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Hair Restorer 2 By Rachel Ann Cooper (c) 2001 All rights reserved. As I approached Ellen for our meeting with Dr. Montero, I noticed that the walk over the winding path to the quad was a lovely and serene setting. The trees and shrubs were nicely trimmed; blooming flowers lined the path on either side. The ducks in the pond were quietly talking and swimming, going about their business of finding food. Ivy covered one wall of he science building. All seemed right with the world. "O.D., is that really YOU," Ellen inquired with a quite incredulous look on her face as I approached her? "You've found me out Ellen," I snickered. "OH MY GAWD! You ARE beautiful honey. You have definitely been wasting your time as a boy. That black sheath and those red pumps with bag and belt look smashing on you. Where did you get that figure?" "Thank you. Apparently it was a gift from Doctor Montero. I'm ashamed to tell you how wonderful it feels to walk around like this and watch heads turn. I never realized how powerful women were." "Yes, well, we don't spend much time talking about that particular aspect of being female. It's kind of a trade secret. We need to get up there and show her the product of her Frankenstein technology, don't we?" "I really don't want to upset her Ellen. I'm grateful for all she's done for me. My hair is gorgeous now." "Well yes, as is ALL of you, but grateful for turning you into a girl?" "Don't YOU enjoy being a girl?" "Well of COURSE but... that's not the point, is it?" "I know. But just think of all those souls who were born in a male body, who just HATE it and WANT to be girls. Think of all those people she could help with this process. And if I'm as pretty as you say, wouldn't they be ever so grateful?" "'T' people? Transsexuals? Sure, I suppose so but you were a GUY'S guy O.D. You were 5'10" and 165 pounds of pretty hunky dude. Now look at you, 5'6" and maybe 125 pounds of sexy girl and I'm going to have to find a new boyfriend. And the way you got like this probably has as much to do with your Mom's genes as anything, so it isn't going to produce any beauty queens from homely parents." "You're not angry with ME are you?" "How could I be angry with such a sweet, beautiful girl? Come on. We need to get you a treatment and see what the Doctor has to say for herself." Her teaching assistant was in the outer office. "May I help you girls?" "Yes," replied Ellen. "O.D. is here for a treatment." "OWEN DAVIS? Oh MY! She's really gone and done it this time, hasn't she? I thought I recognized the signs. Just have a seat, girls. I'll tell her you're here." "Apparently I'm not the first, Ellen." "Yes, it would seem the good doctor has been holding out on me. I thought she had been pretty forthcoming up until you did this 180 degree thing." A few minutes later Dr. Montero came out and stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh for heaven's sake Corrine. You were right. She's beautiful. Come in ladies. Nice to see you Ellen." "Nice to see you too, Doctor." I just couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the wry smile on her face. After the door was closed behind us: "You realize you've completely obliterated my boyfriend Doctor?" "So it would seem, but I didn't know you were romantically involved. You are absolutely gorgeous O.D. I'll bet your Mom's a knockout." "Yes, she is, considering she's 40. She was a real doll at my age." "Why, doctor?" asked Ellen, "Just tell me WHY?" "Why climb a mountain Ellen? Because it's there, right? Besides, I had to do my first proof on the control." "The control? First?" "You have met Corrine, my student assistant?" "Of course," replied O.D. "Very pretty and feminine." "She's the control." "You mean..." "Exactly. There was no way I could publish this without proof that it wasn't a fluke. Now we are fairly sure it wasn't. We can produce the same result and probably every time. Once more should do it." "Who was she?" I asked. "Calvin Jacobs, son of industrialist Maurice Jacobs." "With all his money there was no other way to save his hair... her hair?" "Not even with all his money. His scalp kept rejecting the implants even though that is very rare. Money can't buy love but a sex change can as well as produce a decent head of hair." "Very droll, Doctor." replied Ellen, "So, what's next?" "Two treatments and she's done but I need to draw some blood today." "Blood?" "To see if the matrix did what it was supposed to do. Please O.D. have a seat in the chair and let's begin." "Whoa Doctor. The MATRIX? What's that all about?" asked Ellen. "Well, Ellen, I couldn't very well give her the body of a woman and not the mind as well, now could I? The helmet was adapted with bone contact speakers. She's been getting total femininity programming every time in the chair from day one, as well as DNA re-sequencing." "So, that's why she said she felt as though Owen was slipping away more each time she got out of the chair. It was TRUE!" observed Ellen. "I had to be sure we didn't thrust a misfit into society Ellen. That wouldn't be fair to anyone. Besides, her mother is pleased as Punch." "You've talked with my mother?" I asked, incredulous. "She called ME and we had a nice talk about the time of your 4th treatment. It was obvious to her that something was going on. She always was disappointed she hadn't had another child, a daughter. Now she'll have one the rest of her life." "Well, that certainly explains a lot. She's been so non-plus about this whole thing." replied O.D., "It's not every day a boy turns into a girl and his Mom doesn't flinch." My dress was sleeveless so it was easy for Dr. Montero to draw the blood, which she sent to the lab at once via Corrine, which gave me an excuse to talk to my new 'sister'. "Corrine, may I ask you something personal?" "Sure hon, what?" "Do you still have..." "Heaven's NO! I'm all girl now." "All?" "Well, no, but as close as you can get. I can't conceive, but only a gynecologist can tell." I got an immediate erection, limp and small as that was, with that answer. I could be complete. I could date, even marry. I blushed at what I was thinking and a little shiver ran through me. Sex with a man. Deep, satisfying, multiple orgasmic sex. Wow! My imagination ran away for a moment as I crossed my legs revealing the tops of my lacy thigh highs. And absolutely nothing but a little twitch in my panties. Was I going to be a naughty girl? "That test will be back in about 20 minutes. They have the machine down in the bio lab. It's right under us. Can you both stay?" "Yes," I answered. "Neither of us has class until 1 o'clock." "Good. Let's get on with finishing what we started O.D. Don't you think you'd better think of a more appropriate name?" "Mom and I have been talking about it but Daddy just walks out of the room. We are leaning toward Elizabeth Marie." "How sweet," said