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Hostile Take Over By Jennifer White I was upset. I was crying. I was confused. I was being feminized, and I didn't know why! My mind was no longer my own; a woman was starting to take over. I knew nothing of the supernatural world, and hadn't believed in any of that junk, so I didn't have a clue now what was happening, or what I could do. It dawned on me that the other day at the market, I had heard two old broads talking about a 'real Hungarian gypsy' woman who could predict the future. Madam Hrabovsky or something. I decided that I would try her, since I had nowhere else I knew of to go. Her sign said she had a place right above the hardware store next to the market, so I went in back, and climbed up the stairs. The waiting room was dim, with red chairs, red curtains, red paint on the walls. Really gaudy. I sat down, and tried to read a magazine, but I was too nervous and upset to concentrate. After a few minutes, an older lady dressed in robes with many rings and necklaces came out of the back. "I am Madam Hrbovsky." she said in a heavy accent that I could barely understand. "You can call me Madam H., since I can tell that you will have trouble pronouncing my name." You didn't need to be psychic to tell that! "I can tell that you are skeptical." she said. "It is good that you are. So many people in the spiritual realm are fakes who just want your money. But I am for real." "I... I have a problem." I said. "And I don't know where to go. It is hard to explain." How could I say that my mind was being taken over by a woman? I was blushing already. I followed her into the back, and sat down at a table across from her. "Give me your hand." she said. I did. Her touch was cold and clammy. She traced lines on my palm, then touched her fingertips to mine. "I feel another presence within you." she said. "Tell me, when did you first notice?" I was stunned. She *was* for real! Now she could cure me, and let me get back to normal. I wanted this woman out of my mind. "It was nothing at the time, but thinking back, I guess it was a few weeks ago." I said. "I was talking with a friend about movies, and she mentioned a 'chick flick' that I'd never seen. As we discussed it, I somehow remembered all of it. There is no way I have ever seen that movie. I don't like sappy romance movies at all, yet somehow I knew it like the back of my hand, as if I had seen it several times." "Go on." she instructed. "Then last week, I was flipping through the channels on the TV. It was a rainy Sunday, and I had nothing better to do. I came across a horse race on ESPN2, and it brought back memories of when I had learned to ride. I spent my summers out in the country at my uncle's farm. They were such great detailed memories, but there is a problem: I don't have an uncle who owns a farm! I don't know how to ride a horse! I'm scared of an animal that big. Yet, somehow, all those memories are in my mind. And it's so clear; my horse was named Suzanna, and we won a competition when I was 9 years old. I remember all this clearly, but it never happened to me!" "I see." she said. "But then came the worst." This was hard to say, but I had to tell her so she could help me. "The other day, I had a similar experience. I was cleaning out my closet, and came across a bra that my ex-girlfriend must have left when she moved out. It brought back memories, but not of her; instead, I have distinct memories of wearing a bra *myself*. I remember how excited I was when I got to wear my first training bra, and remember that I was upset when my parents wouldn't let me wear a padded bra to school. Then I remember how proud I was when I was able to wear a C-cup for the first time, and how good that made me look in a sweater. I remembered how much I liked the way a good bra makes my breasts look, and the feeling of having one on." "Yes, yes." she said intently. "There were more memories like that which I've found, but they're all from a girl's life! I remember wearing dresses and makeup. I remember playing with dollies. I remember so many things I've never done! Somehow, a woman is putting her memories into my head. I've been overcome now with this terrible feeling that somehow, I am *becoming her*. How can this be possible? What's happening to me? This can't be real! How could a girl take over my mind!!!!" I started crying. "There, there child." she said. "Do not give up hope. We will drive away this evil spirit in your body. There are ways to help." "What can I do?" I asked. "Anything!" I couldn't stand the thought of a woman taking over my mind. I was a guy. I was me. I didn't want to become a woman! I loved women, the way the looked, the way they felt (especially in bed!), they way they moved... just about everything. But there was no way that I wanted to *be* one. Yet, I had a deep feeling that moment by moment, I was slipping away, as she filled me up with herself, and I became her. "First, we must find out who she is, so we can know why she does this." said Madam H. "Come child. Stand before this mirror." I walked up to a full-length mirror on the wall to my left. "What you seeing?" she asked. "I see myself." "You do not see her?" she asked. "Nope. Just me." "Then we must lure her out. But you won't like what you must do." she said to me. "I don't care. I'll do anything." I replied. What could be worse than going through all of this?" Madam H. called out in a language I didn't understand, and soon a beautiful young girl came out through the beads in the doorway from the back. She had long blond hair, a nice body, and a great smile. "This is Elanovna, my daughter." she said proudly. "Hi. My friends call me Elle." she said in a pretty voice. She was a real knockout. I was almost drooling just at the sight of her. She only had a slight accent, but it made her sound mysterious and attractive. Wow! "Hi Elle." I managed to say. Madam