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Uncle Sam Wants You!: Operation Transbelt By Keri R. Steve was caught in rush hour traffic. As he impatiently sat and waited for the queue of cars to creep forward, he flipped on the radio to catch the news. His ears couldn't believe what he heard. "Our top story of the day: Congress enacts the highly controversial Bill 495. It's provisions include sexual reassignment of select males, between the ages of 18 and 30, to offset the nation's 15% population drop as a result of the devastating nationwide epidemic. Although the CDC reports that the year-old epidemic is now under control, the FDA was commissioned to address the extreme population decline, which threatens national security. The goal of Bill 495 is to offset the losses of females of child-bearing age with men predisposed to gender dysphoria-or a latent desire to live as a female." The news report continued, "A nationwide selective service recruitment campaign of eligible men has begun, administered by local representatives of the FDA. All recruited males will be required to wear the revolutionary TRANSBELT for a probationary period of two weeks. The belt is surgically attached around the hips, sending time-released estrogen into the subject's bloodstream. The goal of the TRANSBELT will be to activate genetic markers that may lie dormant in latently transgendered men, converting them into genetic females in a span of two weeks. The reporter concluded, "Non-affected men will be allowed to resume normal male activities after the two week TRANSBELT trial period." Steve billowed the reporter's words to himself like a smokestack pumping out deadly toxins. WILL BE ALLOWED TO RESUME NORMAL MALE ACTIVITIES! As traffic began to move at a steady pace, Steve snapped back to attention and continued on his long trek home. "How could they? That's Big Brother," he reasoned. "What about our constitutional rights. Ah, who cares, anyway, that damn belt only works on guys that want to be women anyway. Now they deserve it. They'd probably even like it. "The thought unsettled him. As he continued to rationalize the startling news, he settled down. "After all, even if I was recruited, that belt won't have any affect on me. Two weeks later, its goodbye belt and thank you FDA but go find another queen to make your babies!" His mood brightened considerably when he got home and was greeted by his wife, Valerie. At 5'8" she was just a shade shorter than Steve. And at 120 pounds, she had a size 6 figure of 36-24-36 that made Steve drool. She still looked as sexy as the day they met in college. They had immediately gotten married after graduation and now, 5 years later, had settled into middle-class life. They had no children. Steve reasoned there was still plenty of time for that later. Besides, he was thankful they had been spared during the horrendous yearlong epidemic. Whisking long auburn locks out of her face to reveal brilliant emerald green eyes, Valerie greeted Steve with a kiss followed by a swat on the butt as he eyed her up and down. While Valerie set dinner out she wondered why he hadn't been as energetic in bed as he was with his hello kisses. She missed that, but knew that Steven was increasingly coming under fire as a middle manager of a struggling insurance company. Long hours were common. His stress was showing more often in fitful mood swings around the house. Steven was spending more time away, playing basketball at the gym several times a week with his buddies. This was followed by drinking, often until bar closing. It seemed to Valerie like there was never any time for just the two of them. At least-for now-she had her job to keep her spirits up. Things had gone remarkably well for Valerie as a computer analyst. Recently, she had been promoted to Group Supervisor. Valerie was now the main breadwinner, a fact that appeared difficult for Steven to accept, although she never drew attention to her accomplishments. Instead, she stroked Steven's wounded male ego by praising him for even the most mundane accomplishments. As they sat down to dinner, Steven lectured her about the evils of Big Government. How dare they try to recruit tax-paying citizens-men--and turn them into women. What would be next, he argued. When it was her turn, Valerie spoke in a detached, serious tone, much like she did at work. "Listen Steven, we both know how unstable the world economy is right now. Particularly our own. The epidemic was devastating. Even Iraq or Iran might view us as a compromised target in the near future, not to mention China or Russia". Steven knew Valerie was right; he just wouldn't admit it. She was so damn logical. "But drafting men for a "gender war"? Bill 495 is absurd, Val!" "Oh, come on Steven, even we know a few guys that wouldn't only look great in a dress, but they probably have a closet full at home. From a scientific point of view, Bill 495 simply allows men who long to be the opposite sex the chance of a lifetime. And it will help our country regain its strength in numbers. " "Men having babies", Steve murmured. "I can't believe it". Smirking and gently tweaking his nose, Valerie mused, "Don't worry about it, my macho tiger, you don't seem to be the baby bearing type. But I'll bet you'd look pretty hot in a nice suit and short skirt with those slim legs of yours." That hurt. She didn't even know it. Steve was really sensitive about his legs. They were slender; too slender for a guy. He got razzed all the time. His upper body wasn't exactly WWF material either. That earned him the nickname, "Bones" from his buddies. It's also why he only wore full sweats to play basketball. "Ha-Ha" was Steve's only response as he settled down into his recliner to bury himself in television. Valerie joined him as she poured over the day's mail. "Hey, Steven, look at this." "What?", he mumbled, his eyes never leaving the television screen. "It's a letter from the Food and Drug Administration, U.S. Government and it's addressed to Mr. Steven Bridges. Look at this, it's marked "urgent, open immediately". "Cut the jokes Val, I'm trying to watch my favorite sitcom." "I don't think this might be so funny, Steven." That got his immediate attention as his head snapped in the direction of Valerie. "This can't be", he murmured as Valerie dropped the large envelope on his lap. "Go on, open it up, Steven. Whatever it is.just open it up and get it over with. It's probably just coincidence, honey." Steve looked like a scared child with a bad report card as he slowly tore open the yellow envelop. He opened the letter and began reading out loud: Dear Mr. Bridges, You have been randomly selected to participate in the "Re-populate America Program", also known as OPERATION TRANS BELT, as stated in the provisions of Bill 495. Your participation is mandatory. Representatives of the FDA are scheduled to