Ellen. "Liz, Liza, or Beth. What's your pleasure sugar?" "I think Liza. It goes better with Davis." "Done. Well, almost done. Let's give you your treatment." She adjusted the helmet over my head, sent the controls and then I fell asleep. After I was done for the day, I felt great! Again I tingled all over. Every molecule was vibrating. My bra felt tight and my dress hugged my body like glue. I got turned on just looking at my stocking clad legs and my luscious pumps. I thought my legs felt heavier and if that were true, they'd be FABULOUS. It was going to be so much fun being Elizabeth, all I could do was grin from ear to ear. "I need to use the ladies room." "Out the door and to the right girls. We should have the blood test back shortly." Ellen and I went together, of course. After we pee'd, we refreshed our lipstick and fluffed our hair. "Ellen, will you unzip me?" "Why honey?" "I need to adjust my boobs." "Oh?" "Yes, and that was my reaction too. This bra's too small and the dress fits like a second skin. It didn't this morning. I've run out of both hip and boob room." As I dropped the top of my dress we saw them. 'B's don't do well in an 'A' cup. I was right. My body had shifted even while I was getting the treatment, one of the last to seal my fate. No wonder the tingle was so strong and I imagined what the last treatment would do. My cellular structure must have been doubling every couple minutes in my female zones. She zipped me up and we went back to the office. The test had come back. "I think you ladies will be very interested in this. Liza, you are now officially intersexed with a chromosome count of XXXy. If you are like Corrine, your trailing 'Xy' will disappear next time and leave you pure XX. Isn't it wonderful?" "Wondrous for sure. I don't know about wonderful Doctor. Was it your intent to turn Liza into a girl from the beginning?" inquired Ellen a little testily. "Not him in particular and not really, but I knew the potential for it happening. Owens' body could have rejected everything or he could have called it quits. That's why I had his parents sign off on it. If it weren't O.D., then it would have been someone else later on. Judging from the frame and facial changes, I was rather sure that Liza's chromosomes had shifted toward her mother's gene pool but once that began happening, there was no going back. I had to continue or she would have been damaged, in limbo between boy and girl. Not a pleasant place to be as thousands would tell you. It will all be finished on Friday. Wear something pretty again Liza. I want to take a picture of you and Corrine together and thank you both for your contribution to science." I rose to my full adult height in 3" heels, now 5'9" and adjusted my skirt. Ellen and I left for a quick lunch. I somehow derived greater pleasure in the click of my heels on the tile as we approached the elevator. It felt a little strange that I should be feeling so good about myself but I was beyond caring if my masculinity or maleness was gone. I would have the right to wear high heels as long as I was physically able, maybe another 50 years or more. Mom was right to get me all these wonderful feminine things. I was going to be a woman just like her for the rest of my life. A shiver ran through me again. I shuddered visibly. "Is something wrong Liza?" asked Ellen as she hugged me. "No," I answered, tears welling up in my eyes. "No, something is RIGHT. I'm really so thrilled my body won't contain it all so I'm overflowing a little." "I think you've renewed my enthusiasm for being female Liza. If you grew up this way, you might not appreciate it so much but we ARE really lucky, aren't we? As a convert, you really know." "Yes, 'we' are." "Liza, what size is your Mom?" "I think she's a twelve now. She was my size at my age." "No, I meant..." "Oh, 34D." "Oh MY!" "You mean I'm going to..." "Grow? I'd bet on it, yes. You might as well buy a couple 'C' cups next time you sexy bitch." "Oh, I LIKE that. Sexy bitch. Yes!" After two more classes I got into my little car and drove home and overflowed again while stopped for a light. Day after tomorrow... Elizabeth Marie forever! I got a twitch in my twinkie. "Hi honey. How did it go?" Mom inquired. "Wonderful Mom. My chromosomes are almost female now and I need some new bras. We decided on my name. I want to be Elizabeth Marie like we discussed." "Welcome home daughter. Since you're my only child, I never thought I'd get the chance to spoil a daughter. I'm so happy I could cry." "Me too mother." And we did as we hugged. And our mascara ran shamelessly. "How are we going to break this to Daddy?" "Gently honey. Very gently. Since he stuck his head in the sand three weeks ago, he's refused to entertain the truth, but now he must. I want you to be your prettiest for him when he gets home from work today, all right? We don't have much time." "Of course Mom." That was only a little over an hour away so I went upstairs to my bedroom and stripped. I put my hair up in a twist and started on my makeup, doing it for maximum impact but within good taste. Not too much eyeliner or shadow, just enough. Didn't want to look theatrical. I lined my lips and renewed the base and shine coats, added a pair of pearl dangles and a pearl choker and then put on my black sheath again and my 4" patent spikes this time. I looked smashing. How could he not love this girl? When Daddy got home, I was seated on the couch with my legs crossed demurely and dangling a shoe from a sheer stockinged foot. From my experience as a male, I knew the shoe dangle was sexy. As he entered the living room, I got up, walked over to him and, standing on tiptoe, planted a kiss on his cheek. He turned four shades of red before he took me by the shoulders, holding me at arms length. "You are the image of your mother at her age. You are simply beautiful." "Thank you Daddy. Are you so very disappointed?" "I thought I was, but now, seeing you like this, I can't be disappointed. Your mother was right. I've been a fool not to see it. You are bright, beautiful and I love you no matter how this happened. I take it this is permanent?" "As of Friday my chromosomes should be entirely female Daddy even though I'll need a tiny bit of plastic work." "In your..." "Yes Daddy. In my panties. It's called a vaginoplasty." "Thank you for making such a beautiful daughter for us Marie." "It was my pleasure Brett but it was really her desire to preserve her hair that started this whole cascade of events. I didn't really do anything except have a little t?te-?