The Road To Transition free porn video

THE ROAD TO TRANSITION By Lana B. FORWORD This is a sequel to my story "The Syndicate." Had a blast writing it. Enjoy! This story may not be re-posted without the author's permission. PROLOGUE It was Monday morning and Dr. Alan Pendrake was eager to get down to work. He had eagerly anticipated this day's arrival for the entire weekend because he knew that important decisions would be made about the future of The Transgender Institute, which was, more simply, known as TGI. As president and CEO of TGI Dr. Pendrake had more at stake than anyone. He had the most to win and the most to lose. Pendrake knew that the decisions he would make would affect his finances for years to come. He knew he had to be careful but he was eager to get down to business. As Dr. Pendrake leaned back in the comfortable black leather chair in his well-appointed office in the penthouse suite of the TGI Building in mid-town Manhattan he looked at the wall clock and saw that it was 9:00am. He retrieved his appointment book from his desk and opened it to see that his first meeting was with Dr. Willis Scott at 9:00. Willis Scott was TGI's director of medical research and he was an important cog in the TGI wheel, but more significantly he was someone who Pendrake trusted. Pendrake also considered Willis Scott a friend. For all intents and purposes Dr. Scott was TGI's second-in-command. Dr. Pendrake was immensely fond of mob movies and he liked to regard Willis Scott as his Underboss. Just then the intercom buzzed. Pendrake pushed the button and said, "Yes?" "Dr. Scott has arrived, sir." "Send him in, Irma." Dr. Scott breezed into the room and the two doctors exchanged a warm handshake. "Nice to see you Alan. Hope you had a nice weekend. So what's up?" "Willis, I'll be talking to a number of people today before I make some important policy decisions about the future of TGI. I'd like you to sit in on these meetings. That's why I asked you to keep your calendar open this morning. Is that OK?" "Sure Alan." "Good. Let' s get started. I believe you know that on my instructions The Syndicate has discontinued its activities, right?" "Yes Alan," Dr. Scott answered as he thought of Pendrake's reference to The Syndicate. Willis Scott knew that The Syndicate was an informal steering committee of high-ranking TGI officials who screened and approved "candidates" for sexual reassignment surgeries. But these candidates were forcibly abducted and gender-modified without their consent and against their will. The unfortunate victims were then sold to wealthy gay and bisexual businessmen in Europe and Japan who wanted partners who were biological males but appeared outwardly as females. That way they could, to an extent, openly indulge in their secret vice without compromising their positions in the business community. Dr. Scott also knew that last year Pendrake put a stop to all forcible abductions because an insurance company investigator had come dangerously close to uncovering the existence of The Syndicate. It had turned out that many of the victims had taken out life insurance policies before they?d been abducted and that after the expiration of seven years, long- lost relatives were crawling out from under rocks to have them declared presumed dead so they could collect on the policies. Willis Scott was privy to TGI's financial records and he was aware of the millions of dollars in lost revenue that resulted from the cessation of forcible abductions. "I've taken the leash off The Syndicate, Willis." "But what about the insurance company problem?" "Turns out the solution to the problem wasn't too intricate." Really?" "Yeah. A computer wizard in our records department was able to hack into a national life insurance database. We can now tell if a potential subject has life insurance. If he does we look elsewhere." "So the Syndicate is back in business?" "Yeah. And we're expanding it too." "How do you mean?" "Well, other than the Bill Greene pilot project we've always avoided selling victims to anyone in this country. As you know Willis, most converted subjects accept their transformations after a few years. However some never do. The theory has been that if a subject who hasn't adapted to his transition ever escaped from his owner he may very well be inclined to retaliate. You know, report us to the authorities. Perhaps blackmail us or worse. By largely restricting our transactions to customers in Europe and Asia we've avoided that potential pitfall. Authorities overseas couldn't give a rat's ass about crimes committed outside their jurisdiction. And what's the chance of one of our victims ever making it back to our shores?" "So how are you expanding the Syndicate's operations then?" "We're going to sell Syndicate merchandise to Americans too." "But you implied it was too risky?" "Not anymore. As you know the typical Syndicate victim knows much of what has happened to him. He knows that he has been abducted and then surgically and hormonally modified into a woman. He knows that he was "placed" with a man. He knows that all of this was done to him without his consent. But now Dr. Rivera has told me that his people have come up with a new drug that can actually make the victim believe he wants gender reassignment." "Even if the victim is a heterosexual male with no interest in crossdressing?" "That's what Rivera tells me. In effect he says the drug is a strong brainwashing agent. And that when it's used together with hypnosis he can actually convince a normal male that he's a transsexual." "Really?" "Yeah. So we abduct a male and we use this new drug on him. Now he thinks he's a transsexual who wants to be a woman. So we accommodate him. Then we pair him off with one of our clients. In exchange for a hefty sum of money of course and the client can be an American. Why? Because the victim is happy. He got what he wanted. Or at least what he thought he wanted. So he won't be looking for revenge if he ever escapes. For that matter, he won't even want to escape. He'll be happy in his new persona. In his new life as the woman he always wanted to be." "It sounds promising, Alan." The intercom buzzed. Pendrake pushed the button and said, "Yes?" "Dr. Rivera is here, sir." Pendrake looked at the wall clock and saw that it was 10:00. Rivera was right on time. "Send him in, Irma." Dr. James Rivera entered the room and shook hands with Drs. Pendrake and Scott. At Pendrake's invitation he sat down. "So Jimmy, tell us a little about this new wonder drug your boys have come up with," Pendrake said. "Well Alan, it's called trilladoxalis. It's an extremely powerful suggestive agent. When used together with hypnosis you can effectively brainwash the patient into believing anything. You can convince him that night is day. You can make him believe that he's Spiderman and he'll jump off the TGI Building to prove it. I've never seen a suggestive agent this powerful and effective. And once the suggestive foundation is laid it can last forever. There's appears to be no need for periodic reinforcement." Pendrake had a look of approval on his face and he was pleased with Rivera. He knew that Rivera was a licensed psychologist who specialized in hypnotic and suggestive therapy and that he'd written a number of well-regarded books and essays on the subject. He was a top man in his field and TGI was lucky to have him. "I know we've talked about this before Jimmy but I'd like to discuss it again. Can this drug make a normal heterosexual male who's not a crossdresser believe he's a transsexual?" Pendrake asked. Rivera thought for a few seconds and said, "I don't see why not, Alan." "Well Jimmy, I think you'll get the chance to verify that soon," Pendrake said. "I'll do my best Alan." "I know you will. You always do. You're a good man Jimmy. Look for something extra in your Cayman account." "Thanks, Alan." Rivera left and Pendrake