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Waiting to Happen 2: The MtF
By Lucy Lord
Caroline looked around one last time to make sure she was
unobserved before slipping into the unobtrusive building.
She quickly gave that month's password to the suspicious
looking security guard and made towards the conference
room, relishing the feel of the guard's eyes on her behind.
Even at forty-five years of age and having come straight
from work, she knew she looked good.
The meeting had started by the time she arrived and she
tried to slip in quietly, although Sarah's reproachful gaze
was upon her. Sarah, the chairwoman, had been the only
member of the Militant Transsexual Front (MtF) not to take
one of Doctor Whitley's pills when they became available,
some six months ago. This betrayal to the cause was put
down to the fact that Sarah had a young wife and family and
couldn't make a full-time change. Yet many more members had
made much greater sacrifices to the cause... there was a
general feeling that Sarah's leadership of the small group
would be short-lived.
Sarah - "Now, if we can just run through the minutes of our
last meeting..."
Caroline felt herself glazing over. The minutes quickly
became hours as bureaucracy blended into bureaucracy. When
she had joined the MtF she had expected something a bit
more... well, militant... She was shocked out of her
reverie by a sharp voice.
Sarah - "As I was saying, Caroline in particular has
requested a large amount of funds for her own pet project.
My notes say you were allocated a TT Pill, a Maxi-Pill and
an Antidote. Can you report back any results?"
It was her big moment.
Caroline - "As you are all aware, I am currently employed
as headmistress of Rushfield Comprehensive School on the
outskirts of town. The children are not aware of my former
identity. However, there was one particularly nasty child
there called Terence Everett who made life a living hell
for one of my pupils who had recently come out as
transgendered."
"I summoned Terence to my office for the third or fourth
time that month one Monday, after he had pushed the pupil
in question into a wall. Once again I asked him how he
would feel in a similar position, trapped in a gender he
felt was inappropriate to his body. When his answer was in
the offensive I calmly asked him if he wanted a drink of
water, which I had laced with the 'Targeted Transform' Pill
that the programme had kindly provided me with and I had
saved for just such a situation. The boy drunk the water,
after which I told him off some more for effect and sent
him on his way."
"Some minutes later I had an internal phone-call from the
school nurse to say that Terence had been taken ill and was
asking to see me. I hurried down to the sick bay, not
wanting the nurse to examine the boy too closely. When I
entered the boy was quite inconsolable, screaming at me and
shouting insults. Asking the nurse for privacy I instructed
Terence in my sternest voice to behave, or else there truly
was nothing I could do for him."
"After he had calmed down I asked him what was wrong. He
seemed to think that I already knew and, as I affected
innocence he hiked down his school trousers and boxer
shorts to display his genitals, which, as I had hoped, had
become female. The rest of his body was unchanged; it was
just that his penis and testicles had completely
disappeared to be replaced by a perfectly formed vagina.
Struggling to conceal my triumphant mirth I asked him how
this had happened. 'You know' he told me, 'you did this to
me'. 'Perfectly true', I conceded, checking nobody was
listening, 'and you will spend the day like this, until I
am convinced you have learnt the error of your ways.
Perhaps you will better appreciate how it is now to be
cursed with the wrong genitals.' I made to leave, ignoring
his outraged shouts. Then, as an afterthought, 'Oh, and
Terence, if you tell anyone about this I can easily make
sure you stay that way forever. And you may want to change
into these.' And I tossed him a pair of sexy sheer black
thong panties."
Caroline paused for laughter and appreciative applause
before continuing.
"Later that day I asked his teachers how Terence had been
getting on. All were astounded at his perfect, subdued
behaviour and, knowing we had had words, asked me my
secret. I told them that the boy needed strong discipline,
but if only they knew! At the end of the day Terence came
to my office as I had instructed him. 'So how are you
finding your new plumbing?' I asked him with a kindly tone
of voice. Gazing at the floor he refused to answer me.