-t?te with the doctor. We do have so much fun shopping together but she'll only be here a few more years and then some nice young man is going to steal her away, isn't that right Liza?" "Oh, I HOPE so mother!" It just hit me that I had expressed girlish glee at the thought of a man in my life. I liked that. "For Pete's sake Marie, she hasn't been a girl a month and already you have her married with children!" "I just want you two to enjoy our time together Bret. We have a couple years at least." For my next meeting with the good doctor, I wore my black sleeveless sheath with self belt, pearl drop earrings, pearl 3 strand choker and pearl bracelet. I maxed out the makeup a bit so as not to wash out in the pictures with Corrine. The smoke gray hose went well with my patent pumps and bag. I felt like a real lady and held my head up high as I passed all those upperclassmen whom I caught ogling me. Again Ellen met me on the way, as there was NO way she was going to miss this, the final treatment that would lock me into this life forever. I was tingling with anticipation both to see if I'd one upped Corrine and to complete my hair restoration. "My father says I look just like my Mom at this age. Is that possible Doctor? How could that be?" "It appears it is time for true confessions ladies. The fact of the matter is that I have incorporated your mother's DNA into the matrix. She contributed it when she had a cup of tea with me. Essentially, you pretty much ARE your mother revisited with certain notable exceptions. Your education remains yours but your DNA sequencing is now hers. You two will no doubt be very close, as your thinking processes are so much alike now." "You mean, like they say in those sit-coms, I'm turning into my mother?" "In many ways, yes. It really shouldn't be a problem for any of you, as it all seems to have worked out nicely. Your mother seems to be a lovely person. Now, tell me Liza, would you be so happy with your hair and new life that you might be willing to help me with my final challenge?" "Could you be a little more specific Doctor, before I commit myself?" answered Liza. "Of course. I very much need that one more subject to round out this paper and to present the advancements that you have made possible. Might there be someone you know who would benefit from our hair therapy?" "Do you remember that boy I said sat beside me and wanted to date me?" "Yes, I believe so," replied the Doctor. "Well, his name is Conrad Webster. He is a sophomore and he is from my high school. I actually know him and have spent some time with him. I'd never date him though. He is only 5'6" tall even though he is cute. His problem seems to be that his widow's peak is quite pronounced and getting worse even though he is barely 19. He combs it over into bangs but it's obvious that he's got a serious problem." "What is his family like?" asked the Doctor. "He has two older married brothers and a younger sister by a year. She would probably love to have a sister." "Excellent Liza. Now, can you arrange to put us together? And also, might this young man have any quirks that may work to our advantage?" "Well, I don't think getting him to want his hair fixed is going to be a problem and yes, he does have one quirk that I know of. He has always been fixated on gumdrops. He absolutely loves gumdrops. I've never seen him without some. Does that help?" "Just what the doctor ordered Liza. We can use that. Let me explain. I had you take certain chemicals that arrested your boy hormones and others that advanced your female ones, as well as several that worked only on the project of tilting your mind in the right directions to go along with the programming. Well, we can now do it all with gumdrops. I'll get some ready. Also, we are going to proceed at a pace that will astound you. I've made great strides in the matrix, the helmet and the delivery of chemicals. Haven't gotten much sleep lately but what the heck." "So," replied Liza, "you want me to get Conrad to agree to come see you and you will of course convince him this is in his best interest and pretty soon..." "Not pretty soon dear. If this works as I think it will, we will make significant progress the very first day and every day. Gone are the mini treatments, the baby steps. Conrad will be in the chair an hour the very first day and will go away with the nodules in his chest blossoming, his hip bones back in growth mode and mental tweaks he wouldn't have imagined possible." Liza asked, "How is that possible Doctor?" "All I can say, without turning up missing, is that one of the agencies responsible for the grant money paid me a little visit and shared some technology. All I had to do was adapt it. If it works like they say, this is going to be amazing." "And what if Conrad doesn't want to become a girl to save his hair Doctor?" inquired Ellen. "I don't mean to demean your question Ellen but that is now just too silly. He will adore every second of it and the beautiful hair also. He will become as willing as you were. Once he sits in the chair, it will be a done deal. Liza, I will need you to squire our soon to be Ms. Webster down to the mall for shopping somewhere, every night for the first week. That's all it should take." "How, doctor?" I must admit Ellen and I were both wide eyed at this. "Liza, I've perfected, with a little help, a method of turning on the cellular engine that grew us in the first place and to the extent that instead of taking months and years, it will only take hours and days to achieve our goals. Cells build exponentially anyway but this process should be like putting a couple diesel locomotive engines behind them. I expect Conrad to have a full, lush head of hair in only a week. Of course, he will also be 98% female, but one must make little sacrifices, eh? Just think, we'll be able to repair tissue damage, bullet holes, regrow a finger, and knit a bone in record time. The elderly will no longer need to fear a hip fracture. It will be miraculous for medicine." "But why me?" asked Liza. "Well, why NOT you dear? You know her/him and you've been through this. All you need do is guide and encourage. Conrad will be driven to seek out all that is feminine and lovely to fulfill himself. I will pay all the expenses including some things for you as well. Here, just use this credit card wherever you shop." "But, this is a government credit card Doctor! It says D.O.D. on it." "Do you really mind if your Uncle Sam buys you a few nice things with your tax money?" "Well, when you put it that way, how could a girl refuse? Thanks." So, I put it in my purse. "Now, where can you contact this Conrad?" "He's in my statistics lecture. I'll see him at one o'clock." "All right Liza. It's Friday. You'll have today and the weekend if necessary, to convince him to take advantage of our kind offer. Bring him in here at 9 AM Monday morning please. I'm looking forward to amazing you." "All right Doctor Montero. It shouldn't be that difficult. I'm sure he doesn't want to be bald at 19. I'll let you know how it goes via e-mail. See you Monday then." Ellen and I exited the Doctors' offices and headed for lunch. "How are you going to carry this off, Liza?" asked Ellen. "Well, Conrad DID ask me for a