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Therapeutic Research by joannebarbarella My job had been outsourced to India or some such place where programmers cost one tenth of what I did and as a result I was desperately searching for work. Weeks went by without any sniff of an opportunity related to my specialty or experience, as presumably, all the other firms were doing the same thing in order to stay competitive. Globalization may be a good thing in the overall scene but, believe me, it doesn't feel like it when you are one of its victims. Well, I had to eat and pay my rent so I started to widen my search to include almost anything except for a job at McDonalds. Even then I didn't seem to be having much luck, although the media kept on trumpeting about skills shortages. Perhaps it was true that I was a bit of a geek and a nerd without much in the way of social skills which was my handicap in finding a position. I sold my car to save gas and running costs and stretch my finances a little, but basically swapped shoe leather and public transport costs for the convenience of owning my own vehicle. So, more pounding the pavement for no result. I was starting to get more than a little frustrated, not to say broke. Then one day I am surfing and I see the following ad: INSTITUTE OF BEHAVIOURAL RESEARCH Participants required for experimental investigation into efficacy of hypno-therapeutic techniques in behavioural modification and learning processes. Opportunities for assimilation of further advanced educational skills and training for craft positions. Physical improvement also possible. Applicants must be of voting age and prepared to live in controlled clinical conditions for at least two years. The experiments are designed to establish whether hypnotherapy is a valuable tool in the treatment of gender-related problems and/or the acceleration of learning processes for trades and skills now taught through apprenticeship schemes and by traditional methods. Conditions will include full board, accommodation and appropriate uniform/clothing. Commitment to the full two-year program is a prerequisite and a contract will be signed by both parties and enforced. Salary $25000 per annum. Applicants should send their CV to Box 7788, USPO, New York, NY, attention Dr. D. Wilson OK, a bit vague and open-ended but offering an opportunity that I hadn't seen for ages. If I could get into this program I would be taken care of for two years in basic living needs, learn some new skills and come out with the best part of $50000 to help me start up somewhere else. But surely there would be hundreds of applicants for a job like this, except for that requirement to agree to a two-year term and live in their "accommodation". To me it sounded great after months of struggle, so I quickly sent off my CV and anxiously awaited a reply. A reply came a week later, inviting me for an interview at the Institute's establishment in upstate New York and enclosing plane and train tickets to get me there and back, with details how to find it, and instructions for contacts upon arrival, all very professional. I was thrilled, relieved, on tenterhooks, nervous, all at the same time. I really wanted this job, after several months out of work. I didn't even know what I should do to prepare for it. On the appointed day I travelled to a small town about a hundred miles from New York city and followed the directions I had been given, finally arriving at a pleasant mansion probably fifty years old in spacious well-kept grounds. I estimated that the house must have at least a dozen bedrooms and there were other smaller cottage-like buildings visible amongst the trees, altogether a substantial establishment, reassuring me that this operation was a genuine enterprise and not, as I had half feared, some kind of scam. I got out of the cab I had hired at the station and rang the bell at the door which was opened within seconds by a young lady in a white coat like a nurse's or lab assistant's. "Good morning," I said. "My name is John Smith, and I'm here for an interview for the research jobs." "Oh, yes, Mr. Smith. Please come in and I'll let Dr. Wilson know you've arrived. Just take a seat in the waiting room. I'm sure she won't be long." She ushered me in and disappeared down a corridor. The room was like any doctor's waiting room, clean and neat with standard furniture and out-of-date National Geographics, but I had hardly sat down when a tall, thin, grey-haired woman of about fifty bustled into the room. "Mr.Smith, so glad you could come. I expect you're wondering what we have in store for you. I'm Diane Wilson and I run our program here. We're going to give you a number of tests and, most importantly, check your susceptibility to hypnosis, as that is the very foundation of our process. We've already carried out background checks from the CV information you submitted. Let's see," she read from a file in her hand, "you're 24, single, male of course, currently unemployed, both parents deceased- what a shame- no other close relatives?" I shook my head. "All right, assuming your test results are satisfactory, is there any pressing reason for you to return home? If not we can arrange to have your belongings picked up and put into storage for the duration of your stay with us, and you can start immediately. How's that sound?" "That would be very helpful. Basically I've only got clothes there, the apartment came fully equipped and the rent's paid so I can just email the landlord. I hope I pass your tests," I said a little nervously. "Well, let's get started and see how you do," she said. "We will start with the aptitude and intelligence tests." She handed me a sheaf of papers. "You can start those right now