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Psychiatrist's Pride By Ellen Patrick lay as comfortably as possible on the doctor's couch. This was his third visit to the psychiatrist. As much as he tried to relax it was hard for him to keep coming up with items to discuss with her. He knew that it was on his agenda to get to the very point on why he sought out professional help. Five minutes into this session and he had already felt like an hour has gone by. Pat looked at the Doctor as she adjusted herself in a leather office chair. She crossed her legs and lowered a notepad down to her knee. He glanced down at her feet, which donned a pair of black high heels. His mind thought they must be four inch heels. He looked up to the doctor taking in her shapely long legs, encased in suntan nylons, her sleek black skirt, long manicured red fingernails, white blouse, and her pretty face in light make- up. She held a pen to her red lips as those big brown eyes looked at him. Dr. Sweeney was certainly attractive and Patrick knew that he would feel more comfortable with a female doctor. Now it was time for him to express just what he has needed to get off his chest for a long time. "I wear women's clothes." Ashamed he looked away from Dr. Sweeney. Her reaction was natural for a psychiatrist. She after all is not one to pass judgment. "Patrick, how long have you worn female clothing?" He thought for a moment. "About twenty years, since I was in the sixth grade." "Would you like to tell me about the first time you dressed up?" Patrick sunk down lower on the couch. His mind took him back to the sound of closing locker doors. Bells ringing between classes. The smell of Trejor'. "I was twelve years old. I found myself attracted to this one girl." He had a mental image of her in his head. Her brown eyes and brunette hair, which cascaded over her shoulders. "Her name was Liza. She was a cheerleader. I think this was the first time I ever took notice of a girl in a way which I believed to be love. The way she looked in her uniform. I wanted to get to know Liza but was afraid to approach her." Dr. Sweeney gave him a smile, one that Patrick took as reassurance. No one had ever heard this story from his lips. "A friend of mine was talking about how he kept in touch with his girlfriend with notes that they would slip into each others lockers. That gave me an idea to write Liza a note expressing how I felt about her. I believe my wording expressed how lovely I thought she was. How I wanted to get to know her better. I would do anything to be able to spend time with her. Something like that I believe. I placed the note in her locker before lunch and had hopes to get a reply by the end of the day. However when I opened my locker there was no response." "How did that make you feel, not getting a response?" "I felt lonely, I wondered if I was just not attractive enough." "So did she ever acknowledge your note?" "Well it was a Thursday, about three days later. I had clarinet practice. Our school had three rooms for musical practice behind the auditorium. I was going through some music scores for band when a knock came at the door. I looked up and to my astonishment it was Liza. My heart pounded as I got up to let her in..." Patrick opened the door to the music room and Liza walked in. She had on a fragrance, which his sense of smell locked in on. "Hi Liza, I guess your here about the note I left you?" Liza closed the door and pulled down the shade, to the glass window on the door. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a purple top. "Yes, I received your note. I was surprised by it to say the least." "Well everything I wrote is true." She smiled, "I am glad to hear it. I was thinking about what you said in the note. That you would do anything to be with me." "I would do anything." "Well, I have to admit, I am attracted to you. However so many boys come on to me, that I never know which ones want to just take advantage of me or seriously be my friend. Understand?" "I think so." "You see I want you to be Mr. Right, but I can't be sure. So I have come up with a little test." Patrick looked surprised. "A test?" Liza held out a paper bag and placed it on the chair next to me. "In that bag is something I want you to wear." Pat moved his hand over towards the bag. Liza reached out and touched his fingers, "Don't look yet. Take the bag home and read the note inside. It will explain everything." "Okay?" "I hope it is okay Patrick, I want you to be the one." Liza stepped to the door and winked at him, before making her exit. "...I remember my reaction of anger when I emptied the contents of the bag on the bed. There was a girls gym uniform, a can of ladies shaving cream, and a pink disposable razor." Dr. Sweeney asked, "What did the note say?" "The note as I recall explained that I was to shave my legs and other body hair. That Friday I was to put on this uniform, it was a one piece uniform that had pink shorts and pink and white vertical pinstripes. It had a long zipper down the front. I was to wear the outfit under my clothes and at the end of the day meet Liza by the girls gymnasium." "So what happened next?" "Well I did not want to do it at first, but I figured Liza was doing this to see if she could trust me. So I figured why not. I did not have much to shave." "There was a little hair on my legs and pubic area so that was not so bad. I just started to grow hair on my body so I was not very attached to it yet. That morning before school I put on the uniform and zipped it up. I felt flush at first. Realizing that I was in girl's clothes, an excitement, which I could not explain at the time, began to come over me. This pink cotton uniform made me feel different than any other of my clothes made me feel." "Perhaps it was a little tight in the crotch. Then I noticed the faint smell of perfume coming from the uniform. The same scent Liza wore the other day. That made me more nervous, that someone might smell the fragrance coming from me. I didn't think the perfume was that strong so I just made sure I wore my blue jeans, a button down shirt, and a sweater. I had to make sure no one would notice that I had on a girls gym uniform on under my clothes." "I rode the bus to school and never had I felt so self-conscious as I did that day. The secret under my clothes caused a new feeling to come over me. One that I would later come to learn was a sexual response." "So you're saying that the uniform turned you on?" "Yes, I was aroused, until it was time for me to attend my gym class. I didn't even think about what I would do when I had to change for gym. I could not let the guys see me in this get up. So I told the gym teacher that I felt sick and asked if I could go to the nurse. I remember thinking how smart I was to dodge gym class. The nurse took my temperature and surprisingly I had a low fever. I thought it must have been from the layers of clothes I had on. The nurse gave me some non-aspirin and allowed me to lie down for the period. I did not want to go home." "The end of the school day I waited outside the girls gym for Liza. She walked out of the gymnasium wearing a cheerleader uniform. The blue outfit consisted of a solid blue pleated short skirt, a blue sweater with white stripping across the chest and down the arms and the initials of our Junior High School embroidered diagonally across the front. Liza had skin toned tights, with little white ankle socks and a pair of saddle shoes..." "Hi Patrick!" She smiled. "Did you wear it?" Patrick raised his finger to his mouth in a shushing manor. He nodded instead. "Good come with me." Liza grabbed his hand and pulled him into the gym. Girl's basketball practice