date. He doesn't really know who I am or was yet and at this point I haven't decided how I'm going to broach the subject." "Why not just let him take you out Friday night and hint that you'd seen him in high school when he had more hair? That should get the ball rolling." "Not a bad idea Ellen. I'll try that." We had a nice chat over lunch and then went to freshen up and re-do our lipstick. We got ogled on the way to the ladies room and I'm afraid we returned the favor. I spritzed on some Shalimar for Conrad's seduction in statistics class. He was already seated and I made a production of sitting beside him, making sure he got my signals and a whiff of my perfume. He dived on the opportunity like a hungry vulture and I of course, accepted his kind invitation. We met at the mall later that afternoon where we were to attend a showing of Bridget Jones's Diary. "Liza, forgive me but I feel like I know you from somewhere and of course I realize how tired that line is but I'm almost sure of it." "Well, it's true Conrad. You were a year or two behind me in high school until you challenged the junior year and became a senior over the summer. That's what made me notice you. You're very bright." "Well, for the love of Mike. THAT'S it then. It's been bugging me as well as why I wouldn't remember seeing you around class in high school. You are very attractive Liza." "Thank you Conrad but I wasn't so attractive in high school. It's just lately that I've blossomed." We had reached the ticket booth and Conrad paid our way in. We then went to the snack counter where he bought me a box of popcorn and himself a large bag of gumdrops. Noting the size of the bag I asked him, "So I take it you are fond of gumdrops?" To this he replied, "Let's just say that they are my absolutely all time favorite candy. I can't seem to go a week without consuming at least a pound of them." "My! How do you stay so slim then?" "Truthfully, I have NO idea. I must have my younger sister's metabolism. She eats everything in sight and still stays foxy. I just can't seem to put on weight." "If you were a girl I'd be really jealous of that." In fairness to him, I allowed no physical contact during the entire date, however later, over a malt at the local Wendy's; I did get into the hair thing with him. "Conrad, I DO remember you from high school but even though that was not that long ago, something has changed. Please don't be offended, but are you losing your hair?" The direct approach seemed best for me. "A sad but true tale, Liza. I can't believe it myself. My Dad has tried several avenues for me including going to a medical doctor who had the nerve to tell me that the only way he knew of to lick it was to change my hormones, get rid of my testosterone because that was what was shutting down the hair follicles. I asked the doctor how he would propose doing that and he said, 'with an orchiectomy most likely followed by replacement hormones.'" "When I asked the doctor what an orchiectomy was, I got the shock of my life about what would be removed. He DID say that they could replace 'them' with prostheses and then I asked him about the replacement hormones." "He replied, 'Well, they would have to be female of course. It's your male ones that are destroying your hair.' He was not smiling, so I knew he was serious." "'But without my testicles and taking female hormones I'll turn into a girl, won't I?' I asked him." "'Yes,' he said. 'I imagine that will be the end result. Half the world is female Conrad. What's wrong with being a woman if you can save your hair? My wife is a woman,' he added with a grin. 'I'm sure you'd be quite attractive.'" "It was after that I stood up, thanked him for his time and left quite bewildered." Now that the stage had been set, it was time for me to do my sales thing. "I suppose that was a little scary, the thought of becoming a young, attractive woman in order to save your hair. I know it would scare most males. But have you ever thought about it since then Conrad?" "I... well... yes, I suppose so but it seems so drastic, don't you think?" "What if there was a less traumatic way to accomplish restoring your hair, a way without having an orchiectomy right off the bat? Do you think you might take it? That widow's peak is getting quite deep. You may not have much time left." "It's not like I'm desperate or anything but... I suppose if an opportunity came along that I could live with, one that would not make me so uncomfortable, I would probably go for it. Why? Do you know of something?" "I'm glad you asked. Yes, as a matter of fact I DO. There is a Ph. D. at school who is doing work in the area of hair restoration. She doesn't do scalp reductions, implants or anything like that. It's all scalp stimulation and chemicals. Would you like to talk with her? I can arrange it." "That sounds wonderful Liza. That's very kind of you. Please do and let me know. Here is my e-mail and phone number." He jotted them down and handed me the piece of notepaper. Conrad and I parted after that. He took me back to my car and I went home to contact the doctor. There was no way, at this point, that I was going to let Conrad know where I lived or he might add things up and realize who I had been. After sending the doctor an e-mail, I waited until Saturday morning to call Conrad with the good news. "Conrad, the doctor will see you at 9 AM on Monday morning. I hope that isn't a problem." "No, not at all. I've had difficulties getting early morning classes. They are mostly after lunch." "Good. Then meet me on the quad at 8:30 and I'll take you up there, okay?" "Sounds great. Thanks Liza. See you then." I could imagine that Conrad was feeling a bit euphoric just then and I couldn't wait to see what Dr. Montero had developed since my treatments. Monday as planned, I met Conrad and took him to Dr. Montero's where he found, much to his surprise, a bowl of fresh gumdrops on the table in the outer office. He had several and, as a connoisseur, was quite pleased with them. After being introduced to the doctor he even remarked about them and asked where she got them. "Oh, I get those from a small candy manufacturer. I would be happy to get you some if you like. They ARE very good." "Well, if it's no trouble I would love it. Thank you." The Doctor explained the process to him, the headgear, the stimulation and all omitting, of course, the true price he would pay for beautiful hair. He sat in the chair and she placed the helmet on his head. Within a minute after throwing the switch, he was sleeping. "If you have something to do Liza, now would be the time. Conrad will be out for the next hour." "An HOUR? What will happen?" "He had some of my gumdrops. Thanks for that tip by the way. They have been coated, much the same way cereals are coated with vitamins. He is getting everything you were taking and then some except he doesn't know it. There will be