turned to Scott and said, "Well, so far so good." Pendrake walked into the kitchenette and returned with two cups of coffee. He handed one to his associate and they sipped at their cups. The intercom buzzed. Pendrake pushed the button and said, "Yes?" "Ms. Wilkins is here for her 10:30 appointment, sir." "Send her in, Irma." Pamela Wilkins walked in and shook the hands of both doctors. She sat down at Pendrake's request. "First of all I want to convey my congratulations to you, Pamela," Dr. Pendrake said. "I heard that you gave birth to a healthy baby boy last month." "That's right, Dr. Pendrake. Thank you so much." "You know Pamela, you owe a lot to Dr. Scott over here for the advances and discoveries his research division has made." "I know, Dr. Pendrake," Pamela said and then she turned to Willis Scott. "Dr. Scott, I'll forever be grateful to you for what you've done for me. Thank you so very much." "It was my pleasure, Pamela," Dr Scott said. "I'm glad it all worked out well. As Dr. Scott acknowledged Pamela's expression of gratitude he thought back to the landmark surgery he'd performed on her. Pamela was a male-to-female transsexual who'd undergone sexual reassignment surgery and reproductive organ transplantation surgery at TGI. It was Dr. Scott's medical research division that had pioneered the techniques used in the transplantation surgery and it was Dr. Scott himself who'd led the surgical team who performed Pamela's transplantation surgery just 18 months ago. "How's the pilot project expansion coming along, Pamela?" Dr. Pendrake asked. As Pendrake asked the question he thought about the successful results Pamela had achieved in the Bill Greene case. Greene was a crossdresser who had been brainwashed into thinking that he was a transsexual. Under Pamela's guidance he was surgically transformed into a female and sold to a TGI client who was, ironically, a female-to-male transsexual. Pendrake was so pleased with Pamela's results that he gave her permission to employ the same tactics on another ten crossdressers. Pamela turned back to Pendrake and said, "Everything is going fine, sir. We've found ten appropriate candidates and all of them are residing in TGI's male-to-female transsexual ward. I'm hopeful that we'll have excellent results." "Good Pamela. Let me tell you the reason I've asked you here today. I know that you've got a full plate right now but I'm going to ask you to supervise another pilot project. It's similar to the Greene case except that the victim is not a crossdresser. And we don't want to forcibly effect gender conversion." "Not a crossdresser sir? And we don't force gender conversion? Then how do we do it?" "Actually I threw you a bit of a curveball, Pamela. We're going to try to do it solely with very powerful suggestive drugs and hypnosis. Dr. Rivera has a new drug that he thinks will do the trick. We'll brainwash the victim into thinking he's a transsexual and we'll give him what he wants. Then we'll set him up with one of our clients. I'd like you to supervise this, Pamela. It may actually turn out to be much easier than the Greene case. Here the victim will be eager to be transformed into a female." "I'd do anything for TGI, sir. Certainly I'll do it." "Thank you Pamela. We'll provide you with the details soon," Dr. Pendrake said. "You're welcome, sir." It had become apparent to Pamela that Pendrake was finished with her so she said goodbye to both doctors and left. Pendrake looked at Scott and said, "So what do you think about the new direction I'm taking with TGI and the Syndicate?" "Interesting, Alan. And knowing you it'll all succeed." "Thanks Willis. Listen, I've got one more appointment that I've got to take alone. But after that I'm free for the day. Why don't we meet at the country club for lunch? Maybe we can get in nine holes afterwards. Is 1:00 OK?" "Sounds great, Alan. I'll meet you at the club at 1:00." When Scott left, Pendrake sat in his comfortable chair and thought about how well things had been going so far. He had only one more appointment this morning. The one with Tony Rizzo, who'd just become TGI's director of security. As it happened Rizzo was a female-to-male transsexual who'd undergone reassignment and reproductive organ transplantation surgeries. He'd also married Pamela Wilkins and fathered her child. "All in the family," Pendrake said and smiled. Rizzo arrived promptly for his 11:30 appointment and sat down across from Pendrake. "Well Tony, have you found out anything about Alaina?" Dr. Pendrake asked with a look of concern on his face. Alaina was The Syndicate's premiere finder-operative and enforcer and she'd vanished. With the revival of The Syndicate and the expansion of its activities, Alaina would be needed. She handled the tough abductions and quelled the difficult threats. She was Pendrake's Luca Brasi. "Yes, Dr. Pendrake. We've discovered that she's now working for a Yakuza crime lord in Japan by the name of Yoshio Takuma. Apparently she got pissed off when Syndicate abductions were put on hold." "Holy Christ, a Yakuza crime lord? Well, get in touch with her and tell her that we're doing abductions again. Tell her to call me. And in the meantime try to line up someone else to do the difficult dirty work just in case we lose Alaina. Okay Tony?" "You got it Doc. Anything else?" "No, that's it for now." Tony left and Pendrake walked to the wet bar and poured himself a Scotch. He thought about the possibility of losing Alaina. She would be difficult to replace. Pendrake knocked down the Scotch and left for the country club with a look of dismay on his face. PART ONE- THE REPLACEMENT Tony Rizzo sat down in his office at TGI with a look of resignation. Yesterday he'd returned from Japan where he'd seen Alaina. He'd tried to talk her into returning to TGI but had been unsuccessful. He couldn't even convince her to call Pendrake. Alaina had told him that she'd already committed her services to the Japanese crime lord Takuma and would not break the commitment. She'd agreed to a temporary two-year membership in the crime lord's clan and felt morally obliged to honor her word. The best he could get from her was a promise to consider a return to The Syndicate after two years. Getting Alaina back would have been a real feather in Tony's cap but it was just not meant to be. He knew that Pendrake would not be pleased at hearing the news. His next order of business was to find a replacement for her. He knew of no finder-operative currently on The Syndicate's payroll who could capably fill her shoes. Tony looked at his watch and saw that it was almost 2:00pm. In a few minutes he'd interview Sonny Grogan for possible employment as a Syndicate finder- operative. Tony looked at the resume and saw that Grogan was a former New York City police detective. "Hmm," Tony said aloud, "Maybe I've found Alaina's replacement." There was a knock on Tony's door and he said, "Come in." It was Sonny Grogan right on time. ?Off to a good start,? Tony thought. He liked punctuality. They shook hands and Tony said, "Have a seat, Mr. Grogan." Grogan sat down and Tony asked, "I see that you worked for the NewYork City Police Department for 11 years. You were a police officer for 6 years and a detective for 5 years. Why'd you leave?" "The bastards ran me out," Grogan answered who thought again about his experiences with the police department. He was on the take but so was half of the force. He took regular payments from the mob to turn a blind eye to some gambling and prostitution activities and his bosses in the department went after him for it. For some reason they'd singled him out. He'd lost his job and his pension. And he'd gone through all of his money to pay his lawyer in an unsuccessful attempt to fight it. And when the smoke cleared his wife had left him so he was also bitter. "Why?" Tony asked. "Some guy in the mob set me up to stop me from