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A Redirected Life Pt 3 By Holly Day (please read parts 1 and 2 before reading this continuation) The next day Brad came back for my second photo shoot. This time I wasn't as pliable as the last time. He would more likely get a scowl from me than a smile. He sensed that as soon as he saw me. Little did I realize, I was playing into his hands. He didn't want me to look happy today. I was to get the whole effect of the cell. Mike acted as his assistant and was dressed in leather. All of those lecherous looks he had given me were really playing on my mind now. I really wanted Sir to be here to protect me. Mike had that same look in his eye as my last trick. The restraint cuffs were put on my wrists and ankles with the locks installed in the buckles. The restraint collar was again locked around my neck. Added to this was a wide belt with d rings around my waist and stilettos were put on my feet. The rest of my body was completely exposed. The first photos were of me hogtied on the floor. Mike did the honors in attaching all of the restraints. I was never told what to do. The restraints pulled on my body and created the poses. I felt like a human pretzel, a very angry pretzel. Next, Mike used straps and clips to attach me to the X frame. A ball gag and harness was put on my head and in my mouth. I could feel the blood draining from my arms as Mike put nipple clamps on my tits and fastened weights to them. I screamed through the gag. As soon as the photos were taken I was released again. Next Mike used rope wrapped around my body and limbs. I was standing but having a hard time maintaining my balance. A blind fold was added so I couldn't see what was happening. Then I felt a smack on my back side that made me jump. Mike had used a riding crop on me. That was followed by a smack from each of the arsenal of whips, paddles, and riding crops that had lined the walls. Not knowing which direction the next blow was coming from had me completely off balance. The pain was turning exquisite with each stroke. This finally stopped and I was sure they were through. The ropes were removed from my body but were quickly attached to the various rings on my restraints. They were then run through the pulley system in the ceiling. I found myself suspended on tip toe with my legs spread apart. My head down and my arms raised high behind my back. The ball gag was finally removed but before I could even let out a moan, Mike's cock entered my mouth and I was face fucked. He then retracted and spun me around in the air ending with my ass being penetrated by his cock and thoroughly fucked my ass. "Got it," called Brad and Mike finally stepped back. The two of them undid my restraints and I slid to the floor. With my arms and legs finally free I threw off the mask and scurried to my cage. Pulling the door closed after me, I cowered in the far side of the cage as far from my tormentors as I could get. "You did fine Mindy," said Brad. "The photo shoot is over and we'll leave you alone for awhile to absorb what just happened." I had known that this was going to happen but I kept thinking they would relent. I was shaking from the fright. I wasn't badly hurt. Other than a couple welts from the crops and whips I didn't have any permanent marks. If I had trusted them I probably wouldn't have felt the panic. But I don't trust them. With trust I would have felt the freedom to submit and would have even enjoyed the exquisite pain that the crop had produced. Is that what they wanted me to learn? The next week I was still in demand but most of my customers who could afford me had already had me once. There were more lap dances and private dances while I acted as an escort on only a couple nights. As I trolled the crowd looking for new customer's I realized that I wasn't even thinking of how I was now walking. I had grown so used to walking with a sway to my hips and a disconnected smoothness in the carriage of my upper body that I doubt that I could walk with a man's gait anymore. My arms seem to naturally bend outward at my hips and my hands just hang from my wrists. Was it me or was it my new physique? I'm just not sure, but it is more comfortable to walk this way. Trying to walk like I used to is just too hard are not very natural. Maury kept his promise to arraign a beauty pageant at one of the hotels that his organization controlled in Atlantic City. The event was called the Atlantic Queen Pageant. Sir and Karl spared no expense in my costume, makeup and hair style. Simon did my dresses and swim suit. I swear he wanted to wear his creations more than I did. Michael did my makeup and I have to admit I never looked better. Anything wrong was muted and my best features were enhanced and made to stand out. Lastly Jason did my hair in several different fashions to go along with my evening gown, my party girl dress and my swim suit. There was no way any of the other trannies could compete. I think I could have won without these men but I really felt like a princess with the all of the attention. If those guys had liked trannies I would have thanked them behind closed doors. But since not I gave them all air kisses and told them how much I adored their work. The evening went as scripted. First there