was going on as Liza escorted Patrick into the gym. In the back they entered a gymnastics room. "What's going on, where are we going?" "I want to go somewhere private so I can confirm that you followed my orders. I can barely make out the perfume that I sprayed on the uniform. So I think you are wearing the uniform." Behind the balance beam there were a stack of mats about seven feet high. She took him behind the padding in order to secure a little privacy. "Okay take off your clothes and show me!" "Here? What if someone comes back here?" "Not a chance. Now come on strip down to the uniform." Patrick pulled off his sweater and unbuttoned his shirt. Liza turned flush at the sight of her gym uniform on a boy. He took off his shirt and then unbuttoned his jeans. Liza could not wait to pull them off. She kicked his pile of clothes out of the way and pushed the boy against the stack of mats. She planted a kiss on him. Patrick reacted by placing his arms around her narrow waist. His hands found her buttock and squeezed. "Oh Patrick! I just think you look so sexy in pink. I bet you would look equally good in my cheerleading uniform." Patrick looked at her like she was crazy but before he could object she had already slipped off her skirt, followed by sweater, and turtleneck. He watched as this girl stripped down to the bare essentials. She unzipped Pat's outfit and he pulled it down and stepped out of it. "Have you ever seen a naked girl before?" Liza asked. "No this is my first time." She laughed, "We have to hurry before someone comes in here." "But I thought you said no one ever comes back here?" "Well yeah, but those girls practicing saw me take you back here. They may get suspicious." Patrick thought that was a good point and turned to grab his clothes. "No, No. You are going to wear my cheerleading uniform." "You're kidding!" "No I'm not, unless you want me to scream right here and now." Pat had only heard the word blackmail a few times in his young life. But he knew that if caught naked in the girl's gymnasium he would have a lot of explaining to do. So first Liza handed him her tights. As he pulled them up his legs, she ran her fingers across his clean shaven legs. "I see you even shaved for me. I bet the nylon tights make your smooth legs feel terrific." Liza stated. Patrick thought about it while drawing up the tights around his waist. He noticed that his legs felt a lot different, almost as if they had become very sensitive to the touch. Next he was handed the blue athletic underwear. Once drawn around his waist, Liza didn't hesitate to help him pull on a white turtleneck, and then the sweater. "These are a little tight." Pat complained. "Of course silly, they're probably a little small for you." Next she held out the skirt for him to step into. She pulled it up his legs and she stretched out the waistband and set in place around his waist. Liza adjusted the sweater and made sure the white turtleneck shirt was tucked into place underneath the waistband of the skirt. "I think my shoes will fit on your feet." Patrick thought she might have bigger feet than he did. She placed the ankle socks on his feet and then worked the saddle shoes into place. They fit snugly but he was in a whirlwind of arousal from this experience and he did not have anything to complain about. Liza slipped her gym uniform on and put on Patrick's socks and shoes. "All right Pat. I want you to keep quiet while I go play a little basketball with the girls. Unless you want to come cheer me on?" "What, are you kidding?" "No, you stay here and wait for me. I think I'll take your clothes with me to guarantee that you will be here when I get back." She picked up his jeans, shirt, and sweater and stuffed them into a little bag. The walking around the gymnastic pads Liza made her way into the main gym wear the basketball team was practicing. "...I remember sitting behind that stack for what seemed like hours. But I found that I could not keep my hands off of my legs and I even rubbed my pantied crotch. This would become my undoing as from that moment Liza got me into her uniform, I was hooked on wearing female clothing." "Well Patrick, Our time is just about up. I was just wondering one thing?" Doctor Sweeney sat up in her chair and put down her pen and paper. "What is your question?" "Well do you remember Liza's last name?" Patrick sat up and swung his feet around so he could plant them on the floor. "Of course I remember." Pat's face went pale. He looked at the Doctors' diploma on the wall and saw Liza Sweeney. "Sweeney." Liza smiled and reached under her desk to pull out a bag. "For our next appointment I want you to wear the contents in this bag. Follow my instructions to the letter. Understand. After all if you're to be my patient I want to be able to see for myself what wearing women's clothes does to you." Patrick reached for the bag and clutched it as I was escorted out of the office. "Patrick, I'll see you next Friday at three o'clock." As he left her office it occurred to him how stupid he was to never make a connection. He went to a doctor to get help and to better understand why he was so attached to wearing feminine clothing. Now he finds out that he is the patient of the person who started him off down the transvestite path. What did she have in the bag for him now? He couldn't wait to get home and find out. Chapter Two Patrick entered his apartment. He held the paper bag tightly under his arm. Then taking a few minutes to check the mail, and his answering machine. Pat was finally able to commit to the doctors' orders. Life had just made a complete circle for the transvestite. Liza Sweeney who turned his average young teenage life into a sexually charged craving for female garments was the woman he sought out to make some sense of his life. Now picking up where there relationship left off twenty years ago. He dumped the contents of the bag onto his bed. The contents sent chills throughout his body. The inventory included a red ensemble of lingerie, which was stockings, g-string, garter belt, and bra. A letter addressed to Patrick was sealed. He opened the letter and pulled out the folded instructions. Dear Patrick, Imagine my surprise when you walked into my office three weeks ago. I was wondering if you would ever make the connection that you and I had a history together a long time ago. Your reading this letter tells me that you came out to me about your past with me. I am pleased that I will get to explore your desire to wear women's clothes. At our next appointment you will wear the lingerie that I have provided for you. You have no idea how long I have waited for this opportunity. Please do not disappoint me. Sincerely, Dr. Liza Sweeney Pat put the note down beside him as he sat on his bed. His mind filled with memories of those school days twenty years ago. Did he want to obey Liza again? Did he want to risk putting his trust back in her? Now she was his psychiatrist. If only he had figured it out sooner... He sat in the gymnastics work out room, waiting for Liza to return with his clothes. His back against a stack of tumbling mats, his knees were brought up so he could rest his head. As Pats' hands touched the nylon tights on his clean shaven legs, his groin began to tighten inside the blue athletic panties. The thought of anyone coming in and finding him dressed in a complete cheerleader uniform was risky enough. The realization that he was beginning to enjoy the feel of the clothes was a new matter altogether. Never in a thousand years would he have imagined that dressing guys in her clothes was what turned Liza on. Yet here he was all alone in her uniform and hoping this was going to lead up to the taking