appear at your residence for transbelt fitting on Tuesday, May 1st. If you work, please contact your employer immediately so that you may be excused. During your fitting, representatives will explain the goals of the program in detail, the operation of the transbelt and likely outcomes to you. At this time, all questions will be answered. If your two-week trial is unsuccessful, government representatives will collect the transbelt and you will be left to resume your normal life. However, if results are positive, you will be assigned a new female identity, paired with a compatible male and married. At this point you will be relocated to one of 9 regional gender settlements to begin your 2-year transition. These are harsh measures being implemented as a last resort during times of hardship for all of us. With the cooperation of citizens like you, the program will prove to be not only a historical landmark, but the saving grace for America and democracy around the world. Valerie watched as the letter drifted from Steven's stone hands while his gaze was fixed somewhere in the vague distance. "Honey. Are you alright? Steven? Talk to me." "I can't believe it. They just broke the news and then, before we can react, they grab us like a bunch of POW's. And wham, just like that we're hit straight in the face with this damn Bill 495." "Steven, I really wouldn't worry too much if I were you. Remember: the belt only works on men who have latent fantasies about being women. And certainly for those who actively dress in drag. But it can't do anything to a guy like you, can it Steven." He softened. "No, you're right Val, that belt can't touch me-even if I have to wear it for two weeks. They'll see what a mistake they're making with Steven Bridges. I'm not a panty waist. But what about my buddies? I don't want them to know." "Who has to know", replied Valerie. "You wear full sweats for basketball. The belt would be hidden under your clothes at work. The only people who have to know are you and I." After a moment she laughed to break the tension. "And what am I going to do, Steven, help Uncle Sam turn you into a big breasted, All-American, child-bearing woman!" Steven laughed and it relaxed him greatly. "You know, Val, you're something else. You're so logical.and so right." "So we're ready then for the big, bad Fed's, right?", Valerie cooed softly while nibbling on Steven's ear lobe. "Day after tomorrow, you bet, Val. Bring 'em on and we'll show 'em who's boss." Steve rolled into bed Tuesday night feeling uneasy, yet confident that two weeks from now, he'd be back to his old self no worse for the wear of that dreaded transbelt. He might even rededicate himself to weightlifting during the next two weeks. That would add more definition to his arms and legs. A little upgrade on the virility scale wouldn't be too bad to offset his upcoming dreaded experience. That was a good idea he thought as he and Val fell fast asleep. Steven looked haggard to Valerie as he lumbered into the kitchen for coffee Wednesday morning. Obviously, he was more concerned with the upcoming events than he let on to her. "Just because you have the day off doesn't mean there's nothing to do, Steven. Today's your big day, you should be getting ready for your visitors," she giggled. "Very funny, Val. Maybe you should loan me one of your expensive suits and perhaps a pair of those sexy 4" heels you wear to work. Maybe then I'd look the part for the FDA guys." Val only smiled as she continued to read the morning paper. Steven looked at the clock and realized he only had 45 minutes until the Fed's from the FDA were scheduled to meet him. After a quick shower and shave, Steve splashed his face with a strong, musky aftershave, the kind that sits on the shelves for years. "Serves these guys right if they gag on the smell", he mused. Five minutes later he reappeared in the kitchen wearing his sportiest polo shirt and khaki slacks. Val got up to leave for work and noticed him. "Steven, I'm really disappointed. I thought you were going to try on one of my power suits. Perhaps that double breasted suit with the tapered waist you go ga-ga over." "Sure. Whatever, Val. Have your fun." ".You know, Steven, the suit that has the skirt that hugs my curves and barely peeks out from the bottom of the jacket. I thought it was your favorite." "You're right, Val. That's one hot number-on you." Val gave Steven a little peck on the cheek, turned on her heels and walked out the door to work. "Good luck, Steven. And don't worry, it'll all be over within two weeks." "Yeah. Two weeks. Bye, honey." With that Steven retreated to the living room, coffee and sports page in hand. Before he could get caught up on all the box scores, the doorbell rang, giving Steven an instant jolt of adrenalin. He got up slowly and with great reservation to answer the door. What a surprise. These two weren't menacing government goons. They were babes. He pulled the door open quickly and greeted his female guests with a smile that projected male self-confidence. "Morning ladies, come in." "Thank you, Mr. Bridges. We're with the FDA to start you on the transbelt procedure." "Yes, I know. So Uncle Sam is trying to soften us up by sending beautiful ladies like you. Is that the idea?" "Perhaps. Men are more receptive to women," remarked the taller of the two. "My name is Virginia Gates and this is my associate Dr. Judy Wells." "Wish I could say I was pleased to meet you ladies." "We understand Mr. Bridges. Of course we have our job to do, but we want to make you as comfortable as possible." Virginia slid closer to Steven on the couch. She had incredibly long legs encased in shimmering black stockings. Steven knew because he could see her garters as she crossed her leg, allowing her short skirt to ride up her thigh. "We're here to answer all your questions. And in all honestly, you may not even have a thing to worry about after the procedure." By now she was so close that her scent was captivating him. He stared at her wondrous mane of long blonde hair, and her impeccably finished long red nails. It was difficult to concentrate with such a beautiful distraction seated next to him. "What do you mean Miss Gates? Aren't you and Dr. Wells trying to turn me into some child-rearing female?" Dr. Wells interjected, "Not exactly, Mr. Bridges." She was just shorter than Ms. Gates but every bit as captivating as she paced across his living room in a skirt that was slit to reveal more than Steven was comfortable seeing as a married man. She continued, "That is our mission and the mission of the federal government under the provisions of bill 495. True, this country needs more able-bodied females. But what Ms. Gates means is that the transbelt will have absolutely no effect on you if you aren't predisposed to transsexualism." ".Meaning you don't want to be a woman somewhere deep down