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Sampson Syndrome IV Following Doctor's Orders He had to be careful not to snag the delicate fabric on his rough skin. Just as Sandi had figured, he walked very easily in both heels. Johnny admitted that having gotten used to wearing one heel and the cast had prepared him for this moment. Sandi spotted a nail salon as she was leaving the office building. She suggested that they stop there and have a pedicure. Johnny immediately balked at the suggestion. "We can wait until we get home," he said. "Did it ever occur to you that I might like a pedicure, too? There is no one back home to give me one. I like a little pampering too, you know," Sandi answered as if he was just being selfish. "All right, already! Let's just go and get it over." "If you will just relax, I'm sure you will enjoy the experience," Sandi replied and directed him into the salon. "Hello, ladies. How may we help you today?" a young oriental woman asked. "My sister and I would like to have pedicures. Can you work us in your schedule?" Sandi asked. Johnny hoped against hope that they were too busy for drop-in customers. "Of course!" she enthused. "The wait should be no more than 10 minutes and then we can take you both at the same time." They took seats in a waiting area where two other women were holding their hands beneath ultrasonic dryers. Johnny nervously skimmed through a fashion magazine while Sandi wandered over to the nail polish display. 'A busman's holiday,' Johnny thought when he would look up towards his wife. She must be looking for products to sell at her salon. Johnny saw her speaking again to the manager for a moment before she returned. "What were you doing?" he inquired. "Among other things, I was explaining to the manager that you had an injured foot and that the technician would have to be very careful. I also told them that we wanted the paraffin wax treatment," she answered. A few minutes later they were led to adjacent pedicure chairs. They were asked to remove their hose and shoes. Johnny was somewhat embarrassed in having to raise the hem of his skirt to lower his hose. The chairs were a couple of steps up but Johnny managed the climb with no problem. The chairs were softly padded with a vibrating action that moved from the neck down to the lower back and then up again. Johnny laid back into the headrest and closed his eyes. The warm water swirling about his feet and the chair's vibration soon began to relieve some of his tension. Two lovely young oriental women introduced themselves as Kim and Loann. Kim offered Sandi a cool plastic mask which she readily accepted. Loann asked Johnny, "Would you like a facial mask to help you relax?" Seeing the blue plastic "Zorro" mask on his wife's face, he agreed. Again he laid back and relaxed. Unknown to him, Sandi removed her mask a few moments later so she could watch her husband receive his first feminine style pedicure. True, he had allowed her to shape his nails for practice when she was in beauty school, but this was going to be different and more fun. Loann was very considerate of his injury. Her gentle touch caused him to relax more and more. He was so contented that he felt himself on the verge of nodding off. Was it the lack of sleep from the night before? Was it the gentle humming and vibration emanating from the chair? Was it the light deprivation from the mask? Perhaps it was a combination of everything that allowed him to fully relax for the first time in days. The nail tech systematically shaped his nails and removed a large accumulation of cuticle. A razor device and pumice stones were used to remove all of the rough, dry skin. The gentle massaging of moisturizers finally did him in as he drifted into a contented slumber. Johnny's next recollection was Loann gently warning, "I no want to scare you. Wax very warm." Johnny felt Loann dip each foot into the warm wax three times each. She then covered this wax with plastic and towels. "I be back when wax through working," she said. Johnny lifted the mask from his eyes to acknowledge Loann's remarks. He saw Sandi sitting in the other chair with a big smile on her face. "Now tell me, how terrible was that?" Johnny smiled back for the first time that day. "I admit it did feel kind of wonderful," he confessed. Loann returned and removed the plastic wrap and the wax. Johnny blinked quickly to confirm that his toe nails matched the color of his fingernails. "That very pretty color you sister pick. It match you fingers. You like?" she asked through her ear to ear smile. "Thank you," Johnny voiced but inside he vowed to never sleep again. Several times when he was asleep he had become so much more like a woman. "How long can a person go without sleep?" he wondered to himself. "I apply queek dry to you nails. You can put you shoes on now," Loann informed. After slipping into his hose and shoes again, they paid their bill and left the salon. Johnny was ready to unleash his frustration on his wife when he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Sandi? Is that you? What brings you to the big city?" Sandi turned to see James, the owner of the remodeling company that was working on "Ladies Choice". She quickly grabbed her husband's arm in fear he might beginning running away at any moment. "Hello, James. I'm here accompanying my sister-in-law on a doctor's visit. What are you doing here?" "I'm here meeting with architects regarding another build-out we'll be doing after we finish your place. Did you say sister-in-law as in Johnny's sister?" "Forgive my lack of manners," Sandi apologized. "Jeanette, this is James. He is the owner of the construction company that is doing our resort." "James, this is Jeanette, and yes, she is Johnny's sister." James offered his hand to Johnny who had no choice but to accept. He warmly shook Johnny's soft hand while noticing that the other hand showed no wedding ring. "It's a real pleasure to meet you. I hope that you're feeling well," James offered. James continued to hold Johnny's hand until Johnny began pulling away. Johnny was so near panic that he was afraid to speak. "Voice, still be high," he prayed to himself. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and smiled. "I'm fine." "Jeanette just had a cast removed from her foot," Sandi interjected. "I can see the family resemblance," James said to both of them. "Except you are much, much prettier than your brother. Where is Johnny? I haven't seen him in weeks." "Every since he quit attending your planning sessions down at the bar," Sandi joked. "He's out of town on business." "Jeanette, how long will you be in town? Is your husband here with you?" Sandi jumped in before Johnny could answer. "Jeanette doesn't have a husband. She will be staying with us indefinitely. She is going to help set up the office while my husband is gone." Johnny's head almost spun off, as he quickly looked at Sandi. She didn't as much as blink after having said something so preposterous. "Well, I look forward to seeing you again," James said smiling. "If you ladies will excuse me, I have to go to my meeting." Sandi feigned disappointment. "We were hoping you might join us for lunch." Johnny abhorred men who hit women, but for a brief moment, the thought was appealing. "Please allow me to have a rain check," James apologized. "Business before pleasure, darn it!" "Fine," Sandi said. "Don't wait too long to redeem that rain check." "I won't. You can be certain of that!" Johnny waited until James was out of hearing range. "What is wrong with you? Are you out of your mind?" "Before you go too far, Jeanette, let's get off the sidewalk and discuss this rationally," Sandi scolded. "I'm starving. Let's go over to that restaurant and get a bite and we can talk." All he really wanted to do was go home and put on his own clothes but for some reason he couldn't voice his objections. Had wearing women's clothing suddenly made him docile? They were seated and both ordered a small chicken Caesar salad and bottled water. Sandi ordered each of them a rum and Diet Coke in hopes it would calm both of them. Sandi had cooled off after having been berated by her husband but still wanted to resolve the conflict. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you in any way," Sandi began. "I certainly didn't mean to." "I wasn't sure if I should trying digging a hole and pulling the ground in over me or just run for home." "Meeting James was an unfortunate event but he was sure to see you someday in the near future." "He would not have seen me dressed like this ever if it wasn't for him stumbling upon us today. What was all of this business about Johnny being gone and Jeanette working at the resort?" "Let me ask you a few questions first." She paused to allow the waiter to serve their drinks and leave. "Do you realize just how much we are missing your computer expertise at work? The computer system is completely fouled up and we have been waiting for you to recover so you can fix it." "I guess I offer some talents to the operation" he stated modestly. But what..." "Wait, let me go on," she continued. "Since you are our computer expert, it is real important that you get back to work as soon as possible." "I'm ready. I'll be there bright and early tomorrow morning." "Is Johnny prepared to be seen by his construction worker buddies wearing high heels and a bra? You have to wear the heels so that your foot will mend and Mary says that without a bra, your breast will sag badly. How are you going to hide a large set of floppy boobs?" "I don't know what you're driving at," he wondered almost afraid to hear more. "I'm convinced that my husband would be very embarrassed if he was seen wearing a bra and heels. What are you going to do if those people who see a man in some women's apparel then start noticing you lack of facial and body hair or how fast your hair is growing? How are you going to explain your narrow waist and widening hips?" Johnny felt like a N.F.L. place kicker who just fell on a fumble and was being squashed as one lineman after another piled on. Sandi continued her assault. "I think my husband would be mortified but my sister-in-law...." "You're suggesting that I continue to masquerade as a woman when I come to work?" "Not masquerade. You must look like a woman, move like a woman, and even think like a woman unless Johnny is willing to be discovered." "There has got to be some other way. Maybe I could work at night when everyone is gone for the day. That way I can wear my guy clothes even if I have to wear a damn bra and these high heels," he reasoned. "That won't work," Sandi countered. "You are constantly calling suppliers and meeting with salesmen and technicians and construction workers. Who could possibly handle their work load plus cover for you during the day?" "Well I