H. talked rapidly in her native language to Elle, who nodded. "To bring her out for us to question," said Madam H. "you need to entice her and lure her. Elanovna is going to dress you up in some pretty clothes. You will not like doing this, but it is the only way. Once you are dressed up like a girl, the spirit within you will feel she is winning, and will show herself to us." I was really blushing now. Elle was hot, and I normally would have loved to get a chance to even talk to a girl like her, but she was going to dress me up in women's clothing! What could be more embarrassing? "Mother tells me what is happening to you." she said. "Do not be scared. We want to help you. Nobody will know but us, and we would not dare tell a soul. We keep our client's secrets for them." She led me by the hand through a door, and into her room. It was small, but well kept, neat, orderly, and clean. "First you must take off all your clothes." she said. I blushed, but started to do it. I had no choice. After a few moments, I was naked before her, and hard as a rock between my legs. "I see some parts of your body are not possessed yet!" she said. I managed a faint smile. She handed me a pair of white lacy panties to put on. Just as my ex-girlfriend's bra had done earlier that morning, holding the panties, then putting on them on, brought a flood of female memories into my mind. I remembered my first period, when I got blood on my good white silk panties and ruined them. It was a day of mixed emotions because I had become a real woman that day, but I had also ruined a cherished present my mother had given me. I had tried to wash them over and over, but the stain would not come out. I also remembered the time that I bought thong panties, and wore them to a party in college when all the girls flipped their skirts up, so we could get the boys all worked up. I came back to my own thoughts with a shudder, a chill running up and down my spine. It felt so... weird to have memories not my own. And memories for the opposite sex no less. It was so strange that I cannot find the words to explain. I had just gotten so lost in this girl's memories, that I had tuned out everything else. They were so vivid, so real. As I remembered them, it was like I had just lived through each of them myself. Now these memories were in my own mind, the same as the ones from my life. How long would it be before my mind was completely filled with her feminine experiences? How long would it be before I had the complete life experiences of this girl? Elle now handed me a matching bra, and helped me put it on. Again, I was flooded with memories linked to wearing a bra. I remembered wearing an cleavage enhancing bra when I attended a big party wearing a short skirt and a low cut top, and being so happy with the way it made my breasts look. I also remembered trying a wonderbra on for the first time, after my body had matured, and how feeling two sizes larger made me feel so bulky and how everyone seemed to stare at me. It had made me feel uncomfortable. I had nice large breasts naturally, but the wonderbra had made them too big for comfort. I was glad that I was only a C cup. That size was just right for me, not too big, not too small. Elle handed me a skirt, which I stepped into, and she zipped up. Memories of learning to dance, and twirling in my skirt came to mind. And the cute little pleated skirt I got to wear when I was a cheerleader in high school. Memories of going out to the clubs in a leather miniskirt arose, as did ones of my favorite black skirt I had worn in college where I had studied... veterinary medicine. That's right, it was all coming back now. I loved animals so much from the farm, I had wanted to be a vet so I could help them. I was so lost in my memories that I hardly noticed Elle stuffing by bra with folded towels, or her putting a blouse on me. She led me back to Madam H., and had me stand before the mirror. "What do you see now?" she asked. I was admiring how I looked with my bra bulging under my blouse, and thought how pretty it made me feel. I hated the figure my body had. I would have to work on that... "What do you see!" she shouted. "Um, what am I doing in these clothes?" I said. "Oh yeah, Elle was going to dress me up. But I don't remember..." "She must have taken over control." said Madam H. "Now that she is closer to the surface, we can talk with her. Look into the mirror. What do you see?" I saw myself looking foolish in women's clothes. I blushed. But when I looked at my face, I saw another image superimposed over mine. The face of a pretty young woman. It was faint, but it was there all right. Her movements in the mirror were in sync with mine. When I blinked, she blinked. When I moved to the side, so did she. Was she synching to my movements, or was I synching to hers? "I see a faint image of a girl's face as well as mine in the mirror." I said unbelievingly. "Yes. She is there now. We can talk to her. What do you know about her?" she asked. "Well, I know that she liked to dance and dress up. She grew up loving horses at her uncle's farm, so she went to college to become a vet. She was a cheerleader. That's about all the specifics I know." "Good, good. Look into her eyes in the mirror, and ask her name." "Who are you?" I said, looking at myself (and her ghost image) in the mirror. I saw my mouth move, and heard words coming back, but it wasn't me speaking. It was Her. I could see and hear everything, but I had no control of myself at all. "My name is Sarah." she said through me. "I died ten years ago, but I have gathered my strength, and I am ready to come back into the physical world." "Why you doing this?" asked Madam H. "I have a destiny. I will give birth to a daughter. One day, she will bring true equality to women in this country, and the whole world. My spirit cannot rest until she is born." "Why you chosen this man?" she said. "I waited to find