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Crysatal Maid Crystal Broken Mariam eyed him with her big doe eyes as Hamid entered the room. He gestured at her to join him at the small padded bench in the middle of the room. With a single finger he slipped the bra strap of her shoulder. No words were needed and Mariam unhooked her red demi cut bra and stepped out of her matching knickers. He noted with satisfaction her little cock was standing erect. Hamid patted the bench and obediently Marian climbed up and knelled on all fours, doggy style. Hamid now stepped over the bench and positioned himself behind her. He'd had her in many positions but this was his favourite. Standing behind he was able to penetrate her deeply and the position gave him good access to her heavy boobs that now swayed gently above the couch and he could rub her small cock if he desired. In a smooth movement he pushed the length of his cock up inside her. Mariam gave her customary little squeal and she felt his piston stretch her anal muscles, but as Hamid gently rode her the small cry turned from pain to pleasure. He knew that Mariam may not like the penetration but she sure enjoyed the ride. Mariam moaned loudly and her little cock trembled and spontaneously ejaculated a splash of watery seamen. He griped her wide hips more tightly, his rhythmic pounding making her large breast flop outrageously beneath her. It wasn't uncommon for Mariam to have 2 or even 3 orgasms during their intercourse. Nasir maintained that he'd elicited 6 from her during a marathon session and he'd promised to repeat that act in front of the whole team. Hamid personally had little doubt that this was true as he did have the nickname -even in school - of 'Nasir stallion man' -and it wasn't for his running ability. None of this was on Mariam's mind. She was focused on Hamid's cock grinding inside her, poking her prostate, and guiding her toward another orgasm. She could tell by Hamid rapid thrusts that he was close and she hoped he could sustain himself till she was ready. She needn't have worried. As he came deep inside her, she shuddered with another explosive climax, compounding her ecstatic state. Hamid withdrew with a pop that he always found satisfactory and his seed ran out of Mariam's puckered hole onto her red stocking tops. Hamid examined Mariam's face as she cleaned his cock with her perfectly rounded mouth -he had always been fascinated by the post copulation glazed look in her eyes. As Hamid made to leave Mariam became dimly aware that Mohammad had entered the room and taken Hamid's position. Mariam once again gripped the couch tightly. As Hamid left and closed the door behind him, he heard Mariam give a familiar little squeal. 18 Months Earlier Geraldine Birch placed the phone back in its cradle and swung her chair round and stared onto the Surrey hills from her second floor study window deep in thought. At 45 she'd done well for herself especially after being told numerous times that she'd come to nothing. But that was a long time ago back in her South London school. It was true that academically she'd been a failure but school hadn't interested her - she'd been having too good a time for that. At 18 she'd become a regular on the party scene and by 21 was rubbing shoulders with some very well connected people. There was no doubt that her ravishingly good looks, long blonde hair (dyed of course) and a figure to die for helped and she'd had many (wealthy) suitors. However she didn't want to throw herself away on one man like her mother, and it wasn't long before she realised she could charge for what she'd been previously giving away. In short she'd become a high-class hooker. However Geraldine wasn't stupid no matter what they said at school or what her men thought, and by the time she'd turned 30 she'd owned outright a house in Battersea an area that had suddenly become very desirable. It was about this time that Geraldine had decided to change track. She knew that her looks wouldn't last forever and her men were becoming more interested in new faces on the scene. Over the past couple of years she'd been picking up older men and she had spied an opening in the market as you might say. Her new clients had some 'peculiarities' that at first had let Geraldine bemused. She had found it hard to understand how men who might well be responsible for millions of pounds or thousands of staff would want her to spank or cane them, tie them up, dress them in her underwear and other more bizarre requests. However she was shrewd enough to understand that these men would pay handsomely for those services and that there was potentially a huge market for them .She sold up her house and moved into larger premises in the soon to be fashionable East End which was crucially only 2 miles from the financial heart of the city and set about turning her house into a submissive's heaven where she would be the goddess. Business boomed and Geraldine was soon recruiting other girls to keep pace with a workload which was mostly men escaping the pressures and stresses of the markets. She didn't feel bad about this as the girls earned a good income and were far away from the clutches of pimps and other gangsters out to get as much as they could. Far better to do admittedly bizarre business, in safe comfortable surrounds than standing on some condom festooned alleyway. The call on which she now pondered had been from one of her old girls Sadie. Sadie in truth was a bit dim but she'd worked hard, was reliable and had managed to do very well for herself. Against all odds she'd married well and now had a couple of kids although her husband had no idea of her past. However that past had come back to haunt her. Rather stupidly Sadie had done a number of 'glamour' shoots and films. These had found there way onto the net and she had been recognised by some low life, who was now blackmailing her. She'd already paid him ?5000 but he was back with a new demand. She had 2 weeks to find a further ?25000 or hubby would be receiving some rather alarming DVD's. Geraldine turned back to her desk and scrolled though her lists of contacts. She picked up the phone and entered a number. "Hi Paul this is Geraldine - Geraldine Birch. I've got a job for you..." Geraldine had to admit it. Paul was good - expensive yes - but good and quick. On the desk before her, less than a week since getting the call from Sadie was a folder containing all the details of her blackmailer, Tristan Allen 22 years old. From the covert pictures provided by her private investigator he looked a wimpy sort of guy, brown hair with a sallow complexion. From Paul's investigation he seemed a bit of a loner - no close family, contacts or friends come to that. Interestingly he'd been implemented in a couple of Homophobic attacks in his hometown but never convicted. She assumed this was why he'd left for the bright lights of London. He seemed the perfect subject for a project Geraldine had been considering for some time. She needed to make a few calls. Tristan Allen walked into The Ship, a rather secluded pub just off the Strand in London's west end. It was quite, which wasn't surprising as it was 11:30 in the morning and the lunchtime rush was still an hour away. He couldn't believe his luck. This scam was a right money-spinner and he was going to milk it for all it was worth he thought. He'd moved up to London from the West Country rented a crappy flat and had planned to look for work. But a marvellous opportunity had presented itself. He'd been mooching around Kensington asking after bar work when he happened to notice a posh looking woman helping her kids out of there 4x4 and enter one of the more expensive town houses found in that part of town. He'd recognised her immediately. Tristan had had a fixation with a woman he'd found on one of the many porn sites he visited and had a sizable collection of DVD's and pictures of a woman he knew