of his virginity. Patrick began to get very worried. A long period of time had gone by and there was no sign of Liza. He stood up and peeked around the corner of the stack of mats. A clock on the wall said it all. He was there for almost two hours. Mustering up the courage, he stepped out from behind his protection and walked towards the doors to the main girls gymnasium. A narrow glass window provided his worst fear. All the girls were gone and he seemed to be the only one left in the gym. Perspiration beaded his forehead, he fell victim to a cruel hoax. How could she just leave him there? After careful planning on what his options were, Pat opened the door to the girl's gym and stepped in. He made a dash for the main doors and looked out into the hallway, which appeared deserted. Perhaps if he could only make it to the guys locker room. There he could at least find some sweats in a locker. Pushing the door open into the hallway, he looked feverishly around for others. The coast was clear and he took off down the corridor towards the boy's gymnasium. Once Pat reached the bottom of the stairwell, he heard that someone was coming. All he could do was go into a corner underneath the stairs and hope that the persons' back would stay towards him. The sound of keys jingling meant it was either a custodian, or someone from the front office. Already excuses filled his mind, "Liza Sweeney made me do it!" "I lost my clothes and this was all I could find." An adult stepped down and began walking away from the stairs. The gray uniform was one of the cleaning crews. Pat stood silent and waited for the right opportunity to make a getaway up the stairs. He gently stepped out from the corner and turned up towards the stairs and slowly ascended up to the next level. To his dismay the boy's gym had already been locked. He ran down the corridor towards an exit to the side of the school. Looking outside he focused on what he had to do to get home undetected. "If only I had some make-up and a wig." He thought to himself. Patrick opened the door and stepped out into the cool evening air. Autumn had brought nightfall a little earlier, but he still had a while before a dark sky would help aid his journey home. He had a plan and that was to get the country club golf course just across the street from the school. The course had already been shut down for the year. Once on the course he could make his way towards his home. First he had to slowly make his way to the front of the school. He prayed that no one was in the front, that no buses were sitting there, or any students were loitering around. Peering around the corner to the front his prayers were answered. Now came time for him to do a hundred yard dash towards a fence into the golf course. Running to the fence he had to cross the front lawn of the school and go into the street to a chain link fence. Once across the street he was able to go into a row of bushes. Behind one of the shrubs there had been a gap in the fence from the ground up. He got on his belly and crawled underneath. Then looking back he could see that the coast was clear. A clean getaway indeed. Pat walked south down a fairway. All the flags were removed so he had no idea what hole he was strolling down. The cool crisp air and gentle breezes provided an extra charge in his journey home. The sensitivity of his nylon covered legs and the short skirt bouncing around made for a very arousing experience. One in which he was growing more excited with each step. Now that he was alone and outside he began to appreciate the feel of the uniform. Perhaps this was not so bad after all. The golf course was always a great short cut to go home if he ever missed the bus. Although it angered golfers during the season, many students created havoc on the links. As Pat avoided the sand traps and water hazards it was only a matter of time before reaching the exit to get home. Then came the hardest part of all. Perhaps waiting for the cover of darkness was a good idea. The golf course had an enclosed gazebo, which made for a perfect place to rest and get out of the cold air. He sat down on a bench and enjoyed the thrills, which he had just endured to get this far. Once out of the country club it was all residential. In order to avoid being seen he had to use great caution, there were at least three streets that needed to be crossed and only one of then was always busy. But he the right opportunity arose; he would only be seen from a distance. No one would ever look twice. If they did Pat had planned on taking cover wherever he could find it. The skies grew darker and he found his hand caressing his aroused area. These clothes really excited Pat. He wanted to stroke himself until masturbation completion. Being smart he knew he could not afford the escape home in soiled panties. If he were to get caught the humiliation would be infinite. Pat made his way to a dry creek bed, which had a big gap under the fence to leave the club. He stepped behind a tree and looked out over the first street he needed to cross. The dead end provided an easy throughway. Once on the side of a house he made his way toward the back. A utility pole path became his route. A lot of yards were not fenced in, so it made his trip easier. When one yard did have a fence, the opposite house would not. Then came the second street, it was a on a hill so it to was easy to cross no cars in sight. He traveled through five more yards and made his direction change to the east. Now he approached going between two houses and going to the front to a third and final road. A very well traveled road. Patrick kneeled down into the bushes and watched for a window of opportunity as car after car drove by. If it was clear on one side a group of cars were coming down the other. It took about five minutes but finally the road opened and it was time to make a dash. Running out into the street he could see the headlights of the next cars about a block away. Thank goodness he was not a deer frozen in the lights. Once across it was a matter of cutting through the yard and between two garages then two backyards to his house. The night sky and it being pretty much dinnertime in all the homes, no one was outside. Now all that stood between him and a clean getaway was the backdoor and stairs to his bedroom. The kitchen lights were on in his house. He slowly opened the door and carefully stepped into the house. Pat saw his mother sitting with her back to him. He gently closed the door and stepped up into the hallway. Then quickly walked to the stairs. "Sorry I'm late, had a project for school, I'll be right down for dinner." After his mother yelled from the kitchen table about how she hates it when he doesn't call, Pat knew he had made it. Pulling off Liza's sweater and turtleneck Pat threw on a sweatshirt. He kicked off the saddle shoes and pulled off the skirt. Then he pulled on sweat pants. Then Pat made his way down to the kitchen to eat. While underneath his clothes were the tights, athletic panties and ankle socks of Lisa's. Pats' mother served him a plate. "Oh Liza Sweeney called. She left her number." Pat nodded and picked up a fork to take a bite of dinner. "So who is Liza?" Mom asked. Put gulped down the serving on his fork. "Uhh, she is in some of my classes, I am working on a project with her." ...Some project Pat thought as he held the red panties to his cheek. Friday he was going to have this outfit on under his clothes. What hoops did the good doctor have in mind for him to jump through this time? Chapter 3 The female secretary smiled at Pat as he went to sign in for his appointment with Dr. Sweeney. If only she knew what was on underneath his suit. Pat sat down