certainly can't do my old job as a woman. Sooner or later someone would recognize me and then the cat would really be out of the bag," he argued back. "I need to go to the ladies room, how about you?" Sandi asked trying to allow both of them time to formulate their side of the discussion. "I can wait," he said knowing he would have to use the ladies room dressed as he was. "What if James returns while you're here at the table alone?" she teased. "Or is that what you're hoping for?" "Ha! Ha! It is to laugh!" he countered in his Daffy Duck voice that sounded very different an octave higher than normal. "OK, let's go." They entered the bathroom and found it empty. "Just make sure your feet are pointing the right way," Sandi suggested as they entered individual stalls. Johnny waited until he heard Sandi's door open before leaving his stall. She was standing before a large vanity mirror digging through her purse. "A lady always takes time to freshen her makeup after eating," she instructed. "Look in your purse and you'll find a compact and your lipstick." He watched his wife and tried to copy her actions. He applied a little powder to his nose and around his mouth and then began lining and filling in his lips with the crimson red colors. Sandi was very complimentary of his first efforts in applying makeup. When they returned to their table, Sandi decided to up the ante by appealing to his practical side. "We have invested a great deal of our money into Mary's research. I doubt the F.D.A. would approve her treatment when her only test subject has changed so much." She took a drink of her water to allow his brain to start following her lead. "The only problem you would have now is long hair if you had not gotten a haircut, but that's water under the bridge. You did and so we have to make the best of a bad situation." "I wish I would have just stayed fat and bald," he sighed. "Every action since I started re-growing my hair has pushed me farther and farther from being the man I was. "First, the liposuction left me with what looked like I had breasts and the beginning of a woman's figure...then my body hair won't grow back...then I get beat up and end up looking like the sister I never had...and now I am going to have to wear women's shoes and underclothes." "You know it's what the Doctor ordered and you brought on the bra and heels yourself." "I know! I know!" he huffed in exasperation. "I'm afraid." "Afraid of what?" Sandi asked as she stroked his hand. "The way things are progressing, I'm afraid that the formula will be a bust and that I'll end up stuck like this!" he said gesturing towards himself from his sophisticated hair-do to his polished toes hidden inside 3 inch leather pumps. "Oh, don't be such a pessimist. Up until recently, you were always such an optimist. You played the same six numbers on the lotto for over 2 years before it paid off," Sandi argued. "My numbers never paid off! If you knew anything about baseball, you would have known that Hank Aaron's number was 44 not 40!" he joked. "Sorry for my ignorance of such important matters. I hope 90 million apologies will be enough," she replied. "Try to think of at least one good thing that has come since all of the events that have changed you began." Johnny thought back to the events of the recent past. First the liposuction on his waist and face that left him with very little facial and body hair and the beginning of what appeared to be a woman's physique. The resulting changes to his body caused him to have to wear a corset and go on an extreme diet. He lost weight but was being mistaken for a woman. This caused him to get a haircut, which led to a severe beating, which resulted with an even more feminine body. Finally, he sat before his wife trying to think of any positive results from his travails. He appeared to be heading towards a future of wearing high heeled shoes, a necessary bra, and having to appear to the public as a woman. He felt the long hair about his painted face, the restriction of the woman's foundations and outerwear, the height of the heel of the shoes he was forced to wear, and the glimmer of the polish on all of his nails. "If there is anything positive about this whole affair..." He paused to reflect. "Is you and I have been spending much more time together...even if it does involve doing things that I would rather not do." "Anything else?" she pressed. "I guess when this is all over I'll have a greater appreciation for you and other women and what it takes to dress and look as you must." "That is so sweet and insightful. If you would only look at this as a great adventure you might find it interesting and perhaps even enjoyable," she noted. "I doubt that very seriously!" he retorted. "Like it or not, the foreseeable future has you wearing high heels and a bra. I know you will feel more comfortable with your circumstances if you become the person who would normally wear those items. In other words, Johnny will always be embarrassed by wearing them but Jeanette will grow comfortable in them very quickly if you will allow her." "How do I do that?" "You think yourself into being," Sandi answered. "In other words, you allow yourself to think like Jeanette and enjoy the things Jeanette would enjoy by making yourself do them with a positive attitude." "Such as?" "By doing things a woman would do! And one of the favorite things a woman loves to do is to shop and that's just what we're going to do...starting right now!" she said as she led him out of the restaurant and into a large department store. Start With the Necessities Johnny followed his wife straight to the foundation department. "One thing necessary for every mature woman is bras. You only have the one I let you borrow and it doesn't fit perfectly," Sandi said quietly. "You need to have some that are made to fit you correctly." 