and I'll come back in an hour or so to see how you are getting on, and I'll get Maria to bring you some coffee and biscuits," and with that she swept out. I started into the test papers she had given me and they did not seem too hard. When she came back I had finished, and she said that was excellent. "Now for the hypnosis susceptibility test, I have a feeling you will do very well," and she got me to lie down on a couch and watch a wheel spinning while she spoke to me in gentle soothing tones. It seemed to me that I awoke after just seconds. I felt refreshed and energised as if I had had a good night's sleep. She then questioned me about some of my answers to the earlier tests and said we were at the point where we could sign a contract. "Did I pass all the tests then?" I asked. "Easily, and you were right at the maximum on the hypnosis test. You will make an excellent subject. However, we must be sure you understand the contract you are about to sign. Our signatures will be witnessed and notarised and will bind both parties to a two year training period, which can only be terminated if you prove to be totally resistant to our process or if we dismiss you for misdemeanors on your part, such as theft or violent behavior. If you decide that you want to leave the program for personal reasons you will be penalised by the loss of all your accumulated pay and all memories of the tuition you have received will be removed from your consciousness. Is that clear?" "It seems drastic, but it's clear," I replied. "The reason is that our procedures are experimental and we cannot have half-trained or relapsed people wandering around dispensing incorrect information about the Institute. We are not being draconian for the sake of it, so, are you prepared to sign?" I took the copy of the contract she pushed towards me and studied it briefly. From what I could see it was as she said and I did want this job, so I told her I would sign. She then called in the receptionist Maria and another woman who I had not seen before and we signed the document and they witnessed it and stamped it, giving me a copy for myself. Dr. Wilson and I shook hands and then she said, "Thank you, Mr. Smith. POCAHONTAS." I knew instantly that I would do anything to gain this woman's approval, anything at all. If I had been a puppy I would have jumped up and down and wagged my tail frantically and licked her hand and her face. I just wanted her to love me. "Is it all right if I call you Joanne, Ms. Smith? The object of our program is to treat your delusion that you are a male, so I feel it is best that we establish your true sexual identity from the start, if that is all right with you." "Of course it's all right, Dr. Wilson," I said, wanting desperately to please. "I'm so pleased. From now on you should think of me as your mother, and you may call me Mother. You are going to be like a daughter to me, and when we are finished you will be , to all intents and purposes, my child." I was so happy that I almost cried. "Thank you Mother, thank you." "We will start your reconditioning in earnest tomorrow morning, my dear. In the meantime we must get you settled in and dressed more appropriately before dinner. I've taken the liberty of laying out some quite pretty clothing in your room. I hope you like my choice. Maria and Anne will assist you to get ready. Please pay careful attention to their instructions and we will eat together later." She rang a bell to call the two girls, gave me a smile and left the room. Maria I had of course seen before. The other woman was a tall, well-built, thirtyish brunette with a pleasant face also wearing a lab- coat type uniform. Together they took me up a staircase to a large corner room with windows in both outer walls and flowered wallpaper. It was furnished with a queen-size bed, a dressing table with lighted mirror, a three-way full length mirror, an easy chair, and a writing table and chair, all in light tan or ivory colors, like a high-class hotel room. One of the interior walls led to a walk-in wardrobe and through to a bathroom and toilet, with shower, bath ,W.C. and bidet and a double hand-basin and vanity top backed by a large mirror, altogether a very comfortable suite. "I hope you like it, Joanne," said Maria. "I'll leave you with Anne now, she will help you change." "OK dear, let's get you ready. Take off all your clothes, so I can see what I've got to work with." I hesitated, feeling shy at undressing in front of a woman I did not know. "POCAHONTAS," she said. "Come on, you wouldn't want to upset your Mother, would you? Besides,I've seen it all before. I used to think I was a man until Dr. Wilson showed me the truth, so I had the same equipment that you've got." "No, I want Mother to be pleased with me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be difficult. Did you really think you were a man. You certainly don't look like one." "Well, I had all the bits when I joined the program, but your Mother showed me that I was a woman inside and so we changed my body to reflect the reality, and she taught me all the skills that I have today. I am going to be your instructing beautician and cosmetologist, and I think you will turn out really well. Now, let's get started. Strip." Reassured that I would be pleasing my Mother and this nice lady I took off all my clothes and stood naked before her. She walked around me slowly looking me up and down. "Hmmm, not bad," she murmered, "not too much muscle, not too hairy, nice legs, nice tight tush. Pity about this, it'll have to go." She fondled my cock, " but let's give it a going-away present. POCAHONTAS. You'll enjoy this but we won't tell Mother, will we?" With that, she pushed me down on the bed and took my penis