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Michelle Transformed By Michelle I was so glad to be finally left alone. Watching my older sister, Britt drive down the driveway with her friend Rose. They had both told me that I had better have the house clean by the time they arrived back. Rose was the more dominant of the two and after becoming friends with Britt a few years ago, had recently convinced her that the two of them should live together. Britt had started to seriously physically and socially dominate me about 12 months before that when she re-discovered my secret desire about being submissive to dominant women. She had become aware of my interests in this area along with my transvestism some time before that when she caught me trying on a pair of her silky panties late one evening. 'Oh, Michael, why', she asked interestingly. I told her that I just felt that these were more suitable clothes for me and that they felt much better than my own, boring, male underwear. That evening she made me strip and get dressed in front of her ? my stockings were held up by a black suspender belt - a lacy bra, panties and frilly slip all followed. After having me put on a pair of her high-heeled shoes that were a little large for her anyway she was just starting to have me parade around when the telephone rang. 'Oh Rose, how lucky you are to call now, can you pop over now for a few moments. Michael has something he wants to show us' I was mortified. Rose, her beautiful looking friend, often humiliated me by saying that she would get me into shape in no time. ?You would be such a lovely maid' she often said. That evening was humiliating and embarrassing. I had to display my genitals at all times to them as they touched, pinched and rubbed me to several orgasms before making me orally perform on them, bringing them to several orgasms themselves. They finally tied me to the bed spreadeagled for the night and tortured my testicles with hot wax and alligator clips until I cried for mercy. Mercy never came until they made me reach an orgasm without touching or stimulating my penis. All they did was to keep stimulating my very erect nipples. These had seemed to swell in the past few weeks and were very tender. They both agreed then that I would be perfect for their plans. All that was some weeks ago and now I was virtually their slave in every aspect. Every morning I had to get their breakfast before heading off myself. They had forbidden me to touch any of their clothes, especially their lingerie. In fact I had been banished to the small, spare room with a little bed. Rose had taken over my large room. My penis was locked in a leather sheath all night. The sheath had a ring tip which was tied to the end of the bed frame so that I could not touch, masturbate, wee or even move off the bed. Naturally my arms were attached by leather bands, around the wrists, to the top of the bed. It was difficult sleeping at first but I was used to it now. In the mornings I had to dress in stay-up stockings, ankle strap high heels, with padlocks to prevent me from removing them, and a small, frilly blouse and bra only. My penis and testicles had to be open to them and in view at all times as my body had been completely shaved of hair. I was not allowed to have an erection, which I always seemed to have and was watched whenever I used the toilet to make sure that I was always seated when peeing. I had learned to urinate sitting down, feminine style, with a flaccid penis. I had to always wipe the tip in a feminine manner. I must admit I was enjoying it somewhat as I always felt that I submissive to women. After awhile the simple act of just peeing became pleasurable, my penis was always relaxed as they watched, it became second nature to wee in their marvellous way of sitting down. Moving now, slowly into their room, I just surveyed the wonderful scene that opened in front of me. The room was strewn with wonderful flimsy lingerie items such as bras, nylons etc. My eyes fell on the black 'Merry Widow' corselet. I knew that Britt had started wearing these items just to arouse me. She now always wandered around the house in that garment with black stockings just to see if I got an erection. If I did, which was often, I was spanked on the penis until it became soft again. Many times the only way that I was able to 'soften' again was to have an orgasm. Britt preferred this as it indicated my submissiveness to her. If she knew that I was close she often stopped and started again or even waited until Rose was present, either way I was not allowed to handle myself or rub myself to orgasm. Every orgasm they produced was through nipple stimulation, unless of course they wanted to do it to me themselves. They didn't allow me to touch myself and the humiliation of being made to 'come' in the presence of the two dominant women was extreme. They often played with my penis, making it very hard. They fastened me to hooks in a wall, my feet were held apart and they played for hours with pegs on my testicles, strong dencorub right on the tip and ice, lots of ice. Britt told me that Mum would her often let her play with me when she was home with her. She told me she enjoyed watching me as she made it hard. Being 8 years older than me she was 16 when I was 8 and by then she knew exactly how it worked and the best way to handle men. I remember well her playing with my penis quite often when I was about 12 or 13, making it hard and stimulating me. She had me lie on her bed whilst she sat beside me and fondled it for hours. I was too scared not too let her, she actually produced my very first orgasm by massaging my rock hard penis. I was horrified until she explained it was normal and showed me all about my body. Many times I was tied to the bed and tickled for hours until I either came or had to wee uncontrollably. She would often show me her genitals, of course when Mum wasn't home. She would open her labia and let me look as far into her vagina as I could. 'Oh Michael, it's so simple having a vagina like this instead of clumsy old balls hanging out with a silly penis.' She often grabbed my testicles and said she would like to cut them off one day. Her breasts were just great, she often let me watch as she put on her bra but I was never allowed to touch her. 