by the lace trim of the garment, white frilly suspenders stretched across his upper thighs, pulling the shimmering black silk stockings taut around his smooth oiled legs. The second time had been just a little while ago when she had finished his make-up and turning his chair to the mirror introduced him to his new self. He stared at this stranger who had invaded his body, and felt his stomach rise as images of himself being paraded before the waiting people downstairs flooded his mind. He bolted for the bathroom, only just making it. Did he look like a girl? he didn't want to face that question just yet. Technically he was still male. Despite being forced into lingerie and make-up he clung to a small hope that somehow he could escape the fate decreed for him. But it was hard for him to deny the reality of his situation when he glanced down at his feet squeezed into the flimsy pumps; his body molded into feminine curves by the boned satin at the expense of breathing. He shifted slightly and felt the gossamer material of the panties stretch across his buttocks; the lace panel that held his cock captive tickling slightly. And stockings: what could be less manly than legs, oil smooth and shaved, encased in cool slippery silk hose; whispering femininity each time he took a step and his silky thighs brushed together. The old man had wanted him humiliated, and he had certainly succeeded. He was very frightened about what lay ahead, but resigned to his fate in feminine clothes. Almost anything was better than the long painful death he knew waited him if he resisted. But if he had to masquerade as a girl he didn't want to be an object of ridicule over a simple thing like walking in high heels. He stepped away from the safety of the bed, taking mincing, wobbly steps around the room, his confidence slowly building as he adapted to walking in the strange shoes. All too soon the practice ended as his mother indicated it was time for him to get into his dress. For such a momentous event it was almost anti-climatic; the garment slipping easily over his head in a moment. He slipped his arms through the short puffy sleeves as she knelt in front of him, attending to his skirts, fluffing them up and out until the petticoats lay correctly. The zipper was closed and she went for the wig. He sat on the edge of the bed, his skirts splayed out around him, tugging on cool black satin elbow length gloves. There was no time for reflection of what it felt to be completely dressed. A few deft strokes of the brush through his shoulder length blonde wig, a spray of perfume between his knees. He left the gold bracelet and earrings untouched on the bed as the door opened. His mother went first, the two goons standing guard now able to satisfy their curiosity, peered inside. Shaking legs, a combination of nervousness, fright and embarrassment as he saw the looks of amusement on their faces almost overcame his new found skill at walking in heels. Somehow he made the doorway without falling, the men moved back to let him pass, keeping their distance as if they might catch the disease. Cautiously he made his way along the landing to the top of the stairs, conscious of the men watching his swaying bottom in the short skirt. His face burned from humiliation. He was almost blinded with the tears caught in his false lashes, heavy with mascara. He felt so naked, his only covering the gossamer panties just inches above his skirts. One slip and he would put on quite a show for the watching men as he was exposed in his frilly undies. He started down the stairs gingerly, his mother moving ahead of him opening the doors into the room where the Don awaited. Pausing for a moment on the bottom step, he took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. Now he understood the reason for the enema. Without it he would already have been in trouble, and he still had the ordeal of public exposure. The bottom dropped out of his stomach as he saw Nina standing beside her father, as white faced as he was red. His first instinct was to turn and run. But something in her eyes flashed a message to him. Summoning his last ounce of courage he stepped forward into the room and made his way through the people, eyes locked on Nina's, ignoring their giggles and remarks. "So", the Don said, "how do my daughters clothes feel? Comfortable? Sexy? Do you want to fuck her now? Or do you think your women enough to take on a men"? The others laughed dutifully as Jamie stood swaying in his heels, his legs like jelly. "You dirty bastard, you defiled my only daughter. Now no decent man will touch her", he raved "I am a fool to my friends". "I'm sorry", Jamie managed to squeak out. His mouth dry, his face burning. Then in a what he knew was a vain effort he lost control. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, please don't do this to me. I'll do anything you ask but don't force me to be a girl ". An evil leer spreading across his face as he saw he had the shaking boy's complete attention. "Oh no my young friend, you can't get away with a few words of sorrow. You like girls so much we make you one. I'm gonna dance at your wedding. You've molested the your last innocent girl. From now on you'll be the one with your panties down around your knees as you get a cock rammed up your ass". "Please sir", he pleaded, "I'm sorry for what I did, Surely you've humiliated me enough"? "We haven't even started to humiliate you. You don't think putting on my daughters underwear is equal to the shame I have suffered in the eyes of my friends do you"? He could think of no answer to move the man who held the power of life or death over him. He stood, eyes downcast, not daring to look up, legs shaking from fear, tears of shame running down his face, totally humiliated and broken, knowing his life as a man was ended. His life depended solely on the whim of this angry man. "Nina", he said turning to his daughter. "You have committed an unpardonable sin. Showing yourself under your dress to anybody but your husband makes you no better than a whore. You have brought dishonor to the family. No decent man will have you. I considered putting you in a convent but instead have decided to give you a chance to redeem yourself through your punishment. You are to marry Don Gino" Both the mother and daughter gasped. "Oh daddy, he is an old pervert". "Silence", the father roared. "He has a reputation for liking young girls, but his territory and friendship are important to me. Maybe a few years in his bed will take the fire out of your blood. then when he passes on you will have a chance to be a respectable widow". "Please daddy", Nina sobbed, "that's disgusting, sending your daughter to be raped by that filthy old man". "You should have thought about your reputation before baring yourself to this boy". he snapped back. "It