'Maybe if I cooperate, this day will finally come to an end,' he thought although every atom of his being wanted to revolt against buying brassieres. He stayed close at Sandi's side in fear of being lost in this silk and nylon jungle. A slender young woman approached and asked, "May I help you ladies find anything in particular?" "Yes, my sister needs to be fitted for some new bras," Sandi answered immediately. "I'm a registered fitter," the clerk proclaimed. "If you will follow me inside the fitting area, I would be happy to determine your size." Johnny wasn't sure what being 'fitted' meant but he was positive, at this point, that he would rather set his hair on fire and put it out with a brick. "If you would prefer," the clerk said beginning her sales pitch, "I can measure you for all of your lingerie needs at the same time." "That is a wonderful idea!" Sandi replied with too much enthusiasm for her husband's comfort. "Great! Please step behind the curtain and remove your clothes except for your panties. My name is Allison. Please call me when you are ready." "What the Hell is going on?" he complained as soon as Allison had exited. "You need underwear," Sandi said calmly. "Your old ones don't fit and I don't have enough for both of us to wear. Let me help you out of your clothes." He blushed the brightest of reds as Michelle began pulling the cloth tape firmly around his chest wall and then later around the fullest part of his breasts. He achieved a red not even on the color spectrum when she measured the narrowness of his waist and the fullness of his hips beneath his panty girdle. She paused every so slightly while measuring his bottom. "A 36 B bra and size 5 panties," Michelle announced after consulting a chart. "If you will wait here, perhaps your sister and I can find some styles in your size." As the two women left, Johnny mumbled to himself, "Like I would be running around in public practically naked!" Sandi and Michelle began selecting bra and panty sets in a rainbow of pastel shades. After making over a dozen selections, Michelle spoke. "Pardon me, but may I ask you a question?" "Sure, what do want to know?" Sandi answered while never taking her eyes off of the endless selections before her. "Is the other lady your husband?" Cold sweat erupted from Sandi's forehead but she tried to remain calm. "Why in the world would you ask such a question?" "Ma'am, I don't mean to pry but I saw evidence of the person in the other room being a male while I was measuring for panties," the young clerk answered. "Please, don't make a scene," Sandi begged. "Yes, that is my husband and I sort of forced him in here. If you will just give us a few minutes, we'll leave." "Please, wait! Please don't be upset. I'm not! I was just curious. The reason is because... well, you see... I'm a male too." "You're kidding! I would have never guessed." "I've been living as a girl for over four years now." "You said you are a male. I don't see the slightest thing masculine about you!" "Thank you. It has been a lot of work and I've been under the care of a wonderful doctor. I plan to have the only thing male about me removed in about three months." "You must be thrilled to be coming so close to the end." "Oh, I am but I didn't bring all of this up just to reveal myself to you. Actually, I wanted to tell you of a company that creates products to help men become women. I am paid a finder's fee for anyone I recommend that buys their products. Are you interested?" "I might be. What kind of products do they have?" "Let's step behind the curtain over here and I can show you one of their best items." Behind the curtain, Allison lifted her full skirt up her bare thighs and past her groin. Sandi saw a pair of semi-transparent panties with the unmistakable outline of the triangular pubic hair that covers a woman's genitals. "This is called the Purr-fect Panty," Allison explained. "Even the closest scrutiny will not reveal the maleness beneath. From seeing his very feminine body, I know your husband is serious about being a woman. He definitely needs one of these to make him more comfortable no matter what he is wearing." Sandi marveled at the perfect femininity portrayed beneath Allison's panties. "Do you always wear it?" "Of course, by not ever seeing my penis, I sometimes forget it's even there! I can even go to the restroom without removing it." "I am very interested! How can I reach the company?" Sandi asked. "Your husband must be worrying where we are. I'll get them on the telephone and then I'll come and take over." "Sandi, where have you been?" Johnny asked as she entered with her arms loaded with colorful linger. "I thought you had left!" "No way, I wouldn't miss a shopping trip with my sister." "Yea, right! Is all that stuff necessary?" "A real lady would be excited about seeing 'all this stuff'" she corrected. "Unless you want to wave a red flag, you had better act excited too!" Sandi pulled out a lavender bra and panty set. "This is real