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How did I get into this? I had better go back to the beginning. My name was David Deans, a lawyer and accountant by trade and a rugby player for entertainment. During a vacation in Holland my life was changed. I first noticed them on the train from Rotterdam. The girl by the window was tall and slim with a small bust and had brunette hair falling straight down to just above her shoulders. Her partner was also tall but not so slim with a larger bust and long curly blond hair. Both women were wearing fashionable business suits and carrying large document cases. Now there is nothing unusual about two women traveling together, but I became aware that during the entire trip from Rotterdam to Amsterdam they didn't exchange a single word, merely glancing at one another from time to time. As the train pulled into Amsterdam Central station they looked at each other once more and rose to get off. Whilst doing this the blond gave me a brief stare which for some reason I found unsettling. My original intention for the trip had been to do some window shopping in the red light district off the Damraak, but I was now intrigued by the silent pair and as they appeared to be going in my direction, I absent mindedly found myself following them. They turned into a narrow alley, but as I entered I realized that the alley was both a dead end and empty, the only doorway had a small brass plaque with the words "Translife Medical Services" "Waarom zitten u volgend ons?" a deep male voice asked from behind me. I spun around and saw the two of them. "I, I'm sorry, but I don't speak Dutch." I replied. "Why are you following us?" I had trouble equating the pitch of the voice to the pretty figure of the blond who was speaking. "You were watching us on the train and now you have followed us to our home." she continued. "It wasn't really intentional but I have an inquisitive nature and have never seen two women who didn't speak a word for an hour and a half" I stammered back. "Ha, We will explain all to you, if you can spare us a lot of your time". The blond smiled and I noticed that her friend had moved further down the alley and was now behind me. I felt a sharp pain in my neck and everything became warm, fuzzy and soon faded completely. I awoke slowly, each of my senses came back one by one but I remained confused. I became aware that I was naked, that my scalp was unusually cool. I tried to touch my head but couldn't move my arms. I was still feeling too dopey to open my eyes. My hearing started to return but could only hear faint echoing noises like a tea trolley being pushed along a hard floor. More feeling came back. My wrists had tight bands about them, as did my chest, forehead and ankles. I couldn't move. My ears told me that I was standing up but I didn't need to do anything about balancing. My chest whilst restrained seemed to be falling forward away from me. I became aware that my genitals felt swollen and my penis was being gently pulled but I couldn't detect anything holding it. The baritone voice was speaking again. "Welcome back Mr. Deans. It seems we are most fortunate to be found by someone who has no relatives or dependants. Your disappearance will be easy to cover up." "I can see you are confused and I remember promising to explain our selves when we picked you up last month." LAST MONTH? "First I should introduce ourselves. I am Professor Martha and my colleague is Doctor Trish. Our surnames are unimportant to you. We are partners in a small-unlicensed medical research company called 'TransLife'. Currently we are working on new narcotic and necrotic methods of performing inter-sexual transformations without resorting to messy surgical procedures." LAST MONTH! "You will have observed that our method is very effective, both Trish and I have under gone all of the processes that have we currently believe are safe, but the one area we have yet to prove are the changes necessary to modify the Adams apple and the voice box. It is getting tiresome not to talk in public or to be stared at when ever I speak. This is where you will help us "Since you have become an unwilling associate I will explain the processes we are carrying out on you". ON ME? I finally managed to control my eyelids and open them. I was in a large white painted clean room with linoleum on the floor. Around the walls of the room were cabinets and glass-fronted cupboards containing every imaginable piece of medical equipment. In front of me was the blonde I now knew as Professor Martha. "To help you understand what has been done I will bring a mirror. However before you see yourself I will give you a tranquillizer as the view has proven to be distressing to past patients. " The professor used a hypodermic syringe to inject a drug into the cannula in my wrist. The panic, which had been rising from my gut, began to calm down. A full-length mirror was wheeled in front of me. The figure looking back from the mirror was a frightening pastiche of myself. I was attached to a large vertical bed by straps across my head chest arms and legs. My thick brown hair had gone leaving slight stubble, my arms, legs and chest were also devoid of hair. The pulling at my chest and shoulders was explained by two full smooth but (to me) very alien breasts each with a large nipple. Two tubes were coming from my penis one rising to a bag of clear liquid, the other descending to a bag of my piss. The penis was an unpleasant green color. "Before I talk about medical procedures I must explain your position