significant mental changes today with significant physical ones tomorrow if this works. You will need to keep some time open to take him for a manicure I think and do some window shopping for yourself to test his reactions to the feminine. Can you handle that for me?" "It's Uncles' nickel. Sure, why not?" I went down to the coffee shop and had some tea where I met the cutest guy. He was a year ahead of me and majoring in 'accounting and basketball' he quipped. We hit it off and I liked that he was about 6'4" tall. The handsome part didn't hurt either. We exchanged names and phone numbers and then I had to get back upstairs to Conrad. When I got there, he was still in the chair and just waking up. His hand went to his head as he tried to stand up and failed the first attempt as his other hand went for the arm of the chair. "My goodness, I seem to be a little dizzy," he exclaimed. Now, there were three inconsistencies here. The first was the WAY his hand went to his forehead with fingers together and wrist bent. Then there was what he said, which was not typical for a male. Then there were the fingernails, which were, by any observer, now of a length most girls would consider 'business' length at perhaps an 1/8", maybe 3/16" beyond his fingertips. He would indeed need a manicure and quickly. The next thing out of his mouth clinched it for me. "My, that was a heavenly nap. I feel simply wonderful and rested, Doctor. Did we do any good?" "Oh my yes, Conrad. You are a wonderful subject and well on your way to a new head of hair. We shouldn't have to go much beyond the end of this week if you can come in every day." "Oh, yes, I can do that. This is going to be grand," he squealed. He squealed. The fourth clue. "I'll get you a supply of my special gumdrops Conrad. We'll have a whole jar for you when you come in tomorrow." "That's very kind of you Doctor. Thank you SO much." I was mentally bouncing off the walls. Corrine had done everything possible while we were there not to burst out giggling. For myself, I couldn't imagine such a change in a personality in just an hour's time but there it was. Conrad was emoting and talking in a way that was very close to female. There was now an overtone of the feminine in everything he did and said. It was no problem at all to get him to agree to accompany me to the mall after his last class. We stopped in to the food court where we both had a soda. That gave me the opportunity to look at his hands. I took one in mine. "Conrad, we simply MUST do something about these nails. They are getting away from you. We need to stop into a salon and get you done." "Oh, let's DO Liza. I'd adore being pampered a little." He looked a bit perplexed after that. I believe he was a trifle amazed at what just came from his mouth. "Liza, do I sound all right to you? I'm feeling... a little odd and my voice sounds strange to me! Do I seem all right to you?" "You sound fine Conrad. Why?" "Oh, I suppose it's nothing to worry about. I just never thought I'd get excited about going to a salon to have my nails done but I'm really looking forward to it. Isn't that a rather feminine thing to do? Shall we go?" So, we went to the salon, waited for about 15 minutes and had our nails done. It was SO odd. Conrad, except for his attitude, was neither fish nor foul at this point, but was emoting like a girl. The operators treated him like one too, even though he... or she, was blissfully unaware of the depth of the changes going on, and they were definitely still going on. They wanted to do acrylics on him, but he settled on a French manicure on his own, with even longer nails. They were soaked, brushed clean, rounded into nice squared off ovals and undercoated with white. Then the girl sealed them with two coats of nude enamel and Conrad went to the nail drying lights for six minutes. I've seen a lot of males with a clear coat, but never one with several coats of nude on such long nails. It was SO funny. When we left, he was absolutely BUBBLING over his new, extremely feminine manicure and loving it, never once giving a thought to the inconsistency of his nails vs. his general dress and appearance. His general demeanor was feminine while still being a bit 'butch'. His hands took on a new, feminine life of their own as his body language shifted. Whatever the doctor had come up with was a milestone in programming, whatever it was. My dilemma was how she got the chemicals into him in sufficient quantities. He only had perhaps a dozen gumdrops at the office. I reasoned it must be much more powerful than what I took and must have also turned off his awareness of some aspects of his personality. "Do you mind if I look at some shoes, Conrad? They changed the window at Capezio." "No, not at all, Liza. They have pretty shoes... I think? Why did I say that?" We strolled down to the shop and stopped in front of the dress shoe window. I mulled over the selections and then wandered into the store. Conrad hadn't said much so far but followed me in. "May I help you ladies?" "I'd like to see that dress sandal in black. Number 38572?" "Of course Miss. Size?" "Seven and a half please." Conrad seated himself gently and crossed his legs at the knee. The salesman brought out three boxes, seated himself and proceeded to take off my shoe and put a sandal on me. "I like it. May I try the other one too?" "Of course miss." He slipped the other on my left foot. All this time Conrad had said nothing. They were 4" heels with a single toe strap and ankle strap. I pranced up the mirror for a look and did a few turns. "Well, what do you think CONNIE? Like them?" "They look simply divine on you Liza. You simply MUST buy them." The expression on his face was priceless like, 'was that ME'? If ever I heard a girlish reaction to a pair of sexy shoes, this was IT. And being called 'Connie' did not seem to faze him. It took me way longer to get this far. WAY longer. So, I decided to try door number two. "See anything you'd like to try on Connie?" "I... well, yes but some other time. Thank you for asking Liza." "Will that be all miss? A bag to match?" "I have one, thank you. That will be all today. We'll be back I'm sure." I WAS sure too. Deciding to leave things where they were for a day, we sauntered out to the car. Yes, sauntered. Connie was definitely beginning to swish and it had only been about 8 hours since 'her' treatment. This was amazing stuff. It was interesting to me that Connie had a stash of the doctor's gumdrops with her from which 'she' feasted on one about every 15 minutes which gave me cause to wonder if that was a compulsion built into the program. The next morning we met again at Dr. Montero's and what was left of Conrad was seated into the chair, helmet in place. When he got in the chair, he smoothed out his imaginary skirt and demurely seated himself. Within a couple minutes, Conrad had drifted off and Connie was in