in her mouth and kissed, licked and sucked it until it was rock-hard and with no conscious control I spurted down her throat. She was right. I did enjoy it and she really did look like the cat that got the cream as she swallowed every drop and then licked my shaft clean. I hadn't known we girls could have so much fun. This program was off to an amazing start and I loved my Mother and Anne very much. "Enough fun," said Anne, and she pushed me toward the shower stall and slathered my body all over with some nasty-smelling cream. She told me to stand still for a few minutes and then washed off all the cream and all my body-hair with the hand nozzle of the shower, afterwards giving me a floral scented soap to shower properly. She showed me how to dry myself gently and fix the towel to cover me from the chest down and then sat me on a stool in front of the vanity unit and shampooed and conditioned my hair, wrapping it turban-style in a towel when finished. "We won't style your hair too much tonight as we're going to use a wig," she commented as she blow-dried and brushed it, "but tomorrow we'll get Barbara, our hairdresser, to give you hair extensions, which are much easier to handle." She had me lie on the bed again and she applied breastforms to my chest with an adhesive which she said would last at least a week and in fact I would only have to remove for hygienic reasons to prevent skin problems to the underlying tissue. After five minutes the glue had dried and it was almost impossible to see the join between the real me and the silicone forms, they were so realistic. While we were waiting for the breastforms to set Anne had begun to shape my toenails and varnish them in a deep crimson color. "Tonight, just a quick run to make you feel nice and girly. We'll do them properly tomorrow." Next, a pair of white satiny panties and a matching white bra, which she helped me put on. I was obeying Mother's direction to take careful note of all these actions, so I could do them by myself later. The dress which Mother had picked for me was also white with a scooped neck back and front, very short sleeves and a flared skirt with a built-in petticoat. I liked it very much, especially the way the petticoat swished against my legs, with the skirt just reaching my knees. Anne sat me down at the dressing table and proceeded to do my make-up, giving me a running commentary as she went. A light foundation, eye shadow and eye liner, mascara, a little shading on my eyebrows,some blusher on my cheeks and a deep pink lipstick. She then took a honey blonde wig which reached half waydown my neck and, after applying some adhesive to the front band, carefully positioned it on my head and combed and brushed it until she was happy with the style. The preparation was completed with a pair of clip-on gold earrings and a gold chain necklace. Then I had to sit still while she shaped and painted myfingernails in a pink matching my lipstick. They seemed to take forever to dry. At last she handed me a pair of white high-heeled sandals with open toes and ankle straps. I think the heels were about 3 and 1/2 inches.They seemed very high, but when I put them on they were quite comfortable and I had no trouble standing or walking in them. It was as if I had been waiting for them all my life. "There, my darling. Let's have a good look at you," said Anne, and stood me in front of the three-way mirror. She tugged and fluffed at me a little, while I simply stood and admired what I now knew was the real me. It was true. I had had this delusion my whole life that I was a man when it was quite plain that I was actually a girl. How could that have happened? I really loved my Mother for making it clear to me and I was determined that I was going to be the best daughter ever to her and make her proud of me. "Oh, Anne, what do you think? Am I pretty? Will Mother be pleased?" "Joanne darling, you are gorgeous, and your Mother will be delighted.By the time you have finished the program you will be a wonderful woman. Come on. We'll go downstairs and show you off to everybody before dinner." So that 's what we did. I met all the staff (every one a woman) and preened and twirled and showed off and they all showered me with compliments, and when my Mother came in she grasped both my hands, and laughed and said, "My darling girl, I am so proud of you already. We'll soon have all that silly maleness out of you and you wiil be the most beautiful graduate of this program ever. Come and sit with me so I can look at you while we eat." I was so happy I thought my heart would burst, and the evening passed in a haze of enchantment, until all of a sudden it was time for bed and Mother and Anne both came upstairs and helped me to undress and remove my make-up and put on a pretty pink nightie, and then Mother kissed me goodnight. The next morning, after a shower I put on a fresh set of white undies and a plain white long-sleeved blouse, a black tight miniskirt (about 4 inches above the knee) and a pair of black patent-leather pumps with a 3 inch heel and went down to breakfast. Mother greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. It always made me so happy when she was affectionate to me. "Joanne, after breakfast we have some business to deal with and then your education starts." "All right,Mother, whatever you say." When we finished she took me to her office, which was surprisingly high-tech, with lots of screens and monitors and told me she needed me to sign some more papers and she would give me some injections and some pills. "This document is a release which confirms that you understand the treatment which we will administer and that you agree to receiving it. As we have told you, you have been suffering under