the right portal to renter the world. I did not want to ruin the life of a woman, so I needed a man. He not only broke his girlfriend's heart by dumping her, but he fails to recognize the superiority of women. He has the right body size. His weak male mind is easy to feminize. He was a natural choice." "He does not want you. We can find a better home for you." "No. He is the one. Soon, he will be me, and you can do nothing to stop it." Madam H. started to chant in her native language, so that I could not understand it. I saw a worried look on Sarah's face in the mirror. Madam H. started to move around me, waving her arms. Sarah made me raise my arms up, but a flash of white light radiated out from me, and I blanked out for a moment. I was me again! I didn't see her face in the mirror anymore! She was gone! I was cured! Madam H. was exhausted, and fell to the floor. Elle ran to her, held her in her arms, and gave her water to drink. "You should go now." said Elle. "Come back tomorrow, please." I nodded, and headed home. On the way, I felt so happy that I was almost skipping. I grinned from ear to ear as I walked into my door at home. I was free now. I hoped the old woman was all right, she had helped me so much. I would have to do something special for her when I returned. And for her daughter, who had been nice to me as well. Perhaps I'd send them some flowers that afternoon. I walked into my bedroom, and sighed as I set down on the soft bed. I looked at myself in the mirror, and that's when it hit me: I was still wearing Elle's clothes! I had just walked home in front of who knows how many people, and I was dressed as a girl! And I hadn't even noticed. It was like it felt natural. Uh oh. This wasn't good. I looked closer in the mirror, and I could see her still staring back at me. She wasn't gone, she had just tricked me into thinking she was. Then I heard a voice talk to me, although I was alone. I looked around, but there was nobody else. The voice was in my head. I could hear her voice speaking within me now. "You shouldn't have tried to get rid of me." she said. "Don't ever try anything like that again, or you'll regret it." "Please stop this." I begged. "I don't want to become you." "Yes you do!" she replied eagerly. "You just don't know it yet. Deep inside, you *want* to be a girl." No way! I'd never want this! I had to fight her. "Don't try to resist. Don't try to fight." she said softly. "I have you now, and you might as well accept your femininity." "I'm not going to let you..." I started, but she cut me off. "Remember brushing Suzanna's coat in the stables?" she asked. I remembered vividly about my horse. I remembered taking care of her, feeding her, brushing her, and cleaning her stall in the barn. I remembered how free I felt when I was riding, and how after enough time, she would turn just as I wanted, just by me moving ever so slightly. It was like she would know where I wanted to go, and do it. That brought back more memories of the farm in the summer, running through the hay fields, sitting by the campfire, letting my hair grow long that summer, and having it flow in the wind. I had picked wild blueberries, and ate so many that I got sick. I ruined a pretty dress running through the woods, getting snagged on thorns. But I had seen a doe, and wanted to follow it... I snapped back to the present, and discovered that I was in the tub, half way through shaving my legs. What is going on? "Welcome back." she said. "See, I can divert your mind, then take over any time I want to. You will lose yourself in my memories, and I am free to use your body for whatever I want. Once my memories are in your mind, you cannot forget them. My thoughts will flow into you, until your mind is completely filled with mine. My thoughts, my memories, my very soul will flow into your head until there is nothing left of you. You can fight me, or you can just accept that you're becoming me. If you give yourself over to me freely, it will be a lot easier on you." "No..." I said. "It's like a boulder rolling down a hill." she continued. "Once it gathers momentum, it goes faster and faster, until there is no way to stop it. You long ago passed the point of no return. You *are* becoming me. You're becoming female. You are going to be a woman, and there is nothing you can do about it. Now finish shaving your legs!" I didn't want to, but slowly my arm started moving. I tried to stop it, but I could not help but to obey her. She controlled my movements, and made me do exactly as she pleased. The thought entered my mind that I did look silly only half shaved, so I might as well complete the job. Did I think that on my own, or did she force that thought on me too? I just had a feminine thought in my own mind! Not her thought, but a thought of my own. I felt so helpless! I finished the job, then set about shaving my chest and my armpits too, until there was no body hair left on me, anywhere but between my legs. I got out of the tub, cleaned the hair out of the drain, and dried off. "Good girl!" she said. "I'm not a girl!" I replied angrily. "Why can't you just accept the fact that you are." she said "And enjoy your new gender? Why do you want to suffer?" I had to fight. No way was I going to give up. I wanted to go put my own clothes on, but against my will, I found myself putting Elle's panties and my bra back on, and then looked at myself in the mirror. Besides seeing her face over mine in the mirror, I noticed that I could see her shoulders and chest now too. I turned sideways, and saw a ghost image of her breasts sticking out. "Those are my breasts!" I thought. No! They weren't! She was forcing thoughts into my mind. How could she do that? I was having more feminine thoughts. No! "You won't accept becoming a woman yet," she said, "so I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, that you must always obey me. Tell me that you wish you had