in the chair of the waiting room. He was very uncomfortable. In addition to his regular attire a sweater had to be added to help hide the red bra he had on underneath. The circle of life had made it around and once again he found himself waiting for Liza in clothes she picked out for him. A phone started ringing. Pat looked at the secretary, who seemed a little slow in picking up the call. After hearing the third ring Pat closed his eyes... "Hello?" Patrick sat on his bed underneath the blankets. He had the phone pressed against his ear. "Hello?" echoed out of the receiver, the sound of a young female voice. "May I please speak to Liza?" He whispered. "This is Liza, is this my friend, the cheerleader?" She giggled. Pat did not enjoy her amusement. "Why did you do that to me?" "I'm sorry did I hurt you in some way?" "I had to sneak home dressed in your clothes, I could have been caught. For goodness sakes I had to sneak into my home while my family ate dinner." Liza laughed again. "I wish I could have seen you. I bet you looked really cute too." He thought to himself for a moment about how he enjoyed the thrill of the whole experience. That would be the last admission he would make to this girl. "Patrick, are you mad at me?" she asked. "What do you think?" throwing the question back at her. "I think you showed up to school today in my gym uniform. That took a lot of guts; to wear my cheerleader uniform, and to leave the school, and not to mention strut around the neighborhood to get home in it. I bet you were enjoying yourself." "I wasn't strutting around the neighborhood." "I stand corrected. Well I am going to need you to bring me my uniform back." Pat shook his head. "I hope you're not asking me to wear it back to school?" Liza did not answer right away. He pictured her imagining the situation. "Well, as cute as you looked, I don't want to risk loosing my boyfriend to any other guys." Eyes popping wide open, "Did you say Boyfriend?" "Yes, I like you. Just bring me the uniform back. I have to go now... you know... homework." "Okay Liza, I'll talk to you later." Pat hung up the phone and pulled the blankets off of himself. The blue uniform was back on. He figured why not wear it one more time before having to turn it over. With his bedroom door locked, Pat sat at his desk and finished up some homework. All the time rubbing his legs and teasingly caressing his pleasure zones... "Patrick!" His eyes looked up to the doorway into the offices, there Liza stood ready for him to make his way back to her office. As he followed her down the corridor, Pat took inventory of Liza's wardrobe. Her blue low heel pumps, beige nylons, short blue skirt, and blue jacket were quite an ensemble. Her hair done up in a bun, with what he thought could be chop sticks holding the hairstyle together. She stopped just after entering her office. Patrick walked in and sat down on the couch. After closing the door, Liza crossed over and stood over her patient. "Well let me see some red Patrick!" She ordered. Obeying her request, Pat stood back up and began to disrobe. Liza sat down in her office chair and watched as his coat and sweater were tossed to the floor. She already could make out the red bra underneath his white button down shirt. Next Patrick loosened his tie. Soon the shirt began to come off, followed by his trousers. The doctor began to feel a little excited from the strip tease. Now Pat stood with his arms crossed. His skin reacted to the cold air in the office with goosebumps. The red stockings, panties, garter belt, and bra were his only protection. Liza stood up and inspected the garter belt to make sure the straps were tight. She ran her fingers across his bra and lightly pulled at the back causing a slight snapping sound. Pat thought about all the times he had snapped at other girl's bra straps. This was the first time he had it done to him. "Very nice Patrick, I am so glad you stayed in pretty good shape. You could use a corset though." He looked own at his belly, yeah he had a little gut, and his waist certainly could use all the help to obtain the hourglass figure. Liza went to her door and took off a garment bag, which was hanging on a hook. She unzipped the bag and pulled out a hanger with a red stretch velvet dress. "I think this will fit you." Pat took the dress from her arms and adjusted it to slip over his head. He pulled it down sliding each arm into the sleeves. The hem of the dress came just below his knees, and the scoop neck didn't reveal any cleavage. Liza thought a good pair of falsies would have created a decent effect. Now here he was once again dressing for Liza and wondering where this was all leading. "All right Patrick, why don't you have a seat?" Liza watched as her patient smoothed the skirt underneath him and immediately crossed his legs like a woman would. She sat back down in her chair, so that could down to business. "Do you know that you have feminine mannerisms when dressed up?" Pat observed his actions and nodded in agreement. "Yes, I don't know why that surprises you, if it weren't for you I never would have been dressing up in these clothes in the first place." Liza smiled, "Do you know that since our relationship ended, I have done nothing else but think about you. Almost twenty years of wondering what happened to you. I never found a man I liked, who would do what you did for me. I went into psychology so that I could learn everything that there was to know about transgenderism and all it's stages and degrees to which it is practiced. All the time wondering if what I did to you had a life long affect." "Well look at me now. I am still dressing at your command. I just can't believe that in seeking help to better understand who I am. I find the very woman who started me in the world of cross dressing." "All right Patrick, I know it seems strange. I can't even begin to tell you how over the line I have stepped in the doctor- patient relationship. I feel that this is the only way I could help you. I hope you trust me. I want to learn all about your experiences and I want to help you better understand yourself. So if you bare with me, there is method to my madness." "Great I am hooked up with a mad-scientist." Pat chuckled. "Okay Liza, here we are again, all I can think about is what went wrong and why did we break up." "Now Patrick, these sessions are not about us and our relationship. We are here to discuss you and what your feeling." "What I'm feeling!" He grunted. "Look at me, I feel ridiculous. I wore the lingerie under my clothes all day. Now I get here and you give me a dress to wear." "So you feel ridiculous, the clothes make you feel uncomfortable?" Pat took a moment, "Well no, I mean they are comfortable." He placed his hands on his face. "They make me feel sexy." "You feel arousal?" She asked. "I can't believe I'm talking about this." "Okay why don't we back up", Liza suggested. "What made you want to seek out therapy?" Pat pulled his hands down from his face. He slumped back against the couch. As he pondered her question he uncrossed his legs. "Ever since my interest in dressing up took off, I have been confronted with issues about my sexuality. It is not enough that I enjoy women's clothes, but I find myself thinking about things that women do." Sexuality and things that women do registered in her head, these feelings that Pat was having were not foreign to her. "Patrick why don't you just relax and spell it out." "Liza I never thought I would get to express my feelings this far. If you were any other doctor I would have probably dismissed my cross-dressing, and just reroute to other problems." "Like you are now? You have to understand you're a man, who enjoys