busting his drug ring," Grogan lied. "Listen Rizzo," he continued, "How about telling me about this job you've got for me?" Tony looked at Grogan and considered. He was arrogant and rude but he looked tough too. Tony knew he could use someone like Grogan now that Alaina was gone for God knows how long. "Okay Grogan. Here's the long and the short of it. The job is to grab people. Abduct them. We give you the name and you retrieve the subject and bring him to me. That's the job." "Isn't this place some sex change clinic or something? What do you do to the people I grab? What are you running here, anyway?" "That's not information you need to know right now. Let's take it a step at a time. Just tell me if you're interested." "What's the pay?" "You'll get $65,000 a year to start and a 10% commission for every abduction. Meaning $6,500 for every person you grab. Plus full medical coverage." "I'm not sure I want any medical treatment in this joint,? he laughed but then eased up. ?OK I'll take it. When do I start?" "How about right now," and Tony handed Grogan a manila folder. PART TWO- ABDUCTION Danny Goldman stepped out of the shower and toweled himself dry. He walked into the bedroom and retrieved a pair of boxer shorts from the dresser drawer and slipped them on. He walked to the full-length mirror and gazed at his reflection while he rubbed the towel through his hair to dry it off. He noticed again how short he was at just 5'4" tall. He was disappointed that he would grow no taller because he was 24 years old. It was also his 24th birthday. Danny's "shortness" had always bothered him. When he was in elementary school the other kids made fun of him. They'd called him "shorty" and they'd said he was a midget. And in high school he was always picked last when team members were chosen for basketball and dodge ball games. He loved basketball too and he'd fantasized about being 6'8" tall and playing in the NBA. The irony of it all was that Danny was better at sports than most of the taller kids but time after time he'd been picked last or sometimes not at all. And Danny couldn't understand how he ended up so short. His father had been 5'11" tall and his mother had been 5'8" tall. It didn't make any sense. Thinking of his parents made him sad. Ten years earlier his father was killed in a boating accident and just two years ago his mother was killed when a drunk driver sped through a red light and slammed into her while she was crossing the street. As an only child he'd inherited his parent?s house in Wantagh on Long Island where he continued to live. Danny was otherwise generally pleased with his life. He'd graduated from college 2 years ago and for the last year he'd held a job as a loan officer at the Dime Savings Bank in nearby Merrick. His salary was more than enough to take care of his needs including his mortgage and car payments. If anything saddened Danny more than the tragic deaths of his parents it was the fact that he didn't have a girlfriend. He attributed that to his lack of height because he felt that girls liked tall men and that was something he could not provide. It seemed that even short girls preferred tall men. Danny longed for female companionship and was even thinking of posting a personal ad on the Internet or in a newspaper. But he was embarrassed even thinking about it. What would he say? Short man seeking really short woman? Today was his birthday and he was all alone. He didn't even have anyone he would consider a good friend. "Things will improve," he said aloud as he dressed. He figured he'd drive to Wendy's and pick up some chile and a few cheeseburgers so he got in his Saturn and put in the key. But the car didn?t start and instead he smelled a funny odor before falling unconscious. PART THREE- SUGGESTIVE THERAPY Tony Rizzo rolled the wheelchair into Dr. Rivera's office in the TGI Building. He placed it in front of Rivera's large desk. Dr. Rivera stood up from behind his desk and looked down at the unconscious figure of Danny Goldman comfortably resting in the wheelchair. Rivera said, "So this is the prototype, huh?" "Yeah Doc. Let's see how this new drug of yours works." "Let's revive him first Tony. Give him a shot of this. In his right arm." Dr. Rivera handed the hypodermic needle to Tony and he prepared the other needle with the trilladoxalis as Tony injected Danny. Just as Danny began to stir, Dr. Rivera injected the second needle into Danny's left arm. Dr. Rivera sat back down behind his desk and waited for five minutes as the drug took effect. "Hello Danny. I'm Dr. Rivera. Can you hear me?" "Yeah." "Good. I want you to listen to everything I say?" "Yeah." "Good. You are in The Transgender Institute in New York City. You are here to achieve your life-long dream of becoming a woman. For as long as you can remember you have wanted to be a girl. When you were a child you preferred dolls to sports. You secretly dressed up in your mother's clothes. You've always felt like a woman trapped in a man's body. Isn't that correct Danny?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "I feel like a woman trapped in a man's body." "Good. And you've come here to carry out your dream. You quit your job. And you sold your house and car and you withdrew all your money from the bank to pay for sexual reassignment surgery to become the girl that you always wanted to be. You are penniless now but you don't care because this is what you've wanted for your entire life. This is your dream Danny. That?s why you're here. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "I've wanted to become a girl for my entire life. It's my dream." "That's right. You love to wear women's clothes. You love how you look and feel in a dress, nylons and high heels. You love to wear makeup. You love to wear nail polish on your long nails. You find that these things sexually arouse you. Isn't that right Danny?" "Yeah." "Good. And you want to be a girl, don't you Danny? Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "I want to be a girl." "And you'll do whatever it takes to accomplish that. Won't you Danny?" "Yeah." "Good." Dr. Rivera activated the metronome on his desk and said, "Do you hear the ticking, Danny?" "Yeah." "Whenever you hear 5 ticks of this device you will go into a deep trance. Do you understand me, Danny?" "Yeah." Rivera turned the metronome off at the fourth tick and said, "And when you hear two handclaps you will awake. You will feel refreshed. Okay?" "Yeah." "Good. And when you awake you will remember nothing that I've said because these are all your own ideas. Isn't that right Danny?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "They're my own ideas." "Good." Dr. Rivera activated the metronome and let it tick 5 times. He then clapped his hands twice and Danny opened his eyes wide. "Hi Danny. We've just had our first session. You know, as part of your gender reassignment treatment you have to undergo psychological counseling. You're aware of that, right?" "Yeah. I want to be a girl. It's my life-long dream. I'll do whatever it takes." "Good. And TGI is here to help you achieve that, Danny. Why don't you go to your room now. I'll see you at our next session." Rivera nodded to Tony who escorted Danny out of the doctor's office. Tony brought Danny up to his room in the male-to- female transsexual ward where they were met by Pamela Wilkins, who'd supervised the setup of the room. "Hi Danny. I'm Pamela Wilkins. I'm here to help you. I'm your friend. You know I was just like you. I used to be a man and I had sexual reassignment surgery to become a woman. Just like what you're going to have." "Really Pamela? You know when I was little I wore my mother's dresses and played with dolls. I want to be a girl. It's my life-long dream. I'll do whatever it takes." "I know, sweetie. And we're here to help you. Before you know it you'll be a girl. Why don't you check out your