was the walk on in showgirl type costumes that defined our home states. My costume high lighted my state flower. The evening gown competition was the first part of the contest. My costume accentuated my figure and weighed a ton. No one had a gown to compare. Second was the party dress competition. I loved this one. I shown with perkiness and danced up the stage. I even was able to use my bimbo voice to it greatest effect in hoping for world peace. The last contest was the swim suit contest. It was obvious that I was all real. There were other girls with bigger boobs but mine were real. That was something I was very proud of and I thrust my chest out in pride as I walked that runway in my 4 inch heels. The contest results were no surprise but I cried in spite of knowing it was a set up. I was just so convinced that I could have won it fairly that I wished they had let me. However, when they called out my name as the winner, I still cried. I was given a sash saying Miss Atlantic Queen and a bouquet of flowers and did my victory walk on the runway. I was just so happy and proud. It was then that I found out that my prize was an all expense paid trip for two to the international transsexual beauty pageant to be held in Bangkok in a couple months. Sir and Karl gave each other a manly hug and rushed me off in their limousine to celebrate. It was decided that Karl would take me to Bangkok to protect their investment. Sir took me to bed that night for the first time in ages and I showed him everything that I had learned. It was glorious. The next week, I was taken back to my doctor to get my monthly shots. He took my measurements and told me the results, "You're down to 125 lbs with measurements 34/25/35. You've almost filled that 34C bra. A few more pounds and you'll be there." "What do you mean I just won the pageant?" "Yes but that was a small pageant. You're headed to the big time now with a four film deal and a trip to Bangkok. You'll be working in the big leagues and we need you to look your best." "I know," I said with a little sadness. "How much more weight, do you think, I need to lose?" "Oh, I'd say at least ten pounds." "I'm eating like a bird now how do I lose that much more." "I'll write a diet for you and give it to Bruce. No more calling in food while you're working, okay." "Okay Doctor," I pouted. "Why don't you call me Frank? Remember you're my escort for tonight. See you later," he said with a gentle pat of my rump which I had purposely exposed for the expectant gesture. "Thank you Frank," I cooed as I scampered off. Oh my I have had dreams of him spanking me. I hope it is as good as in my dreams. I think I can trust Frank. That night I was in the rotation for about half the night. I was doing a few lap dances to generate new clients and an occasional private dance for my older clients. Frank came in near midnight and Sir gave me my handbag. "Now Mindy I don't expect any gratuities tonight. This is the good Doctor's night as I'm sure he has told you." "Yes Sir, I understand. I'm part of his benefits package." Sir chuckled, "That's about right. Make sure he enjoys himself because he only gets this benefit once a year." Off I went with the good doctor. I had seen him many times before but tonight he looked quite handsome in his designer clothing. I'll make a point to give him my best effort. On the way to his place Frank got a little serious. "Mindy I think it is time to get rid of these of your useless testicles. They are the size of grapes and will never work again. Why don't you come in on an outpatient basis next week and I'll nip them off. Think of how much more comfortable you'll be. You'll be able to wear a thong like real women." I shuddered in response. "No Julie and I may still get together. You'll see. She still loves me and will come to her senses. I'm just not ready. Do you understand?" "Ok I thought I'd bring it up but you're not ready yet. So forget I said anything and let's have a good time. I'm really looking forward to this," said Frank. As expected I ended up over his knee. He smacked each of my cheeks and I let out a cry. "I'm just getting started," he said. With that he smacked each one again. Picking me up he had me leaning over the edge of the mattress supporting myself by my elbows and with my legs spread. He then bent over me and massaged my breasts as I felt him enter me from behind. I felt him pull back then enter me again and again. Then he straightened up and his right hand smacked my right cheek hard bringing a state of exquisite pain. He repeated with is left hand and I shrieked. He repeated this over several minutes. He then pushed me forward onto the bed and rolled me over. Jumping on the bed he put my legs over his shoulders and wantonly fucked me. My eyes were rolling back in my head and my back arched as he finally came. He collapsed on top of me. "That was wonderful," I whispered in his ear. "That was just the beginning," he replied. "I've been thinking of all the ways I wanted to fuck you for months." He must have fucked me another ten ways. What an imagination. I didn't get back to my cell until 8 am. I was allowed to shower and crawled back into my cage before it was again suspended. My dreams that night were of my doctor. I relived the experience over and