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Summer Project by B. Pink This story is about forced feminisation, the transformation carried out for the fun and amusement of twin 17 year old girls from an affluent family. Their parents give them the freedom and finances to undertake this project, something they see as a part of the girl's developement. The victim was to be a working class male and therefor considered disposable. The father owns a large chemical company. The research and development department will do anything that the two girls want. The girls, Emily and Eva had chosen their subject carefully. They had considered many men but each time they came back to the same one. Peter Johnson, their English teacher. He was 23, had youthful looks, slim body, fair skin and hair. At only 5?6" tall he was only slightly taller than them. And to as if to seal his fate they didn?t like him, and to subject him to a fate that all normal males would find impossible to comprehend seemed fitting. He had only been at the private school for a term, moving from an inner city State school. His accent was that of a common person, a fact that a lot of the girls found amusing, some even found it attractive. That was what made him appeal to Emily and Eva. His soft good looks and cheeky manner had some of the girls drooling over him. When they had finished with him no female would find him attractive, unless they were lesbian. The phone rang and I picked it up, ?Hello? I said curtly, annoyed that someone was calling at this time of night. I was about to speak sharply to the caller when, ?Good evening Mr Johnson, sorry for phoning you at this late hour but my wife and I need to see you tomorrow, first thing?. I reconised the voice, it was Mr Brett-Evans the father of Emily and Eva, the twins from hell. School term had finished today, and I thought that I would not have to see those stuckup bitches or their pompous parents until the long summer break had finished. He told me that they needed to see me regarding extra tuition during the holiday. Brett-Evans was not a man to mess around, and I knew that if I wanted to have a job to return to next term I would at least have to go and see him. They were leaving to go on holiday the following morning, and would I get to their house for 7.00am he said. I gritted my teeth and agreed. I replaced the receiver on the cradle and sat up. Sighing, I thought of all the other girls that I taught. Any of them would have been a pleaure to give extra lessons to. They were well behaved, and even though some of them had parents that were far weathier than the Brett-Evans were not as precosious as Emily and Eva. The twins were clever, and even though they never seemed to really pay attention they grasped the content of each lesson. They were also attractive and knew it. I quickly returned to sleep after setting my alarm clock. I drove to the large house that the Brett-Evans lived in. It was secluded, the nearest neighbours being at least a couple of miles away. I parked on the gravel frontage to the house at the end of the mile long drive. As I approached the front door it opened and I was greeted by Eva. She invited me in. ?Daddy is downstairs in his Den? she said as I followed her down the oppulent hallway. She stopped at a door on the right and opened it. The large staircase led down to the basement. Not dark and dingy, but well lit and expensively decorated. The basement area must have spread below the entire house, it was enormous. A large corridor went down the middle with doors off either side. There was more space here than I had enjoyed in my life. Mr Thomas Brett-Evan sat at his desk that was situated in a room off the left of the corridor. He smiled as Eva showed me in and shook my hand. He was dressed casually. I sat down and he started to speak to me. He went on about nothing in particular, and I was getting impatient waiting for him to start on the subject that had got me out of bed so early. Eva returned to the room and handed me a steaming cup of coffee. I tasted it. It was good although it did leave a bitter after taste. I drank the coffee and as I placed the cup on the desk it seemed to fire Mr Brett-Evans into talking about the extra tuition. He explained that there was a room set aside for the girls after school activities, and that is where the summer lessons would take place. He stood and started walking out of the room and into the corridor. I followed him. My limbs felt stiff and were aching as I walked. I must be coming down with some kind of bug I thought. We walked deeper down the corridor to a room at the end. I noticed that a room next to it was a bathroom. We entered the room. I was behind him and slowly followed him in, my legs not wanting to move. Eva and Emily were already in there dressed in their designer jeans and tops. Even dressed in the expensive clothing they still looked like school girls, their soft features still having a youthful touch about them. The room was well decorated but sparse for furniture. In the middle was a low bench with a padded top. Around the walls were shelves that contained items that meant nothing to me. I stood, my limbs stiffening. I couldn?t move, I wanted to say something, I couldn?t speak. It was as if I were paralised and only my eyes could move. I could not