apartment?" As Danny inspected his quarters Pamela turned to Tony and said, "Holy shit. Can you believe it? That stuff Rivera used is amazing. This is gonna be a cakewalk." Danny looked at all the dresses and high heels in the closet. He inspected all the bras, slips, panties and pantyhose he found in the dresser drawers. He saw all the cosmetics and jewelry in his room. He was getting aroused. Danny ran to Pamela and asked, "Wow, is all this stuff mine? Can I try all this stuff on?" "Sure Danny." "Great! You know, Pamela, I love to wear women's clothes. And I want to be a girl." "I know Danny. Say, it's been a long day. Why don't you just turn in for now and I'll see you tomorrow? Goodnight." "Goodnight Pamela." Danny watched as Pamela and Tony left. He realized how tired he was. He heeded her advice and turned in for the night. The next day Pamela was back in Danny's room at 9:00am. She gave him a tube of a special TGI depilatory cream and told him to apply it liberally all over his body except on his head and near his eyes and then to rinse it off in the shower. Fifteen minutes later Danny entered the living room and walked over to Pamela who was sitting on the couch sipping at a cup of coffee. He was wearing a pink silk bathrobe and matching fluffy slippers. "You know that cream really burned for about five minutes, Pamela." "I know. Did you apply it all over your body the way I told you to Danny? Even on your face?" "Yeah." "Good. Now you'll have no hair on your body. Just like a girl. You won't even need to shave any more." "Good. That's just what I want." Pamela then spent the next two hours teaching Danny how to dress and apply makeup. She taught him how to put on nylons without creating a run. And she instructed him on the art of walking in high heels Pamela gazed at Danny and was surprised. He actually looked quite nice. He wore a turquoise cotton dress over the panties, padded bra and nude pantyhose. Pamela looked at his legs that ended in the dark blue leather 3 1/2" pumps and noticed that they looked quite shapely. She figured that his legs would be one of his strong points. And he even looked a little pretty too. Of course the makeup and the long brown wig helped. But Pamela believed that after TGI was finished with him he'd be really attractive. Danny was looking at himself in the full-length mirror. "Wow Pamela. I can't believe it. I look like a girl. It's what I've always wanted." "I know Danny." There was a knock on the door. It was Tony. "Mornin' Danny. It's time for your estrogen shot. You'll get one three times a week. It'll help you turn into a girl." "That's what I want, Tony." *** Three months later and Danny stood naked before the full-length mirror and gazed at his small breasts. He'd found that he needed to wear a training bra now. If he didn't, his breasts could be seen jiggling around under his dress and that would really embarrass him. Danny raised his hands and cupped his breasts from underneath. He felt their weight. They were real and they were his. He said, "It's what I've always wanted." He also noticed that his waist had tapered a bit and his hips had swelled a little. He was starting to develop curves. "My life-long dream," he said. He turned away from the mirror and walked to the dresser. He retrieved and put on a white cotton training bra and matching panties. He then slowly rolled a pair of fleshtone pantyhose up his smooth and hairless legs and secured them around his thinning waist. He was careful to avoid snagging them with his long nails. He then walked to the closet and selected the pink silk dress that he slipped over his head and pulled down onto his body. He reached behind and expertly pulled up the zipper and then he stepped into a pair of matching 3 1/2" leather pumps to round out the outfit. Danny walked to the vanity and sat down to put on his makeup. He saved the pink lipstick for last. He then combed his dark brown hair that had grown well past his ears and completely obscured them. Danny figured that in another month or so his hair would reach his shoulders. As he combed his hair Danny thought about the last three months. He'd been having fun. He was in the process of achieving his life-long dream. He was becoming a girl. He was eager to get it over with but he was trying to be patient. Pamela had told him that it would take about six months to complete. "At least I've reached the half-way point," he said. And he'd found things to do to keep him busy. On Pamela's advice he enrolled in some classes offered by TGI's continuing education department. He took courses in cosmetology, fashion, cooking, housekeeping, sewing and knitting, and feminine hygiene. "All these things will come in handy, Danny, so pay attention in class," Pamela urged as she pointed and shook her forefinger at his face. So Danny carefully listened to the instructors. Danny also spent a good deal of time every day in the exercise room. And when the weather was nice he used the large pool on the roof. He wanted to have a good figure and he wanted to keep fit. And several times a week he and Pamela went to lunch or dinner at one of the nice restaurants in the Underground. Danny didn't mind eating in the cafeteria with some of the other patients with whom he'd become a little friendly but he preferred dining out with Pamela. He finished combing his hair and looked at his nails. They were long and they were pink. He'd just done them yesterday so they were in good shape. They only needed a bit of touch-up filing which he did. Danny held his hands out before him and admired his long nails. He was getting aroused. "My hands are so pretty. It's what I've always wanted," he said. Danny was a little excited today. He was going to see Dr. Rivera for the first time since he'd initially seen him three months ago. He was waiting for Pamela to arrive. She'd be accompanying him to the 10:00 appointment. And tomorrow Danny would be having a little surgery. He wasn't even sure what kind of surgery but Pamela promised she would explain the whole thing. Danny heard the knock on the door and walked over to it. Looking through the peephole he saw that it was Pamela and he let her in. "Mornin' Danny." "Hi Pamela. Listen, I've been thinking about this surgery I'm supposed to have tomorrow. I don't know if I should go through with it. What exactly are they going to do?" Pamela could see that Danny was nervous and agitated over his impending surgery. "We'll discuss it soon but first let's go to see Dr. Rivera. We don't want to be late." Danny sat in front of Dr. Rivera's large desk and watched as he activated the metronome. At the fifth tick he went into a post-hypnotic trance. Dr. Rivera arose from his chair and he walked to Danny and injected the trilladoxalis into his right arm. He returned to his chair and sat back down. As he waited a few minutes for the drug to take effect he considered whether the additional injection was even necessary. But since Danny was the prototype case Rivera wanted to be safe rather than sorry. He would experiment with later patients to see whether only one shot would accomplish the goal. "Do you hear me, Danny?" "Yeah." "Are you nervous about having surgery tomorrow?" "Yeah. A little." "Well you shouldn't be. You know why you shouldn?t be nervous?" "Why?" "Because the surgery will make you look pretty Danny, that's why. And that's something you've always wanted. More than anything else in your whole life you've always wanted to be a pretty girl. Say it Danny." "I?ve always wanted to be a pretty girl." "And I've neglected to mention it Danny but you look pretty in that pink dress today." Danny blushed and softly said, "Thank you." "But tomorrow's surgery will make you look even more pretty, Danny. Very pretty. You want to look very pretty, don't you?