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August was finally here. Long time coming too. I had waited all
year for this moment to come. The first of August. The big time
had finally arrived, my six month trip to the remote islands of
Italy. I suppose I was the lucky one. I had spent the last year
searching for work abroad. All my other mates from school had not
bothered their arses to look and had left it to the last moment.
None of them succeeded in their quest. John was the only one to
turn up at the airport to wish me good luck. It did not bother me
all that much as john was the only one whom I would actually call
a close friend. Jealous bastards the rest of them.
At seventeen I suppose I was lucky I had this opportunity. Mum
and dad had passed on in an accident some years back and I was
well used to getting along by myself but this was my first time
travelling abroad on my own. Six months as a waiter to Allesandra
Ribera, an apparently eccentric doctor on the island of Levanso
off the Sicilian coast Uninhabited except for the doc whom had
his research facility there. I said farewell to John and told him
I would call him as soon as I arrived.
The flight to Palermo airport passed fairly quickly as the
excitement built. I was to be picked up by Michel, his PA. Soon
after I landed I wandered through customs to see a man holding a
placard with my name Paul Williams written on it. Michel I
presumed. This was a man mountain, at least 6'4 and built like
the proverbial brick shithouse.
"Hi!" I blurted out not thinking of what else to say.
"Paul, Paul Williams." he said. I nodded and followed him back to
his car. Not a man for words I thought. He hardly said another
word as we travelled to Trapani to catch a boat to the island.
We docked at a small pier and Michel grabbed my bags for me. A
short drive later and we were at the gates of Mr Ribera's house.
Boy this guy liked his privacy. It was surrounded by a large wall
with barbed wire all around it. Michel took out a remote from his
pocket and opened the large wrought iron gates with it. We went
inside and as we approached the main door it creaked open.
"Aah Paul how are you?" a fifty odd year old man beamed at me.
"Your picture did you no service at all. You are indeed a pretty
boy."
Somewhat taken aback at this I blurted out, "Mr Ribera how are
you. Very pleased to meet you."
"Come inside boy you must be hungry and tired. Michel will show
you to your room and I shall prepare you something to eat."
That sounded good and I followed his PA down a long corridor
until he stopped outside my room. Well this is it, my home for
the next six months. Hope it has TV. Michel took a large key from
his pocket and opened the lock. I walked inside.
Holy shit I taught to myself as I gazed around the room. This is
the most girlish room I had ever been in. Everything was pink and
lacy. Even the girls I had been fortunate enough to cop off with
back home never had a room like this. He must have someone come
to stay with him sometimes I thought. A niece or something. How
the fuck can I stay here. The door behind me shut.
Oh well I suppose I better unpack. I can raise my concerns over
dinner. I threw my bags on the bed and opened it up. I laid out
all my gear, jeans, T-shirts, jocks and socks. I was aware I
would have to wear a uniform, all part of the contract and that
it would be supplied.
I opened the large closet to hang my clothes in but it was
already full. Every type of girl's clothes was inside. From
evening gowns to what I think the other side called summer
dresses. Now I know there is a mistake. That plank Michel has
brought me to the wrong room. Further examination of storage
space revealed drawers full of bras and the like. All very girly
stuff. What girls would call pulling pants? Pink, red, lacy they
were all here. At the base of the closet were shoes. Plenty of
them. Again a variety of shapes and colours. How the fuck anyone
stood in them let alone walked in them was beyond me. This is
getting weirder by the second.
"Dinner!" Mr Ribera shouted up the hallway.
Good I'm starving and I want to get this sorted out now. No way
was I living in a room like this. I walked down the corridor and
followed my nose. Hmmm. smelled good. I turned into the kitchen
to find Mr Ribera already eating dinner. Seafood pasta.
Excellent, one of my favourites.
"Sit down boy," exclaimed the doc. "let me explain to you what it
is I have in mind for you."
Oh well let him talk, I can bring up the room later.
"I picked you from many application letters. You have just the
face and body I have been looking for."
What the fuck was he going on about now, I was feeling very
uneasy now.
"What is going to happen to you is this. I have for a long time
now being working on a new super drug. Sex changes are big
business now and what I have developed is a very fast acting
hormone that will change a boy's body very fast. Of course it has
to be tested before I can use it. Law suits and all that, I'm
sure you understand."
"What are you talking about!" I screamed and bolted for the door.
"No point running dear boy, There is nowhere to go."
I ran from the room and hurried for the main exit but I couldn't
open it. Fear had now taken over; I could hear the doc's
footsteps behind me.
"What is the matter with you Paul, you should be pleased. Very
many men will pay thousands of euros for this. You have the right
face and body to make you very passable. Of course the hormones
won't get rid of your cock but lucky you, in a couple of months
we can operate."