over again, and woke with a big grin on my face. I didn't have to work the next night because filming of my first movie was to start the next day. I had lines to learn so I spent my time off learning them. My first movie was filmed at a local studio. In this story I see a psychiatrist and explain how it feels to be a woman trapped in a man's body and how I feel now that I am performing as a woman. In the opening scene I am on a psychiatrist couch. The director calls, "Action." And, I start with the line, "Doctor I need your help. I feel I am a woman but life has played a terrible trick on me." The actor playing my psychiatrist responds, "Mindy, have you had these feelings all of your life?" "Most of it doctor. By the time I was five I wanted to play with my sister's friends playing house and having tea parties. By the time I had reached puberty I was dressing in her clothes." "I see, and now that you dress as a woman, how do you feel" "Natural," I said. "I see. And what is relationship with men." "Well doctor there are a couple men the first is Kyle." The camera fades out and the director called, "Cut." I ran off and changed into a teddy and returned to the bedroom set. Arriving back, the director asked me if I was ready. "Sure," I said nervously. "Well meet Kyle your love interest in this scene." I nearly fell over. This guy had muscles on muscles. He is a total hunk. In the scene I did a strip tease for him and then take his shirt and pants off of him. I was so nervous that I couldn't undo his buttons and he had to playfully stop me and do it himself. His cock was large and I spent what seemed to be a long time just staring at it. I heard the director whisper my name and I broke out of my trance and started giving him a blow job. He played with my tits and I stood up so he could play with them. Crawling onto the bed so he could take me doggy style, I looked over my shoulder and arched my back in anticipation of him penetrating my ass. The camera moved around catching him penetrating my ass from just about every angle. After a couple minutes I felt his hands on my waist picking me up while I remained impaled on his member. He then sat down and I was ended up in his lap with my legs tucked under me. I rode him till we both came" The director called,"Cut." I didn't even hear him. I was so far out of it. Finally I came back to the reality and grabbed my teddy covering my body and ran to the dressing room. What had I just done? It took me a half hour to reemerge and ready for my next scene which was quite short. The director called, "Action." The doctor asks me, "Does your friend see anyone else?" "Yes doctor he does. She's a bitch who hates me." "Really, why?" "It may have something to do with the messages I leave on her phone." "Messages, what kind of messages?" "Oh messages warning her to leave him alone and that he wants to be with me." "That is very unhealthy. What does he think of her?" "Oh he's in lust with her." "In lust, how do you know?" "He told me of their last rendezvous" The camera fades out and the director called, "Cut. Well done Mindy you can take a break till this afternoon. I left for the dressing room. The next scene did not have me in it so I rested and studied my lines for my next scene. A knock on the door caused me to jump but it was a delivery boy with a salad lunch for me. It was so nice having someone wait on me that I gave him a kiss on the cheek and took the salad back into my dressing room and ravished it. After lunch I was back on the set on the psychiatrist couch again. The director called, "Action." "Did you ask him to make up his mind who he really wanted to be with?" "Yes but he is confused about whether he wants what I can offer or the pussy that she can offer." "That's quite a dilemma. How did you answer?" "I told him if he wasn't sure he wanted me then I'd find a man who was sure." "I see that appears to be a healthy response. You mentioned a second man." "Yes doctor he is a neighbor. I was sunbathing when he was working in his yard. Seeing me we started chatting over the fence. One thing led to another and he ended up carrying me into my bedroom." The camera faded out and the director called, "Cut. Okay Mindy off to your dressing room and get into your bikini," "Yes sir," I answered and I ran off to return in a cute little bikini. The next scene is again the bedroom. My neighbor carries me into the room and sets me down on the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I undo his belt and pants and take is cock into mouth. He proceeds to undo my top and plays with my tits as I get him good and hard. Falling back and I remove my bikini bottom before returning to giving him a blow job. He is now taking off his shirt showing off a six pack. I move back onto the bed and he takes my legs and puts them over his broad shoulders. I am looking him right in the eye as he enters my ass. I can't believe how good this feels. The lights are warm, and so is his cock buried deep up inside me ripping me in two. I end up on top in this one too however this time I am facing him. Reaching climax I moaned as he shoot his load into my ass. The camera came in to see his seed oozing out of my ass. "Cut," called the director. "Take 30 minutes and Mindy you get cleaned up for your last