control my legs at all, and I fell to the floor. "Looks like the first drug works well" I heard one of the girls say. "Yes, I didn?t think he was going to make it this far" he replied. I could hear clearly but did not understand what was going on. The coffee must have had something in it, but why were they doing this? I was soon to find out. "OK girls, you have to get him on the bench, you have to do all the work on your project." The girls walked to me and I was surprised how easily they picked me up between them and carried me to the bench and laid me on it. My mind seemed to be able to send the orders to my limbs, but they would not respond. Thomas Brett-Evans came into my line of vision. I could now see the three of them. He came closer and spoke. "Well Mr Johnson, my wife and I are going on holiday for a month and you are going to be left in the capable hands of my daughters." I wanted to say what right did he think he had to do this, but the words formed in my brain and that is were they remained. "You have been chosen to be the subject for their little project that will entertain them during the Summer." I could not believe what I was hearing as he continued talking, explaining that this had been planned for some time by his girls, and that all the necessary tools and equipment was right here in this room supplied by his company. He appeared so proud of that fact. He told me that using his wealth and contacts, Peter Johnson had mysteriously dissapeared from data banks. It was as if he had never existed. I had no family, and any close friends that I had were in the City miles away. In fact I had not contacted them since I had moved to this part of the country. Brett-Evans said goodbye and the girls followed him out of the room and up the stairs. They were going to bid farewell to their parents. I lay on the bench willing myself to move, willing myself to get up and get out of here. The drug that had been administered to me had paralised me. I could still feel my body but it was like a useless shell, a dummy. What was their little project, what were they going to subject me to? The thought of being at the mercy of those two evil girls filled me with fear. I heard the girls running down the stairs, they entered the room. "Well Mr Johnson, welcome to your new home, let me explain what we are going to do with you. said Emily. I could see her smiling face, it increased the fear in me. ?We are going to change you from your present form to that of a female, some of the changes will be cosmetic, others will be permanent. We have got everything prepared, the chemicals are ready, everything produced, all in sizes that will fit you and retrain your body and features to that of a more feminine person?. I listened to her. She was mad, the whole family was crazy. I wanted to leap up and hit her and her sister, but I cold only lay helpless. I watched as the pair slipped on thin latex gloves and then with sharp scissors cut off my clothing. Soon I was naked, they easily lifted me to pull my clothes from under me. Eva using a trimmer shaved my head, the rubber clad hands of her sister holding and moving my head to accomodate the device. The smell of her gloved hands filled my nostrils, reminding me of hospitals and dentists chairs. The bench that I was laying on must have had wheels. As I lay the bench was pushed into the bathroom that was next to the main room. The bath was full of water and with the same ease that they had lifted me earlier they placed me in the water. Only my head was not immersed in the warm liquid. I felt my body tingling. My eyes swung to Eva as she tipped some liquid from an unmarked bottle. She lathered it up in her latex clad hands and then applied it to my face and scalp, rubbing it thoroughly in. My face and head were totally covered in the lotion and now the tingling feeling affected that too. ?We are going to have breakfast, you can have a nice long soak in the hair removal cream until we get back?. With that they departed, closing the door leaving me in the water that was the start of their work on me. The tingling feeling increased. I wanted to itch myself. Slowly the feeling subsided and I lay in the water, my brain trying to think me out of this, my body not reacting to the danger that I was in. I felt betrayed and helpless. They returned and rinsed the liquid from my face, lifted me and dried me. Placed back on the bench I was wheeled back into the room. Laying on the bench my line of vision was straight up and as far as I could move my eyes up, down and side to side. The girls were by my feet. I could see their heads and shoulder but no more. They were pulling something up my legs. It felt like a pair of pants, tight rubber pants. As the pants reached my crotch I felt one of the girls push my penis and testicles into something. As the pants were pulled up tighter I felt my sex organs pulled under me. The pain was severe, it was as if they had been virtually pushed up inside me. I felt the legs and waist band of the pants lifted and some kind of liquid applied to my skin. Then I felt pressure on the pants from the girls hands as if they were smoothing out the material. Next I was turned over so that I was laying on my stomach. A corset was pushed under me and secured behind me. One of the girls stood on the bench, her feet either