here. Firstly, although you are still in Holland, you officially died in a Chilean forest. Your flight from Holland to Chile via Miami has been recorded in the immigration systems of 3 countries and the autopsy report of your body has been registered in the computer system of the Chilean coroners office and the British births, deaths and marriages records are in-line with this version of events. You no longer exist! "Secondly by spying on Trish and myself I consider that you have become fair game for any tests and procedures I wish to make. "There are rules for the associates of TransLife to follow and departure from them is punished harshly in method that is appropriate to the rule that was broken. "So far it must sound very negative but there is a good side to assisting us. When we have finished you will be a beautiful woman, we will provide you with an identity together with a generous allowance for life. It is also possible to be promoted to partner by co-operation with us once you leave this house. " Now to explain what has been done to you. We have injected a drug similar to those used for chemotherapy. This kills off the male hormones but unfortunately does cause total hair lose. Don't worry about that it will grow back soon, but only in those places appropriate to a girl. Traditional female hormone drugs were then given and without the neutralizing effect of the male hormones had a spectacular effect, your breasts for instance are now a C cup." BREASTS! ?? ON ME! "Another benefit of killing the male hormones is that the small amount of female hormones that the male body normally produces is increased. This means that adding the female hormones is only necessary on one occasion. In other words, from now on, Buddy, as far as your blood is concerned you're a woman! "The process I am now performing is to change your genitals from male to female. I am most proud of this technique. Tell me, have you ever heard of the flesh-eating bug, correctly known as Streptococcus Necrotizing Fasciitis? It was in the news a couple of years ago, termed 'The Flesh Eating Bug'. I have modified this bacterium to destroy only selected flesh. You may be able to feel a catheter in your penis, as well as draining your urine it is introducing the bacteria into your groin. The bug, sadly a rather painful process, will slowly consume your penis and testicles. Once the genitals have started to shrink, a cocktail of hormones and stem cells will be introduced through the catheter and will grow a new vagina, womb and other female genitalia. "Once these processes have been completed you will be at the same stage of feminization as Trish and myself. We would then be able to proceed with the experimentation on your voice to raise it to the correct pitch and tone of a female. I'd like to take this opportunity to wish you well and to promise that I will try not to make too many mistakes. By the way, I have had great success with the vertical bed, it reduces problems with bedsores over a long treatment as yours has and will continue to be. " It is now time for you to sleep again." The professor took another hypodermic and again injected the contents into the cannula on my wrist. Once more everything went woozy then black. Coming round again I was immediately aware of a great pain between my legs. I dragged my eyes open and once more looking in the mirror I was horrified to see my penis was now black and stretched tight around the tubes running into it. The pain escalated and before my eyes I saw my penis shrink further until in indescribable agony I watched the organ split from the tip to its base. The strip of dead flesh fell to the floor. The front of my abdomen was now smooth from waist to crotch with only a small hole where the catheter entered into my body. The pain subsided and I fell into a deep sleep. I was awoken by hand resting on my shoulder and I opened my eyes to see professor Martha once more. "Your penis died rather quicker than I expected" she said '' I had hoped to be here and administer a painkiller. The stems cells are now flowing into the sterile area of your body where your genitals will start to grow. I promise that you will feel much more comfortable when this has been completed." I looked again at my body. ''I used to have a beer gut, where has it gone? And my shoulders seem smaller" "The necrotising bugs can be bred to work on different parts of the body. Fat specific bugs were introduced to a stomach and muscle specific bugs were injected into your shoulders, arms, and legs." Looking again I saw my legs were long and shapely without the large thighs that had propelled me into many rugby scrums. Day by day I watched in the mirror as my body changed. My hair grew back on my head and in a neat triangle between my legs, but nowhere else. My breasts enlarged a little but stopped at a D cup size. My face became softer as a result of my own female hormones now coursing through my veins. As a rugby player I would have given a lot for a date with the woman in front of me. I had become beautiful! Professor Martha visited me again. "We now need to stabilize you and get you eating and drinking for yourself, then we can remove the tubes. You're treatment is for now complete. "We need to talk about other things including how you accept your position here. When I said that your treatment was complete I was only referring to the physical side of being a woman. There are two other important steps to complete feminization. I am prepared to put-in the time and effort to complete these two steps for you, but