'Do you like them' she said , 'I wish they were mine' I often mused. There were days and weeks on end, I remember, when I had to go to school wearing her frilly panties and pantyhose. Now I had to wear a complete set of lingerie under my regular clothes everyday when going to work as I didn't own any normal male underwear anymore. I always wore a suspender belt with black stockings, panties, slip and bra. I was forced to wear a sweater in the office so that the black items were not apparent. When I had to use the urinal it was the cubicle instead as I had to undo my trousers to get the long line panties down to wee. I suddenly knew that I had to try that corselet on. Since I had at least 60-80 minutes before they returned, I felt a little 'experimentation' was in order. Quickly stripping everything off, I was trembling all over, I lifted the garment and stepped into it. The feeling of the silky fabric and the satin elasticised back and sides made me shudder. The corsellette was black with lots of lace around the bra cups and lower edges. It had many hooks and eyes in the front and when all were done up the spandex back seemed to tighten on its own around my waist. Best of all it had 6 suspenders. I adjusted the shoulder straps, pulling and tugging the garment to get it fitting OK. It really felt wonderful. I looked into the mirror and noticed that I had acquired a sort of a female figure. Grabbing a pair of black stockings ? these were the ones with the seams up the back, the ones that Britt torments me with as she runs her hands along each stocking to get the seams straight ? I sat on the bed and slowly pulled a stocking on. I attached the front and side suspender in the same feminine way that I watched Britt do, and then stood up to attach the back and side suspenders. The stockings made me feel so sensual as the suspenders tugged each one. I made sure each seam was straight. My penis was rock hard and my testicles throbbed. Spying an erotic pair of French knickers, I knew these to be Rose's but didn't know why they would be in this room, I pulled them on. My penis subsided a little as the satin material clung to its shaft. Its soft satiny feeling was sensational. A shortish black slip with oodles of lace followed. I felt in seventh heaven, wonderland. I sat on the little stool in front of Britt's make- up table and mirror and put one her fairly new ankle boots. These had 7 inch heels, she towers over me when she wears them ? 'they are my power shoes' she says. The thickish straps around the ankles gave me some extra support. I tottered around for several moments before I got some balance. God I felt great ? if this was how women feel every day when they dress in this wonderful gear, then make me a women now !! Little did I realise how true this was going to be. Sitting down again, I made sure that my legs were closed at the knees in the same way that all women do when they sit, I often tried to cross my legs like a girl but couldn't always get my genitals out of the way. I noticed then a jewelled box on the make-up table. This was Rose's as I had never knew Britt to have one. This must be where she keeps those wonderful, sexy earrings I have always admired. She noticed me entranced with them last week. 'If you like them so much, I will have your ears pierced and get you a pair' she snapped, but I noticed that even though her ears were pierced, these were the normal style that had the around- the-lobe clips. They were long slender stems with dainty little pearls at each end. They bounced around whenever she walked. If they were in the box I would try them on. As I opened the box I must have pricked my finger on a loose pin. The earrings were there and I reached in the room began to spin . . . . . *** . . . . I don't know how long I had been out for, but as I gradually tried to clear my head, I realised something was wrong. I was in the upstairs room, the one they were converting to something ? I wasn't allowed to enter, in fact I was told not to go past the top of the stairs. I was clearly standing up but I couldn't move my arms or legs. It was then that I realised that I was naked and suspended. Each arm was connected to the ends of a long, horizontal bar that was attached to cables themselves going into the ceiling. A ratchety noise made me look up and I saw the cables tightening. My whole body was stretched vertically very tight, my arms felt like they were going to be pulled out of my shoulder sockets. My legs were splayed apart and each ankle was attached to a similar bar connected to the floor. Leather straps padded with soft wool linings were connecting each wrist and ankle to the poles. A dull sensation in my penis made me look down. I almost passed out when I noticed a thin clear plastic tube was coming out of the end of my penis. It went for about 3-4 metres and was coiled on the floor. Also attached to my penis were two tight metal bands. One just around the tip behind the glans, the other right at the base. There was a wire attached to each band, the wires ran down to the floor and along to a small black box. The box had several switches on it and was plugged into the power socket. I then noticed that similar wires were connected to each nipple. The area around my nipples was very swollen giving the effect of small female breasts. These two wires also ran to the same box. 'Oh, you're awake girlie' said Britt who had come from behind me. 'Let me tell you what's happening'. 'Since you like women's clothes and lingerie so much, and you like being our maid, Rose and I have decide that you will now be our maid and a woman as well . However, you will be a special woman, our lady.' Rose, who was also behind me came around in front and slowly running her hand along my penis, she gently started to massage the very tip. The most sensitive part of a penis is the soft area just behind the tip. Taking a little cream from a tube she parted the opening of my penis and applied the cream. Smiling at me she said 'This is just dencorub, it will sting for a bit whilst we talk'. She had put the cream on the tube going into my penis and had worked the cream up inside by slowly moving the tube in and out. I was in agony. 