'Well?' I prompted, smiling but with a note of steel in my
voice. 'I hate sitting down to pee' he grunted. Next I
instructed him to remove his trousers. He gave me a surly
gaze and looked as if he was going to argue, but then
thought better of it and complied. 'Very pretty,' I told
him as he modelled the snug-fitting panties, 'You may go
home now.' Predictably he started to scream at me but I
fixed him with a haughty look and told him he would be
wearing a girl's uniform to school tomorrow if he took that
tone with me again. Instantly cowed the boy started to
trudge his miserable way home. 'Oh Terence,' I called after
him, 'Remember I can easily give you a nice pair of boobs
to go with that lovely pussy if I want to. Perhaps you
would look nice with pigtails! Also, you are too tall for a
girl, perhaps I can change that as well! Do what I say or
you'll get all of that and more!' Of course, he didn't know
I was lying, that the other pill I could use on him was an
all-or-nothing affair and that more 'TT Pills' to enforce
those changes would almost bankrupt our small group,
considering the inflated fees Doctor Whitley charges.
Still, the frightened look he shot at me on the way out was
pure gold!"
"I made him hang on to the end of the week whilst I made my
decision. Every day after school he would come to my
office. He had taken to borrowing his sister's panties to
wear to school, after one day back in boxer shorts, the
second day after his initial transformation. When I asked
him why he said that his normal pants were uncomfortable.
My, how I laughed at that. This big, butch bully stood in
front of me, wearing his sister's g-string and begging me
to give his penis back! Thursday afternoon was, as at most
good schools, games. Of course, I couldn't compromise this
organisation by allowing the possibility of Terence being
exposed in the changing rooms. Imagine the furore if a
fifteen-year old boy was discovered by his classmates to be
wearing girl's knickers to school! Much less, of course,
how I would explain the consequences of any more detailed
investigation into the boy's genitalia. He spent that
afternoon in my office - I put him to work sewing, which he
hated of course, and was terribly bad at. Whatever else he
will become, it will not be a seamstress! By the end of the
week I was still undecided as to his fate. He knocked on my
door as usual after school, and my special guest quickly
ducked into the en-suite bathroom connected to my office so
as not to be seen."
A horrified quiet instantly fell around the table and some
of the MtF board members gasped 'Tyrone!!' under their
breaths.
Caroline continued - "Terence walked in and began to take
off his trousers as I always instructed him to do upon
entry. I quickly stopped him. 'Well, Terence, it's the end
of the week and I have yet to make a decision on your
progress. Whilst you have made some progress it is not
necessarily enough, and I am unwilling to let this business
drag on any longer. Your teachers have informed me that
over the last few days you have gradually lost the focus
that made your time so profitable earlier this week. I have
no guarantee that if I restore your manhood you won't
simply regress back to being the horrible teenager you once
were.' He started to protest passionately at this, but I
held up a hand for silence. 'You are fifteen Terence, these
are your formative years. The path you decide upon now will
affect the adult you are to become in ways you cannot
imagine. I am a firm believer in fate, Terence.' With that
I held out my palms to him. Each contained a little white
pill. 'You have not done enough to further incur my wrath
or my benevolence. As such, we will let fate decide your
path in life. One pill will return you to the boy you once
were the other will render your situation... a whole lot
worse.' With an astounding lack of foresight the boy huffed
at me. 'How could it be worse,' he snapped, grabbing one of
the pills out of my hand and swallowing it dry with a
'fucking bitch' aimed at my direction. After that little
performance I was well-pleased he chose the pill that he
did."
"Almost immediately he grabbed his stomach and stared at me
with stricken eyes. 'I don't feel so good' he yelped, and
already he was beginning to change. Within seconds he had
shrunk over a foot in height, from a stately six foot one
to only just over five foot. The structure of his face
seemed to melt before my eyes; his jaw-line softened, his
cheek bones became more defined, his lips and eyelashes
fuller. His dark hair was suddenly cascading down his back,
a great mane that flowed almost to his ass that was
becoming small, round and perfectly pert. Even more amazing
was the growth of his chest, which was suddenly rising
unbidden through the tight material of his shirt, ripping
it under the armpits. His small, dark nipples poked through
the thin cotton and I don't know what delighted me more,
them or the stricken look on his face."
"Within seconds it was over. We have all seen the Maxi-Pill
perform before (even you, Sarah!) but this transformation
was extraordinary, possibly due to the subject's youth.
