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STRANGE THERAPY The prosecutor said, "Your Honor, the facts in this case are clear. The boy, Henry Lincoln, placed his hands on Carla Gianassi in a clearly aggressive and sexual manner. He stopped only because he was about to be discovered by others coming into the room. He is a clear danger to all the women he comes in contact with. "Don't let his young age fool you. No doubt the defense will argue that he's just young, and it's just his hormones raging out of control. Well, that's all the more reason he needs to be dealt with now. If he can't control himself now, at 15, what reason do we have to believe that he will ever get himself under control? If, at 15, he's willing to improperly grope a woman, then what will he be like a few years? "Your Honor, I ask you to hand down a sentence of guilty and to put him in a state facility until his 18th birthday, in order to protect all his potential victims." Judge Dawn Wilson said, "Thank you, Miss O'Connor. Mr. Garfield, your closing argument." Prosecuting attorney Sandra O'Connor sat down, and defending attorney Bill Garfield stood up, saying, "Thank you, Your Honor." After a few seconds to collect his poise, he said, "Your Honor, what we have here is not some hardened criminal, but a 15 year-old boy, a boy who made a mistake, and despite the claims of the prosecutor, Henry Lincoln had no idea that anyone was about to enter the room; a fact that was echoed by Miss Gianassi herself. Neither of them heard anything. "For further proof of his innocence, you need only look at him. Throughout this trial, you have not seen an unrepentant sexual predator. You've seen a boy shamed by his own actions and suffused with guilt. "To put this boy in a state facility where his only associates will be other criminals, even other teenage criminals, would be the greatest travesty of justice imaginable. We are not denying his guilt, only the severity of the punishment. Thank you." After the defense attorney sat down, Judge Wilson said, "My thanks to both of you. Before I hand down my sentence, I would like to see Mr. Lincoln alone in my chambers." Henry "Hank" Lincoln, a sandy-haired boy on the small side of average for his age, stood up and began to walk towards the judge's chambers. When his attorney began to walk with him, the judge said, "Alone means just the young man and myself, Mr. Garfield. You wait here." Mr. Garfield started to say, "But, Your Honor-" Judge Wilson interrupted with an adamant, "Wait. Here." Bill Garfield had no choice but to sit down and wait. There was no doubt that this action on the part of the judge could get him a mistrial if he wanted, but in this case, a mistrial wouldn't help. The boy was only a couple of months away from his 16th birthday, and in this city, 16 was the minimum age for being prosecuted as an adult. The prosecuting attorney, a rabid, man-hating feminist who refused to believe in the innocence of any man accused of any crime against a woman, would no doubt move to try the boy as an adult. It was unlikely that she would succeed, but there was always a chance that she would get a judge who was just looking to make a statement, and the boy would get tried as an adult and could very well end up in a state penitentiary, rather than a youth facility. When Hank Lincoln stepped into the judge's chambers, the judge said, "Have a seat." Hank sat down, looked to the judge, saw her remove her Judge's robes revealing a rather buxom, athletic body, and immediately dropped his head and stared at the ground. He didn't even look up when the judge came over and sat behind her desk. The judge pulled a piece of paper out of her desk and said, "I have some bad news. Your mother has officially relinquished custody of you over to the state. Regardless of the outcome of this trial, until your 18th birthday, you will be a ward of the court." Hank just muttered, "Yeah, whatever." The judge stared at him for a few seconds before saying, "Go use my bathroom and get yourself arranged." "I don't need to pee." "I didn't say you did. I want you to go into the bathroom and masturbate." Hank was shocked. "E... Excuse me?" "I want you to go into the bathroom and masturbate yourself to orgasm. Your body language tells me you need it. You're hunched over with your hands crossed over in your lap in order to hide what you think is a very obvious hard-on. Now, I need you thinking and listening to my words. You can't do that if you're trying to control yourself and keep from doing something stupid because of the motivations of your little head. If you need help, there's some pornography of mine in the cabinet under the sink." Hank sat there stunned, not sure what to do. When he hesitated over long, the judge said, in a very imperative voice, "Go!" and pointed towards the door to the bathroom. Hank jumped up and ran into the bathroom, lifted up the toilet seat, got his cock out, and proceeded to jack-off into the toilet. It only took a few seconds, and he didn't need any help. Since 9:00 a.m. that morning, he had been having to watch both the judge and the prosecuting attorney, both incredible babes, working on the case to decide his fate. After his first orgasm, he grew curious and got into the cabinet under the sink. There he found a few magazines and got them out to look at them. There were three magazines. Two of them were lesbian magazines which had plenty pictures of women doing things with other women. The third seemed similar in that it had pictures of women doing things with women, but in that magazine, some of the women had cocks between their legs. After looking through the magazines, Hank found that his hard-on had returned. He looked through the magazines again and jacked off into the toilet. Just as he finished, he heard the judge call out, "Are you finished? We do need to finish and the lawyers are waiting." He called back, "Just a second," stuffed his cock back into his pants, flushed the toilet, and returned to the judge's chambers. As soon as he saw the judge, he imagined her sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, reading her magazines, and sticking her fingers up into her woman place. He immediately dropped his eyes to the floor and returned to his seat, not daring to look her in the eye. The judge asked, "So are you under control now?" "Yeah, I guess so," he said, although his penis seemed bound and determined to prove him wrong. The judge noticed his dilemma, but knew she couldn't keep delaying her discussion with him, so she pressed on, hoping that what he had already done would allow him at least a modicum of self control. "Now, before you went in there, I told you that your mother had given up custodial control of you to the state. What do you think about that?" "I guess she did what she had to." "You're not angry at her?" "My mom tries to control me, but I guess I'm just too much for her. I don't mean to be so much trouble, but I can't help myself." The judge stared at him for a few seconds before asking, "You're scared, aren't you?" "I don't want to go to jail." "No, that's not what you're afraid of. You're afraid that when the prosecutor calls you a sexual animal, a dangerous beast, that she's actually right. You're constantly thinking of sex. You find it hard to concentrate in the presence of a woman, and every day it seems to get harder to keep yourself under control. You're afraid that one of these days you will, as the prosecutor says, wind up attacking a pretty woman. "What's worse, when you try to talk to anybody about it, they tell you it's just normal teenage boy stuff; it's just hormones; you'll grow out of it. But they don't tell you how to control your desires, and every day, those desires just keep getting stronger and stronger. Is that about the size of it?" Hank said nothing, only nodding repeatedly and still not looking up to the judge. In a soft voice, the judge