inside," countered Virginia as she adjusted the ornate gold bracelets on her slender wrist. "Well then, guess I've got nothing to worry about ladies." "It would appear not, Mr. Bridges. Simply view this project as a sorting procedure. We're simply separating the men from the girls, so to speak." Steven no longer felt uncomfortable. In fact, he was almost enjoying the company of his lesser, female adversaries from the government. They were so attractive. Not dangerous in the least, and so sincere. What a relief. "Okay, where do we begin, ladies?" Virginia got up and gracefully stepped across the floor, the charms on her ankle bracelet cascading happily as she moved. "First by law, we must disclose a few things. Conditions so to speak. It's what you can expect over the next two weeks." Dr. Wells continued. "This morning I'll attach the transbelt to your waist. It's a simple procedure, no worse than having your ears pierced." The two women chuckled. Steven was not amused at their attempted humor. "It's merely a conduit for the genetically altered, super-strand estrogen hormones that it contains." "The belt is very light and thin, Mr. Bridges, so you'll have no trouble concealing it under your clothing. Over the 14day trial measured doses of the hybrid estrogen will be released into your bloodstream. Each day the dosage you receive will rise dramatically. After two days you'll receive double the dosage of day one and so forth." "You probably won't notice anything today and perhaps not tomorrow. But by the third day, most subjects begin to feel the effects of these massive hormone doses." "Like what?", inquired Steven more interested in hearing a good story than any effect it would actually have on him. "Most men will have a tendency to be more aware of feminine things. Soft fabric. Bright colors. Envy is likely to develop." "You mean I'll desire feminine things?" "That's a distinct possibility, even if you're not latently transgendered. You may be attracted to your wife's wardrobe. You may start to actually wish to feel it on you." "Are you kidding! Not a chance", countered a smug Steven Bridges. "It does happen quite often. But there's no need to be worried about those initial feminine desires. At least initially." "However, by the midpoint of the trial, you may find the attraction to feminine things very hard to resist. That is of course, if you have repressed or genetically based feelings about being feminine to begin with." "Oh, I'll resist them. No problem, ladies." "That's good Mr. Bridges", smiled Virginia as she again sat next to Steven. "Because with each feminine thought you embrace as your own.with each feminine thing that you do, such as shaving your legs or arms." "Hey, hold on now, that stuff may be alright for your other male "subjects" but I definitely don't fit the bill." Virginia continued her recital unemotionally as Steven stared in disbelief. "Things like trying on makeup or rolling a pair of stockings up your legs-- when you actively embrace anything feminine you'll activate a greater dosage of the hybrid estrogen in your blood. In turn you'll actually start to become more feminine in mind and body." "This is absurd", Steve shouted. Virginia ignored the spiteful comment and continued. "In essence, Mr. Bridges, each step you take to embrace femininity results in a greater loss of your masculinity. Not only mentally, but physically." "Are we clear so far, Mr. Bridges?" "I get the picture." "Good. Because as you enter the final days of the trial the hormones coursing through your body will have their greatest potential impact, perhaps tempting you to do some rather unexpected things. That is of course for a man. At this point, most men simply give in to the overwhelming, irresistible urges to express their budding femininity. And this final step-if taken--will have dramatic and irreversible consequences." "What do you mean?" "Thinking one feminine thought won't do you any harm. Especially if you don't act it out in real life. In fact have as many feminine fantasies as you want. Just don't act on them physically if you wish to remain a man." "I don't intend to but thanks for the warning." At this point Steven found it very difficult to hold back his laughter inside. Both women had seen this before and knew he wasn't taking them seriously. Dr. Wells sat down directly across from Steven and crossed her legs. Steven loved the way her black patent heels looked on her. "Steven, there will come a point at which, if you act upon your newly found feminine feelings, that they will manifest themselves in physical changes. You will start to develop more weight in your chest and hips. At the next phase development of female breasts becomes apparent, even as your face starts to reshape itself in female form. Your hair will start to grow longer as well. All of this is the result of the hormones working to activate your latent female genetic coding." "Okay, Steven, we have given you a lot to think about, but the most important caution is our last one. Whatever you do, you must not dress fully in a woman's outfit. Once you do this, the balance of the hormones are activated and within minutes your body chemistry will be altered forever, leaving you a complete genetic woman in the process." "Dress up as a woman, huh. Of my own free will? I don't think so", snorted Steven. "I appreciate your concern ladies, but I feel comfortable in my ability to resist." Both women noticed the sarcastic tone and decided to move ahead. "Well then let's proceed", countered Dr. Wells. Steven was quite surprised and relieved. He could barely feel the transbelt that was now delicately wrapped around his waist. The three areas where it was surgically implanted barely caused any discomfort. Less than a pin prick. The ladies readied to leave while Steven got back into his pants in the bedroom. When he rejoined them in the living room to show his visitors out, Virginia stepped toward him. "Remember, Mr. Bridges, over the next two weeks you'll have plenty of temptations but it's best not to give in to many of them. And under no circumstances ever try on an entire woman's outfit. That is unless you want to join our ranks. Just remember the life changing consequences if you do." "Yes, yes, I understand. Thank you ladies. Give my regards to Uncle Sam. See you in two weeks!" As she stepped through the door Virginia paused and then smoothly turned back to Steven. "One final question, Mr. Bridges, in the event things turn out differently than you anticipate, we need to know which female name you'd prefer and which section of the country you'd prefer to be relocated to as an active participant in the program." "You gotta be kidding me." Dr. Wells and Virginia simply stood their ground, never breaking their stare with him. "Okay, so you're not. Fine, have it your way. Why don't we settle on Stephanie? How's