pretty. Let's try it first." She had Johnny slip his arms through the bra straps so she could secure it in the back. "You're going to have to learn to do this yourself," she warned. Just as she was checking the fit at the cups, Allison returned saying she would help fit this bunch while Sandi looked for some other choices. Sandi quickly agreed and left her husband to the clerk's care as she hurried to the phone. "Hello!" the voice on the other end of the line responded to Sandi's greeting. "My name is Jennifer with Femme Forever. Allison tells me that you are interested in some of our products for your husband." "I know we're interested in hiding his manhood with the item that Allison is wearing." "Actually, it's two pieces--the Missing Man and the Purr-fect panty. The Missing Man flattens and shapes the groin area to appear just like a woman's beneath clothing and the Purr-fect panty makes the area appear female even without clothing," the sales lady informed. Sandi agreed to purchase three of each item in Johnny's size. She used her credit card to purchase the items with guaranteed overnight delivery. The clerk also promised to send a full catalog and some free samples with the order. Sandi returned to the dressing cubicle to find her husband busily trying on a black demi-bra. She noticed about a dozen different sets scattered about the area. Most had been tried on from observing the stack of hangers. She noticed Allison selling Johnny on the unique benefits of the garment he was currently modeling. "This is a perfect fit. See how it elevates your breasts. It would look wonderful under anything from a tight knit top or a lovely evening gown." "Allison," Mary interrupted. "Please hold all of the sets that fit and are flattering. We need to do some shopping for other items. While we are gone would you please find a variety of slips and two dozen pair of pantyhose in the basic colors--nude, off black and ivory? We'll return in a little while." "Why are you spending so much?" Johnny asked when they were out of hearing range. "It's not like were going to go broke! Besides, you need clothing: lingerie, shoes, skirts, tops, and jeans," Sandi answered. His interest was aroused at the idea of getting some jeans. At least they would be manlier than the items she had enumerated. Mary noted his interest in jeans and decided they would be the last item purchased. Johnny endured Sandi's insistence that he purchase a variety of high heeled shoes even to the point of acquiring a pair of rhinestone encrusted formal sandals. "Where in Hell would I ever wear those?" he had asked but he now owned them anyway. Blouses, sweaters, skirts and dresses preceded his anticipated journey to the jeans department. 'At last,' he thought. 'Cclothing that makes sense!' He was to be sorely disappointed. Sandi helped him find several pairs of ladies jeans in his size and insisted that he tries each pair on for fit. The first thing he noticed was how differently they fit from his male jeans. They were pleasantly snug in the waist and butt but overly tight in the crotch especially after his wife pulled them up to his new waist. This put an extra strain on his hidden genitals. He told her of his discomfort. "They fit fine," Sandi said. "We'll have to do something about the unladylike bulge before you can wear them in public." After all of the other changes in his life, he quickly asked, "What kind of something?" Sandi giggled. "Just a bit of camouflage, that's all." It took four trips each for Sandi and Johnny to unload all of the clothing and accessories Sandi insisted that her husband required. Johnny was relieved to be home and out of the public eye. He was pleased that no one had questioned his femininity. He was also extremely alarmed that no on had questioned his femininity. Well, There Are Some Good Points Morning came quickly as Sandi had kept her husband awake most of the night trying to quench her suddenly insatiable sexual appetite. Johnny had problems "rising to the occasion" at first but became aroused enough for one session after Sandi had spent an extended period getting him excited. He was embarrassed at first. His wife used many of the same techniques on him that he normally used on her. He couldn't believe how responsive his breasts had become. It was as if his enlarged nipples would reach upward towards Sandi's waiting lips. The pleasure her actions provided him soon had him disregarding his earlier embarrassment. His maleness followed the arousal of his breast as if there were a direct connection between it and his nipples. When he climaxed the first time he was unsure if he felt more pleasure between his legs or from his breasts. It appeared that a great deal of sensitivity has left his groin to reside in his new feminine breasts. After one minor eruption, his maleness went to sleep. Johnny would have preferred to follow suit but Sandi had other ideas. She began caressing and kissing every inch of his body. Unknown to her husband, Sandi was excited by the smoothness of his skin and the remaining hint of perfume. She wanted him to feel the same excitement. Sandi wanted her husband to learn to relish the attention given each of his womanly traits. "Your skin is a smooth as silk," she began. "It feels wonderful to touch! I love the way your long hair smells and feels. Longer hair makes you look so sexy, I can't contain myself!" she continued. She made no comment