scene." I ran back to my dressing room and did as instructed. My final scene was back in the psychiatrist office with the doctor, "My, that could cause a problem," says the doctor. "I know doctor that's why I stopped seeing him and came here." "Well obviously you need a man's attention. You are just having a problem lining up with the right man." "I know doctor what am I to do." "Well your time's up for now I'll see you next week." The Doctor puts on his coat and heads home. "Cut," called the director. I stayed on to watch the next scene. The set was another living room. The doctor has just arrived home and is greeted by his wife. "How was your day dear?" says the wife. "My last client was interesting. Poor little trannie who is having man troubles." "I know you can help her dear. Now we have an hour before our dinner reservations what can we do." He smiles have picks her up and carries her into the bedroom. The Doctor undresses her revealing that his wife is a trannie and they end up doing a ten minutes scene in bed." "So you think you can straighten her out." "I doubt that but I can make sure she has the right curves." The director called, "Cut. That's a wrap. Thank you everyone and you can go home now. Good night." The movie was on the net in a week and the sales of DVDs soared. I'd made my first porno. Sir took me to the tattoo parlor to see Jack again and a ribbon of film was added to my tat. I was a star. Okay a porno star but it felt like I was the center of the universe at the club. I started signing pictures and everything. My business was up but there were so many new faces that I had to be careful not to get a police officer so I put the escort service on hold until I could sort out who was and wasn't a legitimate client. Thank goodness I did because after being cautious about one customer I was informed by one of the other girls that I had just entertained a cop. Over time I would be able to tell the difference so I didn't push for the big money now. In my next film I had a stretch. I had to play a masochist. I pulled heavily from my photo shoot to express my character. It started out like in the first film with me on a psychiatrist couch. "Mindy you say you have been dealing with a dangerous side of your nature. Tell me how you met this man and what you did with him?" "I first met Matt at a bar." The camera fades out and the director called, "Cut." The next scene was a bar with me dressed all in black, wearing a very low cut dress, boots, a rhinestone covered black leather collar and stilettos. The director called, "Action." Matt comes over with a beer in his hand and looks me over. "Anything you like," I purred. "Everything," he answered. "You like it on the edge don't you? Where are your friends?" "I didn't bring any but I can protect myself." "Yes I think you can I bet." I was looking him over with the same way. "Do you play rough?" I asked. "I can. It depends on the girl. If she likes it I like it. Do you have a safe word?" Jackpot, just what I wanted. "Yes its Rumpelstiltskin." He grabs my arm and off to his place we go, and the director called, "Cut." The next scene is back in my cell. The director called, "Action." I was stripped of my dress and suspended from the ceiling. Taking full advantage of my exposed breast he attached clamps. He tied a weight to my balls and cock. What could I say? I was in ecstasy with the pain. At this point a genuine girl is brought in by another actor and I spend the rest of the scene as an ornament to her story. After she has been equally restrained and tortured the two switch slaves. I am tied to the bench and my master pushes a dildo up my ass. I almost broke character and called the safe word but the other girl was a pro and never uttered a word. And, I wouldn't break if she didn't. I may be a pussy but I am not a wimp Next I am suspended just as I was in my photo shoot. First I am mouth fucked and then taken from the rear by biggest dick I ever saw. This wasn't the short session I had experienced the first time but a long drawn out affair. I'm not sure if my screams were from pain or pleasure.. The camera finally fades out and the director called, "Cut." I was allowed to clean up in my own shower and the whole crew enjoyed my unscripted shower scene. We then went back to the studio to complete the movie. I'm lying down on the psychiatrist couch when the scene starts. The director called, "Action." "Did you really enjoy that?" asked the doctor. "Yes I did and we are meeting again next weekend." "Well Mindy, you are definitely going to yield a journal article for me." As I left his office he said, "Mindy is their any chance I could see these gentlemen?" "Oh doctor I'm sure they would love to meet you. Why don't you come and hang around with us this weekend?" "Thanks I think I will." I smile maliciously and leave. The end. The director called, "Cut. That's all for today folks. Well done and Mindy, you were fantastic. I just wish all of my actors were as good as you." "Thanks I tried my best," I said and was escorted back to my cell by Mike. I was in a lot of pain after that movie. Talk about doing your own stunts. Mean while my customers at the club were pushing for my return. I came back the same day as my second photo shoot of bondage pictures hit the