as Sally Fox. And that was Sally Fox, admittedly a few years older, now entering that house. It hadn't taken him long to establish her real identity, and more importantly how much she was worth. He'd sent her a DVD with a demand for 5 grand and she'd paid up almost immediately- easy money. Now it was payday again. He ordered a pint and supped it at the bar. It wasn't long before Sadie arrived and sat at a quite table in the corner of the pub. Tristan ordered a bottle of water and went to join her. Sadie looked at her tormentor with disgust and handed him a brown envelope full of 50 notes. Leaving her drink untouched she rose to leave. "That's ?25000. I don't have anymore will this be the end of it?" she asked. Tristan threw her a leering smile "Maybe - but I may need a more personnel service next time." Sadie marched out without a further word. Feeling rather pleased with himself Tristan drained his glass and followed her out. As the cool spring air hit him he felt suddenly queasy and unsteady on his feet. As he leaned against a lamppost the world spun around him. He felt a strong hand on his arm and before he could protest was hauled into the back of a parked van. The doors closed and his world slipped from him forever. The bar tender who'd doctored Tristan's drink patted the roll of notes in his pocket.. Always good to do business with Paul Grant he thought as he watched the white van disappear into the London Traffic. Tristan woke with a thumping headache and a parched mouth. It took him a few minutes to come round fully and take in his surroundings. He was lying on a bed in a small sparse room. The only light came from a skylight set in the high ceiling. Panic set in. Where am I he thought and how long have I been out. There wasn't an easy answer to these questions as his watch along with all his clothes were missing. By the pale light coming though the skylight he guessed it must be evening. He carefully sat up and rubbed his neck. His blood turned cold as he felt a metal band secured round neck. He franticly pulled at it but it didn't seem to have any catch or obvious way of release. He felt round the band carefully. He discovered a small hole in the front. Shit he thought it must be locked in place. At the back was a small cylindrical bulge that pressed firmly into his skin. Trying hard to control his fear he unsteadily stood to investigate his surroundings. The room had a bed, toilet and sink. Between the bed and the toilet was a heavy looking door with no handle and a narrow flap near its base. On the sink was a cup and that was it. The skylight was too high to be reached so he couldn't even see what lay outside. The only thing he could do was bang on the door and shout. Which he did until his hands bled and his voice was hoarse. All of Tristan's exertions were wasted. The room was sound proofed. Downstairs Geraldine was unaware that her captive had come round although she guessed he might. Let the bastard stew till morning she thought. She reflected on how well the first phase of her plan had been executed. Tristan had been delivered mid afternoon and Paul had carried the unconscious youth to her attic cell. She'd had the room converted when she'd moved in 5 years ago just in case she ever went back to her old profession. She had enjoyed 10 years at her brothel in the East End and had sold it for a handsome profit to a consortium of the girls who still worked there. With the profits and her considerable savings she brought this large house out in country about an hour from town. She'd also started a company importing and distributing all sorts of wares to the numerous houses of 'leisure' she knew of. She supplied simple things like condoms, creams and dildos to all sorts of exotic instruments. She'd even supplied a Birmingham Madam with an Iron Maiden. Many of the discipline instruments (or torture implements) were strictly illegal but her huge array of contacts smoothed over any red tape. Although business was good and it kept her busy she was surprised how much she missed being a dominex. She knew she'd been good but often wondered if she could train an unwilling participant. She would soon find out. Tristan was wondering if he'd ever see a human face again. He'd been shut up the room for 2 weeks now but felt like 2 years. All he had to eat was the occasional crust of bread shoved though the opening at the foot of the door and he was becoming weaker by the day. There hadn't been much of him before this craziness had started and he must have lost 7 pounds already during his incarceration. A further week past and Tristan had begun to doubt his sanity until finally he heard a key in the door. This was his chance. The door opened and Tristan made a grab at the stout lady who lay beyond it. However his weeks on a starvation diet betrayed him and his feeble attack was easily side stepped by Geraldine who'd anticipated such a move, tripped and left him sprawling on the floor. Tristan made to get up for another go but was stopped dramatically in his tracks. Geraldine pushed a button on a small control she held, and Tristan was left convulsing in agony on the floor. To drive his first lesson home Geraldine held the button for a full 5 seconds. Releasing it, Tristan stopped writhing and lay at her feet whimpering, clawing at his control collar. "Chinese," Geraldine said in a matter of fact why as if she was describing some new kitchen implement. "They use them to break and control their political prisoners. Said to be excruciating and I'm sure you'd agree. Now get up if you don't want another demonstration." Gingerly Tristan rose not taking his eyes from Geraldine's finger as it hovered over the control box. "Put these on one wrist." She slung him a pair of handcuffs. Fearing another jolt he slipped the manacle over his wrist and shut it tight. "Good- you're a quick learner. Turn and place your hands behind you." He felt the other manacle close over his wrist. "Downstairs -I've got something to show you." Meekly Tristan trudged downstairs and followed Geraldine in the middle of a large lounge. Tristan flinched as Geraldine picked up the TV control. She noted his reaction. The large TV flickered into life. It was a 24-hour news channel. He was stunned to see his face peering out from the screen and more so when he heard the report. "...Police are hunting for Tristan Allen from South London. He is believed to have been responsible for leaving an explosive device outside of The Rainbow - a well know gay venue which failed to detonate ...... police have raided his flat and have found quantities of explosives, arms and drugs.......police say not to on any account to approach this man .........." Tristan's jaw hung in disbelieve as Geraldine switched sides. The news was the same on the other channel. "Well Tristan - what does it feel like to have your world rubbed away just like..." Geraldine snapped her fingers in his face. "Just like you threatened to take Sadie's world away from her....." "But... but.." Tristan stammered. "Oh of course I know your not a bomber or have anything to do with arms or deal drugs to pay for it all but do the police? I think you'll find they have you bang to rights mister. They have the evidence and the motive. Remember those nasty little episodes back home last year. You'd be lucky to be considered even for parole in 30 years, especially in this climate. In fact the only thing the police don't have is you. "You dear, have a choice to make. You can choose to stay here as my ...pet.. You will be trained to do everything I say, or I can hand you to the police. Bear in mind that they'll find your story of kidnap and imprisonment a little hard to believe especially when they find out you're a blackmailer as well." It was the most critical part of Geraldine's plan. She was 99% sure he'd stay but there was always a risk... Tristan was let back upstairs and was given a radio to listen to just to