I have to know that you are willingly taking on the role of a woman." I was still under the effect of the tranquillizers and so my reply appeared more rational than would be expected in my circumstances. "I have watched myself being reborn in that mirror. I can no longer see any trace of the rugby- playing bloke I knew for so long. I have grown to love my looks and I don't believe I would be able to live as a man any more. I appreciate your offer of help." The professor smiled. "You have chosen well. Any other answer and you would have been demoted to guinea pig and remained on your table until my tests were completed. Now I can promote you to Free Associate and give to access to this part of the building. "I will start your training straight away by teaching you the house rules. "Firstly, this building has six floors. You may only use this floor. If you are found on any other floor you will be punished. "Rule 2. The partners must always be obeyed. Any disobedience will be punished. "Rule 3. Occupants of the building should always be dressed as ladies complete with make up and appropriate clothes. The only exception to this rule is when in your own room at night. If you are caught wearing inappropriate attire you will be punished. "You will not be punished if you seek advice when you can't avoid breaking a rule. "You must now get dressed or you will be in breach of rule 3. I will introduce to another ex-patient, her name is Jenny and she will show you how to dress and assist with you make up. This is a lesson, take note and practice what you are shown." The professor left the room and shortly after wards a young lady pushed a wheel chair into the room. "I'm Jenny" she announced in a male voice. "Its time to get you off that bed and into some clothes." Jenny came to the table and I got my first look at her. She had the most stunning face with finely applied make up. She quickly and painlessly removed both the catheter and cannula, and then started to release me from the bed. As she moved from strap to strap I noticed she had a slight limp. "I'll leave the chest strap for now until we've got you into some decent underwear, you will probably fall over otherwise." First she guided each of my legs into the legs of the silk knickers that had been lying on the chair. The knickers glided up my smooth hairless legs. Then she rolled up a gossamer thin stocking and placing my toe into the opening unrolled it all the way up my leg. The smooth feeling made little shocks of electricity rush up and down my spine. She repeated this on the second leg. Finally she reached behind my waist and hooked on a suspender belt, clipping the three suspenders to each stocking. "Right, that's all done below the waist, lets get you into the chair" she said cheerfully." Undoing the last strap I nearly feel to the floor it was only when Jenny caught and then guided my into the waiting chair that an accident was avoided. "Time to get those puppies under control." She said cheekily, showing me a bra that matched the delicate knickers. "It?s has the clip at the front so it will be like putting on a jacket" She gently lifted each of my breasts and passed it into the soft gentle caress of the bra cup. As she fastened the clip I felt the up thrust effect of the wire hidden below the bra cup. "Now that you're decent you had better have a rest, whist I make a start on your makeup. Your hair is too short to do much with at the moment. I have brought you a wig to use for now. When it is longer we can get permission to visit the 4th floor, where there is a hair dresser." "I will start on your face now, I'll go very slowly so you can watch but I don't get much practice myself" I looked at her makeup and expressed my surprise. Suddenly her cheerfully looks gave way to a sad face. "Be very careful to obey all the rules, the punishments are harsh." She picked up a tissue and wiped it over her lips and eyelids, showing it to me I could see that it was clean. "I was an early associate and very unhappy about being press ganged the way I was. I started to wander the corridors with out any make up on. Mistress Martha caught me. She said that if I wouldn't make myself beautiful she would do it for me, once and for all. "The next thing I knew was that I was strapped in a dentist chair and Mistress Martha was leaning over me with a pair of tweezers, she plucked my eye brows until my forehead was bear. Next she picked up a buzzing pen. When she applied it to my face it initially made my skin tingle then hurt. She had tattooed the color onto my lips, my eyes and my eyebrows. Even the blusher won't come off. I couldn't open my eyes for a week and had to have all my food through a straw." My mouth had dropped open and I must have been staring at her. She quickly composed her self again. "It has good and bad points." she smiled. "It saves me at least 30 minutes every morning, however my wardrobe is more limited as I have to choose my clothes to match my make up and not the other way around." I watched fascinated in the mirror as Jenny applied foundation to my face and neck then worked to put subtle colors on my upper and lower eyelids, using a pencil to emphasis the edges of my eyes and define where my eyebrows were beginning to grow back. She went over to the table and removed the wig of long brunette curls. "I matched it to your existing hair color." I looked down as she pulled it on from back towards the front tucking my short hair under the front edge. I looked up into the mirror and saw my pretty face framed by the soft flowing locks