and gets sexually aroused in clothes of the opposite sex. You wonder while dressed as a woman what it would be like to have sexual relations with a man. Am I right?" Casting his eyes to the floor he nodded, "Yes. Yes." Liza watched as Pat sulked. "Admitting that you have these thoughts is difficult. Why don't you tell me when they started?" "Well actually I know the exact moment the thoughts entered my mind. About ten years ago I discovered a shop that catered to men who dressed up. There were a section of magazines and little fiction digests. When you see that there is a library of these topics, it excited me. I remember picking up a digest entitled "Men in Skirts" On the cover was a man bound in a French maid outfit." "There had to be over a hundred different books to choose from. All of these stories dealt with forced feminization, and many of the victims were placed in situations where they had no choice but to give a man pleasure or be screwed in the rear by them. I must have bought twenty different books that day. By night I had read every one of them. Empathy Press became one of my best friends." "Empathy Press, I'm familiar with there work. Sandy Thomas Novels and Reluctant Press are some others I have heard of." Commented Liza. "How do you know about these publishers?" "Come on, I'm a girl who gets off on dressing up guys. I also did my homework when I studied for my PhD..." "I guess that shouldn't surprise me Liza. I would eventually discover other novels. They seemed much more erotic and covered much more detail about the affects of physically becoming a woman. I really got excited reading about how a man who becomes a woman and faces sexual relations with another man for the first time. They were always so tender and romantic. Empathy seemed to be more forced and slammed home if you get my meaning." "Do you think about wanting to be a woman?" "When I dress up, I think about it all the damn time." He paused and smiled to himself. "Then I cum and the fantasy is over." The two sat for a few minutes without saying a word. Pat looked depressed. Liza began to realize for the first time what her actions had created. Liza broke the silence by asking, "Have you ever had a relationship with a woman?" "I tried dating, but I was always afraid to get to involved with women, for fear that they would think I was a pervert, or gay for that matter. I just have no idea how a woman would assume a man is gay if he likes dressing up in there clothing." "That is the number one stereotype of a transvestite." Commented the good Doctor. "I really would like to have a relationship, I'm tired of being alone in this, I think if I found the right woman we could have a good time if she were to accept me for who I am." Liza looked at her watch. "We made some excellent progress today, but our time just about up. I want you to have time to change. So I'll set up another appointment for Monday." Pat stood up and smoothed out the dress, "Do you want your dress back?" He asked. "I bought that dress for you." She smiled. "You can use the garment bag to bring it home with you." Liza jotted down some notes on a piece of paper and stuck it in her patient's bra as Pat was pulling the dress over his head. "You read that note when you get home." Pat placed the dress back on the hanger and put it in the bag and zipped it up. He then proceeded to put his clothes back on over the lingerie. After getting dressed Liza escorted him to the lobby where she greeted her next patient. Liza called out, "Ellen you can come in now." As Pat walked across the waiting room he saw a slender woman wearing glasses and a hat get up walk past him. Chapter 4 Patrick sat at home sipping some wine. He relaxed in the lingerie and dress that Liza gave him. This time he added a pair of red four inch heels, which he had bought from the cross-dressing boutique some time ago. They were the only place in town that stocked his size. He thought about the note, which Liza stuffed, into his bra earlier in the day. She instructed him to purchase a new outfit, wig, and shoes for his next appointment. He finished his glass and poured another thinking of the past again. Thinking about Liza... Patrick had just practiced on his clarinet. He was turning out the lights to the band rehearsal room when Liza had come up behind him. "Hi Patrick, you have to follow me." She grabbed his hand as usual and led Pat into the theatre. Her smile beamed. He knew Liza had something up her sleeve. "Where are you taking me now?" "Not far, that's a promise." She giggled. They reached a room that read costume department. The door had been left unlocked. Liza escorted Pat inside the oversized closet. He looked around and saw rows of clothes, which he figured were used in school plays. Liza stood in the middle of the room. "Isn't this fabulous, it's like being locked in a toy store." She held her arms up and spun around to admire the array of colorful costumes. Although he too was curious about what he could find, he was equally nervous. "Liza we don't belong in here. Come on let's go." "Don't be silly Patrick. No one is going to find us. I just happen to be doing the choir director a favor and organizing the room." Liza walked over to a table in the corner. She had been busy organizing. On the table she had put together some outfits. Pat strolled over to get a better look at what he suspected Liza was planning all along. "Patrick, I want us to dress up together. I think your going to like what I picked out for us to wear." Liza grabbed a pile of clothes and handed them to Pat. While she took her pile and entered into a curtained area. He looked back at the door and thought about making a run. He imagined this turning into his having to run through the country club at night in the garments he held in his arms. This relationship was too stressful. He waited for Liza to emerge from the changing room. When she drew back the curtain she was wearing an all too familiar outfit. Dressed in green slippers, tan tights, green tunic, and green felt hat with the feather sticking out. Her hair was tucked up. At first a character named Peter popped into his mind. When Liza produced a bow, Robin Hood became his next guess. "Well what do you think?" She asked while turning around in a circle. "You look good." "All right now it is your turn and I think I'll have to help you out." Patrick did not seem as modest; he undressed and began to change into the articles of clothes Liza handed him. First came beige tights, followed by ruffled white knickers. Next she held out a skirt of white soft petticoats, several layers thick drawn up his smooth legs. When she held out the gown for him to slip over his head, Pat felt a loss of breath. Liza pulled the dress down and straightened the skirt over the petticoats. She then adjusted the sleeves and zipped up the back and fastened the collar buttons. He turned towards a mirror to admire the dark green and black gown. The skirt was green satin with a black lace over it. The bodice was black velvet, with the same green satin and black lace for sleeves. The lace went up to his neck. He took his eyes off of his reflection just in time to see Liza lower a long brunette wig onto his head. Pulling it into its final resting place. Liza took his hand and stood with him in front of the mirror. "Well, my Maid Marion you look stunning." Stunning was just the tip of the iceberg. Now he yearned for the full effect. "Liza is there any make up?" She produced some from her purse. Liza was screaming in her head she was very excited that he asked for make up. Patrick stared into the mirror as Liza applied the basics a little face powder, green eyeshadow, black eyeliner, a touch of