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "I want to look very pretty." "Good. Because that is what tomorrow's surgery will accomplish. It will make your face look pretty. It will make your voice sound feminine. And it will make your breasts larger. You want these things, don't you Danny?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny. Tell me what you want." "I want a pretty face. I want a feminine voice. I want larger breasts." "Good. Because that's exactly what the surgery will give you. In fact you?re eager to have this surgery. You can't wait to have it. Say it Danny." "I can't wait to have surgery." Dr. Rivera clapped his hands twice and Danny awoke. He felt refreshed. "Thanks Danny. We'll talk again soon." As Danny got up to leave, Rivera noted the big smile on Pamela's face as she arose from the chair in the back of the room. As Danny walked back to his apartment he tried to remember what he'd talked about with Dr. Rivera. He couldn't recall a thing. But he felt refreshed. Almost invigorated. He turned his thoughts to his impending surgery. He was eager to have it. "You know Pam," he said, "I can't wait to have my surgery tomorrow." So the next morning Danny had the surgery he couldn?t wait to have. Dr. Willis Scott and his surgical team performed a number of cosmetic surgical procedures to make Danny's face pretty. They gave him a nose job to make his nose smaller. They raised his cheekbones. They rounded his square jaw into a soft oval point. And they injected collagen into his lips to make them look full. Dr. Scott and his team also shaved down Danny's Adam's apple and tightened his vocal chords to make his voice sound feminine. And last but not least they inserted silicon implants into his small breasts to make them look larger. Dr. Scott used B-cup implants which looked very nice on Danny's small frame. Pamela looked down at Danny's unconscious form as he rested in his apartment bed. His face and chest were heavily bandaged and he would stay sedated for three days to allow his vocal chords to heal. Pamela checked in on Danny several times daily over the next three days and he was finally taken off sedatives. Pamela finished unwrapping the last bandage and she helped Danny off the bed. Danny walked over to the mirror and looked at his face. It was still a little bruised and swollen but he immediately noticed the changes. "I look pretty now Pamela. Like a girl!" And Danny also now heard his new feminine voice. "And I sound like a girl now too," he added. He then looked downward and saw his new breasts. He noticed how large they were now. "And I have large breasts too, Pamela." "That's right. You've had the surgery you were so eager to have. Congratulations Danny.? "Thanks Pamela." Danny looked at his reflection and smiled. He was a few steps closer to becoming the girl he'd always wanted to be. *** Two months later and Danny had become accustomed to the changes in his body from the surgery he'd had and the ongoing estrogen injections. As he gazed at his reflection in the full-length mirror he saw how much his waist had tapered and his hips and ass had swelled. His breasts were substantial. He had real curves now. He gazed at his penis that looked so out of place. He looked up and studied his face. No question about it, he looked just like a pretty girl. He gazed at his perky little nose and high cheekbones. He saw his highly arced thin eyebrows and long eyelashes. He observed his puffy lips. He noticed how his oval face ended in the softly pointed chin. No one would look at his face now and think he was a man. Danny pulled himself away from the mirror and walked to the dresser. The way his breasts softly bounced as he walked felt delightful. He put on a matching set of white silk panties and bra and he rolled a new pair of nude pantyhose up his smooth and hairless legs and secured them around his thinning waist. He then put on a dark red cotton dress and slipped into the 4" black leather pumps. He glided over to the vanity, sat down and put on his makeup, saving the bright red lipstick for last. He then looked at his hands and saw that his long red nails were in good shape. He'd just done his nails the previous night and they required no further attention. He nervously waited for 10:00 when Pamela was due to arrive. He had an appointment with Dr. Rivera and he was scheduled to have further surgery tomorrow. He was again getting a little anxious. Pamela arrived on time and they made their way to Dr. Rivera's office. "Oh my, don't you look pretty today Danny," Dr. Rivera said as he looked at Danny sitting across from him in front of his desk. Danny felt the blood rush into his face and softly said, "Thank you." Rivera activated the metronome and Danny went into a trance at the device's fifth tick. The doctor got up and he walked over to Danny and injected the trilladoxalis into his right arm. Rivera waited five minutes and asked, "Can you hear me Danny?" "Yeah." "Are you afraid of tomorrow's surgery, Danny?" "A little." "Well you shouldn't be. Do you know why you shouldn't be afraid?" "Why?" "Because you'll finally be rid of your male genitals. That's what you've always wanted. As long as you can remember you've despised your penis. Say it Danny." "I despised my penis." "And do you know what you really want?" "What?" "A vagina. As long as you can remember you've wanted a vagina. Say it Danny." "I want a vagina." "Good. You just can't wait to have surgery to be rid of your penis and get a vagina. Isn't that right Danny?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "I want to be rid of my penis and get a vagina." "Because then you'll be a full woman. You can't wait to become a full woman. Isn't that right?" "Yeah" "Say it Danny." "I can't wait to become a full woman." Dr. Rivera clapped his hands twice and Danny awoke. He felt oddly refreshed as if he?d just awoken from a full night's sleep. Dr. Rivera said, "Bye Danny. See you next time." On the way back to his room Danny said to Pamela, "You know something? I despise my penis. I want a vagina. I can't wait for surgery to become a full woman." And on Saturday morning Danny was wheeled into surgery and Dr. Scott and his team proceeded to remove his penis, testicles, scrotal sac and prostate, all of which were taken to a cryogenic vault for storage. Using some residual tissue and a good deal of synthetic latex tissue the doctors then reconstructed Danny's groin into female genitalia. Over the course of three hours the doctors constructed a clitoris, urethral opening, labia, and a vaginal opening and canal. Once they were done two neurologists entered the operating room and used an electron laser to attach all the nerve endings to the synthetic tissue. As Dr. Scott watched the neurologists work he thought about the synthetic latex tissue that was developed by his research division. He was proud of the advances his team had made in this area. In Dr. Scott's opinion the latex tissue was far preferable to residual skin tissue. It was more durable and it yielded heightened sensations. And it was a lucrative proposition too because it was just as useful in treating severe burns as it was in accomplishing sexual reassignment. TGI was making a bundle selling the stuff to burn centers. Danny convalesced in TGI's recovery ward for a week. Dr. Scott examined him daily and was pleased with his recovery. And Pamela visited him every day too. At the end of the week Danny was discharged back to his quarters. He was still a little sore and fatigued so he took it easy and rested for another two weeks. He took a lot of naps and he watched a lot of television. It was Saturday morning three weeks to the day after his surgery and Danny was lying in bed. He felt good for the first time since the operation. Curious, he snaked his right hand down over his smooth and flat abdomen until he reached his clitoris. He rubbed the small nub that felt very good. Danny could feel a tingling sensation throughout his entire body, even in his