of the wig. My head was now matched the beautiful body below it. "Are you ready for the next step? It can be a little uncomfortable " Jenny asked. I quickly nodded wandering what the new experience awaited me. "There is a strict dress code for all Free Associates not working in the wards. The mistresses like us to have very small wastes, smaller than is possible by dieting or using the necrosis bugs. So we must all wear some form of corset. I have chosen a wasp bustier for you as they are easier to cope with for a novice." Jenny showed me what appeared to be a pair of stiff card sheets tied together with a nest of laces. Working from behind she fastened the eyes of the busk across my tummy. She then pulled the laces tight. My tummy felt snug and caressed "It doesn't feel as tight as I was expecting." I said. Jenny laughed. "I've only taken up the slack so far. I'll start tightening it up now." I felt her working at my back with small tugs, easing the laces through. She then gave a strong pull and I felt my internal organs being pushed up under my ribs and down into my pelvis. ''This short corset doesn't compress the ribcage like the longer type we will move you on to one of those later when you grow accustomed to this one." Jenny advised. "Nearly there, just the clothes and shoes to go." she picked up a cream silk blouse and helped me put it on. She wheeled the chair over to a handrail that was attached to the wall. "You will have to stand up now to allow me to put on the skirt for you." She put my up legs in to the black knee- length skirt and then helped me up so she could pull the skirt up to my artificially slim waist. I was just only able to stand long enough for her to complete this when I slumped back into the chair exhausted and panting for air. Jenny picked up a pair of court shoes and slid them over my stocking clad feet. '' I can now take you to your room. Mistress Trish has suggested that you should think of a name for yourself as David would seem very inappropriate for a beautiful girl like you" Jenny wheeled me a long several anonymous corridors until we reached my room. The room turned out to be a pleasant apartment with a bedroom, sitting room, bathroom and kitchenette. The bedroom contained a wardrobe filled with exciting looking clothes. Jenny went into the kitchen and prepared a meal for me. "It is not very appetizing food, but it's the best thing after not having had solid food for so long." she put a tray containing a dish of yogurt and a glass of orange juice on the table, then wheeled the chair into position. " When you have finished I'll put you to bed, as you must be exhausted and you need to rest because we start physiotherapy in the morning." I ate the food and then Jenny cleaned off the makeup, undressed me and finally helped me into bed. At last I was alone in the flat. I let my hand run-down my front until my fingers touched the soft curly hair between my legs. I continued down, exploring the new parts whilst missing those parts that used to give me pleasure. I found the soft lips of my vagina. The new nerves started to send messages to my brain. I started to gently rub, increasing the sensations and learning the pleasures that my body could now create. Next morning I woke early and lay in bed looking at the ceiling and allowing my hands to wander over my body. I was thinking over events of the last few months free of tranquillizers for the first time. If I had been given a choice to be in this situation I would undoubtedly have turned it down. But now I was here and could see and feel the results of the transformation I knew that it had made me happy and that I was grateful for being kidnapped. I was still concerned about the experimental nature of the rest of the treatment. Jenny came in and once more helped me with the unfamiliar clothes and make-up. She helped me to stand and walk a few steps. "As you get used to walking again, we must make sure you do it properly, like a lady. Walk as if you are on a tight rope, one foot in front of the other with the toes pointing outwards. Having been strapped to the bed for so long your posture is very good, you must concentrate on keeping it that way." Whilst I felt no pain I very quickly tired and needed to sit down once more. There was a knock on the door and Dr Trish came in. Jenny left, saying, "I'll come back later and help you practice making up your face". Doctor Trish sat down and made herself comfortable. "I'm glad to see you dressed. I must say Professor Martha's treatments get better every time, she has done a really good job on you. " "Thank you." I replied to the complement. She continued. "I know Martha has explained that there are three steps to becoming the a woman. The first has been completed with your beautiful body. The second is to teach you to think and act as a woman. I am here to work with you on the third step. We realized that a lot of transsexuals have a difficulty passing as women because they lack confidence; they are concerned because they have no female history from before their operation. I can give you a background and all official documents that make-up a person's identity. "Now, unlike Martha I have no background in medicine, my PhD was in computer science, specifically computer system security. On leaving college it was more profitable use my skills to breach companies? security than secure it. I am now very good at my job and can access any government computer in almost any country. This allows me to create complete histories of people who never existed. "Making you disappear