that, girls?" "Fine", Mr. Bridges. "And your preferred region for re-location?" "I love sunny climates. All those nude sunbathers. Geez, let's say San Diego. If that isn't too expensive for Uncle Sam." "That would be zone 2", noted Virginia. "Whatever", replied a now agitated and distracted Steven. "See you ladies in two weeks as a lean, mean, masculine fighting machine." And with that he closed the door. Steven was asleep on the couch when Valerie arrived home from work. Nudging him, he woke up looking hung over. "Is this any way to spend your day off? You could've at least got dinner started." Steven wasn't amused. "Must be this transbelt. I've been so tired. Must have slept all afternoon." "I told you there's nothing to worry about Steven. Same old guy I married 5 years ago. Now let's get dinner going." The next morning, Steve awoke feeling better than ever. Valerie was already in the kitchen making coffee. "So how's my sleeping bear?" "I feel great. Like I could eat a horse." "Guess you'll have to settle for some coffee and toast." "Fine. Oh, by the way, I'm going to the gym with the guys after work. I'll miss dinner." "That's okay, dear, I've got a dinner meeting anyway with a couple department heads. Have fun. See you later." And with that she was out the door. Steven felt invigorated by the warmth of the shower. Somehow liberated. The transbelt dilemma wouldn't be a problem after all. He reached for his shampoo but found only Valerie's. "Oh, well, what the heck, smells nice anyway. Can't hurt." After showering, Steve decided his skin was a little dry and borrowed some of Val's moisturizer. He gently spread it all over his body, massaging it meticulously, not to miss a spot. "That's different. I don't use moisturizer. But my skin looks better already," he reasoned. "And it feels great," he thought smiling to himself in the mirror. "We'll see who makes a woman out of who," he chuckled confidently. It took a little longer to decide what to wear. "Funny", he thought, "I never take much time deciding what to wear." But the forecast called for hot weather and he wanted something that would breathe. "Where's my cotton button down?" In a hurry he ran to the laundry room and found his cotton shirt hanging next to a white silk crepe blouse of Valerie's. For some reason, it really looked good to him. "Yes, Val, really had good taste in clothing," he smiled. The light shone through its delicate, sheer fabric and it felt wonderfully soft against his fingers. His mind continued to wander. Snapping out of his daydream, Steve realized he had been standing in the laundry room for 15 minutes. He set down the blouse and threw on his cotton button down. Jumped into his slacks and headed for the office. "Good morning Mr. Bridges," chipped Tammy Brown, the department secretary. "Morning Tammy." Steve hadn't noticed it before, but Tammy really had some very well manicured nails, beautifully finished in red lacquer to match her red blazer and skirt. "You look nice today, Tammy." "Thanks. You look pretty bright and cheerful yourself, Steve. What's up?" "Nothing much. Just a little compliment on a lovely day," and Steve continued on to his office. "Did he say lovely?", Tammy wondered. "Steve Bridges doesn't think anything is lovely. Something's going on." And with that resumed her filing. The rest of the day was uneventful and unproductive for Steve. He just couldn't keep his mind on work. All he could seem to focus on were how rough his hands were. How unkempt his nails seemed and how out of fashion his white starched shirt and tie were. By 6 o'clock Steve was at the gym warming up for the weekly game. But for some reason, basketball had little appeal to him. Instead, for a few minutes he gazed through the glass at some girls swimming laps, marveling at how beautiful they were in their clingy little bikini's.their bright pastel colors, contrasting their beautifully tanned bodies which distinguished their long legs and full bosoms. "Hey Steve! STEVIE.Yo, Bones!" It took a minute before he realized it was his best friend Larry calling him to start the game. "What's up with the swimming pool Bones? Gonna take up swimming with the girls?" "No, ah, I was just thinking.", responded a startled Steve. "About what?" "Oh, nothing really." "Well then get over here. We're ready to play." Steve and his friends finished basketball at 7:30pm. He was glad it was over. The games had suddenly become a chore for him. Larry took notice. "Hey, Steve. What's up with you today? Your head wasn't in one game." "It's nothing. I'm just a little preoccupied with work." "We'll change that, Steve. Let's see how preoccupied you can get with the topless dancers we're going to see tonight." The Cheetah had some of the hottest dancers in town. Larry and the guys pawed the girls with dollar bills, but the only thing Steve could think about were their incredibly sexy legs, shapely curves, round firm breasts and silky smooth skin. Of particular curiosity to him were the dancers g-strings. Beneath them were just smooth firm heavenly mounds. His phallus jumped to attention. "Oh my god, Steve thought, I've never seen such beautiful legs. Their skin is so smooth and looks so seductive in those fishnets and 6" heels. Wish I could have my legs." Suddenly Steve caught himself. "What am I thinking? That I'd like my legs to look like that. No way!" A few more beers with the guys and Steve was heading home. Dumping his sweats in the clothes hamper, Steve plodded to the bathroom. Reaching for his toothbrush, he was taken by the wonderful scent of Valerie's night lotion. "Oh, that smells luscious," he mused. Sighting himself in the bathroom mirror he snapped back to reality: "Yeah, sure.whatever. Val always smells great", he said this to himself, barely aware of the sensual feel of his wife's lotion as it drenched his arms, hands. and face. And with that he slid dreamily into bed. Steve awoke to the enticing smells of bacon and eggs in the kitchen. Quickly, he hurled himself out of bed and made his way to Val in the kitchen. "What's cookin' good lookin'?", he teased. Valerie kept her eyes on the omelet like a proud parent. "Only your favorite dish, Stevie", remarked Val, flipping the eggs. Steve couldn't even concentrate on the smell. Instead, he was fixated on the ampleness of her breasts peeking through her red lace teddy and sheer white, silk robe. His sexual appetite was growing. Looking for a distraction, he spotted one of Val's women's magazines and began to flip through it nonchalantly. "Taking this women's thing pretty seriously, aren't you, Steve?" "What?", stammered a surprised Steven, snapping quickly to attention. "Well, I'm waiting for breakfast and I'm bored.and so what? It's only a magazine." "Okay, Steven. No need to get defensive. If you want to read "Woman's Way", fine with me." Blushing, Steve quickly caught himself. "I just want to keep my mind off that breakfast until it's ready. Smells delicious. Anyway, where's the morning paper?" "Oh, I brought that in hours ago. It's already 11am. But then you look like you enjoyed your beauty sleep, dear." "Funny, Val. Just get the eggs over here, okay?" "No need to get defensive, dear. I mean it's no big deal if you want to use my skin lotion. .Or read my magazines. Great articles. Besides, I'm glad you're showing an interest in yourself. It's about time." Steve felt caught off guard. 