net. I had more offers to tie me up than I ever wanted. In reality I never wanted to be tied up again. That hurt and I never had an orgasm under pain. I admit I did like it when I was spanked but that was more like foreplay to me. Sir did have one excellent idea which he talked me into. On the Saturday before the movie's release I reenacted many of my bondage poses on one of the stages. Each half hour I would be retied in another position for the amusement of the customers. For twenty dollars you could have your picture taken with me. The second movie was also a success. The porno reviews recognized the believability of my characters. I was even nominated for a porno movie award. I added signed bondage photos to other photos that I sold to my fans. My clientele from my first movie had been sorted out by this time and I worked half my time as an escort. As for the clientele I was accumulating from the second movie, they scared me. No way was I ever going to escort any of them. Sir was really happy with me, expanded my wardrobe with really beautiful and erotic clothing. I just loved playing dress up and showing off. I must have changed my costume a half dozen times each night. The other girls were so jealous. I studied my part for my third movie that was to be filmed in the next week. I had every line down. This movie unlike my first two had a bit of a plot and would take two days to film. This story was of a transsexual who desperately wants to surprise her boyfriend by having herself streamlined so that she can fit into an itty bitty sting bikini. They showed me the gaff that I would be wearing for the final scenes. It was very realistic and I couldn't wait to try it on and pretend that I had the courage to actually go through with such an operation. But, what am I thinking? I don't want an operation. The character wants the operation, not me. Gosh I'm really getting into this acting thing. The story starts out with my character shopping with her girlfriend. The director called, "Action." My actress girlfriend and I started playing our parts. "So Mindy, how is your life going with Charles." "Oh he is so good to me. He just gave me his credit card and told me to go out and shop for our coming trip to Key West." "You mean he didn't put any restraints on how much you bought." "No not a one." "You must have been awfully good." "I was more than good I was naughty. It all started like this." The camera faded out and the director called, "Cut." Mindy that was great. You really sold it. Now take a break and comeback dressed for the bedroom scene." I picked up a small fruit plate and raced over to change. The crew was waiting for me when I got back. I met my actor boyfriend as I entered the set. "Hi my name is Kevin and you must be Mindy who I have heard so much about." God he was handsome. "Hi Kevin, yes, that?s me. I'm sorry but they told me nothing about you but I like what I see." Trying to stay in character I played with my hair and twisted around one foot. He smiled broadly. The director called out, "Action." The scene starts with Kevin sitting at the table in the bedroom. I came through the door dressed as a school girl saying, "I'm sorry Mr. Charles I'll never do it again." "Over here young lady and take your punishment." With a pouting look on my face, my hands curled and held close to my lips I move over to Kevin. Over his knee I go and he spanks my bottom as he lowers my panties. "I'll never cheat on a test again I promise." "You have a beautiful ass and I intend on spanking it so no pleading." Smack and I start crying. Smack, smack, smack and I start pleading. As I roll to the floor, Kevin undoes his pants. I crawl over to him am take him orally pretending it is my first time. "That's a good girl I'm sure you've learned your lesson. He then pulls me up and kisses me with an open mouth. I respond with my tongue and he raises me further and suckles on my tits. Standing up we move to the bed where I kneel as he mounts me from the rear. After five minutes of fucking my ass, he rolls over on his back and I mount him riding him till we both collapse in a mutual orgasm. The camera fades and the director called, "Cut. Perfect let's move on back to the street scene. Mindy you have half an hour to change." I grabbed my clothes and ran back to the changing room to clean up and put my first costume back on. Getting back just in time, the director called, "Action." The camera is on me and my girlfriend as we walk up to a store window. "Gosh that's hot," says my girlfriend. "I see something that he would like." "Where is it?" "Over there on the mannequin in that window." "Why it's the smallest string bikini I've ever seen. I couldn't possibly wear it. Even with my itty bitty package, it would never fit." "I see what you mean. Wait I know someone who could help. He's a doctor. I met him at Club Med. It was quite a time as I remember. The picture fades and the director called, "Cut." The next scene was between my fictional girlfriend and the fictional doctor so I had an hour free. I spent it relaxing in my dressing room. Boy has this been a hard day. I have one more, short scene before lunch and then a long scene at the clinic coming up so I studied my part again. After an hour I heard a knock at the door and went back