was very easy because all records and information are now held in computer systems. All I had to do was to send additional transactions showing your departure and arrival in each country. Martha provided an excellent fictitious post-mortem, which I planted in the Chilean police system, which then informed the authorities in the U.K. "So having destroyed you, I now want to recreate you but there are some limitations. "Firstly, we all have American passports, this is because I found an application within the FBI computer systems that is used in their witness protection scheme. It allows new identities to be created. All I have to do is run a program and enter some details of the desired personality and then upload a scanned image. The system will then update every necessary government computer systems. This includes school, college, tax, and employment records. Two weeks later the FBI will send a package of documents via a forwarding address in the Cayman Islands. "Secondly, it is very unwise to give yourself qualifications you cannot justify, it will get you noticed and in trouble! We'll stick to something like you own background; it?s easier to remember. "Have you decided on a name yet?" "I thought I would keep my surname and use Diana as my given name." "Hmm, Diana Deans. That sounds catchy. Good choice. I'll run a check on that name to make sure you wont be sharing it with a wanted felon." Doctor Trish took out a digital camera and making sure there was only a blank wall behind me took my picture. "I'll get my computer to make several variations of this. It is suspicious if your passport and driving license have the same image. Now the important physical details, Height 5' 9". Eyes, brown and we removed all your identifying marks during the transformation." "Now, your qualifications. I'll move your law degree from Oxford to Yale and your accountancy qualifications to Harvard. Do you have any preferences over the area you will bought up in?" "I'm not very good at mimicking voices, so I think somewhere without a strong accent. It would make me more credible if I don't have to learn a new accent." "A northern state would be a good idea in that case. Let's say Boston. Do you have any special preferences about your new past life?" "How about making me Miss New England 1996?" She laughed. " A nice thought, with that body I can just see you winning the swimsuit part of the competition. However I like my planted characters to have had a very low profile. It is very easy to check manual records for an apparent celebrity. Okay, that's all the information I need. The FBI application will generate the missing details and a document detailing your life history will be included with your ID When it comes, you must study it until it is all you remember. I have found it very helpful to have visual images to help you embed your new past into your mind. I will read your history and then paste your picture into some appropriate photographs." I wanted to ask something. "Trish. Can you explain more about the background of TransLife?" "Not yet. We'll see how you feel towards us when all your procedures are complete. Till then just know that we do care for you. It is in our best interests!" Jenny returned and prepared some soup for my lunch. When the meal was finished we went back to the dressing table. "Now that you have watched me put on your make-up twice, it's your turn" I spent the rest of the afternoon continually cleaning the make-up off my face and reapplying it. My first attempts were hideous, applying too much make-up in the wrong places. After about six goes I started to look less like an over made up drag queen and more like the lady I now aspired to be. Jenny passed me a small glass bottle. "Dab a little of this behind each ear and on the back of your wrists" I pulled off the stopper and held it my nose it had a very a strong sweet smell. "Perfume? I don't think I want any of that." "Smell is one of the strongest senses to initiate memories. You are rebelling against the smell because it is not a natural part of your male past. Put it on, it's an expensive one, and get used to it, soon it will remind you of whom you now are. After all you can't wear after shave any more!" Jenny looked at me. "Let me see your hands." I held them out. "Your nails have grown nicely during your treatment. But I think you need a manicure." She moved me into an easy chair and then proceeded to shape my nails into elegant half ellipses. Choosing a color to match the lipstick I was wearing she then painted them. "Would you like your toenails doing as well?" "They certainly need a trim and it would look better if they also were the same color as my fingers." I relaxed as she worked and we chatted. I was aware that Jenny always turned the conversation to lighthearted women's topics but I eventually steered the talk around to the clinic. "Jenny, I was told that associates could leave once the experiments have been completed. Why have you stayed on?" As on the day before, Jenny became very serious. "That is true. But I am not an associate. After the trouble about the make-up and a couple of other incidents, the mistresses wanted to send me away. I really want to complete the treatment to be full woman. The only way they would accept this was for me to sign my life away to them and become a slave. "Only associates have apartments like this. I only have a simple unfurnished room and when there, I am chained to the wall." Jenny unbuttoned her blouse and pulled down one bra cup. I saw that her nipple had been pierced