'We have decided to make you into a women by removing your testicles, but you will be able to keep you penis for as long as we want. You will however never have any control of it again, nor will you ever be to touch it again.' You notice that your breasts are becoming larger.' She started stroking the small mounds around each nipple. I felt the most wonderful sensation, a tingling as she stimulated each nipple by lightly pinching them. 'We have been giving you female hormones in the form of supplements for several weeks now ? strange you never noticed. You will have size 40 breasts with a D cup in about three weeks. You will never again be dressed without a bra, nor will your heels ever touch the floor again. I had noticed strange sensations over the past month. My nipples were very sensitive and started to swell. I thought it a bit odd and was going to speak to a doctor about it. 'Over the next several weeks you will remain in this erect, strung out position. We will be applying severe pain over many sessions a day to your penis and testicles, and your new breasts. This will destroy many of the nerve endings and it de-sensitises them to your feelings and emotions whilst we gain control of your mind and your thinking. We want you to be a total female in thinking without hesitation. Eventually you will be complete women in all aspects of your behaviour as well. In a few weeks after that we will remove your testicles'. 'Michael, honey' said Britt as she started to rub my penis and testicles, 'Please understand this is for your best benefit'. 'We know how unhappy you have been as a man, and we will making you a lot happier this way, as a women.' 'In time you will be able to serve us sexually as we will you. Your testicles will be surgically removed, and your penis will eventually be in a metal sheath that bends around so that the only way you will be able to wee is to sit down. Isn't that marvellous ? that's the way all girls do it anyway. Without those silly ball things we will give you a wonderful women's look in your crotch area.' Britt often commented to Mum when we were younger that Michael often wanted to watch when we peed because he liked it better sitting down and when we wiped ourselves. 'Do you remember the time that I caught you sitting down to pee and pretending to wipe yourself like we do, you said it was so neat. By use of electrodes implanted into your prostate we will be able to erect your penis and ejaculate you whenever we want.' The door then opened and another youngish women, about 30 entered. 'This is Elizabeth, she's a surgeon, and she is going to examine you and do a few little things over the next week or so'. Elizabeth smiled at me as she faced me front on and said ' Hello beautiful' - she also rubbed her hands along my penis shaft, even with the metal bands it felt very good. 'Michael' she said 'I am in charge of your transformation over the next few weeks and will be a regular attendee now in the house, so, how do you feel at the moment' 'I feel kind of OK, except my arms and legs ache. How long have I been like this' Elizabeth said ' Just two days, we are feeding you intravenously' she said, pointing to the tube in my left arm. I must have missed seeing that. ' All your bodily functions are being monitored and your waste is properly removed by tubes. In short you are in no danger' as she pointed to a series of monitors against the wall, ' ? in fact you're in excellent condition'. Rose who was sitting just to the right of me said ' Michael, Elizabeth is an excellent surgeon and definitely in our camp as far as female superiority is concerned. She is going to outline now exactly what we have in mind for the next period of time.' *** 'OK' said Elizabeth ' Firstly Michael, from this moment onwards you do not exist as such. Your name is now Michelle and we have lodged these documents' holding up some papers so that I could read them. They were change of name and change of status papers. The name change document said that Michael Parsons requests a name change to Michelle Parsons'. These were totally routine as people change their names all the time, admittedly not to the extent that these papers represented. The second set of papers were a little less common, they were change of sex papers that have to accompany sex-change operations. They indicated that I had in fact signed and consented to such an operation. Britt then informed me, 'Your office has been notified that you have accepted the early retirement, a very early, package and we lodged papers acting as your power-of-attorney. I have total control now of every aspect of the business that Mum and Dad left'. Our parent's estate was such that Britt never needed to work again. The investments were returning a very comfortable income. 'Britt has always wanted a sister' said Elizabeth 'and I know exactly what type of women we want around the house. This is what is going to happen. Over the few weeks we will be applying very severe pain to your penis and nipples. We don't want to hurt you but this has to be done to de-sensitise those areas to any normal sensations of pleasure. I will then be able to by-pass the relevant nerve endings so that we can control every feeling to those areas. Your testicles will eventually be removed.' As soon as she said that I started to cry 'That's great, we want you to display those feminine emotions.' 'Also we plan to have a permanent attachment to your prostate and remove the excess scrotum skin.' She went to the side table and took a small plastic dish. Showing me it contained what looked like a tiny transistor. ? This is a little computer chip', said Elizabeth, 'Several of these will be implanted in different positions. We will be putting one in each nipple area, one on the nerve endings that control your penis erectile tissue. Do you realise that we will now be able to control total erection of your penis and nipples whenever and wherever we want. We may wish you to have a total hard-on all day or we may not want one to occur for several weeks. Either way as Britt told you before, you will never be able to either touch it again or control it.' As Elizabeth went back to the side table she placed the dish containing the transistor with others and returns with a curved shiny tube with lots of chains attached.' This is what we call a Prince Albert, when your penis is totally soft we slide this on and surgically attach one end to your body. The other end comes right under the area where your scrotum was and is locked around the waist' Naturally we will