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The Mission
By Mister Double U
"My name is Colonel Donald Armstrong Wilson," the man behind the desk said.
"And I am the head of Operation Turkish Bath." He walked out from behind the
desk and paced the room. Sergeant Riley, head of the guards, stood next to
him at full attention.
"You have been chosen for a very important, top secret mission." Wilson
continued. "One that will involve the elimination of one of the great enemies
of the United States of America." He cleared his throat and moved back behind
his desk and pulled out a map.
"The leader of this small country is working on plans for a new type of
hydrogen bomb. We want YOU to find it and destroy it, if possible." Wilson
sat down. "Any questions?"
I cleared my throat. "Why me, sir?"
Wilson smiled. "A good question. I've looked over your files, Johnson." He
reached into his drawer and pulled out a large manila folder about 3 inches
thick. By the way, I'm Johnson. Second Lieutenant Charles Emerson Johnson,
United States Army to be exact. I'm here in this hellhole for sneaking into
my CO's office, changing some transfer orders and sneaking out. It wouldn't
have been a big deal except they were the CO's orders. He was due to go to
Hawaii, but I sent him to Greenland. The actual charges were breaking and
entering, forgery, resisting arrest (I knocked out 3 MPs before they caught
me), and conduct unbecoming an officer. I've always had a problem with
authority. So here I am, Kensington Military Prison. This is my third
hellhole. I managed to escape from the last two. Even had a chance to hit it
big in Vegas before they caught me.
Wilson continued. "I've looked over your files, Johnson, and they're not
good." He opened the folder and read the charges. I stood there bored. He
closed the file. "You're facing some serious time. We thought you might want
to finally use your talents in the service of your country."
"Why would I want to do that, sir?" I spit the last words out. The Sergeant
poked his club into my stomach, bringing me to my knees. Wilson stood up and
sat on the edge of his desk, looking down at me.
"Maybe because I'm asking you nicely." He said. If that was nicely, I'd hate
to see cruel. Wilson nodded to the Sergeant and he walked to the door. In
walked the most beautiful pair of legs I'd ever seen. From where I was,
that's all I could see. "Your training will be done by Doctor Sandra McAllen.
She's our top man.er." Wilson stopped, looking slightly embarrassed. "She's
the best in the field of behavior sciences." Wilson headed back to his chair.
I turned around and stood up slowly against the desk.
"Pleased to meet you Doctor." I said. She was beautiful. Besides the long,
shapely legs, she had red hair that was done up in a bun, deep green eyes and
a hell of a rack. She wore a white lab coat over a short blue dress. I could
see that she was wearing stockings under there. I started to become aroused.
She either didn't see it or ignored it. I sat in the chair next to her. She
walked around the chair, looking me over. Normally, I would have found it
exciting, but she did it in such a medical way that I became even more
apprehensive about this "assignment".
"He'll do." She said. "I will have to give him a through examination to be
sure." She sat back down.
"Gee, thanks." I said. "Nice to be wanted." The Sergeant raised his club
again, but Wilson stopped him.
"When would you like him?" Wilson asked.
"Tomorrow would be good." She replied. Wilson nodded and she left the room.
"Now Lieutenant, here are the terms of our agreement. You will do whatever
the doctor says without question. And when the time comes, you will complete
the mission. If you do are successful, you will be set free and honorably
discharged. If you disobey the doctor, if you try to escape, you will be
immediately executed." He stood up. "And I can do it. Do I make myself
perfectly clear?"
"Yes sir." I answered.
He sat back down. "You will spend this evening in a secluded cell. Tomorrow
morning, your training will begin. Dismissed!" He began flipping through some
papers on his desk. The Sergeant walked over and grabbed my arm. We walked
out of the room and down the main hall of the prison. There was lots of
hushed chatter as I walked by; the subject, which I'm sure, was what I was
doing in Wilson's office. We stopped at a door that led to the medical wing.
We were buzzed in and headed to a large door marked 'Private'. The door
opened and the room contained a cot and a small dresser. I walked inside and
the door shut behind me. I lay down on the cot and went to sleep.
I didn't sleep well that night. They had in the background what is called
White Noise. Telephone customer service representatives use it to drown out
any background noises. I tossed and turned all night long. Maybe it was some
kind of test to see if I could make it. Eventually, I passed out from sheer
exhaustion.
The next morning, the testing began. I was met my Dr. McAllen. She and the
Sergeant led me into a large gym. Complete with treadmill and weights. Dr.
McAllen stepped out from behind some machines. Her hair was in that same bun
and her coat was pulled tight around her.
"Good morning, Lieutenant." She said. "I trust you slept well."