to the street scene. The director called, "Action." The picture faded out and my girlfriend and I were back. "Let me make an appointment for you," she says and she pulls out her cell phone. "Jeremy, this is Lilly remember me?" "Do I ever, what's up Lilly?" "I have a friend who needs your help in order to fit into a string bikini." "What does she want me to do?" "I'll send her over and it will be obvious to you okay?" "Sure send her around at about four o'clock I should be free by then. And, Lilly, how about we get together this weekend?" "I'd love too and I'll send her over to your office." "Well Mindy, it's all arraigned. Show up at this address at 4 o'clock." "Thanks Lilly. You're a dear." "Cut," called the director. Break for lunch everyone and let's move over to the clinic. I asked why we were using a clinic and it was explained that it was much cheaper renting a real clinic. Trying to set up a sound stage to look like clinic was far more expensive. So an hour later we're at the clinic with me dressed in a hospital gown sitting on an examination table. The director called, "Action." The doctor is led into the room by a beautiful nurse. "Doctor here is your last patient." "You must be Mindy. Lilly said I could help you fit into a string bikini?" "Yes doctor," I said. After removing my panties, I spread my legs and raise my gown. "Here is my problem." "Ah I see" says the doctor with a laugh. "I can take care of your problem." "How would Monday at 8 am work for you?" "Oh that would be wonderful." "Just show up at the hospital and check in at that time and they will direct you where to go. Remember to not eat after midnight." "Oh I won't. And Doctor, do you take plastic?" "Yes I do." "Then here use this," I say handing over Charles's credit card." The Director called, "Cut." That was just what we wanted, you're doing great Mindy. I really believe you want to be streamlined. "Yes I mean no. I'm just playing my character." My next scenes also take place in the clinic. The actress playing the nurse comes into my room and has me lie down on a gurney. "Nurse, are you here for my surgery today?" "Yes I am. Are you excited?" "Oh yes I really am." I was doing my best to sell the part but there was no way in real life that I would consent to this surgery. "Well first we need you to sign these forms here and here." Sitting up in the gurney I took the clipboard from her hands and signed the fake documents as instructed in my script. "Is this correct I asked her?" She nodded yes. "Now take these," she said handing me two pills and some water. I take the placebos with the water and lay down. "That's perfect now lean back as I shave you." The camera comes in close for this scene. I am playing it with an anxious look in my face and the camera kept panning back and forth between my face, the nurse, and my groin. "Finished just like a new born baby." With the camera following us down the hall, I am wheeled into the OR. A handsome actor playing the doctor comes in. "How's my patient today." "I'm feeling wonderful doctor", I almost sing back. "Then let's begin shall we. Orderlies please move the patient onto the operating table. Nurse did you give the patient her sedative?" "Yes doctor thirty minutes ago. It should be taking effect now." Strange but I think she was right I am feeling drowsy. "Alright then I'll apply the local anesthesia." With that he rolled me over and pretended to use a needle. It felt like he actually did use a needle on me. He then rolled me back and I only saw him. "Strap her in place please and put her legs in the stirrups. Now we are ready to start." He pretended to use a needle on my scrotum and to use a scalpel and clamps on me. The cameras stayed back only showing side views and close ups of his face and mine. I played it up as much as I could although I was feeling quite light headed. The nurse handed a pan to the actor doctor who then pretended to castrate me. "It's done. Now let's sew you up." "Oh thank you doctor I sighed." "Cut," called the director. "That was perfect Mindy we believed every word. Now just stay put. Send in the real doctor." Real doctor? What is he saying? This wasn't in the script. Frank who had been out of sight behind the director came up between my legs. "The local anesthesia is still having in effect I see. That was me behind your back giving it to you in that scene. It was the only real part of the entire scene except for the nurse who is real too. I'm acting as the medical consultant for this movie. I suggested that we add this scene. The producer thought it was a good idea as long as I got your legal approval. Now the director wants some close ups of a real operation to cut into film during editing." "But this wasn't in my script. I didn't give my consent." "Oh yes you did. I tried to get you to agree before our tryst but you turned it down so I thought to include it in the script and you bit. You signed those documents with your real name Mindwell R. Masters." "Oh God I did, but those weren't real papers." "Wrong again, they were real and Craig our Notary Public just notarized them. Now let's begin." "No, please." "Are you going to remain calm or do I have to sedate you further?" I shut up as ordered. "Place the mirror up so she can see her operation. With terror