take it off to wash you every day, but essentially for the rest of your life during your normal duties you will never see anything but a totally feminine crotch area. Of course you will be wearing extremely tight panties with lots of lace and frills, and when you eventually are able to pee by yourself, the tube makes sure that you have to sit down' The tears were really running down my cheeks now, I wish I could have wiped my eyes, but instead Rose took a tissue and patted my cheeks dry. Britt said ' Your old, male clothing are all gone, when we need to get decent women's gear, we will all take you downtown. No one will ever tell the difference by then'. Elizabeth then reminded ' Oh, one thing I forget to tell you is that I will slightly alter your voice box so that you take on a very feminine voice, it will be little husky at first and when we smooth away the Adams Apple no one will ever tell your past. Liposuction and a little cosmetic smoothing surgery over the next few months will complete the physical transformation'. 'I have a few things to organise so Britt and Rose will start the pain treatments' 'These will be electrical shocks, quite severe, you won't be gagged but the room is totally sound proofed, the computer is set up to deliver a series of increasing shocks to your penis, testicles and nipples in random order over the four days. This shock treatment is designed to totally de-sensitise these areas by destroying the nerve endings. Unfortunately there is no other way. It is a slow process so that I will speed it a little by increasing the size of the shocks and frequency between them. This will continue for four days. In that time the tubes will remove your waste from inside your bowel and bladder. That's a side effect, the shocks are so severe that you lose control. After the shock treatment you will need the tubes for some time. We will also be pumping chemicals into your penis and bladder to sensitise the linings so that eventually you will learn to hold your bladder more like a woman can. It will be so painful to wee now that you will gradually learn to do it only once or twice a day' 'One further thing', said Elizabeth, ' scream as much as you want, it won't help you in any way. We are watching all by closed circuit and you are very tightly bound' Elizabeth was adjusting the controls on the computer turning around she said to the other girls 'How about one more time, girls, after this he or she will never have an orgasm by herself again' 'Oh Michael, er ! Michelle,' said Britt, correcting herself, 'I want five or ten minutes with your penis as does Rose, after that you won't be able to ejaculate ever again by yourself' I was really crying now although deep down I knew that this is what I really wanted. Britt took off the electrodes and started to massage my penis with a mixture of dencorub and baby oil. ? I was eight when you were born and vividly remember your circumcision, see this little ridge here, Rose, this is the most sensitive area of a penis? they were both fondling me and looking directly at me, 'I am a little sad in a way, but it is for the best for all' She started to bring me to the point of orgasm, I was moaning and feeling extreme pleasure, Rose made her stop, and started to wipe my shaft down, 'I always wanted to lick a man's penis' As she started to lick, I felt that I was going to come right there. Britt stopped her 'Michelle, remember the next orgasm will be your last forever that you will be able to feel, don't you want to control it a little' 'No Britt', I said 'please do it quickly. I have always wanted to be women so badly like you and Rose, but I was always so ashamed to discuss it with you. I realise that I was not a proper man, and now that my lifetime's desire is about to be achieved I want it very quickly. I promise that I will try not to scream too much, I realise that a women has certain areas of feeling on the body different from a man and I want that so badly' I promise from this moment on, I will serve you, Rose and Elizabeth without question' 'Oh, my little sister Michelle, I am so proud of you' Rose stood aside then and said that she wanted Britt to bring about my last orgasm. Britt, who was in tears of joy, started the slow rubbing of my penis tip as I came with big spurts of pleasure I had tears of joy myself as to what was in store. I was crying so much for joy as I came, Britt, then Rose hugged me and kissed me. Elizabeth, who was also shedding a tear, gave me a lovely kiss on the lips, and said welcome to the sisterhood, as she re-attached the electrodes. They all said goodbye to Michael and welcomed Michelle. I felt wonderful, even knowing the pain in was in for. *** The girls stood back as the Elizabeth touched a few keys on the computer and as they all left the room, I felt the shocks starting. They were immense, the pain in my testicles was searing, it felt like red hot irons, and as I started to scream and scream. I must have passed out momentarily as I was jolted back to semi- consciousness by a feeling of the most intense pain in my nipples, then my penis which so tight and rigid I felt it would be breaking off. I must have passed out again, the loss of awareness must have acted as a break to the pain as when I next came to it was dark outside. As the shocks and pain came again and again over the next hours I was permanently in a semi comatose state. There was a lot screaming, I didn't think that I would survive. I vaguely recall seeing several changes of day and night but certainly lost control of all time frames. It must have been some time before I realised the pains had stopped, the girls were standing in front of me and all electrodes were removed. Elizabeth was pricking my nipples with a needle, I couldn't feel a thing. 'It looks like it has totally worked' She moved the needle down to penis and scrotum, ' Look at this, she can't feel a thing' Rose started to massage my penis as I looked down, she was rubbing the dencorub around the glans and I couldn't feel a thing. My penis was as soft and flaccid as it could be. It didn't matter what they did, it would not become stiff and erect. Elizabeth must have started to squeeze my testicles, I was conscious of action there but no feeling whatever. 'OK now we start the next phase' said Elizabeth , 'the implants' She started to give me some injections around each nipple just outside my new breast area where the de-sensitised areas stopped. 