I yawned. "Not really Doctor, and call me Chuck." I sat down in a nearby
chair. She grabbed my arm and helped me up.
"Sorry to hear you slept poorly, Lieutenant." She continued and led me to a
treadmill. I got on and they attached all sorts of sensors to my chest and
legs. She then handed me a pill. It was about the size of a multi-vitamin.
"What's this for?" I asked swallowing it.
"Part of your training." She replied and turned the tread on. I was in pretty
good physical shape, but I had serious problems on the machine. She was
making me run on the balls of my feet instead of on the whole foot. And I had
my shoulders thrown back, again at her request. After about 15 minutes, I was
exhausted. She then had me doing aerobic exercises. By the end of the
session, I collapsed in the chair in front of her desk. This was worse than
basic training.
"I can't move a muscle." I said. I was short of breath and sweating.
She moved from behind the desk and sat on another chair. "Why don't you rest
on the table for a few moments and we'll continue. She helped me up and led
me to the table. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
The next thing I remember, the doctor was standing over me. "Up and at 'em."
She said. "You've been out long enough."
I sat up, not feeling much better. "How long was I out?"
"About 3 hours. Are you ready to continue?"
I nodded. She helped me off the table and led me to the weights. I was
working muscle groups I didn't even know I had. That went on for about an
hour. During the entire time, she watched her monitor and checked my vital
signs. After that, she had me lay down back on the couch again. I was just
happy for the rest.
She walked over to me. She took off her glasses and took her hair out of the
bun. It flowed past her shoulders and in front of her chest. I moved my hands
to cover my erection. She smiled and took out a pocket watch.
"Hypnosis?" I asked. She nodded. I laughed. "I've never been able to be
hypnotized. They tried once to get me to stop smoking. That didn't work."
"Can I at least try?" she asked. Her voice was soft and sultry. My erection
grew.
"Why not? Might be good for a laugh. Just don't make me cluck like a chicken
or something."
She started swinging the watch in front of me and I was surprised at how
quickly I felt myself going under.
I woke up hours later in my bed. That was the first day. The white noise was
in the background again. This time, I was so tired that I didn't care. I
slept like a rock.
The next day, I went to the training room as usual. I felt a little strange.
Doctor McAllen was still there; her hair back in that unattractive bun and
her glasses pushed up on her head.
"Mornin' Doc." I said. She played with a few more dials.
"Good morning Lieutenant." She said coolly. She walked out and placed the
monitors on my chest again. I noticed that my chest, leg and arm hair were
completely gone.
"That's weird." I said.
"It's a side effect of the pills that you're taking." She replied handing me
another pill. I swallowed it with some water and the training began again.
After all the weights, she had me lay on the couch again. No watch this time,
three quick claps of her hands and I was out cold.
The training continued the same way for the next four days. Treadmill,
aerobics, weights and those large white pills. And the hypnosis continued. On
Friday, she came to my room early in the morning. I was still in bed.
"Good morning Lieutenant." She said. I groaned as the light went on. "Time to
get up. We have some new training to start today."
I stood up. My hair was all over the place. Literally. On the floor, the bed.
I was bald. I ran to the mirror. It was gone, along with my eyebrows and
mustache that I'd had since I was in High School.
"What the??" I asked. I turned to the doctor. "What's happening to me?"
She jotted some notes down on a clipboard. "Another side effect of the pills.
Are you ready to begin?"
"No, I am NOT ready to begin." I said. "I want to know what's going on and I
want to know NOW!" I grabbed her by the collar and shook her violently. Two
MPs entered the room and dragged me off of her. She adjusted her jacket and
fixed her glasses.
"It's all right." She said. They let me go and stood over by my dresser. "I
had a feeling that we might start having problems. That's why these gentlemen
are here." She reached into a bag and took out a pair of red high heels. "Put
these on." She commanded.
"You must be kidding." I replied. "There's no way I'm putting those on."
She walked over to me carrying them out in front of her. "Don't make this
anymore difficult that it has to be." I put my hands up in front of me.
"No." I said. "This is ridiculous." She clapped her hands three times and the
next thing I remember was waking up with these heels. The strap had been
soldered shut. I was stuck with these things.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked. I growled. One of the MPs walked
towards me. She backed him off. "I would like you to try to walk around the
room. It will take a little getting used to."
I stood up. My feet felt like they were going to give out on me. My ankles
wobbled as I took my first steps. Eventually, I made it across the room.
"Well done." She said handing me another of those pills. "We're going to pass
on the usual training today. I want you to just practice walking in those."
She turned and left the room. One MP stayed behind and stood against the
wall.