said, "Tell me what happened that day with the girl in your case. Tell me everything you think is relevant." "I think it started earlier that day. I was in gym class, and I couldn't concentrate because of some girls in the room, so the coach made me run laps. I was so tired and fuzzy headed after that. Then I was alone in that classroom when Carla walked in. I found myself moving to her and squeezing her tit. I wouldn't have hurt her. I know I wouldn't, no matter how bad it got." "One more question: when you pulled back from the girl, was it because you heard people coming into the room? Did you pull back just because you were afraid of being caught?" "No. I fought myself down, made myself let go. I swear I didn't hear them come into the room. I can't even remember half of what they said to me after they came in, my head was roaring so loud. I swear." "Okay, I believe you. Now let me tell you my theory. I think you are a throwback. You see, back in the time of the caveman, by this time in your life you likely would have inseminated a dozen or more women, some of whom, assuming they survived earlier childbirths, would be getting pregnant a second, third, or even fourth time. Having a lot of kids was necessary for the survival of the species. You, for some reason we don't understand, are closer to that caveman than we might otherwise want. In comparison to other boys your age, your libido, your sex drive, is inordinately strong. "Now, in a normal situation, you would been taught to redirect those energies by a male role model into other pursuits or creative outlets, like sports or auto shop or something similar. But you have no father, and the teachers at your school are little better than paid babysitters who treat you like a baby; hardly good role models." "How does this help me?" "Having diagnosed the problem, we can start working on a solution. The fact is, we can't just teach you to sublimate your desires anymore. Your libido has become so strong that it's become like a beast within you. Without help, eventually it will grow so strong that even your greatest efforts can't keep it under control." With tears in his eyes, Hank asked, "Does that mean that one day I will attack somebody?" "Without help, probably, but I know a doctor who has a technique that I KNOW will work to help you get your overactive libido under control." "Then I won't hurt anybody? Ever?" "Well, no more risk for hurting than anybody else." "But what about this trial?" "This case never should've come to trial. If it weren't for school administrators afraid of liability issues and the District Attorney trying to make an example out of you, we never would have met. But I suppose it was lucky that we did, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to get my help. As for the outcome of this trial, I will declare you guilty, but then sentence you to probation until your 18th birthday. I will then appoint the doctor as not only your probation officer, but also your foster mother. She lives on the other side of the city, so you'll have to do some traveling, but once you get there, she'll take care of your treatment." "That I won't have to fight my urges any more?" "You will definitely have your urges under control. C'mon. Let's go finish up this trial." The two returned to the court room. After all the ceremonial nonsense was out of the way, Judge Wilson made her statements. The District Attorney got an overly pleased look on her face when the judge said guilty, but made loud objections when the judge revealed her sentence of probation. After listening, the judge told her, in proper legalese, to shut up and sit down. After the trial, Hank had to sit in a waiting room while transportation was arranged. After about an hour of that, the bailiff showed him down to the street where he met a woman who, despite being in her mid to late 40's, still had a beautiful, athletic body that a 20 year-old would have been proud of. She introduced herself as Dr. Louise Case. They traveled together in her new BMW with her making small talk for a while and him responding with teenage grunts when it seemed appropriate. Finally, she asked, "You are excited, aren't you?" Hank could just squirm in discomfort. "It's okay. If it weren't for your easily excitable libido, Dawn never would've sent you to me." Trying to defend himself, Hank said, "It's just that recently all the women I've met have been..." "Feel free to say it. We've all been buxom, beautiful, and hot enough to make you think you've got a steel rod in your pants rather than a penis." Hank blushed in embarrassment. "Believe it or not, there is a reason for that. Don't worry about that little guy in your pants. We'll soon have you on your path to getting him under control." "What are you going to do to me? Some kind of new surgery or new kind of drug?" "New surgery? Oh, definitely not. As for drugs, there will be some used, but not mind altering drugs." "So what will you be doing to me?" "I think you'd better see the results of my treatments on your own body rather than have me tell you about them. The results will be kind of radical. What I will tell you is that nothing I do to you, no changes I make, will be permanent. If, after giving it a try, you decide you can't live with the changes then we'll discuss you going back to what you currently are." "You make it sound so mysterious." "It is mysterious, but it will work. I have used this technique on literally thousands of boys across the face of America. All of them are now happy, functioning members of society. Almost all of them are very successful at whatever career they have chosen." "Then why wouldn't I want to do this whatever it is?" "Like I told you, it's very radical. In fact, I can almost guarantee that after you see the first stages, your first reaction will be an almost desperate need to go back. Now, as your legal guardian, I could force this on you, but you're old enough to make the decision for yourself. I can only ask that you give it a try, and remind you that without this treatment, you might very well end up in jail one day for having attacked someone due to your out-of- control sexual desires." "I understand, and I promise I'll give it my best shot." "Good! Because we're here." They drove up the main driveway to a small, upscale medical office building. Louise pulled into the first parking spot that wasn't a handicapped slot, and Hank noticed that there was a placard at the interior end stating the slot was reserved for her. They got out and went inside. The first person that Hank saw was the receptionist; a beautiful girl that he guessed was only a few years older than he was. With a casual, "Hello, Lindsay," Louise walked right past her and down one of the side halls. Hank followed, giving a tentative nod of greeting to Lindsay as he walked by, and getting a warm smile in return that simultaneously melted his heart and hardened his dick. The reason Hank walked down the hall, almost to the very end, passing by many doors, some with windows, some without. As he walked by, Hank tried to figure out what was going on in the rooms that he could look into, but there was nothing that he saw that he could really identify. There was nothing sinister. It just looked like some stereotypical collection of laboratories with a bunch of people in lab coats fiddling with this, that, or the other thing. Finally, they got to a door, and he's punched in the security code in to the keypad, causing it to immediately open inward. When they stepped inside, Hank saw a large, oval tube lying on its side on top of a small platform. It looked kind of like one of the tubes that were used to represent photon torpedoes on the Star Trek series and shows, except this "torpedo" had two large hoses running from one end into a large bank of computers mounted on one wall of the room. Hank stared at it and asked, "What is that thing?" "It's your salvation. It's