Any moment now I will wake up I told myself but I new this was
for real. This fucking weirdo is going to change me into a girl.
"Fuck you!" I screamed. "I won't do it."
"You have very little choice dear boy. You can't go anywhere and
if you want to keep living I suggest you do exactly as I say. Now
here is your first injection." He pulled out a small syringe from
his pocket and jabbed it into my arm.
"You fucking moron!" I shouted back. "You won't get away with
this."
What could I do though? Mum and dad were dead. The only person
who new exactly where I went was John. He will know there is
something wrong and sort this mess out.
"Now go to your room and take a rest. If you wish to you can wear
your normal clothes until the operation. I understand you will
need some time to get used to this. I'm not all bad. Every thing
you need is in that room, makeup if you feel the urge; after all
you are going to look right stupid being a girl and not knowing
how to do your face."
I lay on the bed not knowing what to do. Tears streamed down my
face. What was to become of me? I continued to cry as I drifted
off to sleep.
I had not cheered up much the following morning. I got up and
climbed into my favourite jeans and white T-shirt.
"Good morning Paul." the doctor greeted me. "Not feel the urge to
get into a mini skirt yet then?" he sniggered.
"Fuck you!" I yelled back.
"Take your time dear boy, well boy for another short time." he
laughed. "The hormones will change you very quickly and speaking
of which here is your dose for today."
I cringed as he injected me with more of his drug.
"In that drawer over there you will find a training bra. Not very
pretty mind but it does the job."
"I won't need it you crackpot. If you think that shit your
pumping into me is going to give me tits your madder than I
already thought you were."
He just smiled and left the room.
I had to carry out my duties as normal for the rest of the day.
Cooking, cleaning and the like. I couldn't but notice the itching
around my nipples as the day progressed.
'You have got to be kidding me.' I thought to myself.
I got to bed at about twelve that night and fell asleep very
quickly. I as awakened the next morning by the burst of light
that entered the room as the curtains was drawn.
"Good morning Paul." came the by now the familiar voice of the
doc. "Time for your injection."
I climbed out of bed and sat on the side as he approached. "That
stung you fool." I said.
"Don't you worry about that? They won't go on forever."
It was only then as I stood up I noticed something different. I
had breasts. Not big but they were there.
"About time for the bra I think Paul. You won't want them going
droopy now do you?"
"I don't want them there at all!" I cried.
"Oh well come along now, I will put it on for you." He went to
the drawer and came back with a plain white bra and placed it on
me. "Would you like a nice pair of panties and dress to go with
it? It's best if you get used to these things now. It will help
you to get your head around your predicament."
"No!" I yelled. "I'm a boy. I will not wear girl's clothes."
"I don't know of any boys who wear training bras." he replied.
He was right of course. Here I was, a seventeen year old boy
standing in boxer shorts and bra.
As the weeks progressed the breasts got bigger, much to the docs
delight. I still wore my own clothes with a bra albeit a much
larger size. 34D was on the label. I don't know how those letters
work but it obviously meant "big tits". As my waist kept growing
my jeans got more uncomfortable. I was now much more resigned to
my fate. I still screamed at the doc most mornings and hated what
I was becoming but there was little I could do. What would happen
to me in the long term? I would be a woman. Every time I thought
about it I cried. I had never fancied a man. I was going to be a
transsexual lesbian. How weird was that. It was my only choice.
The day that I dreaded was here. My jeans wouldn't fit me
anymore. The extra fat the daily hormone treatment gave me made
it impossible to pull them up. I had to choose something from my
new "wardrobe". I chose a black skirt that reached my knees.
Nothing to short or lacy. It was the nearest thing I could find
to a "man's skirt" if ever there was such a thing and a plain
black top. I still wore my boxers though. It was the last bit of
male clothing I had that I could still fit on.
"Excellent!" called the doc. "I knew you would get into the swing
of things. Maybe you might try panties soon? After the operation
they will fit you nice and snug."
Oh! The operation. "When is that due to happen?" I asked dreading
the answer.
"Quiet, soon." came the reply.
"What will become of me? I will be missed by my friend John."
"Don't you worry about him? As we speak he is getting ready to
join you. I sent him an invite months ago and it's only now he
can come to visit you. As for you, I can see you getting much
closer to Michel. After all I want to make sure everything works.
In as little as three weeks you may be losing your new found
virginity."
As soon as I heard this I collapsed from the shock.
I woke the next morning to find the doctor had not wasted any
time. The terrible pain from my crotch told me something was
dreadfully wrong. I cried as I lifted up the blankets to find my
whole genital area covered in bandages.