on the drastic change to his breasts but rather showed him through her ministrations how wonderful they were. He couldn't understand how something so embarrassing could also give so much pleasure. He forced himself to lie perfectly still and not make a sound lest Sandi stop. Despite his best efforts, Sandi smiled when she heard a soft, contented purr come from his mouth. Making Sure the South Won't Rise Johnny's voice had reverted back to normal now that the medicine Mary had applied to his vocal cords had vanished. Sandi had already grown to appreciate his softer feminine voice and was sorely disappointed when it departed. She knew she had to find a way to get the pitch elevating medicine on his vocal cords again. Sandi left Johnny in the bedroom alone only for a short period when she went to answer a ring at the door. The items to conceal her husband's maleness had arrived and she immediately went into the kitchen to inspect her purchase. The first item, The Missing Man looked innocent enough. It was flesh colored and appeared to be much like a small jock strap. The instructions which accompanied the article showed pictures of a male's genitals before and after wearing the device. The difference was amazing. No bulge showed and, in fact, it was molded to make it appear that the wearer had the lips and slit of a normal vagina. It also showed how the wearer must fold his genitals back and his testicles must be pushed back into the body cavity. The article warned that the device should only be worn for short periods lest permanent, irreversible sterilization occur. A line following the warning caught her attention: "If after reading the above warning, the wearer (or the person buying The Missing Man for someone else) should desire a permanent shrinking of the penis, a one week supply of Oops! There it Aien't (OTA) is provided. The OTA cream shrinks the penis and testicles and makes the groin area easier to conceal. After continued use, the penis becomes useless and will remain safely tucked away even when The Missing Man is not in use. The smaller penis can be easily contained with a normal pair of panties. An order form is provided for your convenience to purchase more Oops! There it Aien't." "Oops! There it Aien't comes labeled as OTA. When the user is not to know what the effect of OTA is, Forever Femme has found that an explanation to the user that the cream is a temporary desensitizer can be useful. The wearer can be told that using the OTA cream will make the garment much more comfortable to wear. Oops! There it Aien't is cool when applied and will immediately cause the penis to shrink for a short period of time. Continued use will extend the effective period until it is no longer needed." The second garment was much more interesting. It could barely be seen. Sandi laid it across her palm and was amazed at how it seemed to disappear against her skin. What was visible was an inverted triangle of curly, blond hair. The hair had been inserted in such a way that a part occurred at the exact location of the vaginal opening. The enclosed brochure explained how the Purr-fect Panties were to be used. "Purr-fect Panties gives the male wearer the look of a female even when seen without clothes. With a pair of sheer panties, Purr-fect Panties can fool any person, even a doctor. Purr-fect Panties are only effective when worn over The Missing Man or after the wearer has been using Oops! There it Aien't for six months or more." Sandi yelled to her husband to take a bath while she made coffee. She wanted time to plan how she would get Johnny to wear the new items. Johnny would much rather have taken a shower but could not stand on his toes long enough to accomplish one. Sandi had joked that she would try to find some high heeled shower sandals but until then he would have to take baths. She had also convinced him that his foot would heal faster if he would take long soaking baths with plenty of moisturizers. Sandi entered the bathroom carrying coffee. She smiled at the sight of her spouse lying in a hot bubble bath. His hair was pinned up on top of his head like Sandi had shown him earlier. Pink tinted bubbles surrounded him with only his head and the tip of his breasts not totally submerged. She set the coffee on the rim of the tub. "You soak a while and I'll get you some clothes to wear." "Make sure those clothes include a pair of pants," he insisted as she was leaving. Sandi had already planned on having him wear a pair of women's jeans. What Johnny didn't realize was that his wife had purchase a pair of stretch jeans with a shorter than normal rise from the crotch to the waist. She knew he would be uncomfortable from having his genitals compressed. When he entered the dressing area he found his clothes neatly arranged. He put on the white panties and a matching bra. A pair of nude colored knee high hose were quickly donned. He cringed at how the off white short sleeved sweater hugged and outlined his breasts. Johnny pulled the jeans up to his knees and then slipped his feet into the black leather high heeled boots. He was thankful that Sandi was going to let him dress casually. He stood and began pulling the jeans up. He noticed that he had to pull them higher than his men's jeans before they would button. He first had to get them past his expanded hips to where his waist nipped in. They seemed to fit almost perfectly. They were comfortably