in my eyes I saw what was being done to me. This time it was real. The director called, "Action." First the Doctor injected a local anesthesia directly into my scrotum. Next he used a scalpel and made an incision up the center of the sack. Opening up the slit with his fingers, he pulled out one of my testicles and clamping it of in two places. "No please." "Quiet now I don't want to make a mistake." Then he snipped the cord between the two clamps allowing the testicle to fall free into the pan. He cauterized the cord and released the clamps. In horror, I watched as the procedure was repeated. I was now truly castrated. He then sewed up the incision and applied a bandage. "You were a good patient, Mindy." "Cut," called the director. "Perfect we'll be able to use most of that." I saw the pan being rinsed and my testicles placed in a jar of formaldehyde. Talking to the orderlies Frank said, "Now take our star back to her room and let her recuperate." Turning to me he continued, "We'll let you sleep and this weekend we'll have a party in your honor at the club." I woke up in the middle of the night and sobbed. The nurse came in and gave me a couple pills and soon I was back to sleep. Except for a trip to see Jake and have my tattoo outline of fallen leaves filled in, I spent the rest of the week in my cell reading and sleeping while I fully recovered from my surgery. At 9 O'clock on Saturday night Sir got up on stage to address the crowd. "Tonight we have a first time event here at the club. Mindy please come forward." I came out wearing a sarong and carrying a tray with a cloth draped over an object. "Mindy here has a gift for the club that is now going to be unveiled." With a drum roll and cymbal crash, Sir pulled the cloth off revealing the jar containing my testicles. There were a few gasps, and then crowd broke out into cheers giving me a standing ovation. "We have set aside a place of honor for this gift," called out Sir and a spot light moved to the niche and plaque on the wall with my name and the date of my surgery engraved on it. With much fanfare Sir took the jar up a ladder and put it in the niche and then installed a plate of glass over the niche. From the ladder he continued his speech with the spot light coming back to me. "Mindy is still in the middle of making her next movie so it will be a while yet before you can actually see what she had to do to make this day possible. However we will now give you a sneak preview of the wardrobe that she wears at the end of the movie. Mindy would you now remove your sarong." I hear a drum roll as I pull the string opening the sarong and a cymbal crash as the sarong hits the floor exposing the tiny string bikini from the movie.. The crowd loved it. I then glided up the runway of the stage and back modeling the costume in several poses. "Mindy is but the first to be honored this way. We fully expect to fill all of these empty niches in the years to come, but let's not dwell on that now. Tonight is Mindy's night. We are here to celebrate her and her new streamlined figure. Please everyone ask Mindy to dance for you tonight." I then stepped down off the stage into the crowd. Julie and Karl were there and I visited them first. Julie was as happier than I've ever seen her. "I knew you could do it Baby. I'm so proud of my creation." "It wasn't really avoidable was it?" I said disguising my anger with a smile. "No, it never was but you are such a natural, I can't help but think I did the right thing," she gushed. "Just look at her Karl. Isn't that a beautiful figure?" Karl had a different look than normal, more of a timid attraction. "Mindy you have come a long way tonight. You are one of the most feminine and beautiful trannies I've ever met. I am very proud of you. Allow me to have the first dance." So Karl received my first dance. Strange up to now only Sir paid any attention to me. They were partners but Karl always stayed behind the scene. When I got close to his ear he whispered so Julie couldn't hear. "I never thought I would ever be turned on by a trannie but Mindy you do it for me." A thought flashed through my head. Could I steal Karl away from Julie? Wouldn't that be a great way of getting back at her? Besides I still remember his cock. I fantasized about it as I did a second dance for him. I left the two of them with quite different smiles on their faces. After that I was busy the whole night being on stage and giving individual lap dances to as many of my customers as possible. Everyone wanted to see close up how I had been streamlined. My flaccid little cock was more of a clit now and met the approval of all of my customers. It was barely visible under the shear fabric of the string bikini bottom. What was done was done. Besides, Frank was right. I was far more comfortable. I didn't feel crowded in my gaffs and most of the time I didn't need one. Monday shooting continues on the movie and I need to rehearse my lines. Maybe I can get Mike to run my lines with me tomorrow. (to be continued) To my readers, thank you for your comments. I read your all of your critiques and have done my best work with them. Your feedback has been invaluable. As a long time reader of fictionmania, I am very happy to have my work added to this wonderful archive. Thank You.