'Oh, the lotion, well, I.thought it was liquid soap. And looking at the hot looking babes in your magazine is a great way to start the day." Glancing down at the cover page Steve continued, "I mean look at these outfits!" Val just grinned and kept cooking. "Jealous dear?" I mean she does look great in that leather mini and silk top doesn't she?" "Well, ah, yes. She does. Very nice. But nothing compared to you Val", he smirked. Batting an eye she continued to tease: "Imagine how clothes like that must feel. So tight and body shaping." "But they look so good.", he responds as if mesmerized by the possibilities. "You are jealous, aren't you?" Snapping back to attention, "Oh, yes, I'm just green with envy over these poor helpless babes." "Admit it Steven, you're a bit fascinated with the silk top that model's wearing. Lots of guys love the feel of silk. I guess it's a turn on." With one seductive wink she beckoned Steve to follow her. And with that Val led Steven to their bedroom. "Take this", she said, flinging a bright red silk blouse of hers at his head. "Go ahead, try it on. It won't bite. Live dangerously." "But this is yours, Val. This is silly. I'm a." "You're a guy. And if this turns you on, so what. It's just a shirt, Steven. Don't get neurotic on me. I'm just playing." Sheepishly, he pulled off his shirt and slipped his arms through the soft fabric of his wife's blouse. A rush of adrenalin hit him like a locomotive as he felt the fabric caress his skin. Val notices. "Feels nice doesn't' it? Now button it up." By now Steven couldn't resist the thought. He fumbled with the backward buttons. When he finished, he ran his hands slowly down his sides to his waist. "Here, Steven, try my black leather mini. It goes with the blouse." "But I can't," Steven stuttered, his phallus once again standing at attention. He was confused and excited, unable to decide what to do in his heightened state. "Oh, honey, it's not going to make a woman out of you. But, if I'm not mistaken this blouse really has your manhood at attention. Besides those FDA officers said you'd have to be completely dressed like a woman. It's not like we're putting lingerie, makeup and pumps on you. We'll just have some fun and stop with the skirt. You look like you really want to try this out. And if it gets you excited, then it's probably good for me," she purred. "Well, I .I don't know.." "Okay, well then, let's go downstairs and watch TV if you don't want me to seduce you." "No, wait," Steven pleaded, his guilt giving way to eroticism. "You're right. I just panicked a little bit. This is just a little fun anyway. Isn't it?" "Yes, baby. Just a little game to satisfy our sexual appetites." "Let me have that skirt." And with that Steven stepped into the skirt and feverishly pulled it up his legs until it settled snugly against his hips and waist. Val stepped up behind him and zipped it up before Steven had a chance to react. Val was caught up in the sexual tension. She stroked his thigh, as his manhood revealed its engorged outline straining for release against the soft grain leather of the skirt. "Go ahead, Stevie. Turn around and look at yourself." When he faced the mirror just the hint of a smile crossed his face. He spun around and then stopped cold. "What's the matter now?", asked Valerie. The moment was broken. "This is crazy. I'm no girlie boy. This is nuts. I'm getting out of this stuff now." Valerie knew Steven was torn. The transbelt just might be having an effect on Steven. She was worried watching Steven slip out of her blouse and skirt. Thursday morning found Steven smiling in the kitchen. "My, but don't you seem happy", greeted Valerie. "And breakfast besides." "Good morning sunshine", Steven replied, leaning back from the stove to peck Val on the cheek. "Oh,, and you smell wonderful. What is that?" "I was out of after-shave so I used some of your lotion on my face. It felt so good I thought it might help to use some on the rest of my body." "Aren't you becoming a Renaissance man," chipped in Val. "Use it anytime. I'll leave out a bottle just for you." "Thanks, Val. I guess there's a few benefits to this transbelt program. I mean you've always said I needed better hygiene habits and you were right. My face, arms and legs feel great." Val's mouth dropped when she noticed Steven uncasing a freshly shaved leg from beneath his robe, as if to show it off. "Steven, you're shaving your legs!" "I saw your razor on the tub and couldn't resist when I showered. Hope you don't mind. I think it makes me look younger." "Not at all. Your legs have so much more definition without all that scruffy hair. Kind of like a Greek god", she mused. "Guess you can teach an old dog new tricks," Steven smiled. "But aren't you concerned about taking this too far.What if you activate the transbelt further? You know that's going to intensify your desire to be feminized. We don't want that, Steven." Val's attention didn't leave his legs. "Be careful honey." "Well, I admit I was scared stiff at first. But Val, I'm 12 days into the test. Only two more to go. I'm still a male. I'm going to make it. Just like I told those two bimbos from the FDA." "No need to be demeaning, Steven. Anyway, I'm glad you feel better than last night. You looked so lost and upset." "Yeah, well, that's in the past", Steven snorted with an exaggerated sense of male macho. "I mean I'm not one of those boy-girls. And why should I be afraid of a little razor.or some moisturizer. It's just good hygiene. I mean, you said it yourself, Val, I'm a renaissance kind of guy. It's the new millennium and all." "Okay, okay I'm convinced tiger. Listen, I gotta run. I'll be doing a little shopping tonight, so I'll be home late. I'll catch dinner on the run." "That's okay, I play ball tonight. See you in bed." "Can't wait to see you my tiger-man." And with that Val was out the door. Just as quickly Steven dropped his head into his hands. He was deeply troubled. Little did Val know that secretly, Steven was having great difficulty coping with the effects of the transbelt as it released more and more estrogen into his weakening male body. Slowly, day by day, Steven's urge to resist its powerful effects was crumbling. Last night he could barely get himself to take off Val's beautiful silk blouse and sexy black mini skirt. This morning, he couldn't wait to sneak into