breasts like you see in the mirror." "No way!" I refused, but then a thought formed in my mind. "I wish I had breasts like that." This made me shudder, because I knew I didn't really want them. I resisted with all my will, but I found myself saying aloud: "I wish I had big breasts." And I really did wish it now! With all my heart, I yearned to have big breasts, like I saw in the mirror. More then anything, I wanted them. I said it aloud again: "I really wish I had breasts, like I see in the mirror! Please, I'd do anything to have them!" As I looked in the mirror, I started to see my own form shifting, moving closer and closer to that of hers in the mirror. Cells remaking themselves, reknitting into a new form. I looked down and saw that my breasts were slowly swelling up to fill the bra. I felt a warm glow in my chest. My shoulders were shrinking, and my arms getting thinner. It ran all the way down to my fingers, which were becoming shorter and more slender. I felt excited. I felt proud. I was getting the breasts that I wished for! Looking in the mirror, my image from the neck to the midriff was almost an exact match to hers now. Soon, there was no difference to detect. I touched my breasts, and they were real. I now felt the weight of them pulling on my bra straps. It made the bra feel much different than it had when it was just stuffed with towels. Now it pulled up on my large tits, supported them, and shaped them. I remembered that feeling in the back of my mind somewhere. It was as if I had *missed* the sensation, and felt comforted that it was back again. I turned to look at myself in profile. I had a beautiful bust line. I gasped. "Yes." she moaned. "That's better." I touched my breasts again, gently caressing them, feeling the areola and the nipples, which were now erect. It was a wonderful sensation, and really turned me on. I could not believe it, but I had breasts now. Me! "Now you have something to always remind you that you are really a girl. No matter what you do from now on, you have breasts! I hope you like wearing a bra, because you're going to always need one for the rest of your life." I eagerly put the skirt and blouse on again, and looked in the mirror. With real breasts along with small feminine arms and shoulders, the blouse now fit correctly, and I looked a whole lot better, and made me feel pretty. "Yes, see how nice that looks? Don't you just love being a girl?" she said. "No!" I yelled, grabbing back control of my thoughts. "Stop. Please!" "Sorry babe," she said, "but I'm just getting started. Now remember, if I tell you to do something, just do it." "No!" I said. "And why do guys make such a deal about boobs? I mean they're made for feeding your baby when she's born. Why do you make such a fuss about them?" She never really gave me a chance to answer. "Now obey me! Say that you're a girl." she said. "Now!" "I am *not* a girl!" I replied. "And I'm not becoming one!" "Then why do you have such lovely breasts? Why do you have so many feminine thoughts? You were the one who wished for the breasts. You *do* want to be a girl, don't you?" "You made me wish it!" I said, starting to cry. "Aw, all emotional and crying. Just like a girl." I was crying, feeling so upset. I was waiting for her to make the next move, but I noticed something. I not only had access to her memories (as well as my own), but I could access her feelings as well. She was very tired from making me undergo the physical change, and didn't have the strength to force my will. She was resting, trying to gather her strength. This was my chance! "What are you going to do?" she asked. "You've got tits now babe. If you go out anywhere, you've got to dress like a girl. If you go to see a friend, they'll see your face, but my boobs. Do you think you can really go out of this house? Now obey me, and tell me that you're a girl!" I decided to go to my computer, and try to do some research on web. Perhaps there was something out there. I walked over to my computer, and sat down. I booted up, and logged on. I surfed the web for a while, but there was no real information on something like this. I guess I took too long to try to find something, because I could feel her becoming stronger and stronger within me. In fact, after about an hour, I shut my system down. I didn't know why I was doing this, it just happened. It was like watching a movie of myself. I felt everything, but didn't have any control over what was going on. I was just along for the ride, like I was just watching. "Lets see," she said. "I can see your memories too, you know. Ah, here's your ATM PIN number. Ooh, and your platinum credit cards have high limits. This is going to be fun." "What are you doing?" I said. "Oh, and look here. You have some real kinky fantasies. You dirty boy! After you become a woman, you'll get to see how that makes a girl feel, when you're in bed with your next lover!" "Stop!" I yelled. "What are..." suddenly, I couldn't talk any more. My voice stopped responding to my commands. "That's better." she said. "Too noisy. If you won't obey me, and tell me that you're a girl, I won't let you speak." I could still think, but I was losing more and more control. Every moment, I could feel her going through my body and my brain, taking over function after function. I could feel her wrapping herself through my thoughts, surrounding me, dominating me. How much longer would I still be able to even control my own thinking? It was getting harder and harder all the time to resist her. It would be so easy just to give in. But I couldn't let myself do that. I had to fight like a man! "You don't get it, do you." she said. "Oh well, if you won't obey me willingly, then I'll have to crush you like a peanut shell." "Stop this. Please stop!" I pleaded, to no avail. "Tell me you wish you had a pretty face." she said. I refused, and tried to steel my resolve. I knew what was coming