and a large stainless steel grommet had been inserted. "That is where the padlock goes. I also have a microchip inserted under the skin of my neck. It tells the mistresses where I am at all times. "I only put up with this in the knowledge that should your treatment be successful, I will get my voice re-trained and soon have no aspects that would point to my male past. At that stage the mistresses have agreed to free me. "Right, I'm all finished here. I'll leave you until tomorrow." Jenny quickly gathered up all her things and left my room. I sensed that she had told me more than she should have and was unhappy. Very early the next morning I was woken when professor Martha came into my room. Her brisk manner told me she was very unhappy about something. "I hear that Jenny has been telling you about her background here and the punishments that we use. Dr Trish had already refused to give information about the clinic earlier. Furthermore Jenny was specifically told to make no mention of these things. For her disobedience she is being punished. You are also to be punished but since it is your first offence I will not take away your privileges of free associate. For both your sakes do not pry any further. "We will start working on the treatment of your voice in two weeks. Until then I suggest you are very careful what questions to ask." The professor turned on her heel and marched out of the room. I got myself dressed and made a passable attempt at getting my make-up on and wig straight. I then pottered around the apartment waiting for Jenny to come. Eventually Jenny knocked on the door and came in. Her eyes were red from crying and no wonder. A stainless steel metal cage like a 16th century scolds bridle had been fastened over her head. There were two unpleasant differences from the traditional item. Where a padlock to fasten a device would have been, there was a weld; it was not coming off in the near future. Where the gag would have been I could see a mechanism that prized her jaws apart. Dribble ran from the corner of her mouth and her cheeks were stretched from the unnatural extension. Using her hands Jenny signaled that I should take my wig off. She took out what appeared to be a black bag. Approaching me from behind she roughly pulled it over my head, something hard pushed against my teeth and I had to open my mouth to let it in. As Jenny pulled I realized it was not a shapeless bag but a tight fitting hood. Eyeholes allowed me to see. From my experience with the corset the sensation of tugging at the back of my head told me that laces were been tightened, pulling the mask tight to my face. I heard the noise of the zipper and finally a metallic click. Jenny stared at me, nodded and then like her mistress, stormed out of the room. I put my hands to my head. The bag was made of leather. The gag in my mouth was a tube with 25mm hole through it. At the back I could feel a zippered flap covering the tight lacing. The tag of the zip was padlocked to a D ring on top of the hood. I panicked and rushed to the bathroom looking for something to release myself. I found a pair of nail scissors and was just about to cut along the zipper when I realized that if I tried to avoid the punishment or damaged the hood in any way I would be punished again but perhaps much more severely. Thinking of Jenny I realized that my punishment was light. I slumped down onto the bed and as Jenny must have been doing started to cry. Later professor Martha came back. "I said at the start, any punishment would fit the crime. You will wear this hood for a week. Perhaps the inconvenience of not being able to talk or chew will be a lesson you will remember. Jenny will have to take her punishment for much longer." she glanced down behind and I realized that Jenny had followed her into the room on hands and knees. A chain held by Professor Martha was attached to the front of bridle. "I can't spare my slave much more to help someone who is ungrateful. She will show you how to feed yourself through the tube and then you're on your own." Martha bent down and unhooked the chain from Jenny. She turned and left the room. Jenny went into the kitchen, made more soup then added cold water. She wrote on piece of paper: "Make sure it is not too hot or you'll burn your throat." She then took a funnel connected to a piece of tubing from a draw and pushed the tube into my gag finally she picked up the mug of soup and poured it into the funnel. I was caught unawares, choked, gagged and then swallowed as fast as I could. Jenny must have been still upset with me for she continued pouring without giving me a chance to breathe. Jenny left the room before I could get my breath back. I knew some soup had spilled so went to the bathroom to clean up. Looking in the mirror I realized that Jenny had not allowed me to clean off the make-up before pulling on the mask. My eyes were a battle of mascara that had run whilst I wept. I could only imagine the state my face would be in after the make up I was wearing had been pushed against my skin for a week. I thought to my self that I may as well make the best of a bad job and cleaned off all I could see and carefully re-applied eye shadow, liner and mascara. I spent the rest of the day cleaning the apartment least I incur any further wrath from the ladies who I was now beginning to think of as the Mistresses. I looked in the fridge for something that I could eat through the tube. The only thing that seemed appropriate for an evening meal was a carton of custard. I assembled the funnel and put a spoonful