will not be rape. as his wife you will do what is required of you, in and out of your husband's bed, whether you like it or not. Now do I have your permission to tell don Gino you will be his bride". Mother and daughter linked hands, before Nina mumbled in a hardly audible voice "Yes father". "Good. Congratulations. I will settle a generous dowry on you, and your mother and aunts will help you prepare for your wedding day in three months. Until you are the don's bride you are confined to the house unless you are escorted by your mother. Is that clear"? Nina simply nodded her head, staring at the floor, shredding her handkerchief in her fingers. Taking a sip of water he then turned to the young man. "I cannot find words to describe what you have done. My first instinct was to have you disposed of in some painful way to avenge the dishonor you have bought onto my house and name. However, your parents have pleaded with me to spare your life and I am prepared to do so, on one condition". "Yes Don", the boy replies in a quavering voice. "You must agree to do as I command without protest or condition". "Yes don". "So you agree" the older man asked "You were discovered discharging into my daughters panties. This is not the act of a man. As you like women's clothing so much I have decided you will spend the rest of your life in them. you have started the medicine that will turn you female"? "Yes Don". "Good, are you ready to seal our deal and offer me your manhood". "Yes, Don" he replied in a barely audible voice, sealing his fate. He didn't see the sign from the Don. The men grabbed him, one from either side and lifted him off the ground like a doll. A few steps and he was dumped on his back onto a doctors examining table in the middle of the room. Straps around his waist and shoulders made it impossible to move. Taking his high heels they tied his feet into stirrups; leaving him in the classic spread legs gynecological position. He tried to choke back his tears as a smart women in a white smock stepped up beside him and opened up a rolled towel to display an array of surgical instruments. "Give me a hand", she commanded Nina, on his other side Jamie had no option but to meekly follow instructions. As he lifted his bottom the two women maneuvered his skirts and petticoats up around his waist. In disbelief he watched Nina slip his panties up over his knees, exposing his manhood in the sea of lace and satin. Half mad with fear, Jamie tried to avoid watching the preparations by focusing on the panties stretched like a gossamer web of silk between his legs. But the lacy garment served only to remind him of his approaching feminization. He jumped in shock, made worse by fear, as he felt a cold metal dish being slipped beneath his bottom. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the woman take up a syringe from the array of instruments. Tensing, trying to contract his balls out of the dish, unable to wriggle free, he watching with morbid fascination as the needle descended between his legs. Nina grasped his cock, giving the surgeon the freedom to cut at his manhood. "Oh my God", he cried out as the needle pricked into his soft flesh. "This is a local anaesthetic", the masked women informed him. "It will prick for just a moment then you won't feel anything". Nina's grasp of his hand tightened. He couldn't believe his eyes as his cock betrayed his attempts to preserve what little was left of his dignity by springing rigid inside Nina's fist. To his tormentors, now gathered around to get a close up of his castration this was fine sport. Several urged Nina to give him his last hand-job. Removing the syringe the women addressed herself to the don. "I'm ready, do you want me to cut him now"? "Yes, Yes", the old man replied, his voice showing his excitement at the scene in front of him. "OK", she said picking up a scalpel, "This could be a little messy, you might want to step back" Then to Nina, "Get a Kotex ready". Unable to contain himself any longer, the tears broke from within in waves of violent sobs. "Please, Please", he begged the old man, now standing back a little. "Don't do this., I'll do anything you ask, just don't cut off my balls and force me to live like this". "Cut him", the old man commanded, ignoring Jamie's pleas. "He can't take his punishment like a man, he deserves to be a women. Give me his balls" Jamie watched helplessly, eyes bulging in terror as the gloved hands of the surgeon moved between his legs. The clammy feel of rubber as her fingers probed, but otherwise nothing as the knife entered his tender flesh. The room was totally quiet every eye on the surgeon's hands, her voice calm, softly instructing Nina as she worked. Jamie, unable to watch, let his head drop back on the pillow, abandoning himself to sobs, the tears streaking his makeup. "OK that's one", the surgeon announced to nobody in particular. "Now for the other". It took less than twenty minutes from start to when she straightened up and put down her scalpel. Jamie lay quietly ignoring the ragged cheering and clapping from the witnesses as the women went about cleaning him up. Biting his lip, he tasted lipstick. Your no longer a man, he thought to himself, his eyes involuntary drawn back to the action between his legs. Nina folded a panty-shield around the crotch of his panties before arranging his limp cock over the Kotex. The surgeon removed the blood soaked dish, a towel covering its grizzly contents as Nina covered his wound by pulling his panties into place . Undoing the straps binding Jamie to the gurney, they helped him sit up. Shaking, cried out and emotionally exhausted he sat dejected, head down on the edge of the operating table. His only comfort his mother's hand clasping his in silent support. "Come over here", the don commanded him. Slipping off the table, ignoring the high heels, he stepped forward conscious of his sweaty feet in the nylon stockings, only to stumble, his legs like rubber. His mother holding him up. It was only because of her steadying hand he was able to make it across the room. The Don, victory written all over his face flicked off the bloody towel covering the kidney dish and held it out for him to see. He didn't want to give the old man the satisfaction, but like a magnet is drawn to steel he found himself staring at the two bloody masses that had been his manhood. The bile rose in his throat, his eyes de-focused and he felt himself falling into a bottomless pit as he collapsed in a heap of whispering tulle at the old man's feet. Part 2 follows soon. Jaime's (not a spelling error, he's a girl now, right?) journey begins, to eventually end at the altar and the marriage bed. But becoming a woman takes time and there are lots of ?adventures' and humiliation awaiting our heroine. Comments welcome to [email protected]