fingers and toes. He then massaged his labia which also felt very good. And then he found his vagina and he slowly inserted his index finger into the vaginal opening and up through the canal until his finger disappeared. As he advanced his finger into himself Danny felt a warm and pleasurable sensation in his groin. But when he began to wiggle his finger around the sensation intensified and spread. As hard as he tried Danny could just not stop wiggling his finger because the erotic sensations kept intensifying and he didn't want them to stop. He mercifully felt a hot burst of energy explode in his groin and his entire body shivered in excitement for 15 seconds as the energy traversed his body. He was finally able to pull his finger out of himself. Danny was breathing hard. He felt embarrassed. He knew that he'd just masturbated but he was curious about his new equipment and he wanted to know how it felt to be a girl. After all, becoming a girl had been his life-long ambition and now that he'd finally attained it he wanted to see what it felt like. He was not disappointed. For the next two weeks Danny got back into the flow of things. He returned to his classes. He started to use the pool and weight room again. And he began dining out with Pamela as well so things were getting back to normal. But he noticed that he felt smaller or slighter than usual so he walked into the bathroom and stepped onto the scale. He saw that he weighed 120 pounds. When he was a man he'd weighed 145 pounds. He'd lost weight but he supposed that 120 pounds was an appropriate weight for a woman his size. And that made him think of his height. As a 5'4" male he'd been picked on and made fun of. He'd been laughed at. But now as a 5'4" woman he'd be viewed as normal. He would finally escape the persecution and derision. As Danny sat at the vanity and applied his makeup to prepare for his dinner date with Pamela he had to admit to himself that he looked pretty. He'd always wanted to be a pretty girl and he finally got his wish. He smiled. Danny walked to the full-length mirror and gazed at his reflection. He saw that his long and wavy brown hair fell past his shoulders and framed his smooth oval face very nicely. His puffy lips looked erotic coated in the red lipstick. And the sleeveless navy blue silk dress hugged his body and revealed his sexy curves at the bust, waist and hips. Looking down he saw that the dress stopped at the middle of his knees to showcase his shapely nylon-encased legs that ended in the 3 1/2" navy pumps. Danny noticed he'd forgotten to put his earrings on and he walked to the dresser to retrieve a pair. As he opened the jewelry case on top of the dresser he marvelled at how sexy his hands looked in the long red nails. He thought about how all the hard work he'd put in doing his nails this morning really had paid off. Danny selected the gold-hoop earrings and put them on. At Pamela's urging he'd had his ears pierced. He wondered why he hadn't pieced them months ago. Danny looked at the wall clock and saw that it was time to go. He did a little last-minute primping and he retrieved his purse and left. Pamela was already waiting for Danny at the entrance of Emilio's when he arrived there. Emilio's was a first-class Italian restaurant in the Underground Level 1 and they'd dined together there several times before. "Hi Danny. You look nice in that dress." "Hi Pamela. Thanks." They walked in and were shown to a table. They watched as the busboy set out the bread and filled the glasses with water. They were given menus. "Well Danny, how have you been feeling?" "Much better. The soreness is all gone. I'm just about back to normal, I guess." "Glad to hear it." The waiter arrived and took their orders. They both went with the veal Parmesan. As they munched on the bread Pamela asked, "So what are your plans Danny?" "My plans? What do you mean?" "I mean where will you go?" "Gee Pam. I don't know. I quit my job and I sold my house and car and used all my savings to pay for my surgery. I'm penniless. Can't I stay at TGI?" "I'm afraid that's not possible, Danny. TGI provides a room to its patients only while they undergo gender reassignment treatment. You've completed your gender reassignment treatment. We need your room now for a new patient." The waiter arrived with their meals and he placed them on the table and left. Pamela saw that Danny had a troubled look on his face. "Gee Pamela. If I can't stay here at TGI I don't know what I'll do. I have nowhere else to go." They both ate in silence for a few minutes. "You know Danny, if you've got nowhere to go you may want to consider entering our sponsor program." "Sponsor program? What's that?" "Well, a sponsor is a person who agrees to be responsible for someone who can't take care of himself. Like you right now. You have no job or money and you can't take care of yourself. A sponsor would look after you. He'd provide you with food, shelter, clothing and other necessities." "But where would I find a sponsor?" "Well I think you're in luck on that count Danny. TGI runs its own sponsor program. People file an application with TGI to become sponsors of sexually reassigned subjects who are down on their luck. Subjects like you Danny. And the sponsors take the subjects in to live with them." "What type of people are these sponsors?" "They are nice people, Danny. TGI carefully screens the applicants to ensure that only the best people become sponsors." "Are they men or women?" "They're usually men, Danny." Danny took a bite of his veal and thought for a while. "If I went with one of these sponsors does that mean I'd be his girlfriend?" "Not if you didn't want to be his girlfriend." They both ate in silence for a few minutes and Danny said, "I don't know, Pamela. I'll give it some thought." "Sure Danny. That's a good idea." Three days later Danny sat before Dr. Rivera for his scheduled session. He was in a metronome-induced trance and Rivera had just injected trilladoxalis into him. Can you hear me Danny?" "Yeah." "Are you worried about where you'll go when you leave TGI." "Yes. I am." "Are you considering the possibility of living with a TGI sponsor?" "Yeah." "After giving the matter some serious thought, you've decided that this is the best thing for you to do. You have no job or money. You have to leave TGI because your treatment is complete. You have nowhere else to go. And you know that only the nicest people are allowed to become TGI sponsors. So it?s the best move for you to make, isn't it?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "It's the best move." Rivera clapped his hands twice and Danny awoke. He felt refreshed. Dr. Rivera said, "Bye Danny. See ya next time." At lunch the next day Danny advised Pamela that he'd decided that he would go off with a TGI sponsor. He told her, "It's the best move for me to make, Pamela." PART FOUR- THE HANDOFF Oscar Halpern sat in the small waiting room outside of Pamela Wilkins' office. He was there to consummate the deal and collect the merchandise he'd contracted to purchase from The Syndicate. He was fifteen minutes early and Pamela Wilkins wasn?t around. Oscar had heard about The Syndicate while poking around in a Norwegian chatroom frequented by wealthy bisexual businessmen. Someone was boasting about how he'd purchased a biological male who'd been surgically converted to a female that enabled him to satisfy both of his inclinations at once. The purchaser claimed that he didn't have to worry about having his secret propensity for males uncovered because his "companion" looked like a real woman. And he mentioned that he'd acquired his companion from an outfit called The Syndicate. This all piqued Oscar's interest because he too was bisexual and he did not want his secret proclivity for men disclosed either. He was a wealthy businessman and dealt with other wealthy businessmen who tended to be old-fashioned