in. It stuck. I filled a glass with water and poured that in. Suddenly the blockage cleared and the custard and water both hit the back of my throat with the same choking result that lunch had been. Adding water to the custard I managed to complete the meal, at least as I was pouring I could stop for breath when I needed. That night I slept badly. My ears hurt from the tightly laced hood and as my short hair pressed against the inside of the hood it caused a fearful itching that I could find not way to remedy. I didn't see anybody for two days, but on the afternoon of the third day Jenny returned carrying bags of groceries - all of them liquid based! I followed her into the kitchen and put the items away. Whilst I did this Jenny was busy writing. "I'm sorry I was so rough, but if I hadn't done it properly it would have been worse for me. The only reason the mistress came in to tell you the tariff of your punishment was to check the tightness of the hood. Anyway to be honest I was cross with you for asking and myself for being so stupid." She tore up the note when I had read it and continued to write. "The mistress has informed me that you are invited to a dinner tonight to meet some of the other associates. I think it is to make an example of you and to remind them to keep in line. We will need to make sure you are appropriately dressed, you don't want to break rule 3 so soon after breaking rule 2! ;-)." The familiar smiley icon told me that she had now forgiven me and had got back her sense of humor. Jenny went to the wardrobe and looked through the clothes. She picked up the pen again. "It is traditional to make a dramatic entrance in these coming out parties, the hood gives you a good start, I think black would be best to match your headwear." She quickly took a black G-string and tights from a shelf and a long black evening dress from a hanger. I wrote on the pad I now carried. "No bra?" I didn?t really want my breasts to be unsupported for a long evening. She shook her head, went to a draw and got a black corset at least twice the length of the one I had been wearing. Pointing to the top and I could see two half cups that would lift my bust like a shelf! I put on the under garments and then she helped me with the corset. It went from my armpits down to my hips and I could see from the places where it didn't fit when loose that it would dramatically alter my shape. It took a long time to get it laced to Jenny's satisfaction and soon each tug at the back brought tears to my eyes. Before only my waist was constricted and to breath I could compensate for the lack of movement in my diaphragm by expanding my ribs, but now my chest was also being slowly squeezed and I could do nothing. My head swam and I passed out. When I came round Jenny was wrapping a cold wet towel around my neck. She passed me another note. "Sorry about that, I forgot this was the first time in a long line corset. I would have started a couple of days ago to get you used to it, but I was confined to my room." With me now sitting up and recovering, Jenny continued to get me dressed. The corset had six attached suspenders and she clipped these to my stockings. I looked down and noticed that the cups of the corset just sat below my breasts, leaving my nipples exposed. I raised my eyebrows. Seeing my discomfort Jenny used her fingers to indicate a smile and winked at me. She fetched the dress and arranging it on the floor, invited me to step into its ring. She moved my arms above my head, then bending down she pulled the dress up over my tightly constricted waist and bulging bust. There were no straps for my shoulders. She pulled up the zip on each side making the dress conform to my now curvaceous figure. I looked down and realized that whilst the strapless dress did cover the top of my bosoms, the apertures through which my nipples protruded. I shook my head, resigned to my forthcoming embarrassment. Jenny just made her fingers smile again. She collected two pairs of boots from the wardrobe; one had vertigo inducing 6-inch heels. Pointing to this pair she frowned and shook her head and then picked up the second pair and I was relieved to see the heels were only 3 inches, not much higher that the court shoes I had been wearing so far. The boots were knee length and laced from the toes upwards. Once more I felt constricting tugs?. I was taken over to the dressing table and Jenny scribbled on the pad "I only have your eyes to work with. This has to be wild!!" I watched her work in the mirror, using red and orange eye shadow she built up a flame effect from each eye to the edge of the hood's eyeholes. Both top and bottom lids then had the longest false eyelashes I had ever seen glued to them and blended to my own lashes with mascara and finished off with eyeliner. With the black leather hood, it was a Vixen that looked back from the mirror. Jenny then went in search of accessories, long black gloves, a choker necklace, and a small clutch purse. She dashed off a final note. "Wait here, you'll be collected and expect the unexpected! See ya." And then she was gone. I decided I should use whatever time I had to get used to the corset and boots. I gingerly pulled myself up and took a step. Because these were boots and my ankles were restricted, I found it easier to balance than I expected. I walked the length of the room several times, practicing the elegant steps I had been taught. That was too much though for I couldn't catch my breath, I was able to take small breaths but these weren't enough for the enthusiastic