the first step in your treatment." "What does it do?" "I told you, you're just going to have to see the results after my machine has worked its magic." "Okay. What do I have to do?" "First, a couple of questions. Are you at all claustrophobic, have any problems being in small, enclosed spaces?" "Not that I'm aware of." "Well, do you have any problems with going into elevators or walk-in closets?" "Never even seen a walk-in closet, but I've never had any problems with elevators." "Okay, do you have any problems with being submerged?" "I have no idea. I've never been swimming or anything like that, so the closest I've ever been to being fully submerged is when I dunk my head under the water while I'm taking a bath." "Okay, with these answers, I think we'd better make a trial run. We'll put you into the tube, securing a breathing mask to your face, and then fill it with warm water. Then you'll just lay in the tube for a while to see if you can handle it." "How long is a while?" "We'll try 10 minutes at first. Then, depending upon how you handle that, we'll make a decision as to either go ahead, or do another trial run with more time." "Okay, it sounds good to me." "Then let's go ahead and do it." She then had Hank get undressed (causing more than a touch of concern on his part), loaded him into the tube, attached the mask to his face, and closed the lid. Hank only had to wait a couple of seconds before the tube filled about half way with warm water. He lay there for while, thinking about the events that had led him to where he was. He was about to start drifting off into sleep, when the top of the tube opened up and he saw Louise looking down at him, asking, "So how did it go? Any problems?" Speaking through the mask, Hank replied, "Nope. In fact, I was about to go to sleep." "Well, that's good. I think we can move right into starting the procedure. Now, this solution will be a little different. With the water, we only filled halfway. With the solution, we'll fill it up completely." "Wouldn't I be pushed up against the top of the inside?" "No, this solution has a different buoyancy. Have you ever seen... Oh, which one was it? Oh, yes, "Empire Strikes Back"?" "Yeah, who hasn't?" "Do you remember the scene where Luke was in that chamber, actually floating in the liquid? Well, this will be like that. It has to do with the buoyancy factor of your body and the density of the liquid." "That sounds kind of cool. Are you just going to add it to the water that's already in here, or are you going to drain the water out first?" "I'll drain the water out first. I didn't just want to dump all the water out without giving you fair warning. There is one other thing I forgot to ask you about. Do you know what a sensory deprivation chamber is?" Hank was mystified, shook his head, and said, "Some kind of weird torture device?" "Not exactly. Since your mind is used to getting all kinds of sensory data, sight, sound, smells, touch, and taste, it kind of gets used all those senses, so when it's placed in a position where those senses are temporarily muted, like being in this chamber, it tends to make up its own sensory information. Basically, you kind of enter a waking dream, but that's something of a simplification." "Is it dangerous?" "Not usually, although it can get kind of scary, so if you start having problems, just call out. There are some microphones on the inside of the tube, so I'll be able to hear you." "Will I be able to hear you?" "Sorry, but no. Speakers might disrupt the process we'll be putting you through, so it will just be one way." "Okay, I'm pretty sure I can handle it." "Good, boy. I'm going to close the chamber now. Remember, the water will drain out first, then the solution will fill in." "Okay. About how long is this going to take?" "Considering your size, it should take a few hours to finish." "I'm tempted to ask for a book." "That's one of the factors causing the waking dreams I was telling you about. Your mind will begin to wander, and just make scenes up as it goes along. Just relax and enjoy it." "Got it." Louise closed the chamber top. After just a couple of seconds, the water around Hank drained out. Almost immediately thereafter, a warm goo flowed into the tank, first surrounding him, and then lifting him up. Whatever the stuff surrounding him was, it actually felt warm and comfortable. Hank wasn't sure how long it took, but at some point, he found himself flying in a snow speeder and fighting AT-AT Walkers on Hoth. He figured the whole thing came from the conversation he had earlier, but he figured he might as well just go with it. He was playing the role of Luke in his dream and went through a whole scene of crashing, getting out, and destroying the Walker. He expected more Star Wars, but instead the first dream ended, and he found himself moving into another. In this one, he found himself playing the role of Conan the Barbarian, fighting off a bunch of raiders, who all happened to looked like the bullies at school. After he slaughtered all the bad guys, he walked into a tent that looked like it had come out of 1001 Arabian Nights where a couple of dozen teenage girls (who looked like some of the prettiest girls from school) waited for him. He stepped into the middle of the group, waved his hand, and said, "Disrobe!" The girls all stood up and removed the skimpy scraps of silk that they were wearing. The next scene disturbed him more than he cared to admit. Each and every girl in the tent was like those girls in the pornography magazine in the judge's bathroom in that each one had a cock rather than a pussy. He then engaged in a mass orgy with the girls, both fucking and getting fucked by all of them. After the orgy, he heard a commotion outside. He grabbed some leather armor that he had not been wearing before and put it on, putting it over the large bosom that had appeared somewhere during the orgy. Like the girl said, he still had a cock, but he now also had a girl's chest. He then grabbed a sword that was bigger than he was and left the tent. As he exited, he passed by a mirror (that had not been there when he walked in) and saw a figure that looked like Xena, Warrior Princess, although with his own sandy brown hair rather than her black tresses. Then the dream changed again. This time, he was a judge listening to female lawyers, one blond, one brunette, argue their case. Once again, he had breasts and somehow he knew that he looked like a girl. After the warriors finished arguing their respective cases, he stood up, removed his robes, and said, "Okay, girls, you know the drill. The one of you that does the best job licking my tits wins the case." The two lawyers came around behind the big podium or desk or whatever it was called that he was sitting at and took up positions on each side of him. Each one that took one of his breasts in hand, leaned over, and began to suck and lick. After a little while, he came, and then said, "Okay, you," pointing to the blonde on his left, "win the case. You get fucked first." The girl, now naked, leaned back on a bed that had just appeared behind her. Hank got on the bed between her legs and slipped his still hard cock into her waiting pussy. After fucking for a while and cumming in her, the brunette got on the bed beside them, and Hank just shuffled over and slid into her, whereupon he repeated his sex act until cumming once more. Then the dream changed again. This time, he was walking down a hospital corridor. Once again, he had both breasts and his cock. He was also wearing a doctor's over coat, one of those garments that looked like a lab coat, but nothing else. He walked into a room where there was a man lying on a hospital bed. He asked, "So what can I do for you today?" The man said, "Can you help me with this?" and yanked the covers off of himself. Jutting out from the man's crotch was an erect cock that had be at least two feet in length, although