impress on him what serious shit he was in. "Let me know in the morning what you decide," Geraldine said as she closed the door. As an afterthought she threw the handcuff keys in after him and locked the door. It had been a long night for Tristan. He had decided to play along with Geraldine and wait for an opening and see if things blew over. If he could get away from this obviously deranged woman he might have a chance on the run. His door opened and Geraldine stood in front of him holding a cane that looked like it belonged in a 1950's boarding school. "Have you decided?" Tristan looked apprehensively at the control she was holding and sub consciously fingered his collar. "I'll stay." With that Tristan's fate was sealed. "Good. Let me lay down some ground rules. Firstly don't get any big ideas about running off. Your control collar will be activated if you venture 50 meters from the house. That is you'll be laying in agony for hours in the grounds if you try and run. Secondly you will always address me as Miss Birch during the day and Madam in the evening or if we have company. Understand?" Tristan's lack of an immediate response brought a hard swipe of the cane around his bare buttocks. He yelped in pain and made as if to retaliate but thought better of it "Understand?" Geraldine asked him again. "Yes Miss Birch," came the immediate response. "And remember if I should have any 'accident' that stops me corresponding with my contacts the police will receive a tip off where you are." "Yes Miss Birch." "Good let me show you your new rooms." Geraldine led the naked man to the room next to his cell. Tristan was surprised to find that the room was fairly comfortable. There was a double bed, wardrobe, chest of drawers dressing table and chair and an overstuffed settee. He was also pleased that there was an en suite bathroom room. He was less pleased to see a strange looking padded bench under the window that resembled an old vaulting horse in shape but had 4 legs. On each leg were some ominous looking straps as well as straps over the bench. It was clearly a restraining device. "Pleased to see your admiring your punishment table - if you're a quick learner you won't be spending too much time on there." "Yes Miss Birch." Tristan had decided to play along. There was nothing to be gained by showing defiance except another painful whip or worse a jolt from his collar. "Now dear I want you to shower for me and then shave that nasty stumble off." Tristan obeyed and was soon under the stream of warm water grateful that he could at last wash 3 weeks of grime from his body. Geraldine sat on the bed. It was too early to tell but it was going well. Tristan appeared to have accepted his fate although she felt he was for the time being just playing along. She was also pleased with his physical appearance. His newly slimmed body was smooth and virtually hairless and although he hadn't shaved in 3 weeks his stumble was light. Tristan towelled dry and splashed the remaining shaving foam from his face. He was aware of Geraldine watching him from the doorway. "Finished?" "Yes Miss Birch." Geraldine ran a hand across his face With her cane she cracked him across the arse again. She was beginning to enjoy herself. "Not good enough do it again." Geraldine pointed her cane at his cock and armpits and legs. "And there and there - no stumble." Having finished Geraldine again rubbed her hand across his face, round his privates his armpits and finally his legs. "Good - it's your responsibility to be smooth at all times in all these areas. If I ever feel any hair there you will be punished. I would recommend you do them twice a day." "Yes Miss Birch." "Come here I want to show you around." She opened the wardrobe. It was full of housecoats and French maid uniforms. "There 5 of each. A colour for every day of your new week. Pink for day1, yellow for day 2, Blue for day 3, green for day 4 and Black for day 5. You'll soon learn and you will refer to the days of the week by it's colour. Today is day 1 so it's a pink day." Geraldine fetched the 3/4 length pink housecoat from the wardrobe and with a white apron laid it on the bed. Geraldine placed her finger under Tristan's gapping mouth and pushed it shut. "Yes dear you're going to be my new house maid - isn't that exciting?" Tristan was too stunned to reply and earned another stoke of the cane. It bought him back to his senses. "Yes Miss Birch." "The little Maid outfits are for evenings and when we have guests of course. Now then your 'smalls' are in here." Indicating the chest of draws she pulled out a pair of white stockings, a pair of white satin lace trimmed French knickers and a matching bra. Geraldine returned to the wardrobe and took out a black pair of spiked high-heeled ankle boots. The heels must have been 4 inches. "These will be worn with the house coats and these..." she removed an almost identical pair of shoes but to Tristan's dismay these had a 6 inch heel, "... go with those saucy French outfits. Now for the icing on the cake." From a draw in the wardrobe she removed a black corset. "I like my maids tightly corseted. I find that if you entrap the body the mind will follow. And we don't want you getting any ideas about engaging in any inappropriate behave with that." She yanked hard on his cock. "I know that you like your porn - how else would you have spotted Sadie." She tugged his cock again. "And I know you've been beating the meat cooped up in cell I could smell it." Again another tug. "I want my maids to be pure-" Again another tug. "And to have pure thoughts-" tug "-it keeps their minds on the job and not about when they can jack off next..." Tug. To his shame Tristan's cock had sprang to life and was standing horizontally out. This of course is what Geraldine had hoped for. "Look at you now. You can't help yourself. Are you getting excited at the prospect of being dolled up as Madam's little maid?" "No Miss Birch." It was the truth although Tristan found the thought of his very existence being controlled by a dominant woman strangely intoxicating. "You liar! I bet you can't wait to get in those fillies and stockings and mince about on your high heals." She was rubbing his cock again and beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead. His cock was now pointing to the heavens and big beads of pre cum were pooling on his cocks helmet. His rapture was cruelly broken by Geraldine delivering a fearful blow of her cane across the soft flesh of his engorged helmet. The ferocity of the blow had caught Tristan completely unaware and the pain shot though his body, overwhelming what seemed every nerve cell in his brain. He doubled over screaming Geraldine smirked at the sight of the young lad doubled up in front of her. She knew the first sessions between them were the most important as it would establish the foundation of the relationship between them, and Geraldine wanted it left in no doubt that she was completely in control. Tristan had recovered sufficiently to stand up straight on Geraldine's command. She looked at the red weald mark appearing across Tristan rapidly deflating cock. "That's what you get when you lie to me I'll ask you again. Does the thought of being my maid excite you?" "Yes Miss Birch," "And it means that when your dressed as my maid that cock of yours will be getting all hot and flustered." Shit what do I say thought Tristan who really only wanted to protect his dick from another blow. He took a guess. "Yes Miss Birch." 