side of me and pulled on cords. I felt my breath forced from me as it tightened. My waist was being pulled in to an un-natural slimness. Once again I was turned onto my back. They returned to my line of vision. Emily was holding a contraption that looked like a bra. It was made of thick clear rubber and at the ends where nipples would sit on a woman plastic pipes protruded. They sat me up and for the first time I could see my waist and where my penis should have been. I looked sexless. It was not pants that they had put on me but a flesh coloured covering that totally encased me. I looked for the joins, I could not see where my now hairless flesh ended and the covering started. My mind was pannicking. My waist was pulled in which in the sitting position I was in gave the impression of big female hips. I wanted to scream at them to stop this abomination, instead I sat passively as the next part of their plan was put into practice. My arms were fed into the sides of the bra, it was pulled around me and secured. My lolling head was looking at the bra contraption that was now adjusted so that it clung tightly to me. The thick rubber made it stick out giving the impression that I had breasts. They lay me down again. I watched them as they took the plastic tubes that now protruded from my chest, and connected the free ends to something. I heard a switch flicked. Immediately I felt a suction on my chest. It was as if my chest was being sucked and pulled forward. They both went out of my vision and returned moments later, each pushing a tall trolley on which were held bags that contained liquid. A needle was inserted in each of my arms and then a thin plastic tube connected me to the contents of the bags. I lay inwardly screaming, but outwardly so quiet as if I was in agreement with what they were doing. ?That is it for today? said Eva. ?I shall explain what we have done so far? said Emily her smile so wide, enjoying this game. ?Your body has been treated with a chemical that has distroyed the hair folicles, and therefore from the tip of your toes to the top of your head you are hairless. Proper girly eyebrows will be tattoed onto you later when we do your makeup. Also a second skin material has been fitted to you to hold and conceal your male organs. It is like a skin graft and is held in place with surgical glue, it is impregnated with female hormones that will seep into your body, you will pee through a hole in the bottom, just like a girl. Your waist has been corsetted and reduced. Over the next month it will be tightened further until you have a 20 inch waist. The bra that you are wearing is called a suction bra. Women have them on for about 5 hours a day over a couple of month period to enhance and develope their breasts. Yours will remain on 24 hours a day and the suction is 5 times that of a normal one. In a months time you will have 34c breasts at least. Finally the drips that are attached to your arms contain a strong solution of female hormones, vitamins and also the drug that will keep you in your trance like state?. I listened motionless as the girl with not a hint of shame explained what she and he sister were doing to me. The only noise other than her voice was the drone of the suction pump, working away, playing its part in their plan. ?By the time that we have finished you will still be a male but in a female body. Your hips and bottom will have swelled, your waist will be small and feminine and you will have real breasts with nipples that most women would die for?. Yesterday I had been teaching these girls. They sat innocently with their peers doing the work that I had set them. Now I was the subject of their work. If what they had said was true, I was the candidate they had selected to change for the fun of it. ?As you will not be able to use the toilet we will have to keep you in a nappy? said Eva showing me a large disposable type nappy. They lifted my legs and put the thing on me, giggling loudly as they slipped pink plastic pants over the nappy. ?Its time for us to go out and have some fun Mr Johnson or should I say Miss Johnson, see you in the morning? said Emily laughing. They left the room. I heard the door close. I was alone with only the noise of the pump for company. I looked to my left and then right. The drips from the bags constantly flowed, running into me, filling my body with substances that would alter my whole being. The suction on my chest seemed to be so strong. The pain in my groin had subsided, although the discomfort was still there. I needed to pee but was not going to give in. If I used the nappy it would seem in some way that I had conceded. I lay thinking this over, trying to make some sense of it. The parents of the girls had played their part in this. I imagined them talking, ?What shall we do to stop the girls getting bored during the Summer, I know we?ll let them kidnap a man and let them turn him into a girl?. And that is exactly what they were doing. I was in the control of the twins from hell, Rather than fly off somewhere exotic they would rather carry out the abomination on me. I couldn?t stop them. The drug that coursed its way through my veins held me more secure than any chains could do. In some ways that was the worse thing, I was just laying here letting them do anything they wanted, and what