there had been no evidence of such a massive member before the man had removed his covers. Hank reached out, took the man's cock in hand, and lightly squeezed it. "This is impressive to be sure, but what exactly is your problem with it?" "It won't go down, Doc. No matter how many women I fuck, it never gets soft." "Interesting. That's quite a claim. I'm afraid I'm going to have to see this for myself." Hank climbed up on the bed, stood over the man, and knelt down, impaling himself on the man's cock, getting all of it inside of him despite the fact that it was larger than his forearm. Hank and bounced up and down on the man's cock until it exploded inside him. After Hank was finished, he got off of the man and returned to the floor. The man waved at his still hard (and still clean thanks to dream logic) cock and said, "See. Still hard as a rock." Hank contemplated the cock, rubbing his chin in serious thought. Finally, he said, "It won't go down when you fuck someone, but have you tried getting fucked yet?" "Not yet. Do you think it will help?" "I think it's worth a try." Hank took his own cock in hand. "Why don't you flip over, and we can take care of you right now." The man turned over, getting on all fours. Hank got up on the bed behind him, and then slid his cock into the man's ass. Hank took the man's hips in hand and proceeded to shaft in and out of the man's rear. After Hank came, the man flipped back over and pointed to his now normal and soft cock. "It worked, Doc! Thanks." Before Hank could reply, the whole dream scene shimmered and faded out. He found himself back inside the tube, and he heard the sound of the liquid in the tube (at least, that's what he assumed it was) draining away. Once the majority of the strange goo was gone, and there was only a thin layer of the stuff left on him, Hank felt strangely tingly all over. He assumed it was an after effect of the process, and as much as he wanted to start rubbing and wiping, he figured he could wait a few minutes. He didn't have to wait long before the roof of the Chamber was lifted and he saw Louise's smiling face. "Welcome back to the land of living, sleepy head. Did you sleep well?" Hank said, "Well enough, I guess," and sat up. He was about to start saying something else, but a strange tugging sensation on his chest drew his attention. Looking down, he said in a voice that barely wasn't a yell, "Holy!" when he saw a pair of breasts hanging from his chest. After a few seconds, when it was apparent that Hank wasn't going to say anything more, Louise pointed to a side door in the room that Hank hadn't noticed before and said, "You'll want to wash up. There's a small bathroom with a standup shower in it in there." "Um, yeah," Hank replied. He got out of the tube and walked towards the bathroom. His attention was so focused on the breasts that were now hanging from his chest, that Louise had to call out to him about halfway across the room in order to keep him from running into a table, but he finally made it into the bathroom without hurting himself. When Hank stepped into the small room, he found a simple set up including a small sink with a large mirror above it, toilet, and a stand up shower with frosted glass walls in the corner of the room. As he walked by the sink, he took a look at himself in the mirror. Although he could definitely see that he looked like his old self, what he saw was far more feminine then what he was used to seeing looking back at him from a mirror. When he stepped into the shower, he took a brief look around. There was nothing unusual about what was there. On the far wall was a small dish set into the wall. Inside the dish was a bottle of store brand body wash, along with one of those fluffy sponges that are designed to work with body washes. On the left wall was a spigot with hot and cold water controls above it and a shower head mounted above the level of his own head. He started the water, adjusted its temperature, and then pulled up on the valve that redirected the water to the shower head. He stood under the water, letting the spray wash as much of the stuff off of him as he could. When he stood facing the shower head, he found the spray on his breasts and nipples to be highly pleasurable, and almost without realizing he was doing it, he lifted his breasts up to the shower to maximize the water's effect. After just a little while, he realized how aroused he had become, and he reached down with his right hand and grasped his cock. At first, he thought he should let go of his breast, but then figured, "Why should I?" He didn't know why the doctor (as well as the judge, assuming she knew what he was going through right now) had chosen to give him breasts, but they were on his body now, so we might as well have some fun playing with them. Playing with one hand on his breast and one hand on his cock, he found himself quickly growing aroused beyond anything he had experienced before, and in a shorter amount of time than it ever occurred before, he "shot his wad", as the saying went, and was able to resume cleaning himself. He picked up the body wash and the sponge, poured some wash on to the sponge, worked up a lather, and proceeded to scrub himself down. When he took to washing his breasts, he found himself growing excited again, and had to take the time to masturbate again. When he finished the second time, he was more than a little surprised. He had always been easily excitable before, but never quite this excitable. He finished cleaning his body, this time taking some extra care around his breasts, but the extra care went to no avail. He found that before he shower was finished, he had to masturbate a third time, which was more, in the short time he had been in the shower, than he had ever done before. When he finished with his body, he checked the back of the bottle to make sure that he could do it, then proceeded to shampoo his hair. Once he finished, he stepped out of the shower and looked around for a towel, or at least some kind of cabinet holding towels, but found none. He went to the door, opened it a little, and called out, "Doc?" Louise responded, "Please, call me Louise." "Okay, but are there any towels available?" "Yeah, in the cabinet behind the mirror, where you'd find a first-aid cabinet in most houses. The scissors that you'll need should be on the bottom shelf." "Scissors?" "You'll understand once you see the towels." Hank walked back to the sink and pulled on the edge of the mirror. It's one out easily, and inside, he found that some towels had been rolled up into small tubes, shoved into vacuum bags, and then vacuum sealed. They seemed awfully small, but he figured that he couldn't really be choosy. He found the scissors exactly where he had been told that were, so he took them and opened up one of the packaged towels. When he pulled the towel out and unrolled it, he was surprised at how large it was. It wasn't quite a full-sized bath towel, but it was definitely larger than its unopened size led him to believe. He toweled himself off, and then tried to wrap the towel around his waist. He achieved his goal, but found that the towel only just barely wrapped around him. Figuring that the towel would just fall off anyway and that Louise had already seen everything on his naked body, he draped the towel over the sink instead and returned to the main room. Louise was setting up some kind of display on one of the tables. He walked over and said, "Uh, I'm not sure why you did this," and pointed at his breasts, "but I think it backfired. I'm easier than ever to excite." Louise turned to him and said, "Yes, I know. That's intentional." "But why? I thought the idea was to make it harder to get me excited." "Not exactly. The idea is to get your sexual responses under control. If we made it harder to get you excited, that would only allow you an artificial level of control. That would very well prove