'These are just local anaesthetics as I insert the implants onto the good ends of the severed nerves'. Again I must have passed out as I came to again and was strapped onto a surgical table. My arms were strapped out above my head and my legs were wide apart, the ankles held in stirrups. Elizabeth was wearing surgical garb, and she pulled her mask down and said 'Michelle, honey we have implanted little transistors and electrodes into your nipples as well as penis nerves. You are now almost a women as I am just about to remove your testicles. As this is the moment I want you to be wide awake and aware of the moment. You can watch this on the mirror I have positioned. This is the greatest moment of your life as you become a women. The removal of your testicles is paramount and you really don't need them anymore, as they will ruin the crotch line. Besides, Britt wants you to wear some lovely brief bikinis this summer not to mention all the lovely panties and knickers that we will be putting on you. Now I need to make a small insert where your scrotum was to hold your penis in its metal sheath. We have decided to leave your prostate in as we have connected another implant to it. This gives an extra area to control by severe pain, and we also want you to bring you to ejaculation from time to time without you having the sensation of pleasure. You do realise that you will never feel pleasure in your penis again, but we can ejaculate it when we want so you can please us. Another thing is that we will shortening your archilles tendons so that when you stand and walk, unless you are wearing high heels of at least 6 inches, you will always be on tip toes.' *** 'Now we begin' said Elizabeth. I started to struggle a little as she lifted my scrotum. 'Don't struggle, Darling' you are going to love being a girl. There will be pain but I am not giving you any local anaesthetic because this is the last pain or any feeling you will have in your old male genitals I want you to remember it'. She was right, the pain was excruciating as she made two slits along my scrotum. I saw some blood but she tied those veins off quickly. 'This tube is the sperm line, we cut it off, like this' she said as she swiftly isolated the left testicle. It appeared to be attached by some tissue to the sac lining. Elizabeth ran her scalpel around this and my left testicle popped out in her hand. She held it up to my face and said ' We will keep this for awhile'. The sperm sacs were full. 'I am going to remove your remaining sperm and freeze it' Cutting a few more tubes and tissues my right testicle was removed. I noticed that all the remaining tissue inside the sac had been scraped out and, as I watched in both and an excited and awe filled state, Elizabeth deftly removed all the extraneous skin and sutured the little remaining amount to form a new, smooth skin area where the sac had just been hanging. Ignoring my totally useless penis, the look was entirely that of a woman. Elizabeth said ' Sweetheart, we want you to sleep for awhile now I am going to give you a shot, just for a good rest. You've been through a lot so far and there is much more to come' I awoke to find that I had again been strapped out vertically. This time I was looking at my self in front of a full-length mirror. I liked what I saw. All the girls were there and admiring me. I was wearing a lovely black bra with lots of frills around the upper edges of the cups. Also on me was an older style, black spandex corset going from mid-riff to just below my waist. Its six suspenders were holding up sheer, glossy nylons. I noticed that apart from my shaped eyebrows there was not a hair on my body. My scalp had been shaved totally clean. My shape had been altered radically. My extra fat around the waist and thighs had been removed, my adams apple had gone and hands appeared much slender. My ears had been pierced and I was wearing the same earrings that I loved from Rose's collection. Rose stepped forward and dangling them to bring attention to them, smiled, kissed me and said ' A gift from me, darling' I was wearing the pair of Britt's 7 inch heels ? the same ones that I had tried on when I was initially caught in all this. 'You didn't realise the implications of the shoes' said Britt, 'they had just been purchased for you, how opportune it was that you were wearing them when we drugged you to start this. The ankle straps will support you for awhile, but eventually you will be able to slip into any pair of heels. Did Elizabeth tell you they have to be 6 inches or higher otherwise you will be on tip toes, as we shortened your achilles tendon. This includes summery sandals as well as round-the-house wear.' What was really different was my crotch area. It was totally feminine. No pubic hair and what looked like my penis had been totally pulled back through my legs; tucked tightly into my body and tied there. As my legs were splayed open and held apart at the ankles I noticed my crotch area was totally that of a women's. 'Michelle', said Elizabeth 'Welcome to world of women, you've been out for about 7 days. Britt, just loosen off the penis tie, we call that a vagina now, Michelle, do you understand, if you ever have any pain in any area, please tell us immediately but you must refer to the area as its feminine name.' I felt something being loosened and my 'new vagina' came loose. 