they wanted was to turn me into a female. I have no idea how long I slept for but when I awoke the girls were standing by me. The release of sleep had been good, but now I woke up to the nightmare. ?How did our girl sleep? said Eva knowing that a response from me was impossible. ?Did you wet or poo your nappy? giggled Emily. The humiliation I felt would have made me violent if I could have moved. I had wet the nappy after holding on for hours. Being careful not to disturb the needles they turned me on my side. The corset was tightened even though yesterday I thought that it would not be possible to pull the cords any more. They lay me on my back again. ?Today we will put the mask on your face that will alter your features?. I listened to the comment wondering what it would take to stop their evil plan. They showed me the clear plastic mask. It looked like a death mask that I had once seen in a museum except that it had a protrusion from the mouth. This was to go between my lips I was told. ?The mask is a mix of plastic and chemicals, it is quite hard, the inside is moulded into the features of a growing girl, soft and feminine. The chemicals will seep into your skin and soften the bone and gristle of your own features and as we tighten the mask onto your face over the next month it will be forced to assume the shape?. Slowly, teasingly the latex clad hands of Emily lowered the mask towards my face. My brain screamed at me to move, but as with all the other treatments they had put me through I lay as it was put on my face. My head was lifted and the mask was tightened to my face. The protrution entered my mouth, my nose was pushed into a indentation that was too small for it. My vision was blurred by the material. As the mask was further tightened I could feel it grip my face, although it did not fit all over. I could tell that my nose and cheeks stopped it fitting perfectly. My mouth and nostrils were filled with the taste and odour of the plastic. I now could only breath through my mouth, the oval shaped mouth piece resting on my tounge. Using a needleless syringe a liquid was squirted down my throat. ?I have just given you the first dose of the potion that will reduce your adams apple to the size of a pimple and alter the tone of your voice box? said the smiling face of Eva. They stood looking down at me, two female versions of Dr Frankenstein. ?All we have to do now is tighten up your mask and corset on a daily basis, make sure that the drips are kept topped up, and that the pump keep sucking your breasts into shape, oh and of course change your nappy?. It was Emily that had spoken, the joy in her voice was obscene, the giggle coming through as if she had cum in her panties. Eva spoke next to say that the drips that were coursing through my veins meant that feeding was not necessary, finishing with, ?You don?t want to eat too much and spoil your girly figure before its complete do you?. The pair of them laughed, their faces cloudy as I watched them through the mask. They left the room now going to enjoy the holidays. The main part of their work had been completed in under two days. Now it was just a baby sitting job as they described it, making sure that the right hormones and chemicals were fed to me, the straps tightened. I lay incapable of the simplest task for the remainder of the month. They would visit the room at least twice a day. The first time to change my nappy, when they would don white plastic coats, face masks and elbow length rubber glove to remove the soiled one, wash me and put on a clean one. This task was not pleasant for them but they obviously thought that it was worth it. For two teenage girls to be doing something like that was quite perverse, but not as perverse as the things that they were doing to me. The second was to tighten up the devilish devices, squirt liquid down my throat and change the drip bags. The time passed slowly. I slept and looked around as far as my limited vision allowed it. The only noise was the pump that was still pulling at my chest whether I slept or not. How many days it was before the first comments about the growths on my chest I do not know. But they were delighted. They giggled and clapped their hands as they saw my growing breasts filling the cups of the suction bra. It was only a few days later that their delight was enhanced when the mask was fully on my face, tightened so that my features fitted the inside perfectly. During all this time I remained laying on the bench, my bodily functions disposed of in the nappy, my breathing and limited vision the only control that I had. My mind tried to reason with what they were doing, but no reason could be made of what the two girls were doing in the name of fun and amusement. Their parents were on some exotic beach whilst their offspring used technology to undo what mother nature had intended. From words that the girls had uttered I found out that the whole thing was engineered as a bet. If they completed what they said they could do each would be given a brand new BMW on their 18th birthday. I was the subject of a bet, my whole being was to be re-engineered for a couple of cars. That was not the real reason. The girls had had a spoilt, cosseted life. This was just another chapter in them using the wealth and influence of their father to play a