'So we need to do something about it. If you're all hot and flustered you won't be able to perform your duties properly will you?" Tristan didn't like the way this conversation was going. "No Miss Birch." "That means you'll need help in that department." "Yes Miss Birch." From the wardrobe where the corsets where kept, Geraldine removed a bizarre looking appliance. It looked like a manacle from a set of handcuffs and protruding though the middle a short hollow aluminium sheath. "This cock restrained will help keep your mind on your duties." Geraldine shot him an evil grin. She slipped his now shrunken penis into the sheath and locked the manacle part of the restrain round the base of his cock and scrotom. It was a snug fit. Geraldine knew that if he were to become excited he would be very uncomfortable. His cock was now hers. "I have the only key," she informed him, "you will wear your restraint at all times. You will sleep with it, shower with it, shave with it. It has a hole in the end so you can still pee but it will only be removed under my supervision. As my maid you forgo any rights to your cock. Understand?" "Yes Miss Birch." There was pivot that connected the sheath to the manacle and popping his balls up inside him she locked the sheath so that it pointed vertically down between his legs. The pressure from the sheath kept his balls inside him. Tristan looked down. He could not see his cock, only glimpse the sheath between his legs. "Of course you'll have to pee sitting down but that's what I'd expect from any maid. Lay on the bed." Tristan complied, dreading the next indignity. "Now Tristan what does a maid have that you presently do not?" Geraldine tapped her cane menacingly on the palm of her hand. "I don't know," Tristan replied fearing another beating. "Breasts, my dear Breasts. Now if you want to be my maid what do you need?" Geraldine continued her tapping. "B..Br.." Tristan couldn't bring himself to say it. "Breasts Tristan dear, Breasts. Ask me nicely and I'll give you a pair." Tristan hesitated and immediately felt the full force of his control collar. He convulsed in agony. When he had recovered Geraldine invited him again. "Ask me nicely and I'll give you a beautiful pair of breasts." Again he couldn't bring himself to ask. Once more pain racked his body. Geraldine had been expecting this resistance. There normally came a time where a line would be drawn in the sand which her victim would refuse to cross. She knew Tristan had reached that point and Geraldine knew she had to break him or her entire enterprise would be ruined. "Ask nicely." Geraldine's voice had a musical note to it. This was where she'd earn her corn. Show no mercy and get the job done. He'd thank her later. Or maybe not. Poor Tristan was in turmoil. He hated pain and his threshold for it was low and he knew it. But he was damned if he was going to ask for breasts. He didn't know how much more of this punishment he could take. "Ask Miss Birch for a nice pair of tits....." "Aaaaahhhhh." "Tristan stop being silly and ask your Madam for a nice pair of Maids tits......" He was broken. "Can I have a pair of tits," he whispered. Geraldine whacked him across the top of his thighs with cane. "LOUDER." "Can I have a pair of tits," he said in a trembling voice. Thwack. Another stoke across his thighs. "NICELY." "Miss Birch please may I have a pair of tits." Thwack. "What type of tits?" "Miss Birch please may I have a pair of maid tits." Thwack. "What type of maid tits?" "Miss Birch please may I have a nice pair of maid tits." Thwack. "What size of nice maid tits?" "Miss Birch please may I have a nice big pair of maid tits." He screamed it out. Tristan was at the end of his tether. He would say or do anything to end this torment. "Of course you may Tristan. I don't know what all the fuss was about. You did ask for a nice BIG pair of maid tits." Tristan had decided that if he was not sure of the answer he'd answer affirmatively. "Yes Miss Birch." "Ok I was going to give you a pair of 34 B's but as you asked so nicely I'll make those 36 D's." Geraldine was standing over him with two large silicon breast forms. She applied glue to the base of one of them and placed in over Tristan's right nipple. She did the same on the left. "Now I want you to hold these close to your chest until the glue tries. Should only be a few minutes." After Geraldine was satisfied the cement had set properly, she had Tristan stand. The weight and size of them came as a surprise to him. They hung heavily from his chest putting a strain on his back and he felt that his centre of gravity was way out. When he looked down he realised how large they were as they obstructed his view of his feet. He also noted they came complete with pert little nipples. "Tristan do you like your new breasts?" "Yes Miss Birch." "I'm glad of that as you'll have to live with them. They can only be loosened with a special solvent, without which they'll stay for good. Try physically removing them and there's a good chance the skin of your chest will come with them. Now I think you're ready to get dressed now. I expect you to take this all in as from tomorrow you will be doing it yourself. You are my maid now not the other way round.." "Yes Miss Birch." She took the corset and wrapped it round him positioning it just under his new falsies and fastened it loosely at the front. It was unlike any corset Tristan had seen - not that he was an expert. There were no laces but at the fastening there seemed to be some sort of key system. Geraldine had that key and inserting into the top fastener began to strap him in. He felt the fabric contact on him. She repeated the procedure on each of the fastening. It felt tight but not as tight as he feared. She produced a tape measure and wrapped it round his waist. She tutted. "When you came her you were 32'' round the waist. That had dropped by a couple inches during your stay and the corseting has left you with a 28'' waist. I require my maids to be at maximum 26'' minus a half inch for your uniform. That means we need to lose 2 1/2 inches." She began turning the key. He felt his insides being squashed. "Deep breath," Geraldine called out gaily. He complied and the key was turned another ratchet or two. Unfortunately for Tristan as he exhaled he found that his stomach had nowhere to go. He felt like he'd been squashed into a tube of tooth past and for a moment he thought he'd pass out. Geraldine was at the tape measure again. "26 inches," she informed him. "As it's your first day I let the half go but when you present yourself to me tomorrow it better be 25 1/2. Now this is how you'll put your bra on." She clipped the bra together under his breasts, spun it round and in a couple of swift movement had the straps over his shoulders. Tristan was pleased that the bra supported his falsies moving the weight away from his chest and back, and up onto his shoulders. Next came the knickers and Tristan's stockings rolled up his smooth legs to be fastened by the suspender straps hanging from his corset. "Go sit at the dressing table. It's time for some make up lessons. Pay particular attention, as I will monitor your appearance constantly." Geraldine handed him a pair of tweezers. "Pluck your eyebrows. My maids always have lined eyebrows." This was of course a lie. None of her paying customers would have plucked their eyebrows. Most didn't even shave their legs or armpits although a few shaved their pubes. In Geraldine's opinion this what made Tristan so delicious. He would do anything she said or he would suffer the consequences. He couldn't decide he'd had enough and then settle the bill and leave - he was in it for life even if he currently failed to realise that. Tristan was now brow less and Geraldine went though all the techniques, foundation, blusher, eyelashes, liner, eye shadow and lipstick. She showed him how to draw on his eyebrows with a pencil. When it came to his nails she gave him a set of long false talons and applied them using the same glue as she'd used for his breasts and showed him how to apply nail vanish. She made it clear that she expected him to be made up the same every day except for 'pink' days when he would use pink lipstick and nail varnish instead of the dark crimson. Next came his stiletto ankle boots. He was a size seven not to big but not as dainty as Geraldine had wanted. Maybe