snug in the waist, seat, and thighs. Except for the tightness in the groin, they were serviceable. The outline of his penis was clearly visible in the front. Sandi made no comment regarding the bulge in the front of his jeans. She ushered him to the vanity where she quickly applied light daytime makeup to his face. She clipped a pair of tight earrings to his lobes as she finished. "Why do I need earrings to stay at home?" he complained. "You need to get used to them. A stylishly dressed lady always wears earrings. Without them you will draw attention to yourself. You never see me without them," she finished as she exposed the diamond studs. "Of course," she relented, "pierced earrings aren't uncomfortable like clip- ons." She hoped the seeds she planted would later bear fruit. "How do your clothes fit?" she asked. "I would prefer a baggier sweater," he said indicating how his current top emphasized his breasts. "And these jeans are real tight in the crotch." "I noticed," she stated. "Unless you want to wear dresses and skirts exclusively for the next six months or so, we will have to hide that unladylike protrusion. You don't even have them pulled up all the way," she said as she pulled the waistband higher. Johnny winced at the crushing feeling. Johnny looked at the clear outline of his penis. "What do you have in mind?" "Pull your pants and panties off and I'll bring back the solution," she remarked as she headed out the door. He hesitated for a moment before deciding he would have to try something lest he be condemned to exposing his legs for the next number of months. Reluctantly, he complied with her directive. Sandi returned carrying a bag. "This is a three part system," she explained. "It's quite tight so you are to use this cream first to lessen the discomfort." "What do you mean discomfort?" "Are you going to tell me you are comfortable now? I imagine you feel like you're being crushed! This cream sort of deadens the area so you won't feel the pressure." "I don't want a dead dick!" he interrupted. "Don't worry! The effectiveness of the cream only lasts a short time. It's mainly to help you get first part into place." She opened the tube and squeezed some on the ends of her fingers. She began applying the cream. "How does it feel?" she purred. Her touch felt wonderful and he immediately felt two different sensations. His penis and testicles had a cool, tingling feeling and they seemed to shrink somewhat as she continued. He couldn't understand how the cream could offset what would be his normal response when Sandi stroked him like that. Her touch was pleasant but the only real stimulation he felt was in his nipples which pressed harder against the soft sweater. Sandi noticed his reaction but said nothing. She continued to rub the cream into his skin longer than necessary. She didn't want him to think about how his private parts were suddenly smaller and more pliable. While his mind was distracted by his response and non-response, she slipped the Missing Man up nearly in place. She folded his penis back and pushed his testicles back into his abdomen with little problem. When she pulled the Missing Man into place, her husband's knees buckled. "Relax, and give yourself time to adjust," she said before he could protest. While he was still trying to catch his breath, she slipped The Bushmaster and his sheer panties back in place. He looked down at the perfect imitation of a woman's crotch and panicked. "Get it off now!" he demanded. "Give yourself time to get used to it unless you would rather take these pants back to the store and get some more skirts." "But Honey, I look just like a woman," he argued trying to change her mind. "I know! Now you can wear pants whenever it is appropriate," she countered. "Let's slip your jeans and boots on." Johnny stood before the mirror and had to admit the appearance was much better. The skin tight jeans molded around his womanly hips and behind. They followed the graceful flow of his legs. The most amazing thing was how they hugged his crotch showing the appearance of feminine flesh beneath. "I bought you three so you can always have one on," Sandi informed. "I don't want to wear this all the time!" "After some practice at keeping your legs together, you might be able to do without them with some fuller skirts. Until then, you need to wear them even when wearing skirts so that if you do show yourself, the only thing that will be shown is that which a woman would have." "No one will ever see this thing!" "Not if you're careful," Sandi countered. "I think that it will help you stay in the right frame of mind and not forget how you are dressed." "Like I'm going to somehow forget," he mumbled. Old Job - New Name The week passed with Johnny constantly wearing his controlling device. Sandi was relentless in her training insisting that Johnny stay in character all of the time. She would only let him speak in a higher feminine voice. Unknown to him, the task was easier since she spiked his mouth wash with the pitch elevating solution Mary had used. He simply assumed that it was getting easier to speak in a higher timbre because of all of the enforced practice. The gargling was doing more than keeping his breath minty fresh. Jeanette was the only name Sandi would call her husband. She explained to him that she needed the practice in calling him by his feminine name so that she wouldn't make a mistake and give