charge so I vacated once again to the coffee shop. Unfortunately, my newfound hunk was absent. Maybe I was going to have to use that phone number after all! When I arrived back the office, my new girlfriend was beginning to take form. Conrad's chest had sprouted and was pushing his shirt out a little too much for a boy person. His hair was about an inch more forward on his head as well as fuller and his face had softened. His hands appeared smaller, more slender and the new manicure looked even better today. Waking up today was much like yesterday. "My, I don't understand why I feel so dizzy. I'm not even blonde." "You may not be blonde, sweetie but just look at your hair." "Oh, DOCTOR. This is fantastic, scrumptious! Look how much fuller it is and the widow's peak is fading. At this rate I'll be able to have it styled in no time." She was wide eyed with happiness and wonder. That remark flew right under the radar. Connie didn't realize what she had said. Nor did she realize she had just fluffed her hair. "Yes, you will Connie. Do you mind if we call you Connie?" asked Dr. Montero. "No, not in the least. I feel rather all warm and fuzzy toward you two. I do believe I like Connie much better than Conrad. He's such a dweeb." "Speaking of ourselves in the third person, are we?" "Well Doctor it feels like Conrad is someone else. I feel much freer than I've ever felt, like I could do anything, be anything." "How would you describe your current personality Connie?" "Odd but not AT odds with the real me. Strangely at peace. Content. Reassured. Ready to embrace new things and ideas. Open. Really ready to go back to the mall and that shoe store." "But Connie, that's a women's shoe store," remarked Liza with a grin. "Nothing but sexy pumps and sandals." "Oh, I know that Liza but those patent pumps in front of the sandals you bought were SO cute. They're calling to me. My chest itches." "Well, I suppose we'd better get back to the mall. Dr. Montero apparently Connie has some unfinished business there. Are there any other shops you want to go to Connie?" "I definitely think so Liza. Would you hand me my gumdrops please?" "See you girls tomorrow," said Dr. Montero matter of factly. As we were rotating down the hall "Liza, I just realized she called me a girl." "And..." "But I'm not a girl. Am I? Not really. I feel strangely feminine but... I'm... that's silly of me, isn't it?" "No, not really honey but you do want your hair to keep coming in, don't you?" "Well, of course, silly!" "But you feel silly though, don't you? And we're planning to go back to that shoe store where you are going to be fitted with your first sexy high heels. Am I right?" "Yes, you're right I guess. Maybe I AM a girl after all." "No, not yet but soon I think." "Oh, goody! Mother will be so pleased to have a balanced family. My sister Emily always was upset at being the only girl. I tried to be her playmate but mostly she wouldn't let me." "Are you saying that the only reason you didn't let that other doctor turn you into a girl so you could get your hair back was because you didn't want to upset your father? Admit that was what you really wanted." "I don't know. Maybe. I'm small. Mom calls me 'delicate'. That used to upset me. Boys aren't supposed to be delicate." "But look how you are acting Connie. And we're going shopping for girl things, aren't we, not just spikes?" "It DOES seem silly to be thinking about pumps, hot lingerie and things, doesn't it Liza? Darn, my chest is itchy today." "Well, you have to wear hose with your heels and then there are bras and panties, chemises and camisoles and slips." "Oh, YES! I want all those things. What is happening to me Liza?" "You are getting what you want, a full head of hair along with the femininity you would never admit desiring, apparently. Are you sure you are 5'6" tall Connie?" "Not exactly. Why?" "Well, that's how tall I am and you seem just a trifle shorter." I had, of course, never told Connie who I used to be just a few short weeks ago. "I really wouldn't mind that. Just think of the pretty 4 inch spikes I could wear if I were only 5'5" or 5'4". Oh! That was a very girlish statement, wasn't it?" "My voice sounds a little higher Liza. Do you hear that?" "Yes Connie. I believe you are right. A smaller voice coming from a smaller body would be all right, wouldn't it?" "Of course. I wonder how all this is happening without me ever having Conrad's boy stuff removed? Shouldn't I still be making testoster... something?" "I don't think that is something you need to worry about honey. If it feels good, enjoy it, right?" "I'm beginning to feel so liberated Liza. It DOES feel good. C'mon. Let's invade a few shops beginning with that shoe store." I'm afraid Connie went a little berserk in the shoe store. First she bought and put on a pair of pantyhose in the washroom. Then she tried on about ten pairs of shoes, having almost NO problems with the two pairs of 4" spikes she bought. She then went on to buy several pairs of flats and a couple pairs of trendy wedge sandals, all very girly shoes. Since she was wearing slacks, she wore a pair of the wedge sandals and we had to take the rest to the car. I must admit, they looked very cute on her tiny girlish feet. I don't know exactly when it happened but suddenly, I noticed that Conrad had virtually disappeared. Let me rephrase that, his PERSONA had disappeared. Even with her very slight bosom somewhere shy of an 'A' cup, Connie would never be mistaken for a boy. I absently wondered how this was going over at home and what her parents were going to do when they saw all the stuff we were buying for her. It was nice at least they would never see the bills for all this. We continued our onslaught, progressing through lingerie, where she was fitted with a padded bra. We got her one or two of everything including nighties and even though we had a good momentum going, I put the brakes on. Connie was disappointed but I told her we had to save some for later. Besides, we had studying to do. She caved to that logic. There was always tomorrow. I saw her mother, wide eyed, at the door when she walked in with an armload of packages and sporting 3" platform wedges. Wondering what conversation ensued from that encounter, I drove off. Again at 9 AM we sat waiting for Dr. Montero. By this time, Connie could not be distinguished from any other coed except for her boyish outerwear. She obviously had on her bra, which was putting a strain on her shirt, and her boy jeans were quite tight. And then there were the shoes, the other pair of wedge- heeled sandals. Her hair was further down her forehead as well as down her neck. The widows' peak was almost gone and her hair had grown about two inches in the last two days. There was only feminine emoting from Connie. Even though she was in the middle of it, I don't believe that Connie realized what was going on, at least, not