next. Against my will, a thought formed in my brain. "I wish I had a pretty face." I thought. Then I said it out loud. I couldn't get the thought out of my head. I really wished with all my heart that I was pretty. I looked in the computer monitor at my reflection. I could see my reflection, with hers superimposed. "That's my face!" I thought when I saw hers. From the neck up, I was now starting to morph, to change, becoming more and more like her. It was gradual, but fast enough that I knew in just a few more minutes, my face would become hers. I was becoming pretty. My hair was getting longer, my jaw line and cheek bones where changing too. You could no longer tell that I was me. Soon the transformation was complete. I had a pretty feminine face. Her face. From the navel up, I was a girl! No!!!! "There. Just like you wanted. You're pretty now! Just like you wished for." "No!" I yelled. But her thoughts and feelings kept filling my mind. I felt a strong desire to make myself look feminine and sexy. I wanted to dress up in something hotter than then conservative attire I had on now. I wanted to dress up like the hottie that I was! "Now let's see, I can do some shopping, run up charges to your full credit limit, and get myself a whole new wardrobe!" she cooed. "How are you going to pay for it?" I thought. "Silly!" she said. "Once you've become me, *you* won't exist anymore! There won't be a man here next month to pay the bills, just a girl. I'll move out before the collectors arrive. You'll be a girl with a nice new wardrobe, thanks to your credit cards." I felt a chill go up my spine, and as I shook my head, I felt my long hair move too. I *was* really becoming a girl now. I was pretty, I had large breasts. I had as many feminine thoughts going in my head as I did my own. I saw my reflection in the monitor again, a real woman looking back at me. I unbuttoned my blouse, and stared at my pretty face, and large breasts which seemed to be bursting from my bra. Elle was only a B cup, but Sarah was at least a 36C, so the little bra wasn't enough for what I needed now. Seeing a hot chick undressing in front of me was turning on my male parts between my legs. I was almost unconsciously rubbing myself, building up a rhythm as I stared at the lush full breasts, long hair, and pretty face. I was gasping as I rubbed harder and harder. It built up until finally I climaxed and had my release. As I panted to catch my breath, I heard her voice within me again. "That was pretty good," she said. "but wait until you feel female orgasm honey. Once you experience orgasm as a girl, you'll never want to go back!" I shuddered. I couldn't handle this. What was next? How could it get any worse? Well, as it turns out, it did get a lot worse; we were about to go power shopping. I took off my panties and wiped of the semen from my groin, I grabbed my credit cards, and struggled futilely as she forced me to walk out the door, and head to my car. I wasn't wearing any underwear, and I could feel each puff of wind under my skirt all the way up at my genitals. "The changes up top are enough that you'd pass for female anywhere." she said. "And now that you're flaccid, you won't give away anything down low for a while, so we're going to the mall." I felt dizzy. "Don't worry." she said. "That's just all the estrogen hitting you for the first time. Your ovaries are working overtime putting out all they can, since your cells are so thirsty for it." My ovaries? I was really scared now. "Oh yes, your ovaries!" she cut in, being able to hear my innermost thoughts. "You'll have a uterus soon too, and a vagina, the works! You're becoming a real girl. How else are you going to get pregnant?" Still against my will, and under her control, I drove to the mall, got out, and hit the stores. The first place we went was Victoria's Secret to purchase some bigger bras, and some panties, since I wasn't wearing any at that point! It was a relief to finally put some on so that I wasn't naked under my skirt. I never thought I'd feel relieved to put on panties! I also got a lacy red nightie, and several pairs of pantyhose. I took it back to my car so I wouldn't have to carry the bag around all day. "Don't you just love shopping?" she said. "I hate it!" I argued. "No, you love it. You're a chick, and you love shopping. Now tell me!" I was forced to speak the words: "I love shopping!" I said with a broad smile. Next, I went into the department store at the far end, and bought makeup: foundation, blush, eye shadow and liner, mascara, lipstick, lip gloss, makeup remover, night cream, perfume, and a few other little accessories. Then up to women's wear, where I bought a few more skirts, Capri pants, a dress, halter top, some blouses, and a coat. In the shoe department, I bought several cool pairs, ranging from sexy pumps to sandals to knee high leather boots. Finally, I went to accessories for a few purses and other little things which I would need. "I love looking pretty. I love wearing makeup!" I was forced to think in my head. I hated all the time it took to look over so many things. Why did she have to look at seemingly every single combination of clothes in the store? I really hated this, and wanted to get away. But I was only getting started. I dropped all that off in my car, except the purse, which I loaded up with the credit cards and some cash. I expertly applied makeup to my face, since her makeup memories were flooding my mind. When I was done, I looked much more attractive. I put some of the makeup into my purse, and slung it over my shoulder. I marched back into the mall to buy some jewelry! I picked out two rings, a necklace, and got my ears pierced, with two little diamond studs as my starter set. I then got several nail polishes along with emery boards at the nail shop. At the hair salon, I got hairsprays, gels, a brush, and a new blow drier. "You've got long pretty hair, and you