very harmful." "How could turning down my sex drive be harmful?" "I've got a little demonstration set up here to explain. Take a look." Hank looked at the table. There was an extremely large bucket with a spigot on the side that was filled with water. A hose led from the spigot to the side of a long, wide, and shallow box. Inside the box was a model of some little town, filled with what looked to be scale models of various size homes. Louise pointed at the box and said, "This is an actual model of a town somewhere in Middle America. I forget exactly where, but that's not really important. Think of this instead as a metaphorical representation of the landscape of your brain." She pointed to the bucket of water and said, "Think of this bucket as your body's ability to contain your sex drive, and water within it as the actual sexual energy your body produces. Combining the fact that your body produces far more energy than the average man with the fact that you have been unable to release that energy in any way, shape, or form has created a situation where you have become nearly overloaded with energy. Now watch." Louise turned the valve on the spigot, and water began to slowly flow into the box. As the water went through model, Hank said, "The water's being diverted. Some of the things in the model aren't houses, but little walls." Louise nodded. "They're called levees. They are exactly what they appear to be, little walls to divert floodwaters away from homes. At least, that's what they do in real life. In this model, it represents what psychiatric drugs would do to you." "It diverts my sexual energy away from vital areas. So what's wrong with that?" "Assuming that the flow of your energy stays low and controlled, then nothing. But watch what happens if I turn the flow up a little bit." Louise opened a valve on the spigot as far as it would go. Water rushed into the box, quickly flowing up and over the little walls around the houses, flooding the entire model. Once the model was full, Louise closed the water valve on the bucket, and then released a hidden catch on the side of the model. Hank heard something open up and saw that the water was slowly lowering in the model. Watching the water, Hank said, "Now those walls are actually preventing the water from getting away." "Exactly. Ever notice that when some nut case goes off the deep end, they were usually under psychiatric care? Although no actual tests have been done, I'm sure that this is what happens. The drugs act like a levee and redirect the chemicals your brain produces away from dangerous areas that will cause you to act improperly, but if your own natural production of chemicals reaches a certain level-" "Then those drugs actually wind up intensifying the reaction." "Right." "But that doesn't explain these." Hank pointed at his breasts. "That one doesn't, but this other model will." Louise reached to a lower shelf on the table and pulled out another model the same size as the one on the top of the table. From what Hank could see, it was about the same as the other, but this one had four hoses running out of its side. The four hoses ran together into one large hose. Hank waited as Louise unscrewed the hose on the old model from the bucket, put the old model off to one side, and attached the new model in its place. When she was finished, she said, "Now watch." Louise opened the valve on the bucket as far as it would go. At first, the water pressure in the bucket caused the water to shoot out a few inches, but then pressure dropped off and the water became a slow, steady flow running into grooves that Hank hadn't realized were in the model. The water ran through the model without touching any of its buildings and out the other end. Hank said, "Okay, I think I see. By letting the water flow out nice and regular, you can control where the water goes. But if the water is supposed to be like my need for sex, then does this mean that I'll be needing to get sex all the time?" "Not quite ALL the time, but in order to keep your sex drive at a manageable level, you'll be getting a lot more sex than pretty much anybody else you know at your age. THAT is why you get the breasts. Your breasts, and, actually, your entire body, are now keyed to sex so that you can have suitable release as you need it." "But... how long do I have to stay like this?" "Well, for that, I return to the model. You remember, on this model, when I first opened up the water flow? Remember that, at first, the water shot out a few inches before it dropped off to a steadier level?" "Yeah." "Well, you're going to be like that for a little while. When you first start having sex and you realize how open and easy it is for you to get sex, you're going to need the extra outlets or you might hurt yourself." "So once I'd burn off the extra energy I've got, then I can go back to normal?" "If you really want to, then sure." "Well, why wouldn't I want to? I mean, it's not like I'm a girl or anything." "No, even though you do look like one, you're not a girl, but your new form has certain advantages that once you've experienced them, you may not be desirous of giving up, or are you going to tell me that you didn't take some time to explore your new body while you were in the shower?" Hank blushed to his toes. "Yeah, I thought so." "So I spend, what? The next few days or weeks or whatever masturbating myself with my new breasts?" "Not just masturbating. That would only be a stopgap measure. You will get an actual chance to put that new body into action." "Into action? You mean, like actual sex? Like with a girl?" "Well, not with a girl, at least not at first. Your sex drive is too out of control. Until you get it under control, your lack of experience could mean that you would actually wind up hurting the girl you have sex with." "I'm not gonna have sex with guys!" "Not at first, and don't turn up your nose at me. Guys can be a lot of fun in the sack. But like girls, until your sex drives get a little more passive, you might actually hurt your sexual partner." "Well, if I'm not going to have sex with girls, and I'm not going to have sex with boys, and not just going to be flying solo, then what is going to happen?" "You're a bright kid. What do you think is going to happen?" Hank thought about it until something clicked inside his head. "You mean I'm going to have sex with other guys like me? Boys with boobs?" Louise smiled. "Y'know, in the porn industry, people like us are usually called chicks with dicks. The proper term, by the way, is shemale. In our case, it's distinctly different from being a transsexual, who is a person whose internal gender orientation, their soul if you believe in such a thing, differs from the genetic sex they were born with." "But if I'm not a girl, then doesn't that mean that these others like me aren't girls either?" "No, you're not exactly a girl, but you're not exactly a boy anymore either. You are an artificially created androgyne, part male, part female. By the way, the chemicals that changed you also changed your sexual responses. You may very well find yourself responding to men in a sexual way." "So I'll get hard-ons over pictures of naked guys, whether I like it or not?" "No, not pictures. Your sex drive is much more primitive than that. It'll take an in-presence response to their pheromones." "Pheromones? What's that?" "It's the natural smell that a person has." "So if I get close to a guy and smell him, then that means I'm gonna windup climbing into bed with him?" Louise gave a light laugh. "No, it just means you'll get excited. Whether or not you get into bed with him will be up to you and him. Making it so that you don't just give in to your animal urges is what this is all about." "But I don't wanna get excited over men." "Believe me, I know how you feel, but the alternative, being at risk of becoming some kind of sexual predator, is much worse." "How could