'Now watch this' said Elizabeth as she played with a small unit that looked like a remote control unit. Suddenly my penis sprang rigidly out full to the horizontal position. I couldn't control it. It seemed very strange that I had no feeling or sensation and was harder than I had ever had in my 22 years, most of it with self masturbation. The girls all shrieked with delight, 'Let me try, let me try' said Rose, who grabbed her unit. She pushed a button and my 'vagina' when as flaccid as could be and shrank to nothing, suddenly it was up again, then down, then up, and I couldn't do a thing to prevent it. The girls were hugging me and laughing . ?Now watch this' said Elizabeth, ' You must have her vagina,' they all looked at each and nodded with approval ' totally rigid before the orgasm button is pressed' All of a sudden my 'vagina' was throbbing and spurting semen. I couldn't feel a thing but knew I was so happy to be controlled in this way. ?Michelle, for a few weeks there will a small level of sperm still left, but since we have removed your testicles, that will soon drop to nothing. Then we will want your 'vagina' to penetrate ours and as we allow you to ejaculate at our will we want to continue to experience the pleasure of an orgasm at our time of choosing. You realise that we control every aspect of life from this moment on. The way this will happen is that when we require you 'service' us you will be strapped out on the bed, we will 'erect' your 'vagina' and take turns mounting you. When we feel we are ready to have our orgasms we will bring about your ejaculation. You won't feel a thing of course but we will be at pleasure. We may wish to have it done in different positions, doggy style, or from behind, it matters not as you will be at our whim. Also you may be blindfolded as we may not want you to see who you are entering. There may be times when we want other women to mount you and have you 'service' them '. 'Now girls, watch as I attach the Prince Albert' Elizabeth gently took my very loose 'vagina' and slid a smooth glossy metal tube over it. Pulling the tip of my 'vagina' through the other end, the tube was very tight and curved to fit the shape of the space between my legs. Elizabeth was kneeling down and fiddling around with something. As she knelt down her short skirt rode up and I noticed like the other girls she was wearing lovely black stockings, but these were stay ups. The tops were very lacy. Rose was in just panties and bra, with a suspender belt and slip and Britt, who had just come home was dressed in wonderful mini skirt and panty hose. 'That's it' said Elizabeth, I have attached the body end to the eyeholes I made during the surgery, now the other end is pulled through tight', I felt it being yanked through my legs, but no pain or sensation. Elizabeth was taking two thin metal bands and wrapping each one around my waist attached them to a holder at the back. Britt then released each ankle and pulled on me a very small pair of heavily elasticised panties. Pulling each leg up they adjusted them around my waist. Standing back they allowed me to look in the mirror. With my totally hairless legs, I had also lost a lot of weight, my lower figure was that of a top model. 'Alright girls', said Britt, 'now is the big test'. My wrists were untied and for the first time in many weeks, I had completely lost all track of time, I was free to walk around. 'Michelle, as you are now one of us, we girls have no secrets. There is no need for modesty, we all walk around the house without bras and panties if we feel like it. However you must always be dressed in a minimum of a bra with corset and stockings. In a few weeks you will have size 40, D cup boobs, we all have regular periods and during that time, I have enlarged your anal opening, and you will wear a tampon like the rest of us'. I felt proud to be a woman and started to cry. They all hugged me in turn and consoled me. Rose came up, putting her hand around my shoulders, she said, ?Michelle darling, there is still a lot of training to be done. Firstly you will soon be our total slave, but we will always treat you properly. Elizabeth has connected a terminal to your prostate and we will now give you an example of what pain and punishment is left for you? Elizabeth pushed another button on her hand held unit and I experienced the most intense, severe pain, that I have ever felt It was so severe that I immediately fell to the floor writhing in pain. It was deep inside me and there was nothing I could do to alleviate it. I screamed 'Stop it, please stop it' But they held it for at least 30 seconds. They pulled me up and re-attached my wrists above my head. 'Michelle? said Britt, we haven't finished the pain yet. My panties were pulled down a little to expose my bottom, and before I realised, I was being spanked severely with a leather strap. Each girl gave me 10 of the best, I was yelling and screaming, pleading with them to stop. Finally when they stopped, Britt came around in front of me and said, ?Michelle, honey, this is to remind you that we are always the boss, even though you are now a women, you are our slave and will be regularly punished, either by prostate shock or by spanking whenever we want. It may be just be our pleasure, or simply because we don't feel well'. Elizabeth suggested that we try the nipple implants. Rose pulled down the tops of my bra cups exposing my new female nipples. They were large, swollen almost and pinkish in colour. Britt pinched one hard but I never felt anything. Elizabeth said, 'Watch this' as she again pressed a button on her remote control unit. Each nipple stood out rock hard. Pressing another button, I suddenly felt excruciating pains like needles being pushed in. 'I am going to try something. I think if we keep this on for several minutes, we can make her have an orgasm through the connection to the prostate.' The pains were just about the worst I have ever felt, I was straining at the leather cuffs I thought they would burst as my whole body arched. Suddenly, I was oozing through my new 'vagina' which was still sheathed and tied up, I felt it running down my legs. 'Ooh,' said Rose ' It's just like a little girl wetting her panties' They all laughed and hugged me, even though Elizabeth kept the nipple pain on. ' Now as your hair grows we will keep it permed. Rose will instruct you in the art of make-up and deportment, and Elizabeth will watch your body and control the feminine hormone dosages. Whenever you sit, your legs either must be crossed, or the knees together. For the next month of so you will be wearing very short hobbles to train you to take small, dainty, ladylike steps. As they undid my wrists again, I felt that I needed to wee. I told Rose, 'Please Rose I need to wee' as I was instructed to at all times. Rose was to be toilet controller. I couldn't go unless I had her permission and it was just too bad if she was out for a few hours. They led me to the toilet, where I sat down. It was strange not being able to see anything as I pulled my panties down a little as all girls do, I heard a little 'swishing' sound that all women make when they wee and felt such pain deep inside. That's the drug we have pumping into you bladder and urethra. Every time you wee the fluid makes intense pain. It will make you hold your wee for a lot longer. Now we will be pumping a lot of fluids into you with diuretics so that you can't hold it. We want you to have this excruciating pain many times a day. It's to remind you that we control you. When the weeing sound stopped, and the pain subsided, I took a little piece of toilet paper and reached through my legs in front, felt right around to the tip of metal sheath encased 'vagina' and gently wiped the tip. Dropping the paper into the bowl, I stood up, flushed and pulled my panties up tightly. 