need to spend the time to take care of it!" she said. The next stops were some of the cute clothes boutiques in the mall like Express, where I got a dozen new outfits! I bought more skirts, blue jeans, shorts and another pair of Capri pants. I got a bunch of tops, including a really cute red one, with a low plunging neckline. I also found a black top with spaghetti straps, which really looked hot. "I can't wait to get out on the dance floor in this outfit!" I thought. "I'll be the hottest chick out there!" I hated having thoughts forced into my mind, let alone ones like that! How could she do this to me? I was loaded with bags and bags again. I picked out a hot yellow sundress, paid for it, then headed back to my car. "Isn't that dress just yummy?" she said. "No!" I thought back to her. "I'm not going to wear that in public!" "Yes you are dear. In fact, you're going to put it on when we get home." "No way!" I said. That's when it hit: a huge pain came across me, going all the way through my back, making me double over. "Tell me you like the dress" she said. "What is that?" I gasped. "Oh, that's just the pain from the cramps you're going to feel when you have your period. I've just amplified it a bit. I think your female sex organs inside are almost functional. Soon you're going to menstruate, and have your first period! Isn't that exciting?" "I... I..." I didn't even know what to think. "Now tell me you like that dress, and you're excited about all these clothes." "Okay, okay! I love the dress. I want to wear it. Just tell me, why did I have to buy so many clothes? How many outfits do you need?" I carried the latest set of bags out to the car. "A girl needs lots of choices and lots of outfits." she said. "Some days you're going to want to wear a nice dress to go out; but some nights you'll want to 'slut out' and show off your boobs. Different outfits go with different shoes. That green top you bought only goes with a few of the skirts and pants. You need lots of options, depending on your mood. Why don't men understand anything about dressing up? You go around with just one pair of shoes, when you should have dozens!" And speaking of shoes, that was next on the list. I bought a pair of cross trainers for jogging (along with workout outfits, sports bras and a pair of sweats) at the Nike store. Next I purchased a few little things like a teddy bear, candles, a flowery Monet poster, and a little baby doll. I really needed a new home decor, and there were a lot of little touches I would need to add to my place. At the drug store in the east end of the mall, I bought a few items from the "feminine care" section. I got tampons, panty liners (with wings), and a douche. I bought deodorants made for women, shampoo, conditioner, and other little things I'd need for my bathroom, now that I was turning into a woman. "There," she said, "doesn't that feel so great to go on a shopping spree?" Her feelings of joy, satisfaction, and eagerness to wear the new clothes transferred into me, and they were as heartfelt for me as anything I had ever felt on my own. Her joy was my joy, her feelings mine. At first, when she had made me feel her feelings, I was able to put up some resistance, and it took a lot of effort on her part to make me sense them. But now, they flowed easily, and I could do nothing about it. Feelings I might have had were being buried, behind the onslaught of hers. They flowed into me like water now; the floodgates had burst, and there was no way to hold back anymore. "I think I'm close enough to your credit limit," she said. "so we're going home!" It might have also been because there was no more room in my car for any more bags! It took several trips to unload it all into my place once I got home. I carefully unpacked it all, and put it into my dresser and closet. As I did this, I threw out all of my men's clothes. "You won't be needing these anymore." she said. "We'll give them to the poor. No sense wasting them, even if they are just men's clothes. Perhaps I'll keep a few T-shirts for wearing at night." She also threw out any manly things in my room, like trophies, sports memorabilia, and such. She put up the poster and arranged the things we had bought. "It looks like a girl's room." I thought. "Of course it does." she replied. "It's your room, and you're a girl." "No I'm not!" I said, but I knew I was losing the argument. She moved a few things about here and there, and sprayed perfume into the air to change the scent of the room. Having taken control of me for so long, I could feel that she was weakening, and I was able to take over for the first time in a while. "I told you not to do that!" she snapped. "Either obey me now, or you will be sorry." "I won't obey you!" I thought. "I'm not going to let you do this." "What are you going to do? Where can you go? Accept it. You're a girl. Tell me that you are." I ignored her, and went to the phone. I needed to call somebody, but who? I decided to call information and get Madam H's number. "What city and state?" asked the operator. I told him. "What listing?" he said "Hrbovsky" I replied. "Can you spell that ma'am?" he said. Ma'am? Oh no, my voice was female now too. "Ma'am? Are you still there?" I hung up. I was in shock. My own voice was feminine now, and even the man on the phone thought I was a girl. All the salespeople at the stores had thought I was a girl, but that was when she was in control. But now that I was running things, it was a shock to have someone else think I was female. "I think I *am* a girl." I said in horror and disbelief. "I am a girl." "There, that's better." said Sarah. "Now you're starting to accept the truth. Now we just need a few more last adjustments!" I didn't know what she meant, because the room looked fine to me. But I had misunderstood her; she wasn't talking about the room now. She made me undress (putting my clothes neatly into the hamper, (instead