you, a girl, know how I'm feeling right now?" Louise laughed. "Hun, did you miss it earlier when I mentioned 'people like us'?" "People like...? You mean you were born...?" "A boy." Louise and spread her legs, and then used her hands to press down the fabric around her crotch, revealing a bulge that Hank hadn't noticed before. "And like you, I was born with an unusually strong sex drive. Want to hear my story?" Hank could only nod. Louise said, "Well, I spent my entire high-school and college years dealing with my sexual urges towards women. Thanks to all my needs, I actually graduated at the bottom of my class. Oh, I knew all the material, but when I went in to take the tests, there was inevitably some cute girl sitting somewhere nearby, and that was all it took. I couldn't focus on my test and wound up getting lousy grades. "I knew I needed help. It was only gonna get worse as I went into graduate school. Now, I was planning on becoming a doctor even then, and most would be doctors are male, so there would be fewer temptations, but at the same time, grades would be much more crucial. All it would take was one pretty girl in my class, and it'd be all over for me. "That was when I met a graduate student who was like me, a boy who could barely concentrate on his classes due to his sexual needs. Together, we came up with the theories and devices that we used today. They were much more primitive back then, but basically the same stuff." Hank asked, "So you used them on yourselves and spent the rest of your life as you currently are?" "Not hardly. At first, I used the system as it was originally designed to be used, to give a temporary transformation to allow for a temporary outlet for my excessive sexual needs." "So I can go back? You weren't just saying that?" "Just saying it in order to get you transformed; whereupon you would be stuck as you are? No, you can go back if you want to, but remember you did promise to give this a try." "Yeah, but-" "But you didn't know exactly what you would be getting into, and now, you're not sure you can handle it?" Hank nodded, and Louise placed her hand comfortingly on his. "Don't worry, Hank. No one has ever died from this transformation, and we're not just going to thrust you out into the world as you are, all by yourself. Until you are ready and comfortable enough with yourself to face the world, the only people you're going to be around are people like you and me." "People who have been transformed?" "Exactly." "How many people like us are there?" "A few hundred in this city, but this is a pretty big city. I think I mentioned before, there are a few thousand transformees across the face of America. And they've all been where you are now, afraid to go forward because of what it might mean, and afraid to go back because of what might happen and what they might do to themselves and others. We're there for you, Hank, not just for the physical outlet, but also as someone to help." Hank squeezed Louise's hand in thanks. But then, almost as if to ruin the moment intentionally, his body started growing excited just looking at the doctor. In order to distract himself, he said, "What about your story? You said that at first, you only transformed temporarily. What made you decide to go this route full-time?" "Well, like I said, it was only a temporary thing. Friday evening, after all my classes, I'd go to where we had the equipment, transform myself, then go out on the town. I'd go to some bars that cater to transsexuals, particularly those in mid transformation, picked up some one, and take them somewhere and screw them into the ground. At first, it was only with girls and the occasional male to female transsexual, but it wasn't long before I added both female to male transsexuals and men. Then the next week, my partner, Judy is her name now, would do the same, and we'd alternate like that." "Why not just both of you transform at once?" "That's actually getting a little ahead of this story, but the reason was, the original system had to be closely supervised. While someone was in the chamber, somebody else had to be at the controls adjusting temperature levels, changing liquid flows and chemical balances, and just, in general, making sure that nothing went wrong. "And it worked. Sunday night, whoever had been transformed, transformed back, then we went for a normal week of classes. During that week, things would be fine. We'd still have our attraction to women, but we could control it." "But you could only transform every other week. If you only got a week of control, what about the other week before your next transformation?" "We'd be right back to where we were before inventing our system. Worse even, because our bodies had gotten used to getting the sex they wanted, even if it was only for one day, and it didn't want to stop for two weeks." "So what did you do?" "For about eight months, we just went on like that. Finally, we invented some automation systems that would allow us to transform ourselves without having a watcher sitting as a nursemaid over the program." "Did it work?" "After a fashion. The first time we both transformed ourselves on the same weekend, we never even made it out of the room. We screwed ourselves, literally, so many times our bodies hurt, and considering that our new bodies were built for sex, that was saying something. The only problem was, we wound up losing track of time. The entire process took about 16 hours, and when we settled down the enough to realize what time it was, we realized if we tried to transform back immediately, we'd never make class on Monday morning. So we came up with a simple solution." "You went to classes as women?" "Exactly. Boy, what a mistake that was." "Why? Didn't your process make you look enough like women?" "Look like women? Sure. Act like women? No way. You see, we made the exact same mistake you just did. We assumed that just because we looked like women, that no one of would assume that we were anything but women." "Well, why would they?" "Passing as a woman isn't just about the way you look. It's about the way you walk, the way you talk, the hand gestures used, speech patterns, tone of voice, lots of little stuff that when you're in a bar looking for somebody to score with get overlooked, but when you're in a social setting like a college campus, show up like glaring errors, like the proverbial sore thumb. Now, the guys just assumed that we were butch dykes, women who acted like men. By the way, as a side note, you'll find out guys do that a lot, make assumptions based on surface information. "Problem was, the girls knew better, or at least they weren't so easy to fool." "So what happened?" "One of my teachers pulled me aside and asked to know what was going on. I tried to mount some kind of denial, trying to stick to my story." "What had you told everybody?" "That I was my own cousin, in town for a visit, and that I, my male self that is, was sick, so I was going to all of my classes to take notes." "But this teacher didn't believe you?" "Well, she thought that there was something strange going on. I seemed to know a little too much about my 'cousin' and about the subject. After all, it was a graduate level course." "So what did you do?" "I gave her some kind of story about something. I don't even remember any more what I said. All I remember is that it seemed to placate her suspicions." "Seemed? I guess that means it didn't really?" "Nope, but she didn't let me know. Instead, she spent the entire week following me around. My partner and I were none the wiser, and we just acted like we were going to act. That weekend, we went out bar hopping, just like we always did, but when we came back on Sunday, we found my teacher sitting at our computer looking over our files." "She had just broken into your house?" "She hadn't exactly broken in. I'm afraid we weren't as security minded as we should have been." "What do you