something could be done about those in the future she thought. They were locked onto his feet with 2 delicate gold padlocks and would only be removed last thing at night. Finally she handed Tristan the pink housecoat. It had long sleeves and a white Peter Pan collar with matching trim that buttoned down to the hem. He put it on but fumbled with the buttons partially because they were on the wrong side but mainly because of his new nails - Tristan could tell they would take some getting used to. Before she allowed Tristan to look at his new self, Geraldine disappeared and came back carrying a wig . "You will wear this at all times and only remove it to sleep. It's a temporary measure till you hair grows out." The wig was dark and cut to a bob shape. Geraldine wrapped Tristan's hair in a net and settled the wig on her new maid. Done she thought. "Stand for me." Tristan stood grappling with the confines of his corset, the weight of his newly acquired breasts and his 4" shoes. Geraldine looked over him closely. She was very satisfied. He still had his boyish appearance and his feet were too big but she was most pleased by his shape. His breasts looked natural, his pulled in waist gave more volume to his admittedly narrow hips and his long slender legs were set off perfectly by his ankle boots. "Look at the new you." Tristan totted over to the long mirror of the wardrobe. He was shocked by his reflection. He was expecting to look like some outrageous drag queen but the imagine reflected back to him couldn't be further from the truth. He looked in all sense and purposes like a chambermaid from the fifties. He found it hard to believe it was still him under that wig, makeup and clothing. What was most alarming was his shape. The false breasts and tight corseting did give him a definite womanly look. Most worryingly for Tristan was that any stranger would have difficulty telling if he was a boy or a girl. "One last thing Tristan." Geraldine wrapped his apron ride his waist and tied it off with an elaborate bow. "Do you like your new image dear? I do. I think you look yummy, don't you agree." "Yes Miss Birch." "And Tristan - I or anyone else for that matter will not be calling you that any more. You will be known simply as Maid or The Maid until you earn the honour of me renaming you. Understand?" "Yes Miss Birch." "That's good Maid. There is still much to be done." Tristan followed Geraldine down her study stumbling on the high heels. "Maid, before you can perform any service for me you need to behave properly and for starters you need to learn to walk correctly. The shoes you wear contain a pair of sensors. If your step exceeds 2 feet you will receive a corrective jolt like this." She pushed the button on her remote and Tristan felt a razor-sharp pain originating at his collar. "I want you to walk to the wall next to that switch." Careful not to over step Tristan tottered over to an innocuous switch on the wall. On the opposite wall was a similar switch. "Maid you will push that switch. When you do, you have 3 seconds to press the switch opposite and then a further 3 seconds to return and press the original switch. Failure to do so will result in corrective jolt you just experienced.." Tristan pushed the switch, but in his eagerness to reach the opposite wall he overstepped and received a jerk from her collar. This momentarily halted his progress and he received a further jolt in not reaching the control switch in time. Geraldine smiled a statistic grin. "Quick maid the other switch." Tristan managed to make it this time, and concentrating hard managed to cross successfully the next. He found that if he swung his hips in a manner akin to a sports walker he could mange the distance with shot quick steps. Geraldine was impressed by how quickly he'd mastered the technique and the way he now swung his hips to compensate for his reduced step. After 20 minutes Tristan was comfortable with the mechanics of his new gait and could comfortably transverse the width of the study in time. Geraldine turned the control switches off. "Good maid - now it's time learn how to carry yourself." She took a book sized tablet and placed it on Tristan's head. "You will now repeat the exercise - the tablet contains a sensor and if it falls you again receive a jolt." She switched the control switches on again After a few painful lessons Tristan mastered that too. More was to follow. Bands were placed round Tristan's wrists and if his arms now swung more than 20 degrees from the horizontal he was rewarded with more pain. After an hour Geraldine was pleased. Tristan was now mincing across the room in shot little steps, hips swaying outrageously, head held high with arms at the side. Tristan was less happy. His feet, not used to being perched up on 4-inch heels and being crammed into a point, were beginning to ache terribly as well as his calves. If he thought he'd get a break he was to be disappointed. "Now you have mastered walking you need to learn to curtsey." Geraldine led him over to in front of her desk. Painted on the wooden floor where outlines of a pair of feet. Tristan stood in them. On the desk was a further pair of sensors. Tapping them Geraldine continued. "These will monitor your wrist sensors in relationship to the ones in your shoes so that you achieve the right level of elevation when curtseying. Place your right foot behind your left, hold the hemp of your dress and down." Tristan tried and received a shock for his troubles. "Not low enough - again." He dipped again, lower this time causing him to topple backwards resulting in another jolt. "Again," Geraldine instructed. This time he got it right, but too Tristan it felt very perilous as he was almost on the verge of falling. The aches in Tristan's legs were getting serious and he wondered how long he could continue. However the pain from the collar was worse and another hour of practice passed before Geraldine was satisfied. "Enough," she cried, "you will practice walking and curtseying for an hour each morning until I am satisfied. "Now I will outline your duties. "Every day you will dust and hover every room in the house except this one. The kitchens and bathrooms will be kept spotless at all times. You will serve me breakfast, lunch and dinner when I say and will perform any other duties I require. "On Pink days you will pay particular attention to the kitchen. I expect every utensil to be washed and polished, every cupboard emptied and cleaned including the oven and every window and work top to be sparkling. On Yellow days you will concentrate on the lounge and dinning room. Green days the two drawing rooms, and Blue days the bedrooms and bathrooms. Black days will be "training days." "I will supervise your performance and any mistakes or below par performances will be recorded here." She handed Tristan a small note pad, each page of which was sub divided into the five days. "On Black days I will review your performance and believe me you do not want to have a bad review. "There will be no excuses as all your rules are in here." Tristan took a thin book of Geraldine handed him. "You can study that later but today you will clean the entire house and concentrate on the kitchen. But before that you will make me lunch....." Poor Tristan lay on his bed, his feet at last relived of their agonising confinement. It was late and he knew he had to do it all again tomorrow and the next day and the next. He was in total despair. There seemed no way out and on top of that he'd already acquired 5 black marks, not that he knew what they meant but he was sure it wasn't good. The first week had been hell for Tristan and now he stood in his room faced by Geraldine. Geraldine ordered him to fetch her cane from the study and returning he found the punishment table moved to the middle of the room. Geraldine's hand hovered menacingly over the control box as Tristan bend over the bench apprehensively. Geraldine secured his wrists and ankles and lifted the little black satin skirt of his uniform over his back. Tristan heard a practice swish of the cane and he braced himself for the onslaught. "First week maid and not a good start. 