of throwing them on the floor like I would have done before), and made me put on the new sexy nightie from Victoria's Secret, with nothing else on. As I pulled it down over my head, I picked up my brush, and started to do my hair. "One hundred strokes each night to keep it looking nice." she said. After I brushed my hair, I painted my fingernails in a nice bright red. Two coats, then a clear sealer to make them last. My nails were too short, but they would grow out in time. Once I was satisfied that they were fully dry, I did my toenails too, in purple. My legs seemed wrong for the rest of my body. And I didn't have any curves because my hips were too straight. "I wish I had sexy legs and curves." I said out loud. No! I didn't think that! Why did she just make me say that? I didn't want curves. Help! I could only watch, and see as my feet were now much smaller and feminine. The effect had also gone up my ankles, and was inching it's way up my legs. I pulled up my nightie to watch as my legs became long, beautiful female legs. I had already shaved them, so they were silky and sexy looking. My hips were widening and my waist shrinking, as the change reached close to my groin area. "I'm glad you're finally accepting it." she said. "It must be hard for you, becoming a woman this way. You'll be glad when the change is complete. You'll think of this as the best day in your life, when you were feminized and reborn a woman." I am not accepting it! No! NO! NO!!!! I thought that she was going to be too tired to keep going, but finally, the last, worst stage came. A thought started to form in my mind. I knew it was coming, and struggled so hard against it. I tried to fill my mind with thoughts of other things. I held my breath. I tried to scream. No! I can't think it! But it was no use. Not only did the terrible thought come, but also a feeling filled my heart that I actually wanted it. "I wish..." I said, gasping, trying not to say it, "...I wish I was a real woman. I wish that I had a vagina!" I said enthusiastically. I said it again and again, more excitedly. I watched in horror as my penis started to shrink, and pull back inside. Over the course of the next five minutes, I could only stare as it disappeared from view, and my female genitalia formed. Instead of the normal bulge between my legs, I was now flat in the front! It was inconceivable. I looked in the mirror, at all angles, but it was real. It was true. I had a pussy now. A real one. Me! I was a girl! Just like the babe on the cover of the swimsuit catalog on the coffee table. I was just like her. I was one of them now. A girl. "There, now you're a real woman!" she said. "And *you* wished for it yourself!" I reached down with a mix of fear, horror and curiosity to touch my new labia. The delicate sensation was indescribable. I felt scared and repulsed, but I also felt a need to explore my new plumbing. I couldn't stop myself. She must have been too exhausted after forcing the physical changes on me, because I didn't hear her, and I was in full control (for the time being at least). After exploring for a few moments, my finger worked its way to the top of my new slit, and I worked my way around until I found my clitoris. I caressed it, touched it, massaged it. I felt a warm surge between my legs. "Ooh, you're getting wet!" said Sarah's voice in my head. I couldn't stop. It felt so good. She did nothing to take over, and just let me keep going at myself. The fingers on my right hand were plunging into my vagina, while my left hand started to caress my erect nipples on my big breasts. A warm pulse starting at my center passed over me, and through me, followed by wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Unbelievable! And it kept going, and going. "I forgot to tell you, I'm multi-orgasmic." she said. I was too stunned by the feeling to even reply. "Here, let me drive for a while." she said. I was so awed from feeling the female orgasms, that I didn't even resist her this time. Instead of being forced to do something against my will this time, she gave me pleasure. She proceeded to show me the difference between a clitoral orgasm, a vaginal orgasm, and even a different one from the elusive G-spot. I was in heaven. "Yes, yes!" I screamed. I moaned. I was a woman! Yes! YES! Wow was this good. "Kind of makes your male orgasm feel like stubbing your toe in comparison, doesn't it?" she said. I had no choice but to agree. Against all logic, against everything I had been fighting back for during the past few days, there was one inescapable conclusion: I loved how it felt being a woman. The feeling of the orgasm was so strong it was addicting. I wanted to feel that way all of the time. Now that I had willingly handed control over to her, it was also very different. Before, I fought each movement, each thought, and every moment was a struggle. But now, we worked as one, and it was so much easier. I didn't care anymore that I wasn't in charge. I just enjoyed every moment, loving the new feelings I was experiencing. I had always loved women, but had viewed them as sex objects. Now I was one myself! I loved how I felt, and I wouldn't go back, even if I could. I took off my nightie, and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a real woman looking back at me. I smiled. There was no sign that this body had ever been male. In every physical way, I was now female. I was a real girl. A woman. I had sexy curves, wonderful full breasts, hot legs, long hair, a pretty face... totally completely feminine. I was a fully functioning woman; I would have my period soon, and would be able to get pregnant. The thought of having my baby made my heart race. I felt a real *physical* need deep inside. I really wanted to give birth. In my mind, I no longer fought with Sarah. She had become too strong, and I had finally accepted my own femininity. Her thoughts and mine started to merge. Instead