him away in public. Sandi also insisted that he stay on a strict diet. She continued recalibrating the scales so that the 156 pounds that the scales showed were actually showing 25 pounds more than reality. Sandi figured that by the time the scales read his goal weight of 150 pounds she would have calibrated them down by 30 pounds or more. Although he couldn't do much aerobic exercising because of his high heels, Sandi did get him involved in a program of daily stretching and abdominal exercises. The combination of the hormones injected into his system by Charlotte and the stretching caused his once masculine musculature to melt into long feminine muscles. His waist was dissolving and now was a mere 25 inches. Every evening when Sandi came home from work she would explain how things were falling apart without his help on the computer. He would tell her to bring work home for him to do but she always complained that they needed him there on a daily basis immediately if the clinic was going to open in the next six weeks as planned. Part of Johnny's responsibilities was to deal with all of the salesmen and suppliers. This was not being done and was causing a real burden on all of the other staff members. Feeling guilty, he agreed to go into the office the next day to resume his duties. Sandi agreed to allow him to wear pants but said jeans would be out of place in his position of office manager. She produced a pair of fitted black dress slacks. He first had to don his special shapers and a pair of panty hose. Sandi explained that the pantyhose would make the pants fit smoother. A single breasted jacket covered his white shell and lacy white bra. His outfit was completed when he slipped into the black 3" pumps. Sandi applied Johnny's makeup in a style appropriate for the office. She styled his hair so that it hung loosely, spilling past his shoulders. His wife had remove the hair piece he had worn when visiting the foot doctor but his own hair had grown at such break-neck speed it was at least as long as it had appeared earlier. Sandi had left his hair free for a purpose. Just before leaving she clipped a pair of earrings on her husband's ears and mentioned offhandedly that most of her good earrings were for pierced ears. Sandi handed him a black clutch purse. "We had hoped you wouldn't disregard your responsibilities," Sandi began. "And with that in mind we got you a few items to help you in the future. Look in the wallet." He opened the ladies wallet and found it full of credit cards and other forms of identification in the name of Jeanette A. North. He noticed that many of the cards were duplicates of the major credit cards he had carried in his old wallet except these were in his new female name. He winced when he noticed cards from several of the exclusively women's clothing stores. "How did you pull this off? I'm surprised the credit card companies would be so negligent that they would furnish credit cards for a fictional person...makes me wonder what other mistakes they are making," he said. "Turn the wallet to the other side," Sandi instructed with a big smile of anticipation. "What the Hell!" he exclaimed. Inside clear compartments were two other forms of identification: a social security card and a driver's license showing his face in full feminine glory. They both looked authentic and official. "Sandi, where did you get these?" he demanded. "Tear them up immediately before the police catch me with them and throw me under the jail!" His wife stopped him before he could extract the documents. "Stop, they are perfectly fine! Charlotte has friends at the Department of Public Safety and at the Social Security office. They are both completely official and filed with the agencies. From now on, Jeanette is not a fictional person. In the eyes of the government, she is as real as me!" "All I had to do," Sandi continued, "was to furnish them with a picture and a name. Charlotte gave them an explanation and Voila: heeeeeers Jeanette." He wanted to argue some more but realized it was useless. Finally he asked, "What's the A stand for?" "I thought Alexis would be a pretty middle name," she answered casually. "Besides, you needed a middle name for your birth certificate." He didn't even bother to ask. The identification numbers were the same as his old ones. What neither Sandi nor Johnny realized was that Charlotte's friends at the government agencies couldn't create a fictional person but they could alter an existing person. When Charlotte explained to her friends that Jeanette was a transsexual in need of some changes to help her through life, her friends were sympathetic. These women were always ready to help another sister, even one who had not been blessed by being born female. They admired a male who was ready to improve himself to a higher state of being. The women were very thorough. They contacted other friends who were able to have other records changed to his new sex. All of his insurance records were changed after a call to a woman at the insurance company. His college transcript became hers after a brief conversation with the college's female registrar. As far as the United States of America and the state of California were concerned, John Alexander North never existed. Jeanette Alexis North, however, was as real as real could be. Charlotte realized that without enormous effort and embarrassment, Johnny could never unbecome Jeanette.