the bathtub and shave away all his unwanted body hair only to finish by adorning his entire clean-shaven body with her lotion and a spritz of her luscious perfume. Now the effects were painfully obvious to a besieged Steven. His legs and arms seemed slender. That's why he tried to hide them under the robe. But even his newfound vanity was getting the best of him and he felt compelled to show them off to Val. But the most stunning effect was his chest. Two large aureoles were forming, sensitive to the touch. Soft, gentle mounds that protruded ever so slightly from under his T-shirt. He stroked them dreamily and smiled. "Oh, my god. This has got to stop," Steven swore as he pulled himself up from the kitchen table and prepared to go to work. "Only two more days. No more of this. I'm a man," he repeated over and over, not really sure what he should believe anymore. Steven dressed in his loosest fitting shirt and oversized sports jacket to hide his growing breasts. Arriving at work he was greeted by Tammy. "You look different today, Mr. Bridges. What is it? A new jacket or tie from Val?" "No, I've had this jacket for years." Tammy notices something. "Now I see! It's your face. You look positively younger. Your complexion looks so smooth, if you don't mind me saying so." Steve blushed outwardly, but his growing feminine side was ecstatic at the compliment. "Thanks Tammy. Must be that moisturizer I've been using." "Keep it up Mr. Bridges. It's working great for you. Wish I could get those kind of results." Tammy smiled and got up. Steven remained deep in thought. He remained distracted most of the day. At 6 o'clock he quickly changed into his baggiest sweats to join Larry and the boys for another dreaded game of basketball. When he arrived at the gym he was tired both physically and emotionally. Basketball didn't help. His shot was off. His stamina was low. The guys chided his air balls at first, then shook their heads in disgust when he couldn't cover the worst player on the court. When he arrived at home Val was already in bed. Steven could see the reading light under the door. He cleaned up quietly, so she wouldn't see him in the bathroom, then entered their bedroom where Val was waiting with a smile. A smile he desperately needed now. "So how's my man? Ready for some lovin' like you promised this morning, Stevie?", Val purred like she normally did when she was in the mood for sex. "Actually, I've been really tired all day, Val. And I stunk up the gym, too. I thought some of the guys were going to throw me off the court." "Poor baby, come here." Valerie pulled back the covers to reveal the sheerest of teddys. Steven couldn't take his eyes off her fishnet encased legs. "Like my new outfit", she whispered seductively. "Yes, honey", Steve uttered with rapt attention. "I picked these up shopping tonight. Thought it might pick you up too", she grinned. "Oh, and these, too", she motioned to a pair of pink silk panties. She threw them at Steven. He stood like a concrete statue. "Don't worry, Steven. It's not like I bought them for you. That game ended this morning." She noticed Steven staring at the panties, running his fingers softly over their smooth, shimmering silk fabric. "Does feel nice, doesn't it?" "Yes", he muttered, as if in a trance. "Okay, Steven. Don't look so upset. Why don't you clean up, spread some of my moisturizer over your body so you feel better. And, if you're a good boy, I guess you can even try on those panties in bed with me." "Sure you don't mind, Val. I mean, this is so strange to me. But it's kind of exciting." "Go for it, honey. I want my man happy." Steven quickly cleaned and spread moisturizer all over his body. His mood continued to improve. Looking into the mirror he smiled and sprang off to the bedroom. "Here you go tiger-man." And with that she flung the panties to an eager Steven, who pulled them over his slender legs, stirring excitement from his manhood as he lifted them over his hips. "Now come to bed. I want you." Steven couldn't resist as she stroked his panty-encased manhood. A night of passionate sex had improved Steven's attitude greatly. Once again he reveled in his male virility. "Pretty good last night, wasn't I?", Steve beamed as he kissed Val good morning. "You can say that again. I can't remember coming that many times in my life. Guess those little pink panties had quite an effect on you, tiger. We'll have to remember that for next time!" "You said yourself, I'm a Renaissance man, aren't I"? "The best, honey." Steven perks up. "And it's my last day with this damned transbelt. Can't wait for those broads from the FDA to get over here tonight and take it off. I'm not their girlie man now am I?" "I'm glad you took the day off Steven. You deserve a break with all the stress you've been under. Just think tomorrow will be a whole new day." "Yeah, a return to normal, thank god." Valerie picks up her purse and moves to the door. "Say, before I head out, I forgot to hang up a new dress I bought for our anniversary dinner. It's in a garment bag outside the bathroom. Would you mind putting it in my closet? I'm late for work and I gotta run." "No problem, Steve volunteered. "I've got all day," he confidently chuckled. Valerie simply smiled and walked out the door. After a few uneventful hours of morning talk shows and sports magazines, Steven finally decided to head to the bathroom to shower. On the way, he noticed the garment bag that Valerie asked him to put in the closet. "Wonder what kind of dress she bought for our anniversary? Funny, our anniversary isn't for another two months. Must have been a sale." Lifting the garment bag from the hallway table, his eyes became transfixed. He couldn't help but notice the beautifully embroidered Mandarin collar of the ivory white satin dress. His heart began to race as he walked faster to Val's closet to get rid of the dress and his clouded thoughts. He opened the door without looking inside. Fearing his temptation rise, he fumbled for the rack and quickly flung the dress hook over it, closing the door to Pandora's box and making sure he didn't look back. Moments later he was catching his breath in the hall. His pulse slowly began to return to normal. His nerves were frayed. Steven needed a cigarette. He moved to the kitchen and rummaged though the cabinets. Although Val had given up smoking and Steven abhorred it, sometimes Val would have a pack on hand for fun when the girls went out to the clubs. Peering inside the cabinet, Steve was relieved and surprised. There was an unopened pack of Slims 120's. That's odd Steven thought, Val's never smoked that brand. No matter, he carefully pulled out one of its deliciously long cigarettes as his heart quickened again. He needed a lighter. Looking back into the cabinet he found a beautifully ornate, gold lighter. Snapping it quickly he drew on the cigarette