of us talking back and forth, we thought the exact same thing at the same time. Just like how our images in the mirror merged into one, so did our thoughts. At first, it was the sound of our two distinct voices together in unison. But moment by moment, it unified into one single voice only, the feminine one. "I feel so tired." we thought together, "but this place needs some work. I had better do a few chores before I go to bed. A woman's work is never done!" I sighed. How could men live like such slobs? It only took a little effort, but they were too lazy. Women were so much better in that way, as they were at other things. How did men ever survive without women to help them? I was Sarah now completely. Or *we* were her. I'm not sure which. All I know, is that it was a wonderful feeling as the feminine thoughts completely filled my mind, surrounded me, and washed over me. Like stepping into a hot shower, washing away the dirt and sweat of a hard day, femininity washed over me, cleansed me of any last vestiges of maleness, and left me clean, pure, and exhilarated. Then there were the emotions. It was like a dam had burst, and all the water which had been held up was released at once. For the first time in my life, I *felt*. I don't know if it was the estrogen hitting my brain, or the fact that my mind was now fully feminized, but all the emotions I had kept pent up inside of my burst open and flooded my heart. I laughed, I cried, I smiled. I felt so *free* to be able to really feel for the first time. After finishing the laundry and vacuuming the place, I went to bed, fell asleep, and for the first time, dreamed feminine dreams all night long. I was so happy and content. I woke up in the morning refreshed. I stretched out, and touched myself lightly, not used to the new soft feel of my skin. My hand brushed over, between my legs to check. Yes, I was still really a girl. I was glad. I got up, and took my shower. I shaved my legs, put on scented oils to soothe them, dried off, and went to work on my long hair. I had picked out a nice outfit with a yellow halter top, and white Capri pants. I did my makeup, and looked at myself in the mirror to make sure I had everything right. I put all my money and extra makeup into my new coach bag, along with my car keys. I had a lot of work to do, but first I had a few errands to run. I ate a grapefruit half and a yogurt for breakfast, did a final fix up in the mirror, then headed out. I was going to need a job, so I went down to the local dress shop to apply. It would take a while for my veterinary credentials to come through, so I had to do something else I liked until I could work as a vet again. I also applied at a restaurant as a hostess, in case they didn't need anyone to sell dresses at the mall. I could always be a waitress for a while if I needed to, but I didn't like that job. As I drove around town, I had a strange feeling come over me. I realized what it was: I had just passed the office where I used to work when I was a man. Why was that so hard to remember. It didn't seem real that I had been a man before (and kind of sick...how could *I* have ever been male?). Perhaps I had imagined all of that. I pulled up to Madam H's place, and went into the entry room. Elle was there, and greeted me. "Sorry Miss, but my mother is ill, so we are closed today." "That's all right." I said. "Actually, I'm here to see you Elle. You asked me to come here again today." "What?" she asked. "I've never seen you before. I don't remember asking you." "I wanted to return the clothes you lent me yesterday." I handed her the bag holding the panties, bra, blouse and skirt she had given me to wear yesterday. There were now neatly washed and folded. I had also put a small bottle of perfume in the bag as well, as a little thank you. She started at the clothes for a few moments, then a flash of recognition came across her face. "You're that guy who was here yesterday?" I looked down, a little ashamed, thinking of myself as a guy. "I wanted to thank you so much. You were so kind to me Elle. We're about the same size, so your clothes fit me just fine. I wanted to make sure you got them back." "Thanks!" she said. "And thank you so much for the perfume! It's my favorite." We chatted a while, and I could tell that we would be friends. Its wonderful how women are like that; two strangers can just start talking and strike up a relationship in no time. Men don't talk that way. It's like pulling teeth to get them to really *talk*. "When you were here yesterday, and said that you were becoming a woman, I didn't believe you at first." said Elle. "But you were right. I didn't think it was possible." "I have always been a woman" I said. "My body just needed to catch up." "You said that your daughter was going to bring equality to women of the world. What do you mean by that? How is she going to do that?" "I lied a little." I admitted. "Actually, she's going to lead women to rule over men, so that they exist just to serve *us*. Women will rule the world soon." She smiled. Yes, it was great to be a woman, and soon we *would* take over. I couldn't wait. We talked for an hour over tea, and got to know each other a bit more. We had so much in common, and decided that we should hang out together. Next weekend she knew of a party where I could meet some cute guys. When we said good-bye, we promised to keep in touch with each other. I had lots of things to do today, like finding a job, a new place to live, and settling in so I could get ready. I had to find someone to get me pregnant, so I could have my baby. My deep feminine need to nurture a daughter was the driving force which would guide me from now on. In my head, I went through lists of names for my daughter, and dreamed of holding her in my arms, letting her suckle my breasts. Perhaps I'd name her Elle, after my new friend. I sighed, and drove off to begin my busy day...