completely. Poor Corrine was beside herself at this new turn of events. I'd not seen her with such a bemused smile until this week. "Come in ladies. Your chair awaits Connie," exclaimed the doctor. Connie seated herself gracefully and settled back. "You look very sweet this morning Connie," she said. "Love the sandals." "Thank you Doctor. We got them last night." "You seem to be having some problems with your shirt." "Yes, it seems my bosom is going through a growth spurt. I think we'll need to get some blouses tonight. Maybe a few skirts too." "That would probably be a good idea Connie." "Doctor?" "Yes dear." "I was a boy last weekend, wasn't I?" "Why, yes you were Connie. Why?" "Oh, nothing. It doesn't really matter anymore. I love the way I look and feel. I didn't know it would feel this good." "What do you mean, Connie?" asked Dr. Montero. "Becoming a girl like that other doctor wanted me to. I just adore the feelings and emotions I'm having. And shopping is so much FUN! This IS a trifle puzzling though. I mean, it took my sister several years to come as far as I have." "Yes, that IS puzzling, isn't it? All right Connie. Settle back and let's get on with this. You'll feel even better after today's treatment." The doctor placed the helmet on her and started the gentle hum and soon, Connie was zonked. I spent this time trading information with Corrine about what was going on and had taken place. Then I went down to the coffee shop to scout for my hunk. He was there talking with another girl. That didn't stop him from noticing me however. I introduced myself to her, apologized for horning in and we talked for about ten minutes. Then I had to get back to Connie. After this encounter, I promised myself to call him. When the helmet came off this time, Connie looked more like a girl than ever. Even her bone structure had changed. I wouldn't go so far as to say there was a vacuum being created in her head, more like a certain serenity had taken over her countenance. She seemed even more feminine and fragile and her hair was TWO inches longer. Talk about turning on the cellular engine! Her nails were now glamour length and needed a new manicure. I needed to get her back to the mall for some more shopping therapy right away. When she stood up, I realized she was now indeed a couple inches shorter than I. She could wear 'Pam Anderson' sandals now if she wanted. The funniest part was when we went to the ladies. All of a sudden there was a shriek from the stall next to me. "What's that matter Connie?" "Uh... nothing I suppose. They are GONE is all." "They? The jelly beans honey?" "Yes," she replied in her now totally female voice. The shriek had triggered something. She was now comfortably in the adult female range and timbre. She came out of the stall smiling. "I take it you like having extra room in your panties?" "Not exactly but it will be easier to cross my legs now I think. I wish that other thing would disappear too. It's so tiny now anyway. What good is it? It will just get in the way of my fun." "You're thinking of fun with BOYS?" "Well DUH, sweetie. That's what we DO, isn't it?" "But honey, you just joined the 'we' this week. You certainly are coming along nicely." "I AM, aren't I? This is so much more fun than being put on and spending weeks in pain. I'm tired of these dumb boy clothes. We have to go get some pretties tonight, all right?" "Sure sugar. Whatever you say." So, after we had both finished classes for the day, we headed for the mall again. This time she zoomed right in on the specialty shops that sold skirts and dresses. Now, for a new girl, I can tell you she has shopping genes somewhere and pretty near the surface. We hit five stores before dinnertime and went to the car loaded with goodies. The new Connie wasn't much for unisex clothing. Yes, she did buy jeans for her plumper rump but only two pairs. Other than that it was skirts, dresses, shorts and the cutest romper set. She also had to go back to the lingerie and get a larger bra. She was now an honest 'B' cup. This new technology was really astounding in its' potential. I wondered idly how much it mattered that Conrad was apparently inclined in this direction as opposed to someone who might approach it kicking and screaming all the way once the realization hit of what was going on. Could a person be FORCED to undergo this therapy? Would it matter once the cap was on and the chemicals were introduced? Not my problem I reasoned. My life was a done deal. And Connie was getting happier by the minute it seemed. Her body, which had begun to seriously reshape in the last 24 hours, was now undeniably female in all respects but one. That one was so tiny now that, knowing how they did things in surgery, it was apparent that there was NO way her willie would ever be used for an inversion. This greatly puzzled me. Another thing that greatly puzzled me was how in the world she was getting all this past her parents as she still lived at home. By the time 9 AM rolled around again, Connie appeared and seemed extremely happy like a cat that just caught a mouse. She also appeared in a dress. "What are you smiling about Connie?" "Oh, it's just Mom and Daddy. They were so cute last night." "Yes..." "Well, sometime between when we finished with Dr. Montero and got home from shopping, she had been to my parent's house. They, of course, asked her what was going on with me so she offered to show them. Mom says the Doctor went out to her car and got the helmet and that electronic box she uses and brought them in and volunteered to show them how it works. Now, Daddy was interested from the get-go as he is balding. So she set it up and put him in it for about five minutes and then did the same with mother. I did see there were gumdrops in the candy dish too, the same ones the Doctor gave me although I have no idea what that means. By the time we got home with my goodies, they were SO mellow I didn't believe they were my parents. I thought someone had come in and substituted 'pod' people for them. Now, for some reason, no doubt connected to that helmet, they are just fine with having another daughter and me, well, I'll show you in the ladies after my treatment." "Oh fine. Leave me hanging." "Better you than me." "You are becoming cryptic, girlfriend." "Live with it." "Well Connie. That print dress looks very nice on you. You look much more comfortable than you did Monday morning." "I feel divine doctor. I can't wait to see what happens next." "That makes two, probably four of us dear. If you don't mind, I'd like to examine you some after the treatment." "No, of course I don't mind. My pleasure. The least I could do for all you've done for ME Doctor." Connie went under for her fourth treatment. What emerged had no resemblance to a male of our species. The widow's peak was gone, totally. Long auburn curls streamed down her back. Large, almost surprised