18 black marks mean 18 strokes my dear. You will count each one and any errors mean we start from the beginning." Tristan's misdemeanours were read out. Incorrect posture, dust in the lounge incorrect appliance of make up, failure to respond to instructions in time the list went on and on. "I'd like to say maid that this will hurt me more than you but that would be a lie." Geraldine's voice had a little tinkle in it. Tristan heard the whoosh of the cane arching though the air and the slap it made as it made contact with his bare exposed bottom. He howled as pain exploded though his body making his body arch against the restraints. "How many?" Geraldine asked pleasantly. "O.o.one madam," Tristan managed. Two followed, three, four. By the fifth Tristan was sobbing uncontrollably, and by the twelfth he was begging for his torment to stop. Through it all he managed, just, to keep counting. For the ordeal to start afresh was too terrible for Tristan to contemplate. At last he sobbed out eighteen. With that Geraldine loosened his bonds and left the bawling maid collapsed on the bench. That night was the most terrible Tristan had experienced. The painful raised wields on his bottom made it impossible to lie on his back and he hadn't been able to lie face down since his cock restraint had been fitted .He lay on his side dozing fretfully while trying to ignore his throbbing behind. Tristan had become conditioned to his role as Miss Birch's maid. He now rarely if ever got a shock for overstepping the maximum gate and moved easily with little mincing steps even in the 6inch dress shoes. He'd lost all sense of time as he had no access to TV, radio or newspapers, and didn't know and didn't care how long he'd been incarcerated. All he knew was that it was a black day and was dressed in his black satin French maids outfit. He was cleaning up after Madams dinner. After he had washed and dried the dishes he would be allowed to eat. Then he would troop wearily to bed after getting Madams permission and the little gold key to unlock his shoes. He completed the dishes, and grabbed herself something small to eat. Tristan was always hungry but to get the corset closed to 24'' he couldn't afford to eat large quantities. He went to find Geraldine to get consent to retire, knocked at her study door and entered. Tristan curtsied deeply and approached Geraldine at her desk and stood patiently as he waited for her to address her "Maid hand me know your notepad." "Yes Madam." He removed his pad from the pocket of his frilly white apron and handed it to Geraldine. She looked at the blank piece of paper that was the total for this week's punishment. "Maid, this is the first time since you've arrived that you have behaved perfectly for an entire week. To celebrate that fact I will now name you. I have decided on Crystal as the name implies pure and fragile and like you easily broken. Do you like it?" Inexplicably Tristan felt a great feeling of joy. His efforts had been finally been recognised by his mistress. Up to that point he had not realised how important it was to him to please her. He felt that he'd been finally accepted. "Oh yes Madam. Thank you." Geraldine handed him the key. "Crystal." "Yes Madam." "We have a guest tomorrow so it will be 'dress attire' all day." Gillian Crystal opened the front door. Before him was a middle-aged woman, dark hair, about 5'8'' who looked rather fierce. She was carrying a brown leather briefcase "Mam Please come in. Let me take your bag and coat.." Crystal recounted maid rule 108 - always refer to female gusts as Mam unless instructed otherwise. After hanging her coat in the cloakroom Crystal led the woman to Geraldine's study. She knocke, entered and curtsied deeply. "Madam you have a guest." Turning to the woman he motioned her in. "Please...." The woman had not spoken a word but she had noted his every movement. Crystal minced back to the door and stood beside it in the manner in which he'd been trained. Hands held together in front of him with his head slightly stooped. His pink satin maids outfit glistened in the warm autumn sunshine streaming in though the study window "Crystal." "Yes Madam." "Morning tea for myself and my guest." "Yes Madam." Curtsying he left the room and hurried down to the kitchen Geraldine turned to her guest. "Gillian how are you. How's the practice and the research?" Dr. Gillian Brown had run a gender reassignment clinic in Harley Street for twenty years. They had become acquainted at one of the many parties Geraldine had thrown in the old days. Geraldine had always been fascinated by her work and they became good friends. "The practice is fine and there are a couple of new developments I'm just dying to try out. I take that that vision in pink is the one you want the work done on? She seems very well trained but that's hardly surprising. She has a good mistress. Do you rent her out?" Geraldine smiled. She knew that Gillian had a passion for transgender boys but she wasn't going to get her claws into Crystal. Not just yet. "Yes she's the one." "Wow she's gorgeous how long have you had her." "Crystals been here 6 months now not that she knows it. I've been conditioning her. She doesn't know what day of the week it is. She just knows today is a pink day and that follows a black day and it'll be a yellow day tomorrow. I wouldn't be surprised if she knew what year it was any more." "And how long she been on hormones?" "Since she arrived. But she's been on the ones you supplied for 4 months now. Her arse and hips have filled out nicely and her features have softened. But it's killed any sex drive she had. A pity really as that's one less tool in my armoury.." "Well I may be able to help you there - what about her breast development?" "Difficult to tell....." "Oh Geraldine you haven't put those awful falsies on her." Geraldine nodded sheepishly. "Well we'll have to get her in ASAP Give her some real boobies she can be proud of." They were disturbed by a knock at the door. Crystal entered. She placed the tray of tea and cups on the study desk, curtsied before resuming her position by the door. "Crystal come here I'd like you to meet Dr. Brown." Crystal minced over and curtsied low in front of the doctor. "Crystal. I'm here to examine you. Could you remove your dress for me," Gillian asked. "Yes Mam." Tristan recalled maid rule 78. Always obey a guest unless told otherwise. He expertly reached behind him, removed his apron, and skilfully undid the rear fastenings of his dress. He stepped out the garment and stood before the doctor in is underwear. "And the corset," Gillian instructed. Geraldine handed him a spare key she kept in her desk draw. "Bra and knickers too." Tristan blushed deeply as he stood before the doctor in just his shoes and stockings. Gillian opened her bag and dug around until she found the small bottle she been searching for. She applied the evil smelling liquid to the breast forms that had been part of Tristan's anatomy for the past 6 months. They fell away surprisingly easily and Gillian inspected what lay beneath. Crystal was stunned at what was there. Rather than the flat chest he'd been expecting he'd seem to have sprouted little breasts with large nipples and auros that pointed seductively upwards. In fact they looked like the breasts you'd find on a pubescent girl. Whatever Crystal thought, Gillian was impressed. "Lovely," Gillian said and gave one of his nipples a playful tweak. Tristan was surprised how sensitive it was and that he experienced a shudder of excitement. "Those Alpha 4 pills certainly seem to be doing the business. Turn round Crystal. Yes look at the development round her hips and bottom. Very good. I now need to examine