and exhaled long jets of smoke with satisfaction. "I can't believe I'm smoking. Oh well, what's one cigarette", he reasoned as he pulled slowly on the cigarette, savoring the moment as he picked up the pack while heading off to the bathroom for a shower. He decided to draw a bath today instead of a shower. It would be relaxing to let the stress he felt drain out of his body. As the water filled to the top he poured in some bath lotion. After lighting a few candles he slowly descended into the comforting ripples of the warm water to ease his mind. He laid there for minutes before reaching for Val's razor. His legs were getting a little rough and he needed to take care of himself. The effects were intoxicating. Soon Steven was shaving his chest and underarms. Once finished he wrapped himself in a luxurious silk robe and began applying Val's moisturizer all over his body. He reveled at the smooth feel of his cleanly shaved body. Moving to his favorite chair he lit another of the long cigarettes and inhaled as he cleared the mixed messages his mind was receiving. He made a mental note to go to the store for more cigarettes later. "I'm a Renaissance man. I'm open to new things. A little unconventional. But Val likes me this way. And so do I. And in a few hours, I'll never have to worry about all this again", he smiled. Snubbing out his cigarette, he returned to the bathroom vanity and began to pluck his eyes. He loved the effect of the high thin arches he created. So much so that he rummaged through Val's cosmetics until he uncovered foundation. "This should even out my skin", he beamed. The results were better than he expected. "Perhaps a touch of mascara to bring out my lashes". And with that he carefully began to apply black mascara, carefully pulling the brush up and out to lengthen and accentuate his rather sexy lashes. Fluttering them in the mirror, next Steven moved to Val's eye shadow. Somehow it all seemed natural, as if he had been doing his own makeup for years. He laughed at the thought as he carefully spread smoke gray across his lid, followed by a hint of shimmering powder blue at the brow. Stepping back he smiled at how good he looked. All that was left was a little blush, which he tastefully added to his cheeks and red lip gloss, which added definition to his newfound smile. Once again, Steven caught himself. He stared blankly in the mirror tormented by his conflicting thoughts. Slowly he opened his robe and peered with sadness to his chest. Steven's breasts had developed significantly more in the last 24 hours. If this didn't stop, he'd soon be wearing a bra. Again he repeated his manhood mantra, "I'm a renaissance man now. Val said so herself." Then he happily turned sideways, threw open his silk robe and heaved his chest forward to showcase his newly budding breasts in the mirror. They were beautiful. Perfect ovals standing pertly at attention. Glancing at the bathroom clock Steven noted it was 3pm. The Feds would be here in two hours to remove his transbelt. What a relief that would be. He could hold on. Steven knew it. "As long as I don't get fully dressed. As long as I don't take on the complete persona of a woman, I won't be one." Steven had all the resolve he needed as he left the bathroom for the security of his den. At 4:30 Val arrived home. She wanted to be there for Steven when the women from the FDA arrived to take away his transbelt. She called for Steven, announcing her arrival. There was no response. Suddenly, she heard sounds coming from the end of the hallway. As she carefully walked closer, she noticed the sounds were soft cries. They were coming from behind the bathroom door. As she moved closer, she noticed the garment bag from the new dress she bought still lying on the hall table. She knocked on the bathroom door softly. "Honey? Steven? What's wrong dear?" More sobs, now louder emanated from the bathroom. "Steven, please, let me in." "I can't", she heard him murmur in a whisper. "Come on now Steven. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. Please, let me help", she pleaded. The doorknob began to turn and slowly the door opened. Valerie was overwhelmed by the sight. "I'm sorry, honey", sobbed Steven. As he moved out into the hallway his 4" white patent heels clicked softly against the ceramic tile. Reaching out to Valerie, his long, tapered fingertips flashed a brilliant red nail polish. The high Mandarin collar of his white satin dress perfectly wrapped his neck with its delicate floral pattern. Sequins shimmered from his now ample bosom. The dress tapered beautifully at his tiny waist and wrapped Steven's perfectly feminine hips and legs, flaring out at the ankles in a sophisticated mermaid style. Steven was stunning woman. "Steven, what happened?", queried a surprised Val. "I don't know. I just put on a little makeup and before I knew it, I simply had to try a bra.then panties and stockings. They were all right there on our bed. I couldn't resist. My mind was going crazy, Val. I couldn't resist any longer. So I went back to your closet and stepped into your dress. The changes happened so fast. Look at me. I'm a.." The doorbell rang. "That must be the FDA girls. Everything is going to be allright, dear. Don't worry. I'll handle it. You'll see. Just follow me." Meekly, unsure of his new feminine image, Steven followed Val to the kitchen, hiding there in embarrassment while she continued to the front door. Valerie opened it as two women stepped inside. "Mrs. Bridges how are you?", chimed Virginia Gates, officer of the FDA. "You remember Judy Wells don't you?" "Of course. Hello Judy. How are you two?" "Fine. Lots of work to do, but things are going better than we expected." "Speaking of which, how is Mr. Bridges", interrupted Virginia. "You mean Stephanie, corrected Valerie, breaking into a smile of relief. "So things worked out after all?" "Marvelously!", chirped Valerie as if a dark cloud had been lifted from her. "That's great news Valerie", beamed a delighted Judy Wells. "Can we see her?" "Sure. Let me call her. She's little shy yet. Oh and I haven't told him, I mean her.what her new name is. I thought I'd save that for her little christening today." The three women laughed as Valerie called out to the kitchen for Steven to join them. Appearing from around the corner, was a beautiful creature; a feminine delight flowing gracefully as she stepped delicately toward the three women. "My Poor Steven", consoled Valerie. "You look so confused. I told you I would make everything alright. And I will." "First of all welcome to womanhood my dear Stephanie". Valerie reached out to her confused husband and kissed her ever so slightly on the cheek so as not to smear her husband's perfect makeup. "Stephanie?" Steven did not understand. "Yes, dear, of course. Look at you. From now on you are a woman. And a beautiful one at that. So