eyes nestled above striking cheekbones, a pert nose and petulant lips. All her features were much more petite. Were she not four inches too short, she could have been a model. She was gorgeous even without makeup and I was jealous. Again, of course, she was dizzy when first awakening. For all intents and purposes, I could not understand why she would need another treatment. Her hair, now lush as could be, was completely restored and lovely although it could stand a trip to the salon for style and conditioning. Dr. Montero asked me to leave during the exam. I came to find out from Connie later that her body had surpassed mine in the detail to which she was becoming female. She showed me as promised. Conrad's penis was, for practice purposes, gone. In it's place was none other than a clitoris, the female version and the little nubbin did not have a drainage canal in it. That was now below in a very slight indentation. Needless to say, I was amazed and postulated in my mind what may actually occur during the last treatment. The light was beginning to dawn. It appeared the D.O.D. was going for total cellular conversion from one sex to the other, but I'd have to wait until tomorrow to find out. "What do you think, Liza?" "I think that your standing to pee days have ended," I said laughing. "It's much more than that Liza. My mind no longer seems capable of recognizing male thinking patterns. When I think about myself or look at myself, the only 'self' that registers is what you see, a young woman. I WAS a male last week, right?" "Oh, that goes without saying. Your name was Conrad and we knew each other from high school. You do remember that don't you?" "Yes, vaguely. I'm confused. What I remember is... I don't remember attending high school as Conrad. I remember dates and boys and dances and pretty dresses. I remember the swimming pool and guys putting suntan lotion on me." "Wow Connie. That's impressive." "What do you mean Liza?" "I think we'd better wait on that for tomorrow." "Now you are leaving ME hanging." "Oh well." That evening we went and got Connie a new manicure and pedicure along with a little touch up trimming on her hair. It had grown out a little uneven. I've no idea why it took so long, but she finally had her ears pierced, twice and came away with studs and 3" hoops. We stopped by a luggage shop and got her several purses. We also went to the food court and found ourselves comparing notes on cute boys. No, Conrad wasn't home anymore but Connie didn't realize how far from her past reality she'd traveled. Her memories were being replaced with more appropriate ones. Soon, she might not even remember our association in high school or the problems 'he' had getting a date. Certainly, in her present form, Connie was going to have NO problems in that department. Friday morning we entered the doctors' offices. We were all in an exceptional good mood and it wasn't just due to the weekend. The doctor, however, seemed a little off her game. "Good morning Connie," she greeted. "Now, just sit back and let me do my thing here and I'm fairly certain you will be amazed at how neat you feel after this one. That's it. Settle back and enjoy the ride." Connie zonked out. When she awoke, subtle refinements had taken place not evident under the helmet or her clothing. "How are you feeling Connie?" asked the doctor. "Amazingly well, thank you." The first evidence of the new and total Connie was that voice that just dripped feminine sex appeal. If I weren't into boys, I may have propositioned her myself. The doctor asked her to disrobe down to her lingerie, which she did not hesitate to do. There she stood, a vision of femininity and with absolutely NO telltale bulge in her panties. "Connie, please turn away from us and pull down your panties, run a finger down there and tell us what you find please." "Are you sure, Doctor?" "Positive dear. Humor me please." Connie did as asked. Fortunately we were standing close enough to catch her before she hit the floor. Easing her onto the couch, I inquired as to the cause for this. "I believe she found her new sex Liza." "You mean..." "Exactly. This goes way beyond anything even dreamt about up until now. My sponsors will be very pleased." "Then why do you look so upset, Doctor?" "I'm sorry Liza. I should have waited until the process was better defined." "This doesn't make sense. What do you mean you should have waited?" Just then the new and totally female Connie woke up and she was smiling. "Rather pleased with ourselves are we?" I asked. "Beyond my wildest dreams Liza. What's going on?" "The doctor was just explaining something to me although, at this point, I'm not certain just what. Would you go on, Doctor?" "I suppose I owe you two that. All right. Corrine was not the first. Her re-alignment took about a month and a half. Even that was an improvement though. Then you came along Liza and we got it down to three weeks and now Connie at ONE week. I'm certain that pushing the human body any further would cause extensive problems with health and longevity. She IS the first to undergo a complete conversion, physical and mental however. Nothing like this was even conceived in my original experiments. All of my dreams of cellular reconstruction have been met in you Connie although, for your safety, you shall remain anonymous. The only thing the D.O.D. will get is a before and after tissue sample." "Excuse me, Doctor, but you said Corrine was not the first. If you expected me to pass on that, I can't. What did you mean?" "The first experiments were on rats. The next on monkeys, then a chimpanzee. All except one were successful. Baldness was induced and then the errant follicles reclaimed. I was encouraged and wanted to climb the primate scale and needed a human subject. It was early in my career and I couldn't afford to make a huge mistake, so the first human subject became the one who was closest at hand, namely MYSELF. You see, I used to be Gregory D. Waldon, star running back for a university that I believe should remain nameless. By the time I arrived at the conclusions that led me onward to Corrine, I had been almost completely female for over six years. Refining the process took a long time. The process, in it's original form, took 3 months, twice as long as Corrine. I felt no ill effects and was sure we could cut the time. Despite my appearance, I had to undergo the entire sex re- assignment process in place at the time. I'm sorry you will have to face that too Liza but Connie gets a free pass. Tests should reveal that she even has a uterus and fallopian tubes. Expect your first menstruation in about two months Connie." You may have noticed that I never interrupted the Doctor even once while she was explaining. I was simply too flabbergasted to utter a word while Connie began to hyperventilate when she heard that in all likelihood, she could become pregnant. The End