mascara, and red lipstick. Last but not least she provided a pair of black high heels to complete the transformation. Liza stood in front of her creation and stood on her toes to reach his lips. Pat was really stirring under his skirts. This was the first kiss from a girl and here he was dressed as the girl. He felt very uncomfortable for this being a very arousing moment. Liza sensed his being hesitant. "Now for a little fun." Liza pushed her Maid Marion out of the costume room and she closed the door behind her. Pat frantically reached for the doorknob and found that the door was locked. Liza was holding a key in her hand. "You want in you have to catch me!" Liza squealed as she began to take steps backward. "Please this isn't funny anymore, Open the door." Pat pleaded. "Like I said only if you catch me!" She then turned and ran out towards the backstage of the auditorium. Pat started to give pursuit. Liza turned and saw how he had to hold up his skirt and petticoats. That just turned her on all the more. The heels were hampering his chase, but he was persistent in getting the key away from Liza. She made her way to some curtains and slipped between an opening. Pat followed only to realize that his girlfriend took the chase into the open auditorium. "Liza you're going to get us in trouble!" Liza laughed, "Only if you keep yelling Marion!" She jumped down off the stage and ran up the aisle to the double door exit. Pat stood on the foot of the Stage and froze as Liza fled out of the room. Pat thought she had to be kidding. No way was Liza going to lead him out dressed as Maid Marion. He waited for a few minutes and then began to worry. "Yoo-Hoo, Maid Marion." Liza waved holding the key. Patrick looked up towards the balcony, "Please, I'm begging you. Come down and give me the key. Please." "No! You come up here and get it from me." She smiled, "I promise I'll wait right here." Frowning at his humiliation, Pat walked to the stairs from the stage and lifted his skirt as he carefully descended the steps. He made his way up the aisle to the doors. The sound of his petticoats and the satin rustling echoed through the auditorium. At the doors he looked into the empty lobby, then he proceeded out to the stairs to go up to the balcony. Entering into the balcony, Liza stood in a corner with her hands on her hips. The key dangling from a string around her neck. Pat made his way towards her and just as he made it to the front row, Liza grabbed his arm and pulled him down to the floor. She planted a kiss on his lips. "I think I'm falling in love with you Maid Marion." She whispered. Pat felt a little awkward as Liza's hand gripped his ankle and slid up pushing the skirts above his waist. He looked into her eyes and drowned in the sincerity of the moment. Parting his lips Pat moved to meet her mouth and returned the kiss. They both lay on the ground between a concrete wall and the first row of seats. Holding, kissing, and caressing were there only actions for over an hour. Every touch to Pat's body was accentuated by the costume he had on. This was the third time Liza had gotten him dressed up and Pat began to wonder if he ever wanted her to stop. "Liza why do you like to dress me up in girls clothes?" "I can't explain it, it just turns me on." She replied. "Do you think we will be able to go out without me being in a dress?" Liza took a moment, "I don't know, my parents are pretty strict on me dating boys." The two realized that it was getting late. They had to still change. Pat and Liza made there way out of the balcony and down the stairs to the main lobby of the auditorium. The reached the last step when a custodian came around the corner. "What are you girls doing here?" He asked. Pat felt his blood go from his head down to his feet. He turned to Liza who seemed just as surprised. "Are you supposed to be here?" The janitor asked. Liza cleared her throat, "Well Yeah, I have a key." She held up the key. "Marion and I were rehearsing for the school play." The janitor nodded, "Oh yeah, I guess that would explain the getups." Liza then informed him, "We were just about to get changed and lock up." "Okay then you two have a good evening." The custodian proceeded to make his rounds as Liza and Pat walked back into the auditorium. "That was close!" Pat sighed. "Close nothing, he thought you were a girl." Liza laughed. While changing Liza was being very quiet. Patrick was wondering what she was thinking. A smile on her face seemed to indicate something was going through her head. This meant possible trouble for Pat... He had just finished the rest of his wine when he stood up in his feminized dizzy state. He slowly stepped into his bedroom and collapsed onto his bed. Feeling really horny and wanting to do something about it, Pat pulled up his dress and began to rub his crotch through the red panties. Closing his eyes he imagined being on a street corner, wearing a short black spandex mini skirt dress, with his black thigh high stockings, and black high heels. As the pleasure grew a pink short jacket made of a shag material was added. The coat was a short and fell just at his waist. After all he was a hooker, and had an hourglass figure that would turn heads. He was too good looking to be a man anymore. Her hair very loud style, blonde, swooped back, with long bangs. Make up which screamed SLUT! She paced back and forth up the dark street waiting for a John to pull up. Patricia was very good and had been doing it for a long time. Someone like her doesn't stand in the roadway long. Headlights appeared and the car pulled up. A man leaned over to the passenger window. "How much do charge sweetheart?" He asked. Patricia snapped her gum, "Well that depends on what you want honey?" "I'm interested in a knobber." "Well for that I usually get seventy-five dollars." She smiled The man thought for a moment. "All right, Get in." Patricia opened the door and looked around the car. A girl can't be too careful after all the streets can be pretty mean at times. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and he looked nice enough. Definitely a clean cut suburban man. She sat down and pulled in her long lovely legs. The John couldn't take his eyes off of them. She smiled, "They always love my legs." "Why don't you drive over to the river, I know a nice spot we can handle our business transaction." The man pulled away from the curb and headed in the intended direction. Patricia pointed out a turn off and the car turned onto a dirt access road. They drove about 1000 feet until they came to a concrete barrier. The area was somewhat secluded and dark. "I believe that will be seventy-five dollars sweetie." She asked holding out her hand. The gentleman dug into his pocket and pulled out a roll of cash. He pulled out three twenties, a ten, and a five. "Here you go." She took the money and rolled it up and slipped it between her breasts. Tucking the money into a pocket she had in her bra. Patricia took out her gum and wrapped in some tissue, placing the refuse into the ashtray. She removed her jacket. Showing off her long red talons. Sort of a sign to the client that if he were to try anything her fingernails were a weapon that could do damage. "Okay dear, why don't you unbuckle your pants and pull them down." The eagerness showed as the pants were off in seconds along with his boxer shorts. His throbbing organ stood at attention. Pat wrapped her pretty manicured fingers around the shaft and then leaned forward placing the tip of the cock inside her mouth. Stroking with one hand and swirling her tongue around the head, she knew what she was doing. The faster he gets off the sooner she is on the streets making more money. Pumping