naturally, you need a new name. I decided on Stephanie. I think it fits perfectly, don't you, honey?" "I.I don't know." "Poor dear." Let me explain. "That dress you're wearing was intended for you all along. I bought it because I didn't think you could resist getting into it. That's why I left it for you in the hallway. It was my last chance to change you into a woman. Sorry, honey, I was desperate. Remember, how I said I bought an anniversary dress." "Yes, but our anniversary isn't for two months, replied a confused Stephanie. "Exactly. It was for your anniversary.into womanhood. The day you were reborn. The first day of the rest of your newfound life, dear." "But why, Valerie? I thought we were happily married." Stephanie was beside herself. "We were sweetheart, for a time. But sex between us has been poor for so long. And we were never going to have babies. Not the way you were going. Besides, when Virginia's office called to offer me a $250,000 bonus for helping convert you, what could I say?" "You chose money over me", Val? Stephanie was crushed and she slumped on the sofa, her new beautiful mane of long blonde hair hanging in front of her teary eyes. "Well, yes and no. I've worked hard all my life. Now I can enjoy life a little. But I didn't really choose money over you. I chose David. You know, the David that works for you. Or at least he did. I've been dating David for over a year now. In fact, he's getting a promotion next week." "A promotion! To what? He's a good for nothing two-timer, screamed Stephanie, her new-found emotions getting the best of her." "He's getting your job honey. You won't be needing it anymore in your new role." "Remember, Steven, I'm sorry, Stephanie, you'll be resettled into the area you chose. I believe that's San Diego", added Virginia. Judy continued, "And we've already paired you up with a very intelligent and attractive man named Paul Abrahms. You'll be engaged before long, dear." "But I'm already a married man", protested Steven, now Stephanie in a very unfamiliar high-pitched voice. All three women chuckled at the notion. "Steven, you're a very attractive woman now, dear", Valerie flatly responded. "You're Stephanie. Besides I'm getting married to David!" Virginia interjected, "Think of it this way, Mr. .I mean Miss Bridges, you'll be doing something very important for the survival of your country-making babies-assuring future generations." "Valerie put her hand on Stephanie's tiny shoulder. Be happy for me honey. We're both getting married. And $50,000 of this money is yours. I hope it helps you start your new life. But I had to move on with mine, dear. I'm in love. Soon you will be too.if you just give things a chance." Virginia Gates stepped forward to console Stephanie. "You know, you really are a very beautiful woman, Stephanie. Look at yourself." Carefully she guided Stephanie to a mirror. "Look up, you're absolutely stunning." A smile crossed Stephanie's face as she looked deeply at her reflection in the mirror. She turned to admire her ample curves and long legs. Perhaps she would be desirable as a woman. "Do you think so", Ms. Gates? "Imagine all the advantages you'll have with your exceptionally good looks. What man could resist you? Slowly Stephanie was giving in to her new situation. Sashaying in front of the mirror. "I suppose." Suddenly she laughed and confided to the three ladies, "I really do love this dress. My clean-shaven legs.my new bosom. All of it. I want to love being a woman. I'm beautiful, but I still feel like a man somehow. And being with a man doesn't quite seem right to me anymore." Virginia and Judy smile at each other and then nodded to Valerie, who left the room. Virginia continued her speech as Judy reached into a small bag she had brought with her. "What would you say, Stephanie, if I could assure you that you would absolutely love being with a man.your man..satisfying his needs as a woman, bearing his children.and enjoying all the joys of womanhood unencumbered by any emotional trepidation? Does that interest you?" Stephanie stopped in thought for a moment. So much had happened in two short weeks. Today, really was the start of a new life. It was time to move on and take her chances. "Yes, I would consider doing just about anything to forget my male past and embrace my future as a woman." "Excellent", complimented Virginia. By now, Valerie had reentered the room with a glass of water. "Here honey", she said in sympathetic tones, handing it to her former husband. Next, Judy stepped forward and handed Stephanie a small purple tablet. "What's this for?", asked Stephanie. Virginia explained, "That, Stephanie, is the final part of the transbelt procedure. It is a newly developed super hormone that will bring you full circle as a woman. It activates neurotransmitters in the brain that enable your feminine coding to take over. as well as other modified behaviors that we've programmed into its formulation. Once you take it, your mind will come to terms with your new female identity. It's that simple. You will then be able to shed the skin of your former male existence." It only took Stephanie a moment to swallow the precious tablet. Minutes passed before she woke up. "Oh, my head hurts a little", she giggled self-consciously. "Yes, dear, you passed out for a few moments. But I think you're okay now", reassured Valerie. "I feel a little funny. Do you mind getting me a cigarette Val? It seems like I haven't had one in days." "Sure, Stephie". With that she handed her a cigarette and pressed the gold lighter. Stephanie pulled luxuriously on her cigarette, placing it carefully in an ashtray, now adored with fresh lipstick stains. Stephanie looked to the other girls and then cracked a sheepish grin. "So ladies, do I get to meet my man or not? I've waited a long time for this. Valerie and I have our weddings to plan, don't we?" In the next year, Stephanie married Paul and Valerie married David in a lavish double wedding. Both couples settled in the same community in San Diego. Stephanie gratefully accepted her new role as Mrs. Abrahms. Nine months later Stephanie gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Her love of motherhood grew with each passing day. 3 years later, after finishing her commitment to the government by having a second child, Stephanie returned to the work force with new ambitions. Without hesitation she jumped at a job offer from David to become his executive secretary. And she was delighted to learn that she would be rejoined with her former secretary, Tammy, who had also moved out west to work for David. Both girls laughed at the irony. Tammy received a promotion to join David's firm and now Stephanie would serve as her secretary too. As she went to get morning coffee for David and Tammy, Stephanie smiled at all the wonderful changes in her life. She had never been happier. The End