her cock and balls. Geraldine please." Geraldine handed her he key to Tristan's cock restraint. She unlocked the restraint and Crystal's cock saw the light of day for the first time in months. Whereas his breasts and arse had grown his cock was a withered pale imitation of what it once was. She held his placid penis between her fingers grunted and felt his shrunken balls. "Thank you Crystal you may get dressed now. Geraldine I don't think the restraint is required any longer; she'll get no pleasure from that. Not at the moment at least. And she needs some new bras. The training ones for pre teens will do nicely until she comes and sees me.." Crystal quickly redressed. Geraldine dismissed him and he moved swiftly from the room. Crystal's first instinct was to rush upstairs and ensure that his make up and dress were still immaculate. With a start he caught himself. What was he thinking? He'd been given drugs that had made him sprout real breasts, shrunk his dick, and was generally changing his body shape to that of a woman - and he was worried about a smudge of lipstick. What was happening to him physically and mentally? He still felt compelled to check his appearance and he felt much better with a little powder on his nose and a new coat of glossy pink lipstick. "Geraldine Birch she is scrumptious," Gillian declared. "I don't think they'll be any problem with any of the procedures you requested. Those hormones are working their magic and having those heavy falsies hang from her chest leaves me plenty of room to work with. They are now bog standard procedures now. However there are a few things I'd like to try." Geraldine leaned forward her curiosity ignited. Gillian continued. "You're absolutely sure you want to leave his plumbing in place? I could give him such a sweet tight little cunny. And you're certain that you don't want him neutered? She would make a sweet gelding." Geraldine smiled and nodded her head. She recalled a rather unethical conversation she had with her when Gillian had confessed some of her deep fantasises. She would like nothing more than to cuckold some unfortunate young man and have his balls in a jar within the year. "No Gillian dear not this one, but please continue." "Uh Uh.. Ok. If you're sure. There's been plenty research regarding the medical applications of nanotechnology. That is a tiny microscopic machine inserted in the body to perform certain functions that have been damaged or destroyed. A classic example is nerve damage. If say a nerve in the spinal column is severed, the brain never receives the message that nerve sends. That's not because the nerve is dead - it still sends the signal - it's just the circuit to the receiver in the brain is broken. Advances in nanotechnology mean that tiny transmitters and receivers can be attached to each end of the break in the circuit. Now every time the nerve is stimulated the transmitter will fire a signal to the receiver and the circuit is complete." "Yes but how is this relevant to Crystal." "Well if some part of her brain was stimulated we could place a nanotransmitter to pick up that brain activity which would send a signal to another strategically placed nanoreciever that would stimulate the part of the brain wherever that receiver was placed." Geraldine was very interested now. "So let me get this straight. If you place your nano whatever's in Crystals head she could experience pain but actually feel pleasure?" "Precisely. And it's not just the pain sensors. We could achieve the same results with a whole array of sensations. Smell, taste, touch and even sight and hearing could all be triggers. The trick is to know exactly where to place the nano's, and that's what I've been researching." Gillian and Geraldine talked long into the afternoon making their plans for Crystal. Crystal sat alongside Geraldine in the reception area of Gillian Browns Harley Street clinic. Crystal was nervous. He couldn't remember how many Pink days had passed since he'd last been out. (Crystal now always thought of weeks as Pink days) .He wore a little blue (as today was a blue day) sleeveless dress whose hem hung just above his knees. For once he was without the corset and his white stockings were held up by a delicate blue suspender belt. Matching blue French knickers kept his cock in place and his budding fruits were held firmly in place by a soft cotton-training bra. He clutched a tiny blue handbag, which matched his blue high heels. Gillian entered the room. Crystal stood and made to curtsy, but a sharp 'No' from Geraldine stopped in her tracks. "Geraldine, Crystal, how good to see you. Will you please follow me though." They were lead into Gillian's large office and sat facing the doctor over her large wooden desk. "Crystal, welcome to my clinic. Your here so we can do some tests and find out what goes on in that pretty little head of yours. Is that OK?" Crystal relaxed. He had an inkling that he might be here for some surgery as he had concluded that Geraldine was unhappy with his appearance. "Yes mam." Gillian smiled. "Call me Doctor Brown here." "Yes Dr Brown." "Crystal I'm going to place a sensory detection helmet on you, and then show you a few pictures. All I want you to do is relax. It won't hurt. I'm going to give you a little injection to help you concentrate." Gillian approached Crystal a placed a white cloth helmet over her head. It reminded Crystal of the type of caps astronauts wore under their helmets in Space. The helmet was held snugly in place by straps under the chin, and across the forehead. Gillian checked the PC on her desk. "Now just watch the screen behind me. I want you to watch carefully and try and take every detail in." Crystal watched the screen. A picture of a calm lake flashed up. Crystal studied the image for 5 seconds before another picture of tress in a forest appeared. Geraldine was now standing behind Gillian and they were both scrutinising the PC. "These are just calibration shots," Gillian whispered in Geraldine's hear. Photos of clouds, mountains, rivers, flowers all followed. Suddenly the screen was filled by a picture of a toned black man spouting a immense erection. His hand was on his cock and the man leered into the camera. Crystal was shocked but somehow couldn't take his eyes of the screen. He took in every detail of the image. Gillian nodded briefly pleased at what she'd seen on her PC. "It's working " she whispered. More was to follow. All sorts of men, black, white, Asian, short, tall, fat, skinny, some with hugh cocks, some that were barely visible. Bald men, hairy men, bearded men, young, old. Crystal took it all in. The pictures began to vary. Pictures of maids, school girls, nurses, whores, secretaries and a whole parade of woman of varying shapes sizes and age. There were transsexuals, men fucking them women fucking them, men with men women with women men with women. There was cock sucking, dildos, bondage caning spanking, the slide show seem to last forever. Bizarrely the slide show had moved onto woman's items. Underwear, nightwear, make up, shoes Skirts, dresses, cardies, they were all there. Eventually and much to Crystals relieve the show ended. His mind was swimming with all those images, and although he hardly heard Gillian praising of for being a good girl he still managed a, "Thank You Dr Brown." Crystal was given 5 minutes to recover. He was handed several small phials the contents of which he inhaled deeply. He was then presented with a tray of petri dishes each with a glob of white goo sitting in it. Automatically he tried each one as requested. They all tasted vile. "You're doing very well Crystal, just a few more procedures then you can leave. I want you to remove those scummy knicks knicks of yours and jump up here." Gillian patted the patted bench of a gynaecology examination table. Crystal lay on his back as Gillian strapped his feet into the syrups that rose from the foot of the