faster at the base, the lady of the night began to deep throat, sucking and licking. The customer began to breath heavier. It was only a matter of moments as Patricia felt the muscle tense up and release the first spurt of cum. Swallowing was easy, she loved the taste. The load that followed filled her mouth, now her taste buds could taste the bitterness. Finishing him off making sure his cum was all sucked out. She sat up to see if her client was satisfied. Only the John turned out to be Liza! "You are quite a cock-sucker aren't you?" Commented Liza. Startled Pat jumped up from the bed and took a breath. "It was only a dream, Thank goodness." However Pat soon discovered that it was more than just a dream. His soaked panties indicated a creamy discharge. He took his fingers and touched the oozing semen. Looking at the sticky goo, he brought it to his lips and tasted the somewhat salty cum. Reaching down his fingers scooped up another serving. It's not so bad he thought to himself. Chapter Five Holding tightly onto his bag, Pat sat anxiously awaiting for his appointment with Liza. The contents of his bag containing all the items Liza wanted him to bring to this session. The secretary smiled at him as if she was able to see through the bag to the feminine apparel inside. She made him a little uneasy; maybe her intention was just to be friendly. The door to the offices opened and Liza stepped into the lobby to bring Pat back into her office. Once the door was closed, Liza had insisted that Pat undress and change into the contents in the bag. Liza took a seat in her chair and watched as her patient changed out of his male clothes. Being prepared he had on underneath a black spandex bra, matching panties, and black tights. In the bag he pulled out a black pull over dress with a scoop neck, a pair of black pumps with four inches on the heels and an auburn colored wig, long in length, wavy in style. Once changed into the complete outfit, Pat took a seat on the couch. Liza smiled, "So how did your shopping excursion go? I see you picked out some very nice things." "I had a good time. I always enjoy buying new clothes." Pat reached down and pulled at his tights to straighten out some wrinkles by his knees. "All you need is some make up and a few accessories and I think you would be able to pass. Would you like me to put some make up on you?" Without hesitation Pat nodded. Liza grabbed a bag from her drawer and took a seat next to Pat on the couch and removed his wig to begin the job. As Liza dabbed on some cream foundation, Pat realized that this was all too familiar... ...It was afterschool on a Friday. Liza sat outside with Pat. She had an idea to share with him. "Let me get this straight Liza. You want me to come home with you now. Your mother is allowing you to have a guest sleep over, she thinks it is a girlfriend." Liza smiled, "Come on it will be so much fun, I swear she will never know after I get done with you." Pat thought about her idea. A night with Liza, dressed like a girl, sleeping in the same room. It could be a dream come true. "You promise we won't get in trouble?" "I swear it!" Liza clapped, "I am so excited." Liza escorted Pat into her home; both parents were not home from work. There was no time to waste so Liza brought Pat up the stairs to her bedroom. There they began preparations for Pat to become Patricia. After removing his clothes, Liza decided that something had to be done about the little hair on Pat's legs. She drew a bath and filled the tub with some oils and scents, which were without a doubt very feminine smelling. Pat went into the tub and stepped into the warm water. Liza handed him a pick razor and a can of Skintimique shaving cream in a lavender scent. After about a half hour of soaking and hair removal, Pat's skin absorbed the smells of the products applied to his bath. Never had his legs felt so silky smooth. Liza had a big pink towel waiting for him to dry off in. Liza wrapped the towel around his chest fashioning it like a woman would. This made Pat blush, as he felt aroused just from idea that this was very feminizing. While Pat had been soaking, Liza took it upon herself to lie out the clothing for her girlfriend to wear. He noticed his clothes were nowhere in site. She had probably put them away, out of site to avoid any possible suspicion if they were to be found. "Well Patricia, are you ready to dress up?" Liza asked. Pat turned a brighter shade of red, as Liza grabbed a pair of cotton pink panties and held them out for him to take. Grabbing the underwear, he held them open to step into. He then pulled them into place. The underwear fit quite snug. Which helped press down his package. Next Liza helped him into one of her white bras, a nice flower lace cup with some padding. Liza slipped some extra breast pads into the cups. The illusion of breasts looked just about right. Next came a pair of suntan pantyhose, the nylon thong drawn up his now very smooth legs really sent his manhood into a throbbing sensation. Some white ankle socks and black patent leather Mary Jane style shoes completed the feet. The white blouse and blue pleated skirt reminded him of the school uniforms the girls had to wear at the Catholic school in the neighborhood. Liza did some work on his eyebrows, just a pluck here and there. The came the application of the foundation make-up and powder, a little touch of blush and a hint of lip gloss. She wanted the illusion of a Catholic School Girl. "I thought I was supposed to be from our school, Why the St. Mary's uniform?" Liza laughed, "Well you see, I also have a few other girlfriends coming over tonight. You know, a slumber party. I told them my cousin from St. Mary's was going to be here. Because they would know you were not from our school." "What about your parents! They will know I am not your cousin!" "Funny you should mention that, I told my parents you were a friend of one of my other girlfriends." A voice called out, "I'm home Liza!" Her mom had arrived early, Liza ran to her closet and pulled out a wig she borrowed from the schools theatre department. She quickly put it on and set it into place. The long brown haired wig was straight and was easy to put up into a ponytail. With the aid of a blue scrunchy Liza gathered up Patricia's hair and completed the task before her mom walked into the room. Pat's heart was beating a mile a minute, and Liza seemed to be much calmer. "Well Hello, who do we have here is this Jennifer's friend from St Mary's?" Liza's mom was all smiles. "Mom, this is Patricia, Patricia this is my Mom." Pat waved, a softly spoke, "Hello Ma'm" "Ma'm, Please call me Carol. As a guest of my daughter you make yourself comfortable. I am going to go change honey, your father and I are going out tonight." Carol walked out of the room closing the door behind her. Pat turned toward Liza, "This is nuts! I have to go I can't get away with this." Liza grabbed his arm and turned him toward her vanity mirror. "Look at you! My mother saw what you see before you. She was not even suspicious." Pat looked and saw a School Girl. "Well your mom was in a hurry. Your friends will be with me all night. So please get me my clothes and I'll go home." "I thought you might change your mind, so I took the liberty of putting your clothes in my trunk. The trunk is locked. I hid the key!" Pat sat down on the bed. There was no golf course to help shield him, if he tried to make it home, it was all residential and even a few business streets. He had no choice; with Liz's mom home he could not make a scene. With the sound of the doorbell, Pat sensed that the other girls were beginning to arrive... Dr. Liza held up a compact mirror to her