'Good girl' said Elizabeth, as she gave me a reward kiss. 'Lovely' said Rose, 'as a treat, Michelle, we have decided that you can watch us wee whoever is home, sometimes we may want you to dry us, or you lick us clean then dry us' I felt wonderful. This was exactly as I felt I wanted to live. *** All that was several months ago. Over that time, I had become almost totally feminised. My skin had softened, Britt and Rose were applying daily moisturiser creams and with the make-up I had become exquisite. My looks, facial features etc were always slight and feminine, the new make-up accentuated all that. I had to wear a total base, cheek highlights, full eye make-up with eye shadow and liner. In the evenings I had to wear false eye lashes. My nails had been shaped and I had to keep them painted bright red at all times. The same applied to my toe nails. To keep my finger nails that way during my daily work I wore heavy, tight fitting rubber gloves that came just above my elbows. These had to be on from the moment I reached the kitchen until I was ready to retire at night. My daily routine was . . . . . . I awoke at 6:00 ? I then had to gently wake Rose, who watched as I was allowed to wee. She then unlocked my Prince Albert and washed it along with my 'vagina'. She did this lovingly and gently as she was becoming very attached to me. Watching as I stepped out of my lacy negligee, she undid my bra as I sat on the little stool under the shower. I had to do this as I couldn't even stand in the shower without my 6 inch heels. Rose initially showed me how a women washes her breasts. She watched as I shampooed my hair. It was at last so beautiful. The girls had a lovely blonde rinsed colour put through it and it literally glistened when dried. . . . at 7:00 I awoke Britt and Elizabeth, when she was here. The girls then all participated in my dressing for the day. My lingerie was fairly set. The black bra was sometimes substituted for a tight fitting, all- in-one girdle. Otherwise I wore a tight half panty girdle. My crotch area had to be totally feminine shaped at all times. Sometimes they allowed me other colour stockings than black, but as most maids wear black that's what I normally wore. I had to wear a thickly bouffanted petticoat under my maids uniform. That was a short dress which was almost ballerina tutu style. That way the girls could spank me whenever they wanted. My shoes were always 6 or 7 inch heels. . . .the rest of the day involved 2 hours in the morning and again in the afternoon in feminine training. This included learning how to dress quickly as a women, things like doing up and undoing a variety of bras, getting into different types of corsets etc, putting on stockings without causing ladders or runs and finally which types slips/petticoats, i.e. full or half, goes best with different dresses. The hardest part was learning and adjusting now to be always in 6 or 7 inch heels. The short ankle shackles had been removed last week and I was totally used to taking small and dainty feminine steps. If I ever tottered or lost balance and the girls noticed, I was immediately shackled and given 15 lashes across the bottom. My bottom was now very soft, as a women's should be and very sensitive to pain. For the past three weeks the full erection button was left on. The result of this was that my 'vagina' had stood tightly out for that period. Naturally the Prince Albert was removed during that time, the girls wanted me to still understand and feel the humiliation of what I once was, and what I now had been transformed into. During that time of the day my hands were locked. besides my waist so that I could see but not touch my lovely new 'vagina'. I did notice that it was very swollen Britt often massaged it but naturally I had no feeling at all and of course there was no way I could ever ejaculate without the girls turning on the prostate button. Several times during this three week period of 'total and continuous' erection, Britt had asked some of her other, equally liberated, girl friends around. Each time I was made to parade in front of them as I served them coffee. As soon as they saw my erection they pulled my panties down and played with my 'vagina'. One lady, her named was Susan made me stand in front of her while she tongued me expertly. 'Is 'she' allowed to enter me' Susan asked Britt, 'I said whatever or anything you want' Britt snapped back, 'She doesn't even need a condom'. Susan lifted her dress, she was wearing a sexy, lacy, white torsellete with brief panties. Her stockings were the usual glossy, bone colour. She took her panties down and told me to kneel in front of her and firstly bring about her initial orgasm by licking every part of her vagina. 'Now Michelle, I want that little tongue of yours to penetrate me very deeply. My husband has gone a little like you and cannot have an erection anymore. As I don't ever want him to have any more orgasms I will not allow him any viagra type medication. I like to humiliate him about his lack of manliness.' Britt explained that I was the same but she gave Susan the remote and explained how it worked. ' This way you can turn Michelle on and off at your whim, oh, Susan, one thing you should know about Michelle is that he not like your husband. He was a perfect man in every way. We deliberately transformed him like this because we wanted to. Your husband is not suitable material for Elizabeth as he is already 'defective'. The fun here is to take perfect men and humiliate them by this process. It breaks their masculine spirit. This is what we are about.' While Britt was explaining this to Susan, she had me lie down while she showed Susan where my testicles had been removed. Susan couldn't believe that I was once a virile male. 