I walked for hours. Back and forth and back and forth. After about two hours,
I was getting pretty good. I could walk with some ease from my bed to the
door. The MP stood there and smiled. He must have thought I was quite a
sight. A 6' tall bald man walking in 5" heels. I sat down to rest.
The Doctor walked back in. "You've done very well. I've been watching your
progress for the past hour." She said, taking my arm. She led me out into the
hallway and down to a large dining room. I recognized it as the Colonel's
private dining room. She had me sit down and sat next to me. She rang a bell
and some food arrived.
"The next part of your training is mannerisms and actions." The tray of food
was placed in front of me. "I would like to you start with this salad. I'm
going to watch how you eat."
I raised my eyebrow and shrugged. If she wants to watch me, fine. I picked up
my salad fork and dug right in. She stopped me."
"That's not the correct way to eat." She said taking my fork. She proceeded
to show me "the correct way" to eat all types of food; salad, meat, soup,
even drinking wine. I thought it was all fairly silly, but no sillier than
wearing these heels. I felt like I was in "My Fair Lady". We went back to the
room and I went to sleep. I ate way too much and didn't sleep too well.
This went on for a few days. I would walk around for a few hours, then eat.
One day instead of walking to the dining room, I went to another lab. This
one had one machine in it. It looked like a sweatbox that you might see at
the gym. A glass box surrounded it. Around it were a number of monitors.
Doctor McAllen placed the monitors on me and told me to get into the box. My
wrists and feet were placed in straps. She locked the box securely and went
to one of the machines behind the glass. Colonel Wilson walked in shortly
after that. I didn't like the look of this.
"Are you ready, Lieutenant?" she asked.
"I don't think I have a choice." I replied. She flipped a few switches and
the box began to heat up. I started to sweat. It kept getting hotter and
hotter. My mouth got very dry. Doctor McAllen kept a careful eye on the
equipment. The doctor pushed a few more buttons and the box started to
reshape itself. I felt like my entire body was being reformed. It pushed
against my stomach, flattening it out. It pushed against my arms and legs,
making them thinner. It pushed against the sides of my chest and against my
cock. I had no idea what was happening. Colonel Wilson stood there
impatiently. Doctor McAllen kept pushing more buttons and flipping more
switches. My body felt like a pretzel. It was being pushed and pulled and
poked in all different directions. The doctor looked expectantly at her
dials. At the proper moment, she pushed another button and the machine
stopped. Pieces of it were still pressing against me, holding me in place.
The pain was almost too much to bear. Eventually, I heard a whirring sound
and the machine moved away and the doors opened. The room was full of steam.
Doctor McAllen walked in followed by two guards. They unhooked me and helped
me out of the room and into a cool bath. She stood over me as Colonel Wilson
walked in.
"Well?" he asked.
"We'll know in a moment, Colonel." She replied. I closed my eyes and let the
liquid soak all over my body. It felt so wonderful. "Ok, let's get him out."
The two guards walked over and lifted me out of the tub and placed me on a
towel on a table. I opened my eyes and watched to two guards leave. The
doctor and colonel were standing over me. Dr. McAllen was smiling. The
Colonel was standing there with his mouth open.
"What?" I asked. I sat up and looked at myself. My mouth fell open. I was a
woman. The machine had changed me. I touched my breasts and nipples and
watched them get hard. I ran my hands down my body, expecting the worst. I
wasn't disappointed. I got to where my cock should be and found nothing but a
patch of pubic hair and new pussy lips there. I got off the table, oblivious
to the two people standing there, and walked over to a nearby mirror. My face
was still the same. I was still bald, but I had this beautiful woman's body.
I had also shrunk by about 5 inches. I had large voluptuous breasts, petite
waist, and beautiful legs. I turned sideways. My ass was larger. I looked
amazing. Except, of course, for the manly face and bald head that faced me. I
turned to face Doctor McAllen.
"What. How." I said. I couldn't form complete sentences. My voice hadn't
changed either.
"Let me explain." Doctor McAllen said. "This machine is a transmignofier. It
can reshape any matter in the form that we input through the computer. The
white pills were to make your body suppler and, along with the exercise,
helped the machine do its job. As you can see," she continued walking towards
me and turning me towards the mirror again. "We did a wonderful job."
"I can't believe you did this to me." I said. Colonel Wilson walked over to
me. I absentmindedly put my hands up to hide my breasts.
"I'll expect you in my office in 20 minutes."
Twenty minutes later, I was sitting in a bathrobe in Colonel Donald Armstrong
Wilson's office. Doctor McAllen was sitting next to me. Sergeant Riley, chief
guard, was standing next to him. Another doctor was standing against the
wall.