patient's made-up face. Once again she transformed his aged male face into a smooth feminine reflection. "I can't believe it, it has been a long time since someone has made up my face." "How does it feel to be all made up? Does it feel the same as just wearing the clothes?" "No it gives me a sense of completion. I feel whole!" Pat began to feel very emotional. Liza could see some tears begin to well up. She handed Pat a tissue. "I never thought I'd here myself say that. Being dressed as a woman makes me feel like a better person. I even sometimes have dreamed of doing more womanly activities." "Would you care to give an example?" "I have dreamed of giving oral sex to men in dreams, in one dream I was prostitute giving head to a man. After he came I looked up to find that it was you." Liza grinned, "Really, you gave me a blowjob? Well let me ask you this do you think you could ever do it with a man?" "I don't know." Pat sat back and looked down at his dress. He began to smooth it out. "I tasted my cum after I had a wet dream, and I found that I liked it. But when I think about what I have done, I feel a bit repulsed." "I have a suggestion, why don't you bring your legs up on the couch and lie back. I want you to relax." Pat did as she suggested, and made himself comfortable. "I want you to just clear your mind and think about nothing. Just relax..." "...relax Patricia, I'll go answer the door. Just keep speaking the way you did with my mother and you'll be fine." Liza left her room to go greet her friends; Pat followed her to the top of the stairs and waited as she opened her parent's house up to three more girlfriends. Jennifer, Mindy, and Karen. Pat recognized the girls from school. Each girl had an overnight bag and pillows. They walked up the stairs and were introduced to Patricia. After they all got acquainted, Liza brought the four guests downstairs into the den where the television was tuned to MTV and they munched on cheesepuffs. Pat kept quiet for the most part. While he listened to Liza and the others talk about school gossip. Never before had he heard such interesting tales of insider information, on who were an item and who was caught smoking in the girl's bathroom. These girls were talking about people he knew. "So Patricia, anything juicy happen at St. Mary's?" asked Mindy. Liza smiled, as she watched Patricia Squirm to come up with a response. "Well, I'm not much to gossip," Pat softly spoke. "But I once walked into the washroom and caught two students kissing." "Really!" Exclaimed Karen. "A couple of lesbians at a Catholic girls school!" Jennifer responded. "Please tell us what happened?" Liza asked. Pat had the girls eating out of his hand; he couldn't believe how fast the lies rolled off of his tongue. "Well the girls were so shocked to see that I caught them that they ran out of the bathroom. Whenever I would see one of them in the hall they would blush with embarrassment. Another time we caught boys from St Anthony's sneaking into the girl's locker room. We made them dress up in our school uniforms and marched them around the school for all the other girls to see." Liza liked that story most of all. The rest of the slumber party was filled with eating pizza, manicures, and pedicures. Pat now had his toe and fingernails polished in a nice hot pink. Then it was time to change into there sleeping attire. As each of the girls changed in front of one another, a sinking feeling of doom came over Pat. Even the other girls noticed something was wrong. Liza face was lit up with excitement, as she knew Pat was scared out of his mind, as well as turned on by the naked flesh of her cohorts as they changed into nighties. "Patricia, I have a nightie you can borrow, I placed it in the washroom and just forgot to bring it in. Why don't you go get it?" "Thank you Liza," Pat walked out and breathed a sigh of relief as he was given an out to go change in privacy. Pat went into the washroom and sure enough he found a change of clothes. But to his dismay it was a pink babydoll nightie, a pair of pink panties with rows of white ruffles. As he reluctantly changed the nightie barely covered his crotch which was straining against the pink panties he kept on underneath to hide his bulge. He turned out the light to the washroom and made his way to his sleeping area and got underneath the covers. The other girls were already in there bedrolls. "Okay who wants to play Truth or Dare?" One of the girls suggested. They all laughed, great idea. Pat sighed to himself, what secrets could these girls keep from each other. After all they revealed just about everything earlier. Liza sat up, "My house I get to go first. Okay Karen, Truth or Dare... Have you ever been French kissed and by who?" "Truth! I kissed John Gibson with tongue." "Really Josh Gibson! When?" Asked Mindy. "Recently... My turn Mindy, Truth or Dare... Have you ever masturbated?" The girls laughed. "Truth, Yes!" She blushed. Before the others could say anything Mindy blurted out to Jennifer, "Truth or Dare Jennifer... Have you had sex with Billy Newman?" "C-mon that's a rumor!" Exclaimed Liza. "Well Jen Truth or Dare?" Mindy asked. Jennifer thought about it, "I'll take a dare." The girls went downstairs and into the kitchen. Her dare was to eat a clove of garlic. Jennifer peeled back the skin and popped the garlic in her mouth. She chewed it slowly, hating the harsh taste. Liza handed her a glass of water to wash it down. Jennifer thanked Liza. "I have to brush my teeth this garlic is just too much. I forfeit my turn." Liza turned to Patricia, "Well it is your turn then Patricia." "Oh I don't know what to ask." "Too bad you forfeit, I guess it is my turn again, Patricia, Truth or Dare... Have you ever given a blowjob?" Pat was shocked. What kind of question was that? "No, Never!" He exclaimed in a harsher voice. Liza was stunned as she saw her friends look very puzzled at the girl who sounded very masculine for a second. Jennifer walked back into the kitchen and into the silence. "What's going on someone take a dare?" Karen came up from behind Patricia, "Truth or Dare Liza, is Patricia really a girl?" Liza laughed, "Truth." Pat knew she would help cover things up. "Patricia is my cousin girls, that's no way to treat a guest." "Yes, but you didn't answer my question?" Pat stood nervous but stepped forward, pulling off his wig. The girls let out a gasp. Liza frowned in disappointment. "It's not her fault." Liza took her arm and put it around Pat. "You see my aunt has always wanted a girl and she raised Pat here to be one." The others couldn't believe what they were hearing; it was like watching an episode of Jerry Springer. Luckily the girls all comforted him... "...Times up Pat, we will have to continue where we left off next week." Pat stood up and grabbed his purse and took a couple of appointment cards from Dr. Liza. He was shown the door and brought out to the lobby where Liza called her next patient. Another woman named Stephanie walked in. Pat got into his car and started the engine. He looked in his mirror to back out and realized that he was still dressed. Then he remembered that before next week's appointment he had to set up an appointment at Transformations by Rori. He had to look perfect for the next session. He felt extremely relaxed and not at all nervous. On the drive home he felt feminine and he looked like a woman. Once in his apartment Pat began to feel a little dizzy. How the hell did he get home and what were his wallet and things doing inside a purse, which he never owned. Liza must have gotten into his mind. She must have hypnotized him. Especially for him to still be dressed as he was in her office. Look for Part Six. Soon.