'Oh, well' she said, 'It dosen't matter, does it, she can lick me for any hour' So for the next hour whilst Susan lay on the couch I had to penetrate her with my tongue for as long as she demanded. She came at least four times. Following that she took the remote control from Britt and played with the erection button. 'I haven't seen this for at least a year' Susan moaned. 'I want to mount him, sorry, Britt her, but I want her totally immobilised'. 'No problem', Britt took us to the surgery room and had me totally and very tightly immobilised, played out was a better word. Whilst the erection button was turned to full, Susan lowered herself on me. Britt told her to push the orgasm button when she wanted to line up her orgasm with mine. 'You see Susan, she cannot feel or do anything without this little unit. You can make her come continuously and the only pain she will have is in the prostate'. Susan made me come another five times over the next hour in line with her orgasms. The pain was so intense in my prostate that I passed out after the third, but she kept it going. At the end of that session, she lowered her vagina over my mouth and made me penetrate her for another 30 minutes. That afternoon when Susan had left, Britt came and released me. She stroked me tenderly and wiped away my tears of pain and humiliation. 'Michelle, darling, I will never do that to you again. From this moment you belong to us only. We will make you into a lady better than any of us'. Every afternoon for about 30 minutes I had a pain session. This included severe prostate electrical stimulation, as well as intra-urethral torture. The thin tube was fed up into my bladder through my 'vagina' and a series of severly irritating liquids were constantly pumped in. My mistresses were very cruel in this area. Last week I was taken outside and with the other girls had to run along the driveway. I was in my highest stiletto heels and they were in sneakers. The objective here was to train me to run in heels if I ever needed to catch a bus or whatever. Again my ankles were shackled to keep me from taking large steps and additionally my legs were bound just above the knees to further cause me to take small steps. If I fell, which was often, I was spanked on my bare bottom on the spot. *** It was now almost a year since my conversion. I was deliriously happy as a women. I had the most wonderful wardrobe, as my mistresses were constantly bringing me home lovely feminine articles. I felt that I had always been a women. Getting dressed was second nature, I could put on my bra, corset, stockings, apply the most sensational make-up within 10 minutes. My deportment was totally feminine, I found myself naturally sitting with my legs crossed at all times, even when eating at the table. I was totally subservient to the girls, who in turn were wonderful, but very firm with me. Once a week I underwent a severe shock treatment to make sure my 'vaginal tissue' was still de-sensitised. They were leaving the nipple implant buttons on longer each day as they needed me to have continual pain in my breasts. This was to make up for the time their breasts were growing and hurt them. Most nights I had to sexually service the girls as they required, but now they knew I understood this was my lot in life and didn't need to be tied down. I noticed that my new female mannerisms were coming very much to the forefront. I squealed a lot like the girls and had my hair done once a week. One day Elizabeth announced that she had new technology that she wanted to try out. She wanted to open my breasts and surgically transplant in milk producing glands. I would need about 15 ducts in each breast and tiny holes would be made in my nipple area. I really felt that this was another step towards a more complete feminization. The operation could be done in the local hospital, Elizabeth would sort out all the details and arrange for a total woman crew. I couldn't wait. The day arrived, Britt was very upset at the thought of being without me for several days and Rose, who had become very close and my special girl confidante, didn't want me to go. Elizabeth said it would be alright as I was checked into a private room in the women's ward. I didn't remember much before the operation but recall waking up to see Britt and Rose, stroking my face. 'Hello beautiful' said Rose, as she bent over to kiss me. ?I'm sorry, Rosie I was not able to help you this morning' I mumbled. She wanted me to call her that as we were special friends. Britt knew this and actually encouraged it. Rose started to cry a little and said ' Michelle, things are going to change. I want you to be my special friend. There is no more need for you to be our maid. We just want you as our sister and friend. In many respects you are more of women than we are' Elizabeth came in 'Welcome back, sleepy head, gosh you look wonderful' Then she broke the news. ?Girls we have arranged to take care of a little baby girl, two weeks old. Michelle how would you like to breast feed her and be her mother for about 6 months'. They all shrieked with delight as I cried in joy. 'The baby arrives in six weeks and we have until then we have to give Michelle all our help.' She immediately gave me a hormone shot that was meant to mimic birth and pregnancy effects. 'Over the next few days, your breasts will swell and start to produce milk. We will put you on a breast pump that induces milk flow. I have also reconnected several nerve endings in your breasts that, upon the sucking action of a baby passes pleasurable feelings to your prostate. Because you will be producing semen all the time, which could be messy, how would you feel if went the final step.' 'Do you mean removal of my old penis' they all laughed as that word hadn't been used for over a year. 'Darling', said Elizabeth, 'What we would like to do is to totally remove your penis and fashion a proper vagina for you with full sensitivity just like a real girl's. Further more' she said hesitatingly ' we have the technology to now transplant a full ovary and uterine section. How would you like to actually be impregnated and have a baby of your own' 'I can't wait' we all hugged and cried, 'whose sperm would be used' 'Why yours of course' said Elizabeth. 'Before we removed your testicles a year ago, we made ample storage of sperm'