Where there had been an insolent, naughty, horrible little
schoolboy there now stood the sexiest little slut I had
ever clapped eyes upon, barely 120 pounds and with boobs
that would have looked ridiculous on such a skinny looking
body had they not been so wonderfully, marvellously
beautiful. I haven't considered myself a man for well over
twenty years, but even I felt my passions stirred by such a
fantastic creature, who even now was breaking down into a
sobbing little pool on the floor of my office. 'Stand up
this moment!' I bellowed at him and marvelled at how
quickly he mustered himself and sprung up to his
unimpressive full height, perhaps believing I would relent
and grant him the sanctuary of the other pill. No chance,
especially at ?10,000 a pop!"
"As he stood up his school trousers, now several sizes too
small, slid to the floor revealing his perfect, hairless
legs and sexy underwear. He gazed at me, large round eyes
filling up, oblivious. 'Well Terence,' I said, 'I am sorry
to inform you that you can no longer me a member of this
school in your condition. I don't think it would be wise
for you to go home to your parents either. Luckily for you
I have made contingency plans.' I pressed a button on my
desk and instantly a large black man walked into the room
from his hiding place in the en-suite bathroom. He looked
Terence up and down with ill-concealed delight. 'Woo,
Caroline, you done me proud this time girl!' he whooped,
slapping a bulky brown envelope down on my desk, 'count it,
its all there.' There was no need; I knew Tyrone always
paid in full. He turned to Terence who was wobbling
unsteadily on his feet. 'You get dressed, slut.' He threw
him a bundle of clothes. Almost mechanically Terence bent
down to pick them up and we were treated to the wonderful,
momentary view of his bare derriere, dissected by a tiny
wisp of black silk, pointing at the ceiling."
"Oblivious to our excitement Terence surveyed his outfit.
There was a tiny red micro-skirt which, when it was pulled
on barely covered the end of his buttocks. The miniscule
outfit was completed by a plunging black crop-top, which
was almost indecent, and a pair of black leather knee-high
boots, which easily fit Terence's now tiny feet. Still in
shock, my former pupil pulled on the ensemble and then,
teetering slightly on the two-inch heels, threw up all over
the floor. I could hardly believe there was so much food
concealed within the flat plane of his belly. 'Shit, bitch,
let's get you cleaned up,' Tyrone says, grinning and
slapping Terence's shapely backside. 'Aww, its all in your
hair... this may take a while Caroline, you can leave me to
lock up, you know I'm trustworthy.' 'That I do Tyrone,' I
told him 'Let's do business again sometime.' He was dabbing
at Terence's mouth with a wet cloth as I left, one of his
hands copping a feel of his bottom as he worked. I dimly
heard him say 'Anytime, babe, I may just break this bitch
in before I go' before leaving the pair to it."
The audience sat, entranced.
Eventually Sarah spoke - "So what happened to Terence? I
saw all the hullabaloo in the papers about a missing school
boy, but that was almost a month ago."
Caroline chortled. "Terri, as he is now known, is working
the east-side of the city. I spoke to Tyrone and he made
him dye all that lovely dark hair blonde, which seems a
terrible shame to me. I hear he's making a killing though!
Apparently one of his regular clients is his own father,
which seems kind of cruel to me, but he's Tyrone's girl
now, I suppose. He tried to run away when he first got
there, apparently, but didn't get very far and I don't
think he'll try again... I drove past his patch just the
other night and there was a veritable queue of cars waiting
to see him! Very lovely he looked too in fishnets and a
little skirt and a kind of halter-top thing. He's learnt
how to do his make-up very nicely too, not that he really
needs it... all in all I'd say the operation has been a
complete success. And of course, here's a contribution to
the organisation's coffers."
With that she slid the envelope of money across the table
to Sarah, as well as a small plastic bag containing the
unused antidote pill.
"Funny how few of these we use," murmured the chairwoman,
"Next item, I believe, is Martina and her report on inner-
city prejudice...."
END
Author's note: See if you can spot the link between this
stand-alone story and the original Waiting to Happen... the
full story will be revealed in later instalments... Before
anyone complains that this is too short - It's meant to be
that way! The web is full of rambling stories, which are
fine in moderation but can grate if you're looking for
something a bit succinct.
As always I welcome e-mails and criticism - it doesn't even
have to be
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