table. Crystal was very aware how exposed his arse and cock where with his legs strapped high and wide above his prostrate body. "Sorry Crystal, but I'm going to have to do a rectal examination - with this." Crystal's eyes were like saucers as he saw the 9" Dildo Gillian held in her hand. She looked pleadingly at Geraldine. "Madam must I?" "Yes Crystal you must." Maid Rule no.1 'Follow Madams Rules at all times.' Crystal braced himself as she felt Gillian cover his tight rectum opening with gel. He gave a little yelp as she insert a finger to lubricate him inside. "Geraldine a gag I think. We don't want her upsetting the other patients." Crystal felt ball gag shoved in her mouth and secured around his head. He felt the tip of the dildo touch his opening, and his rectum clenched in fear. "Now Crystal try and relax it will be easier that way." He couldn't. Gillian began to put pressure on the dildo and Crystal tensed even more. She had began twisting it trying to screw the phallus into him. "God she's tight - you say she's had no dildo training at all?" Geraldine shock her head. "I didn't want to spoil her for you." Gillian smiled and gave the dildo a sharp push. Its tip entered unfortunate Crystal's rectum. He screamed but no more than a muffled distressed moan was heard beyond his gag. "Good we're getting there. Hold tight Crystal dear." With one smooth thrust she rammed the dido home up to it's hilt letting Crystal experience the full 9 inches. Crystals was in agony. He truly thought he would die. He felt like he'd been split in two from the waist down. His screams became a gasp as he felt his rectal wall muscles grip the invading pole and try and force it out. It was going nowhere as Gillian held the base of the dildo in place. The pain was now subsiding slightly but Crystal wanted it out ASAP. Almost reading his thoughts Gillian obliged letting the dido slip slowly back to his opening. "Not so bad was it dear? The first time is always the worst." The tip was nearly out. But Crystal's ordeal wasn't over yet. Gillian slammed the dildo home once more. Again Crystal was racked by a flash of pain, but not as intense as the first time. Gillian slowly started to fuck him. At last he felt the dildo leave his body. He was dimly aware that Gillian and Geraldine were excitedly looking at the PC. He heard Gillian say "Better than I had anticipated ....so clear.... Lets see if we can get that sissy of yours to come." Gillian's face hovered into Crystals line of vision. He was still on his back with his feet in the syrups. She removed his gag. "Now darling almost home. I want you to come for me. Think you can do that? Don't worry I'll do all the work." She took his flaccid penis in her hand and began kneading and squeezing it like a lump of dough. "Oh that's it baby I want you to get nice and hard for Momma." Crystal had his gaze fixed on Gillian's cleavage that peaked seductively from under her starched white cotton blouse. Gillian caught sight of her line of vision. "Oh baby you like these " she cupped her free hand under one of her voluptuous globes "Oh Yes Dr...." "Shh. Call me Momma." "Oh yes Momma." Gillian quickly unbuttoned the buttons on her blouse to revel two creamy white swaying orbs cupped by a black half cut demi bra. At last Gillian felt some response from his limp member. "Baby want to suck on Momma titties." She heaved a bosom from it's mooring and stuck the large brown nipple between Crystals red lips. She pushed her face close to her and Crystal sucked greedily. This had had the desired effect. Crystals dick wasn't what you would call hard but it was semi erect. Gillian began smoothly wanking him. Crystal had now almost forgotten his aching arse and concentrated on sucking this woman luscious nipple. Gillian let his head go and feeling down his dress she started massaging one of his ripe plums though his bra. This sent a surge of pleasure running though Crystal's body that terminated at the tip of his ever growing cock. "Ohh Baby. You've got lovely small nipples. Do you want a big pair like Momma's?" Without thinking he nodded. He didn't want to say anything for fear of losing his grip on Gillian's rigid nipple. She was wanking him furiously now and was now pinching and twisting his oh so sensitive nipples. Crystal was aware of nearly forgotten stirrings in his loins. Gillian sensed it to. "That's it Baby come for Momma ... Yes....Oh....Yes......" He was swept away as he experienced his first orgasm as Crystal. His dick hadn't really hardened and his come seeped out in thick globules. More like a leek than an ejaculation. Gillian kept pumping till she was sure Crystal had been milked try and his moans of post orgasmic satisfaction had ceased. Gillian wiped her hand on a tissue and buttoned her blouse. She faced the exhausted Crystal one last time. "Baby doll you were marvellous. We're through now. Just one last injection to help you relax." Crystal felt a hypodermic enter his arm. He felt the liquid enter his blood stream and the warm glow of contentment as it pumped though his veins. As the drug hit his brain he experienced the most wonderful ecstatic feeling. Completely calm, no worries he grinned stupidly at the ceiling. He felt himself lift out of his body and watched Gillian Geraldine and Crystal disappear as he floated away. Gillian lifted Crystal's eyelids. His eyes were completely dilated. She checked his pulse and breathing. He'd be OK. "Medical Grade heroin - hope she has a good time." She placed the used needle in the sharps waste bucket. "I've got all the data I need now, time for you to go home. I'll keep an eye on her for the next couple of hours - she'll be no trouble." Gillian was to work long into the evening analysising Crystal's responses to the various stimulations and translating it to a usable 3 D picture of her head. She hardly notice when 2 burley porters came and wheeled the barely conscious Crystal away. Crystal woke in a large comfortable bed. He tried to move. It was a mistake. He moaned softly. He literally ached all over. He couldn't locate a part of himself that didn't. Maybe his eyeballs but he wasn't even sure of that. He was dimly aware of a nurse entering the room a changing a drip. He drifted off again. Geraldine looked though the observation window of the room Crystal was sleeping in. She was at the Gender Re-alignment institute and Gillian was at her side. "She looks so much better with the bandages off," Gillian commented. She was right all traces of bruising on Crystals face had vanished and the swelling on his boobs had disappeared. "Gillian, you're a genius - whatever they pay you it's not enough. She looks marvellous. No one would ever guess what secret she keeps between her legs. How long till you bring her round?" 'Not yet. Her feet still need time and I want to be sure that the nest of nanotransmitter and receivers we've inserted in her head are securely bedded down.." "And the work down below?" "Well the work on her balls was fairly straightforward. Just a few stitches to ensure that her testis stay nicely tucked inside and a basic procedure to remove any excess skin." Geraldine cocked an eye at her. "Her scrotom you mean?' "Well yes . You wouldn't what that nasty loose skin spoiling your girls lines would you. But don't worry. We've left the basic plumbing in place. Your sissy will still be able to come to her hearts content.." "And her cock?" "A little more complicated, but not entirely without president in the medical world. We've performed a radical penile reduction. It basically means we removed most of the muscle and flesh from her shaft, shortened the tubes inside and reattached the helmet to the remaining stump. It means that your Crystal will be almost entirely flat at the front. Just a small protrusion which she can pee though .Sitting down of course. It means that she'll get away with wearing anything apart from the tightest of skirts without having to resort