mean?" "We left the front door unlocked." "You're kidding!" "Nope. What can I say? We were a couple of stupid college kids." "So what did you say to her?" "We didn't get a chance to say much. Before we could even say boo, she asked if our device really did transform us. She had figured out what the machine did from our notes on the computer, and then deduced the truth about us. Before we could say anything in response to her question, however, she stood up and started ordering us to get undressed so that she could look at us." "What did you say to her?" "Well, we didn't feel we could say anything. We just started getting undressed." "I'd've told her to go take a flying leap." "Yeah, but you're a 15 year-old kid with nothing to lose. We were post Grad students and one word from this woman could end our careers before they had started. So we just got ourselves undressed and let her do what she wanted to do, poking and prodding us all over." "That must have been embarrassing." "It was, but that only made it more exciting. Before we knew it, all three of us were on the floor having sex like rutting rabbits. Afterwards, we explained why we had invented the machine and why we did what we did every weekend. She said that she understood and that she wanted to help us. "We told her that we appreciated it, but we were only going to be doing it for few days a week, and all we needed was to make sure that we got back to the transformer in plenty of time on Sunday. "She seemed to accept that, but she told us, just in case, that she should be kept apprised of what we were doing. It made sense, so we agreed. She even convinced us to give her a key to the house." "Why do I suspect something sinister from that?" "Probably 15 years of watching stupid stuff like that on TV. You're right, by the way. At the end of the school year, on the first weekend after classes had ended, we came home from our weekly romp on the town to find her sitting in front of the transformer, but with the computer completely gone." "She stole the computer? Why?" "To keep us stuck as women, of course. We could replace the computer, as well as go get a compiler for programs, but that would take time, possibly as much as a couple of months." "Why so long? Couldn't you just ordered over the phone or the internet?" "This was in the days before the Internet. Local stores didn't keep high-end software in stock, too much risk of losing it, so we would've had to special order everything, and that was assuming we could afford all new stuff." "That was lame. So what did she make you do? Prance around in skimpy outfits and such?" "Nothing so sexual. After nearly screwing up so badly when we were caught once, she decided that we needed to learn to be proper ladies. She dressed us up in all kinds of clothes, nothing humiliating, mind you, just lots of outfits and taught us how to act properly." "So there was nothing sexual about your relationship?" "I wouldn't say nothing, but most of what we did wasn't sexual. What she did was a train us to present ourselves as women." "So what happened? After all that training, you just decided to be women full time?" "Basically. After a couple of months of this training, we did go back to being men, but we discovered a huge advantage to looking like women." "What's that?" "There are a lot more opportunities for sex as a woman. Remember, the transformation increases your sexual responses to men. Basically, it makes you bisexual. Problem is, because of our culturally ingrained bias against male homosexuality, getting men to have sex with you when you look like a man isn't as easy as getting men and women to have sex with you when you look like a woman." "Is it really that easy?" Louise thought before she replied and said, "It really depends on the neighborhood you're in. It certainly was the case where we were at the time, and it's certainly the case in the city. There are definitely some areas in this country where any open homosexuality is greeted with aggression, but you've just got to be careful." "So then what? You were able to score with more men, so you decided to look like a woman for that?" "That's about the size of it. There are some other advantages to being a woman, people are more polite and more forgiving towards you, but there are also some severe disadvantages." "Men tend to treat you like an idiot, particularly when it comes to dealing with subjects that are considered male, like sports and cars, and people just expect you to take a back seat in most things. At times, even other women will expect you to defer to men, telling you shouldn't rock the boat. Overall, however, being a woman is usually a lot more fun." "I'm still not convinced." "You don't have to be. I just asked you to give it a chance. You did promise at least that much." "Yeah, I did, and I will give it a chance. So now what? We go out to some store and buy me a whole bunch of new clothes?" "Not quite yet. Going out right now could cause some real problems." "How so?" "I assume that, as a young, healthy male, you've had to deal with the experience of out-of-control hard-ons?" "Yeah." "Well, your body is a lot more easily excited right now. Until we get your sexual desires under control, being in public might be... dangerous." "So what are you going to do with me? Take me somewhere where I can screw others to my heart's content?" "You're trying to be snide, but yes, that's exactly what I plan to do." Hank could only stare at her in suspicion as Louise walked over to a large standup cabinet, opened it, and got out a lab coat. She returned to Hank and handed it to him. "Here. This should keep you covered, at least everything we need to have covered." "For what?" "To take you home." With real fear in his voice, Hank asked, "Back to my apartment? To let mom see me?" Louise shook her head. "No, not your old home. My home, and, assuming you stay as you are, your home until you're 18." Hank breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked at the lab coat and asked, "Don't I get anything besides this?" Rather matter of factly, Louise replied, "A pair of slippers, but otherwise, no." "But..." Louise put her hand on Hank's shoulder. "Trust me, hun. It will only get in the way." Hank thought about it, wondering if he should argue, but then just decided to go along with the ride. He put on a lab coat and buttoned it down to below his crotch. While he had been doing that, Louise had gotten a pair of slippers out of the same cabinet where she had gotten the lab coat and put them on the floor by the door. She looked at him and asked, "You ready to go?" Hank shrugged and said, "I guess so." Louise opened the door and held it for Hank. He walked over and put on the slippers, and the two of them exited the room. As the walk down the hall, and asked, "So what ever happened to your partner and that teacher of yours?" "Believe it or not, they got married. They're on the east coast right now basically doing what I'm doing here with this lab, finding men with overactive sex drives and transforming them so that they can have an outlet to safely vent their physical needs." "People like you and me? Are there really that many of us?" "About one half of 1% of the male populace are like us." "That doesn't seem like that many." "Not if you look at it as just a percentage, but figure out the numbers. Just in this city alone, there are a little more than 2 million people. That means approximately 1 million men, which equates to approximately five thousand people like us. Considering that I the only transformed a couple thousand, that means that there are about three thousand people who could benefit from the transformation who haven't gotten it." "Is it really that big a deal? What happens if you don't get the transformation?" "Most of the time, nothing. But I don't mean that in a good sense." "What do you mean?" They walked into the main reception area of the