'Oh Christ! He has done it. I'm a girl.' I drifted back to sleep.
Drugs I suspected.
I slept through the next couple of days unaware of anything
really. By the time I came around my hair which I had to grow all
along had been coloured. I also tasted something on my lips. I
managed to walk to a mirror, still in agony after the operation
and saw my reflection. The first time seeing myself as a girl.
Jesus I wish I had a girlfriend who looked like this. But shit it
was me.
"What do you think Lauren?" asked the doc.
"Well it's done now and at least I don't look like a bloke in a
dress."
"Very true. You are very beautiful."
"What's with the Lauren bit?" I asked knowing what the answer
would be.
"Well I can't call you Paul anymore can I?"
"Suppose not, what now?"
"Well now you are a girl you are going to act like one. I'm sure
you would like a boyfriend."
"No way doc. I liked girls before you done this to me and that
won't change. There is no way I am fucking a guy."
"Ahh if only that were true."
"What do you mean?" I protested.
"In two days time your bandages are coming off and you should be
functional within the week. Now who would you like to fuck?
Michel or your good friend John who should be here soon."
"Please don't do this to me. John will still recognize me."
"That won't make a difference to John. In a couple of months John
will no longer John but Shorna your new best pal. You will need
someone to pass makeup tips and the like to."
I collapsed again.
I must have been out for a couple of days. When I awoke a very
scared looking John stood beside my bed.
"What the fuck is going on here Paul? What happened to you?"
"You have woken Lauren. That is good. I hope you are pleased to
have a friend here with you. I will let you get acquainted now.
Lauren tell John what happened to you and what is going to happen
to him. I took your bandages off yesterday. You can show John
what he will be enjoying before the week is out." He just turned
and walked out of the room.
"Paul please explain. What happened your body?"
A tear trickled down my face as I lifted my skirt. "This is what
happened to me and you soon too. You will have to do as he says
or he will kill you. I have an awful idea that you are to be my
first fuck with this."
"You must be joking!" gasped John. "I'm not fucking you and
that's that. No way."
"Believe me there will be very little you can do about it."
Just then Michel barged into the room, with no hesitation John
lunged at him with venom in his anger. "You arseholes." That is
as much as he got out before the huge Michel grabbed him in a
headlock and dragged him out the door. A few minutes after that
the doc arrived back in.
"Here put these on. You are now all woman. Its time you acted
like one. By the time I'm finished with John he will be dying to
meet you."
"Great, a couple of months ago I was looking forward to working
abroad and now I am one."
I looked at what the doc had thrown at me. A small pink parcel
with a little bow. Super, I suppose I am meant to like this girly
shit now. I opened the parcel to find a few sets of lingerie.
Well, here it goes I thought. Forever in panties. I knew I had no
choice but the thought that these were being worn to turn on my
best pal for me to fuck him just seemed bizarre, a dream, and no
make that a nightmare. Well here goes.
He obviously liked black. I sat down to await my fate. I didn't
have to wait long. In walked the doc with John in tow.
"Wow you look spectacular!" leered John. Something was different
about him. "Man am I going to enjoy fucking you."
Must have been some sort of drug and I knew now my fate was
sealed. The doc just smiled and sat on the bed. He was going to
sit and watch the whole sorry episode.
"Okay John, she is all yours." I would have pleaded for mercy but
what was the point. "Suck him off Lauren."
"Wait a minute doc, you said fuck not suck. I don't know the
first thing about sucking cock."
"What better time to learn then. DO IT!"
Before I knew it I was on my knees sucking my best friends cock.
Man this is bad. The way it grew hard inside my mouth. The worst
thing was John was very much enjoying my humiliation. He was
moaning and whispering, "Suck it, suck it!" I wonder that if he
was reminded of his predicament and that the chances were he
would be on his knees sucking a cock would he enjoy it so much.
The doc was loving every minute of it.
"Go for it John!" he was screaming. "Fuck her now John."
This was it. John got up and threw me on my knees. He came round
behind me and squeezed his stiff cock into me. It hurt like hell.
He pounded away on me for what seemed like ages.
"Cum in her mouth!" was the docs next outburst.
John must have been near to cuming. His strokes were getting
faster and I could hear his voice getting louder and more
excited.
"Turn around quick and open that sweet mouth of yours Lauren!"
screamed John.
I whisked around just in time to catch all his cum in my gob. It
was disgusting.
"Don't swallow it yet dear. Let me see." I turned to show the doc
the sticky mess in my mouth. "Good girl. You now truly are a
woman. I hope John will turn out the same."
Don't miss the next instalment. Can Lauren and John free
themselves? Watch this space.
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