walking I had been doing. I would have to slow down a bit. A knock at the door announced the arrival of Mistress Trish. "I'm here to escort you to the?. Oh my word! I can see Jenny has accepted her punishment and is firing on all cylinders again. Diana, you look absolutely stunning." I fluttered my ridiculous eyelashes at her and she giggled. "Shall we go my dear?" I put my arm through hers and we left the apartment. "We are going to the board room on the 6th floor, there is a lift just here." The lift didn't have call buttons, but two small glass windows. Trish placed her thumb over the widow with an up arrow, and it light up. "Bio-Metrics. An excellent security device." Trish explained. Inside the lift each floor had a similar window to those on the outside. Trish covered the window for the 6th floor with the same thumb. "Our central security computer is loaded with the thumb prints of all residents along with the floors they are entitled to visit." I realized that one would need high privileges to access all parts of the building. At the sixth floor the lift opened directly into a large room where a long table was set out with places at each end and 3 on each side. Trish sat down in the remaining chair on the left side leaving me to sit at the head of the table opposite Mistress Martha. I looked at the 7 ladies around the table; all with the exception of Trish had their mouths open wide as they stared back. I suddenly realized that they all wore variation on twin sets in subtle colors. My first thought was that Jenny had set me up and my outfit was completely inappropriate. Then I noticed that under their tops, they too had severely corseted waists. Mistress Martha stood. "It is traditional for a new associate to introduce them selves at their coming out dinner. Unfortunately as you can see, Diana is incapable of doing this so I shall do it for her. I introduce to your fellow associates Diana Deans, now a willing member of our quest for perfect womanhood. Diana, who has qualifications in law and accountancy, will try the vocal enhancement procedure. We are all grateful for your participation Diana." All the associates clapped and I made a small curtsy (limited by the corset). "I think you will also agree that Diana has shown courage by wearing that outrageous costume which bodes well for her integration into the world outside TransMedical." I relaxed a little. Now associates, please place your hands on the table as demanded by the traditions of coming out. I saw the other associates peering at the table and then putting their arms in specific places. Jenny had come into the room, now wearing a French maids uniform. She put my wrists on the table and then pressed a concealed button. I don't know how the mechanism worked but suddenly all the associates were attached to the table by stainless steel bands. Martha continued speaking. "The tradition is to remind the associates that like a baby bird in the nest with its mouth open waiting for its mother to bring food, you are entirely dependant on the partners to feed, cloth and pay for your expensive medical procedure!" Jenny went to a side table to collect a tray of food, and then went to Mistress Martha's side. Martha went from associate to associate and put a small portion of food into their mouths. When she reached me, she took an icing syringe from the tray and squeezed the liquidized food through my gag tube. When she had been around the table twice, she returned and carefully wiped the lips of each associate. "Now that tradition is fulfilled, you shall be released to allow you to introduce yourselves to Diana." Jenny activated the switch again and the steel bands retreated into slots in the tabletop. My fellow associates introduced themselves. Their introductions were brief, only imparting their names and what there jobs had been as males. They all had a variety of backgrounds and although none actually specified it, I suspect that they were all kidnapped like myself and were now making the best of things. Most had been given roles within TransLife. The first to introduce her self was a petite lady with curly golden hair. "My name is Esther. Before the mistresses found me, I was abusing drugs. During my treatment here, they rehabilitated me." Next was a middle aged lady called Barbara. She had been a buyer for a pharmaceutical company. "I now work on the second floor, buying supplies for the clinic." "I'm Veronica." A short redhead introduced herself. "I was a metal fabricator before I was 'admitted' to TransLife. I have a workshop in the basement where I still do some special jobs to order for the mistresses. I had to make Jenny's head restraint." The last three had also been either drug abusers or alcoholics and now worked within TransLife in either clerical or nursing roles. The evening was trying for me. Because of the mask and not bringing the notepad with me, conversation was one sided. Listening to the other associates talking, their conversations were always about female topics. No mention of sport, drinking or cars, the typical male things that had previously excited me. I started to realize the truth about the physical changes being only a third of the transformation to a woman. As Trish escorted me back to my room, I felt depressed. I didn't believe that I could think like a woman. Trish must have noticed my feelings. At the apartment she asked what was wrong and I rapidly scribbled a note. "You need some girl's magazines. I'll drop some off for you. Immerse yourself in them and you'll soon start to think like a lady."