and intolerant about such matters. So if Oscar could acquire a biological male who looked like a woman he could accommodate his leanings and tastes to a substantial degree. He knew that it was a flawed solution. But he also knew that the circumstances required him to compromise and that in the light of those circumstances it was a reasonably good solution. Oscar then hired a private investigator to verify the validity of the allegations made in the chatroom. And he discovered that The Syndicate did indeed exist. For five years Oscar had tried to obtain Syndicate merchandise and for five years he'd been told that The Syndicate limited its business dealings to foreigners residing overseas. But Oscar persisted and six months ago he was told that he could place an order. So Oscar submitted his order and gave his specifications. He was 35 years old and wanted someone about 10 years younger than himself... He liked them short so he asked for a subject between 5'3" and 5'5" tall. And one who did not exceed 125 pounds. And he liked long brown hair and modest breasts. A B-cup. And of course the subject had to be pretty. Oscar's women had to be pretty and he would not change the rule for a man who looked like a woman. Oscar was notified that The Syndicate had approved his application that thrilled him. He was not too thrilled, however, when he was notified that the asking price was one million dollars. Oscar though was rich and just sucked it up. While Oscar was waiting for Pamela outside her office Pamela was in Danny's room helping him pack. Tony was there too. They had managed to pack two large suitcases. Pamela turned to Danny and said, "We'll send your other things to you by UPS Danny. And you know your sponsor is quite wealthy. He'll provide you with whatever you need." "Is he a nice man, Pamela?" "He's very nice. We only select nice men as sponsors. We talked about that Danny. Don't you remember?" "Yeah. Okay. But I'm going to miss you Pamela. You too Tony." And Danny began to softly cry. Pamela stepped over to him and embraced him. She whispered in his ear, "We're going to miss you too sweetie." They separated and Pamela said, "I almost forgot." She then walked to the bed and retrieved her purse. She pulled out a small blue folder and handed it to Danny. "Your new identification papers are in this folder Danny. A Social Security card and a driver's license. Even a birth certificate that reflects your gender reassignment. Look at one of the papers Danny and check out your new name." Danny looked at the driver's license and saw that it was in the name of Danette Goldman. "Do you like the name, Danny?" "Yeah. I like it." And he said, "Danette," to see how it sounded coming with his higher pitched voice. "And with this name you can still be called Danny if you'd like," Pamela noted. "And Danny, safeguard these documents. They're all legitimate. Don't lose them!" "Yeah. OK." Pamela reached into her purse and she pulled out her business card and handed it to him. She said, "This card has my phone, beeper and fax numbers on it. If you need to talk to me about anything just contact me. OK?? "Yeah. OK." "Well Danny, it's time to meet your sponsor and go with him. But first Dr. Rivera wants to say goodbye so let's go." Tony picked up the two suitcases and they all left the apartment. Danny sat down in front of Dr. Rivera's desk and Pamela took a seat in the rear corner of the room. "Well Danny, today's a big day for you. You're going off with your sponsor. Are you excited?" "Yeah, I guess so." Rivera could tell that Danny was anxious and he wanted to relax him before he left. He activated the metronome that put Danny into a trance at its fifth tick. He walked over to Danny and injected the trilladoxalis into his right arm. Rivera waited five minutes and asked, "Are you nervous Danny?" "Yeah." "Well you shouldn't be because everything will be just fine. Say it Danny." "Everything will be fine." "And now you feel comfortable and relaxed, don't you?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "I'm comfortable and relaxed." Rivera clapped twice and Danny awoke. He felt refreshed and at peace with himself. "Goodbye Danny and good luck." "Goodbye Dr. Rivera. Thanks for everything." While Danny was saying goodbye to Dr. Rivera, Tony was ushering Oscar Halpern into Pamela's office. Tony put the two suitcases down and he invited Halpern to take a seat. "Your merchandise will be here soon. Her name is Danette Goldman." "Her name?" "Relax. When we grabbed him his name was Daniel Goldman. He's a biological male and he was surgically reassigned to female. And he's been fully conditioned into accepting his new gender. "But he was born a biological male, right?" "That's correct. And he still was a male until last month when he had his sexual reassignment surgery. This is his complete medical file." Tony handed Halpern the file and Halpern opened it. He looked at a photo of Danny. "That's a picture of him as a male which we took right after the abduction. By the way, you should never let Danny see that file. There are things in there that may recondition her if she sees them. So I suggest that you lock it up out of her reach, OK?" "Yeah. Okay." "One other thing, Oscar. She's under the impression that you're her sponsor. Let her get comfortable in her new surroundings. Let her acclimate. Meaning don?t make any romantic overtures just yet. After she settles in we'll come out there and condition her to like you, if you know what I mean?" "Yeah. How long will that take?" "We'll be out there in about two months. And Oscar, Danette's a good kid. Be nice to her. Take care of her. Don't do anything to hurt her. Know what I mean?" "What's that some kind of threat or something?" Tony stood up and smiled. But Halpern could see the menacing disposition behind the smile. "Threat? Nah. But I don't like to see Syndicate merchandise damaged, even after it leaves our custody. I don't take kindly to it at all." Just then Pamela entered with Danny in tow. "Hello Mr. Halpern," she said and shook his hand. "I'd like you to meet Danette Goldman. Come here Danette." Danny stepped up. "This is Oscar Halpern your sponsor. Say hello to him Danette." "Hello Mr. Halpern. It's so nice to meet you." "Hello Danette. It's nice to meet you too." And they shook hands. As Halpern shook Danny's soft hand he gazed at his face and could not believe how pretty he was. He looked just like a real girl. ?Hell, he's prettier than any girl I've ever dated!? Halpern excitedly thought. "You know Danette," Pamela broke in, "Mr. Halpern owns twelve dairy farms in and around Reading, Pennsylvania. That's where you'll be going with him." "Reading, Pennsylvania?" Danny asked. "Yes Danette," Pamela answered. "And I'll bet you'll like it there just fine." PART FIVE- FARM LIFE A month after Danny had arrived in Reading and she was beginning to feel comfortable. She lived in Oscar Halpern's large 18-room house that was situated on the grounds of his principal dairy farm. All told it was a 25-acre spread. She'd learned that her sponsor was, indeed, a wealthy man. And he'd made his fortune on two commodities: milk and eggs. The principal farm alone had 45 cow barns and 40 chicken roosts. Danny would occasionally sit at her bedroom window and watch as the large trucks regularly collected the milk and eggs and carted them off into the distance. Mr. Halpern seemed like a nice man and this made Danny happy. He treated Danny with respect. And most importantly he hadn't tried to touch Danny or flirt with her. That had been her biggest concern. He'd been the perfect gentleman and Danny was grateful for that. In fact she hardly even saw Mr. Halpern until the evening. He was away from the house at work every day running his dairy farm empire. At night they ate dinner together in the dining room and they usually watched television afterwards for an hour or two and that