game. They probably would have got the cars anyway. The mask was removed and for the first time in God knows how long I could see without the cloudy effect. They gasped as the mask was undone and removed. The gasps turned to laughter. They hugged each other. They lent over me, their faces close to mine. Latex clad fingers touched my face, in some ways caressing it. They were obviously pleased with the results. I could hardly notice anything, I knew that my lips felt thicker but I put that down to wearing that bloody mask for weeks. Eva gave me an injection, I fell almost immediately into a deep sleep. The following day they turned off the pump and removed the suction bra. It felt so good to have air to my skin. Lying flat I could not see the reason for their joy, but felt their hands cupping the growths on my chest. For the first time I would have cried, if I could have. It was obvious that the least I could expect was to be a man with breasts. The corset was removed and then the drips from my arms. ?Soon you will be able to move so we are going to restrain you for a while, your legs and arms will be really weak if you try and get off the bench you will fall over?. My wrists were secured to the sides of the bench, and straps used securing me at my ankles, knee?s waist and neck. They left the room. Slowly I felt movement. Twitches in my arms and legs. Some hours later I could move but as they said my whole body seemed so weak. My throat was slightly sore, I didn?t call or shout out. For the first time I really slept well, going into a deep deep sleep. I was awakened as I was shaken by Eva. Emily was undoing the straps holding me. They sat me up. I shook as I looked down at my body. It was the body of a girl. I had never had a muscular heman body, but now all semblance of masculinity had gone. As I looked down I could see female breasts with large nipples, a slim, no a tiny waist that exagerated the size of my hips. I could see no sign of my male sex organ. The second skin that coated it seemed to blend in with my own skin. I could feel it on me, but seeing it was impossible. It had grafted itself to me, permanently sealing the only male part of me inside me. I looked up at them and some of the question that swam around my brain were answered. ?Your penis and testicles have shrunk into you because you body has been subjected to massive doses of female hormones. The new skin has covered well and is totally merged with your own flesh. It is part of you, it cannot be removed, even surgically. You now have a slit that you can pee through, and I supposed that someone with a small cock could fuck you. Your breasts are real, again the hormones along with help from the suction bra have given you nice shapely tits with large nipples?. During the time that this was being said the girls giggled repeatedly. Even though I could now move, I found it impossible to resist, my body weak, my brain spinning. ?Now for the last parts?. Eva showed me a wig. It was long and blond, shaped to give a middle parting. ?This is real hair and cost a fortune, its the least we can do as your own hair will never grow again?. She put a substance inside it and then placed it on my head. ?This is a liquid form of the skin that covers your cock, the hair will be on for good?. It felt cold as the wig was positioned and pushed into place. They stood me up, my legs felt weak and I was going to fall, they held me and helped me walk into the bathroom. One either side of me we walked into the room. I saw the large mirror. Three teenaged girls looked back at me, the centre one naked. As I slowly moved my leg so did she. She had a cute little nose, lips that pouted as if she was going to kiss someone. I was now only three feet from the mirror. The centre girl was me, slightly taller than the other two I could have been their sister. My features made me look younger than them, the taller but younger sister. The blond hair cascaded onto my shoulders. I stared at the face and body that they had given me, the face and body of a teenaged girl. I started to sob, my eyes filled with tears, I was feeling as if I had been mugged, robbed of my life as I knew it. I had been happy as Peter Johnson, my male gender was not in question. I was a happy hetrosexual male, with all the desires that a man has. Now I was more female than male, my body and facial features resembling that of the pupils that I taught. My eyes moved from my reflection to that of Eva and Emily who still stood beside me holding my arms. Their smug smiles signalling their victory, signalling the fact that they had achieved something that a few weeks ago I would have said was impossible. As their teacher I had been in control of them, my words law to them. Now I was the one that was controlled, knowing that trying to return as Peter Johnson was as impossibility. To the unknowing I would be perceived as a teenaged girl. Everyone was the unknowing, with the truth a secret only known by the Brett-Evans family. ?What do you think of your new body and face Miss Johnson, do you like the eyebrows and makeup that we tattooed onto you last night? Emily said, the laughter in her mouth clear to hear. I had not spoken since the day that I had arrived in this place. Slowly my brain formed the words then a voice came from my mouth. ?Why have you done this