building. There were two women there, one redhead sitting behind the reception desk, one brunette sitting on its edge talking to her. Louise put off answering Hank's immediate question, saying instead, "Hank, let me introduce Margaret and Jenny. Margaret is our receptionist, and Jenny is an intern working here at the lab." Jenny, the girl sitting on the edge of the desk, slid off the desk and came around to shake Hank's hand. "So you're the newest cutie in the sisterhood?" Hank blushed a little at being called a cutie, but then asked, "Sisterhood? What's that?" Louise explained, "Sisterhood is what Jenny calls the collective body of all of us who have been transformed. Actually, a lot of those who have been transformed use the same term. In some ways, it's accurate, but hardly comprehensive." "So both of you are like me? You've been through the chemical thing in there?" Margaret said, "Jenny is. I'm just a groupie." Hank said, "You mean you're a real girl?!" blushed a deep crimson, and, despite the lab coat covering everything modesty required, instinctively tried to cover up with his hands. Louise placed her hand on his shoulder and said, "Relax, Hank. When Margaret says she's a groupie, she's not just being cute. Show him your rings, girls." Jenny and Margaret both held out their right hands. On the pinkie of each was a silver band. Etched on the bands' surface was a small symbol consisting of a circle, then an oval, then another circle. On Jenny's ring, the circles were both pink, and the oval was blue, but on Margaret's ring, the entire symbol was pink. Louise held up her hand, showing a similar ring, multicolored like Jenny's. Jenny said, "The rings are the symbol of the sisterhood and all our groupies." Louise said, "Now she's being flip, but the rings are the symbol of those who know us-" "And those who want us!" Louise glared angrily at the unrepentant Jenny. "Would you hush up? Now, the symbol's color will tell you who they are. If it's pink and blue, then they're one of us. All pink means a girl. All blue means a boy." "How could we possibly confuse and a guy for one of us?" Jenny said, "Because as much as the Doc wants to make it all clinical and sterile, a bunch of the people who wear these rings are people who want us." Louise sighed and said, "Jenny, would you at least TRY to be professional?" "Fine, if you want to be whitebread about it. The fact is, we are sexual dynamos. The transformation process grants a quick recovery time, and the sexual need we started with means that we're more than willing to do it over and over again. This makes us a big draw as sexual partners for both men and women. The rings with both pure pink and pure blue symbols are those who know about us and are more than willing to help us out by being sexual partners when we need it." "Now explain the silvers." "Okay, yeah, there are those. About 10% of the people who have rings are those who just know about us, but have no interest sexually in us." "I'm sure it's more than that." "Not by much. I ran a statistical analysis on the computer. Of those who are not actually transformed males, 12.7% are silvers. Anyway, always make sure to check the ring before engaging in any games." Hank asked, "Do I get a ring?" Louise said, "Eventually. First, you have to make a final decision as to whether or not you plan on staying transformed. Also, if you do plan on staying transformed, we need to know you can control yourself. If you can't, then sex with anybody but another transformed male could result in you seriously hurting your partner." "Oh, well, I definitely don't want that." "None of us do. That's why I started all this in the first place. Say goodbye, ladies. It's time for us to get to the condo building." Both Margaret and Jenny simultaneously said, "Good-bye!" and gave little waves to Hank. Louise and Hank walked towards the main exit. Just as they were about to leave, Louise noticed that Hank was looking back to the two girls, both of whom had resumed their previous conversation. She asked, "Was I being rude, Hank? Was there something more that you wanted to ask the girls?" "No, not really. It's just that they are both so pretty, and," Hank leaned in and whispered, "is there time for me to go use the bathroom to... y'know," and pointed at his crotch. "Well, if you really feel the need for privacy, then, of course, we do, but if you want to, why not do it in the car on the ride home?" "Really? You don't mind me... doing it onto your car floor?" "I've done it myself plenty of times. So have plenty of other people. It's no big thing." "But won't people notice that I'm doing something?" "They might. That's what makes it so fun. But if you're really concerned about it, there's a stretch of highway that we travel along where no one will be able to see you." Hank thought about it and said, "I think I'd be too self- conscious to do it in the car. I'd better just use the bathroom." "As you wish. The door right over there just to the left of the reception desk leads to a small hallway with two bathrooms in it. Just use either one." Hank ran towards the door, exacerbating his state of excitement with the new bouncing his body did. He went through the door into one of the bathrooms, and then went into one of the three stalls that were in there (barely noticing the lack of urinals), sat down (pulling the back of the lab coat up), and proceeded to masturbate himself, using both his breasts and his cock. After cumming, he quickly cleaned up and looked around. This time, he distinctly noticed the lack of urinals in the bathroom. At first, he didn't think much of it, the bathroom wasn't all that large to begin with, but there were some other things that caused him to worry. The bathroom fixtures, for one thing, were far more decorative than he was used to in most public bathrooms. Another thing was that the coloration of the room was a little softer than most bathrooms. It was nothing that was too overt, but there was a definite... feminine cast to the room. When he exited the bathroom, he took the time to look, and, sure enough, the bathroom he had entered was the woman's room. He walked out in something of a daze, and when he reached the entrance where Louise was waiting, she noticed and asked, "What's wrong?" "It's the bathroom I used. I used... the ladies' room." "Yeah, so? I told you that you could. What's the big deal?" "It's just... am I becoming some kind of woman or something?" "Just because you used the ladies room? I hardly think so." "Then why...?" "Why did you use it? My guess would be you were a teenage boy in a hurry, so you went into the first available bathroom, which, at least in this building, happens to be the girls' room. Considering how you look, it's not a big deal, but when you use the bathroom in other buildings, you have to be careful that you do purposefully select the girls' room." Hank looked down at himself. "Yeah, I suppose I do. But you don't think that I'm becoming some kind of a woman, do you?" "After so soon a period? I really doubt it." "After...? You mean I'm going to start thinking like a woman?" "If you stay as you are? Most likely. Let's go out to the car. We can talk about this while we drive." As they walked to the car, Hank found himself feeling very self-conscious. The lab coat did cover, but he couldn't get over the fact that underneath it, he had on nothing at all. He breathed out a sigh of relief once he got in the car, and finally began to relax. When Louise got into the car, she buckled up and then continued her previous conversation, saying, "Now, about your acting like a woman, the fact is, you now look like a woman, so in order to get by in society, you're going to have to act like a woman. Now, there is a psychological principle to it. Unless you're really careful, when you act like something long enough, you start mimicking whatever it is, even when you're not acting." "So I'm going to star