was the extent of their daily contact. Danny had her own bedroom and it was stocked full of all the things that would make any girl happy. When she'd arrived, she saw that the closet was full of nice dresses and shoes. The dressers were packed with brassieres, slips, panties and nylons. The large vanity had all the cosmetics and implements she'd ever need. And there were several jewelry boxes to be found that were stuffed with earrings, watches, bracelets and necklaces. At first Danny was a little bored but then Mr. Halpern had put her in charge of domestic matters. He'd told the two maids, Maria and Inga that Danny was the lady of the house and that they were to report to her. Maria and Inga were very nice girls and Danny discovered that they were very competent too. They had everything under control. So Danny didn't so much supervise them as help them. She chipped in and did her share. She vacuumed, cleaned, mopped, scrubbed, ironed and cooked. But Danny found that she still had some free time on her hands during the day and she took to walking around the large farm. The previous week she'd come across a large stable with five horses and that set Danny to thinking that might be nice to take up horseback riding. So Danny asked one of the hands if he'd teach her how to ride a horse. He was a nice young man by the name of Chuck Davis and he readily agreed. 0 Another month passed and things continued to go well for Danny. She felt secure now. She believed that coming to Reading with Mr. Halpern had turned out to be a good move. Mr. Halpern continued to treat her nicely and she appreciated that. He was a good sponsor. By now Danny had become quite proficient at riding and every day she took a long ride around the spread. And every day she chose to ride Midnight, a beautiful jet black mare. She came to regard Midnight as her own horse. Sometimes Chuck rode along with her. He was a nice boy and she liked him. At dinner that night Halpern advised Danny that Dr. Rivera and Pamela Wilkins would be coming for a visit. "Really? When?" "Actually tomorrow Danny." Danny was happy with the news but she wondered why they were coming. "Why are they coming here, Mr. Halpern?" "Oh, they just said that they were going to be in the area and they thought it'd be nice to stop by and see you, that's all." While in bed that night Danny was excited thinking about tomorrow's visit. It would be nice to see her old friends from TGI. She fell asleep with a contented look on her face. Danny woke up early the next day to prepare for the visit. She wanted to look nice so she showered and then put on a matching set of blue silk panties and bra. She rolled a new pair of nude pantyhose up her legs and over her panties. She carefully applied her makeup and did her nails. Then she put on a nice sleeveless blue silk floral print dress. She stepped into 4" navy blue pumps to round out the outfit. Danny walked over to the full-length mirror and gazed at her reflection. She was pleased. The dress really brought out the best in her figure. She observed how nicely her red lips and long red nails contrasted with the blue silk dress and heels. "I look so pretty," Danny softly announced. And that made her think how she'd always wanted to be a pretty girl. And now she was one she'd achieved her life-long dream and that made her smile. When Dr. Rivera and Pamela Wilkins arrived at 10:00am, Danny hugged Pamela and shook Dr. Rivera's hand. "You look so pretty Danny," Pamela said. Danny felt the blood rush to her face and said, "Thanks Pamela. You do too." They all had coffee in the kitchen and chatted about farm life for fifteen minutes. Then Pamela asked Mr. Halpern if she and Dr. Rivera could talk to Danny alone. "Sure. You can use my study." Danny was in the study with Pamela and Dr. Rivera and Pamela asked, "How is everything, Danny? Do you like it here?" "Yeah. It's nice. I've taken up horseback riding. It's a lot of fun." "Yeah? So how do you get along with Mr. Halpern, Danny? Is he treating you nicely?" Pamela inquired. "I get along with him just fine. You were right. He's a nice man." Pamela had a relieved look on her face and she said, "Good." Rivera pulled his metronome out of his briefcase and activated it. Danny went into a trance after its fifth tick and the doctor injected some trilladoxalis into Danny's right arm. After five minutes Rivera asked, "Can you hear me Danny?" "Yeah." "Do you like Mr. Halpern, Danny?" "Yeah. He's a nice man." "Not only is he nice man but you think he's a handsome man too. Don't you Danny?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "Mr. Halpern is a handsome man." "That's right. And in the last week or so you've developed a crush on him, haven't you?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "I have a crush on Mr. Halpern." "That's right, you do. And over the last week you've hoped that he feels the same way about you. You want him to have a crush on you too. Don't you? "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "I want Mr. Halpern to have a crush on me." "That's right, you do. You want him to notice how pretty you are. Don't you?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "I want him to notice I'm pretty." "That's right. Because if he does that may lead to a romantic relationship with him. And that's what you want, isn't it?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "I want a romantic relationship with Mr. Halpern." "That's right, you do. Because as long as you can remember you've wanted to be a pretty girl in a loving relationship with a man just like Mr. Halpern haven't you?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "I've always wanted to be a pretty girl in loving relationship with a man like Mr. Halpern." "That's right. And since you've become a pretty girl you've noticed that you have sexual urges that need to be satisfied. Isn't that correct?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "I have sexual urges that I need to have satisfied." "That's right, you do. And you'd like it very much if Mr. Halpern satisfied your sexual urges. Wouldn't you?" "Yeah." "Say it Danny." "I want Mr. Halpern to satisfy my sexual urges." Rivera clapped twice and Danny awoke. He felt very refreshed. "Well it has been very nice to see you again Danny but I'm afraid Pamela and I must be going now." "Can't you stay a little longer?" "I'm afraid that's not possible Danny," Pamela said. Pamela then turned to Rivera and said, "Dr. Rivera, why don't you take Danny back to the kitchen and ask Mr. Halpern if he can come to the study. I'd like to talk to him." Rivera and Danny left and a minute later Halpern entered the study. "Okay, Mr. Halpern. She's been conditioned to like you." "So I can make my move now?" "I'd give it a few days. Let her think about it for a little while. It will solidify her conditioning that way." "Okay." And Mr. Halpern?" "Yeah?" "I think that you'll find Danette will be a very loving partner. There's no need for you to force yourself on her." "What are you saying?" "What I'm saying is that I'd like you to be gentle with her. Be loving and caring. She will respond to you better that way. I care about Danette very much and I wouldn't want to see her get hurt. OK?" "Yeah OK." As Pamela looked at Halpern she saw something in his eyes that she didn't like. She didn't know exactly what it was but she suspected something unsavory. And Warren had seen it too. That was why they'd both resolved to give him a subtle warning They all said their goodbyes and Halpern went off to work. Danny figured she could get some riding in before dinner so she changed into a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. As Danny rode around the spread on Midnight she started to think of Mr. Halpern. He was a good sponsor and such a nice man. And Danny also thought that he was so handsome too. As Danny continued to ride she could not get Mr