thing?? It wasn?t my voice, but the giggly sing song voice of a young girl. I gasped, they laughed, shaking as they did at the girly voice that emitted from the mouth of their former teacher. Still giggling Eva said, ?We have made a total success of your conversion, you look and sound just like a school girl? Emily chimed in saying ?You would be lucky if people thought you were more than fifteen?. The words cut into me, not just the words but the truth in them. Their game had turned me from a healthy 23 year old man to a school girl lookalike. ?Lets see if our school uniform fits him...err I mean her? I heard Eva say. Still naked they led me from the bathroom, up the stairs and out of the basement. I could have tried to run but it seemed futile, were would I go. They were still laughing and commenting on me as we went up another flight of stairs we went to the first floor and into a bedroom, Eva?s bedroom. I stood as the girls got from a wardrobe, drawers and a cupboard the components that made up the uniform of St Barnabus, private school for girls. ?You are the same size as me? said Eva as she put a plain white bra on me. I stood in and pulled up a pair of bikini style panties. They laughed as I struggled but at last succeeded in donning a pair of black tights. A white blouse, school tie and blue pleated skirt were next. A tight fitting pair of black ankle boots were last. Emily got ribbons and pulled my hair into bunches at the sides of my head. They pushed me in front of a mirror so that I could see what I looked like. I sobbed at the reflection that came back to me. With hair looking like Baby Spice at the height of her fame with The Spice Girls, the pouting lips, the little stubby nose and the school uniform I would have not been out of place in a classroom. ?So how does it feel to be a school girl Mr Johnson? said Eva, a spiteful laugh in her voice. ?I don?t think that it really matters what he thinks, he now looks like a she,......... permanently? Emily answered as if on my behalf. ?What we have done to you is totally irreversable, and we have had such fun doing it? Emily continued. I listened to them, my eyes still focused on the image in the mirror. My mind tried to think of a way out of this, the answer was that there wasn?t one. Even my mother if she was alive would not have recognised me. Any one that I tried to speak to would dismiss my claims as soon as they heard my voice. My eyes filled with tears and I spoke to them ?What am I supposed to do now, you have distroyed my life, I don?t want to be a girl?. The sounds that came from my mouth were in a voice that would have suited any of the pupils that I taught. The pair of them looked at me smiling smugly and then Eva answered me, ?We didn?t think that far ahead, all that matters is that we achieved what we intended to do, what happens to you is of no concern to us little girl?. My male temperament blew, I flew at her, she grabbed me twisted my arm up my back and forced me to my knees. She twisted it hard, I thought she was going to break it. Then she spoke, ?In the liquid that has been dripping into your bloodstream over the last month was a muscle wasting solution, not only do you look like and sound like girl, you have the strength of a young girl?. She giggled as I pleaded with her to stop hurting my arm. ?How does it feel Mr Johnson to have a teenage girl holding you so easily, I bet its really humiliating?. I sobbed feeling so low, so defeated, my rights and male inheritance taken from me. Emily sat on the bed while this was happening and suddenly she spoke, both Eva and I turned our heads towards her as she did so, ?I know, we could keep him, I mean her, here as a maid, you know that Mummy has not allowed us to have one since Daddy did YOU KNOW WHAT with the last one, and he is hardly likely to want to get into her knickers is he?. ?Thats a great idea, I love the thought of our former teacher having to wash my dirty panties?. They both laughed loudly. I listened to them talking about it. They sat on the bed, I knelt in front of them after being warned that if I didn?t do as they wanted my arm would be twisted again. If anyone could have looked through the window, they would have seen a school girl kneeling in front of two other girls. Their parents returned home the following day. The idea of having a maid appealed to their mother. Not only because it meant that she didn?t have to do any housework, but also because this particular maid was not going to be opening her legs to her husband. They called me Susie because the girls thought that it was a commoners name suitable for the home help. My days are spent cleaning, Eva and Emily enjoying the power that they have over their former teacher, the person that they have turned into a female because it was fun to do so. I have to call them Mistress. Mr Brett-Evans does not want me to open my legs for him, he likes to use my soft girlish mouth when his wife is out. I cannot tell, if Mrs Brett-Evans was to find out she would kick me out. Not that she can talk, when he has gone to work and the girls to school she orders me to lick up her legs and into her pussy and satisfy her over and over again. I have no choice but to comply with their wishes, I am a male that has been forced to be female, all for the sake of a Summer project. THE END