"The first part of your training has gone very well. You're almost ready to
go off on your assignment." He said.
"Not like this, sir." I replied rubbing my head. He smiled and laughed.
"We'll fix that. You will have a few more days of training with Doctor
McAllen and then you go for plastic surgery on your face. Then off you go."
He threw a large manila folder at me. "Here is all the information you will
need to know. Dismissed." We all stood up and left. McAllen, the other doctor
and I walked back to my room. I sat down and the other doctor came over to me
and began playing with my face. He pushed here and pulled there, writing
notes on a small pad he had with him. He turned to Doctor McAllen.
"I'll see him in a few days." He said and left.
"Who is he?" I asked.
"Doctor Brian Greenfeld. He's the most prominent plastic surgeon in the
country. I gave him a few preliminary ideas for you. He seems to like them."
"So what's next? Maybe the proper way to put on a tampon?" I asked. She
looked at me, disappointed.
"Thought I trained you better than that." She replied. She nodded and the
door opened. One of the biggest MPs I'd ever seen walked in. I was a bit
worried as to what he would do. After all, I was just a little woman now.
Doctor McAllen walked over to me.
"Rosebud." She whispered in my ear. Something strange happened then. I felt
different. She walked towards the door and turned back to me.
"I feel strange." I said. "What."
"What has just happened is that I triggered a subliminal message that we
planted in your mind during all those hypnosis sessions." She said. "The word
will alter your personality and make you more, shall we say, womanly. You
will still know who you are and the mission that you have to perform, but
your likes and dislikes, feelings and emotions, turn-ons and turn-offs have
changed. What's your name, dear?"
"Dominique." I answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world. My
voice was in a slight falsetto. It sounded pretty stupid.
Doctor McAllen smiled. She removed her hair from the bun in the back. It fell
slowly down past her shoulders and in front of her breasts. She slowly took
off her shoes and stockings. As she stripped, she nodded to the MP next to
her. He began removing his clothes. I was torn. I've wanted to see Doctor
McAllen naked since the first moment I met her. But right now, I was more
attracted to the buff MP standing there. I wanted him. I walked towards him,
watching as he slowly removed his pants. I put out my hands and removed his
underwear, brushing his cock with my nails as I did. He started to get hard.
I put my lips on the tip of his cock and sucked slowly. I ran my tongue along
the length and fondled his balls. Doctor McAllen walked over and played with
my tits. I felt my nipples get hard and a wetness between my legs. I took the
entire length of his cock in my mouth and sucked him as hard as I could. I
couldn't believe that I was doing this. Doctor McAllen ran her fingers down
my body and put one of her fingers into my hot pussy. I was so wet. She stuck
another finger inside. I almost bit the MP as I screamed with pleasure. I
began to rock back and forth on her fingers. She pulled me off his cock and
led both of us to the bed. I lay down and he mounted me. The waves of
pleasure were unbelievable. Doctor McAllen played with my breasts as he
fucked me. It didn't take long for me to cum. He finished shortly after, his
cum running down my legs and all over my bed. He got up and I lay there,
twitching. I just kept having orgasm after orgasm.
"You can go. Thank you, Corporal." She said. He nodded, got dressed and left.
I lay there trying to catch my breath. She got up and started getting dressed
again.
"Very good, Dominique. I think you're ready to go."
I took a few days to get used to my new body. It was amazing to me how many
things I knew how to do. One big one was going to the bathroom. I
instinctively knew to sit down and how to wipe after I was done. Everything
was so natural. After that, I went to the big room to have the surgery.
Doctor Greenfeld did a great job. First thing they did, but the last thing I
noticed, was they corrected my voice. It didn't sound like a stupid falsetto
anymore. Then they attached long blond hair to my head. They bobbed my nose
and raised my cheekbones. They thinned out my face and made my eyes move
oval. They made my brown eyes blue. Yeah, I know it's a song title, but it's
true. I looked incredible.
It didn't take long for me to recover. While I waited, I had some time to
work out and help keep my body in shape. Doctor McAllen stopped by every day
to see how I was doing. We continued practicing mannerisms and walking and
other womanly items. Each night, I read over the dossier. It was very
interesting.
Three days later, Colonel Wilson called me into his office. He sat behind his
desk staring at me. I wore a pair of shorts and a tank top. Dr. McAllen was
sitting next to me.
"A wonderful job, Doctor." He said, practically drooling over my new look. He
turned to me. "Have you read the dossier?"
"Yes, sir." I answered. My voice was soft and sexy. I could almost sense the
erection that he was getting under his desk. "I know what I have to do."
To be continued...
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