the delusion that you are male when it is quite obvious that you are a female. POCAHONTAS. You do agree with that, don't you." "Yes, Mother." "Right, then when you have signed this paper we will immediately give you two powerful injections of female hormones to kick-start your corrective therapy, and put you on a daily regimen of hormones in pill and tablet form to enhance the effects of your feminization. This will cause changes both physical and mental.Initially you will become more emotional and liable to mood swings, but these effects will gradually decrease and you willno longer notice them after time. Physically, you will experience greatly reduced body hair growth, more rapid growth of cranial hair, softening of your skin, muscle loss, shrinkage of your genitals and penis, loss of sexual function as a male and increased growth in your nipples and breasts. Of course,you may wish to enhance some of these changes through cosmetic surgery or sexual reassignment. We will be glad toassist you if you decide to proceed with such surgeries and advise you of the benefits or side effects, but it will be your choice and we will record your decisions to ensure compliance with Government regulations. Do you understand what I have told you and agree to those conditions? Please answer Yes or No Dr. Wilson." "Yes, Dr. Wilson." I then signed the offered document and she instructed me to bend over, raise my skirt and lower my panties and gave me an injection in each cheek of my buttocks. "You will spend the rest of the day having a basic makeover, hair extensions, laser hair removal, eyebrow shaping, facial, nails,ear piercing and lip enhancement. I recommend early treatment on your vocal chords and laryngeal reduction, so think aboutthat and we can discuss it tomorrow. I plan each day to put you into full trance hypnotherapy for half an hour to reinforce your instruction.Your initial courses will include cosmetics and beauty treatments,hairdressing and styling, fashion selection and color co-ordination, ballet and martial arts. Later, when you have mastered the basics, we will introduce you to other subjects.Does that sound satisfactory?" "Yes, Mother, but why martial arts?" "A girl has to be able to defend herself and we've also found it to be a very efficient way of maintaining overall fitness as the hormone regime reduces muscle mass quickly," she answered. I was then taken to the in-house beauty salon where I was treated like a princess by Barbara the hair dresser and her assistants Lisa and Monica who did my facial, laser treatment, eyebrows and nails while the extensions were attached and my hair was styled and my ears were pierced. It really did take the rest of the day, but when I went to change for dinner I thought it had all been worthwhile as I now looked totally female even without make-up. Anne again came to my rooms to help me change and selected a little black dress for me over lacy black bra and panties, but this time I wore a suspender belt and sheer black stockings as well. I just loved the feeling of the stockings on my legs, soooo sexy. My heels were higher tonight but I still found no difficulty walking in them. Anne did my make-up but told me that tomorrow she would expect me to start helping her. Dinner was wonderful with everyone saying how nice I looked and Mother paying me a lot of attention. The next morning Barbara came to show me how to do my hair, which was now shoulder-length with a fringe in front. That was fun. After breakfast I went for a session with Mother. She gave me my pills and then put me in a trance, so of course I did not know what happened while I was under. When I awoke she reminded me that we had talked about some surgery yesterday, vocal chord tightening to raise my speech to a more feminine tone and shaving my adam's apple to improve my throat outline. If I had it done immediately I wouldn't be able to speak for a while but none of my earlycourses required much speaking. It seemed so logical that I agreed straight away and she got on the phone and scheduled the surgery for two days later. I had to sign another form to confirm my agreement. I was then taken for my first classes in cosmetics and hairdressing, and later introduced to tae kwon do. It was all so interesting and fascinating and that evening I began to do my own make-up with Anne's guidance and pin up my hair with Barbara looking on. I was pretty pleased with myself. The following day passed in much the same manner except that my subjects were fashion and ballet. I had no idea how complex fashion was, morning and evening outfits, cocktail frocks, casuals, separates, colors, materials, jewellery. My head was spinning at the end of the class, but I loved it, and ballet! Well, I can only say it's going to take a lot of practice. I don't mind. It's my true destiny and I know everybody is helping me so much. I was scheduled for my surgery the next morning, so I skipped breakfast and went directly to the annexe for the operations. The surgeon was a business-like lady, whose face I never saw because she was masked the whole time. She told me not to worry, itwas all routine, and she put me under. When I woke up I had a very sore throat and I was told to try not to speak for a few daysand to eat soft foods only. When I could talk I would sound hoarse to start with but not to worry as that would wear off. This turnedout to be true and I sounded like a frog at first, but within a few weeks my voice was totally feminine and all traces of my adam's apple were gone. My daily routine of therapy and lessons continued. I became quite expert with cosmetics and make-up technique and Mother reduced the frequency of these lessons, replacing them with deportment classes and drama. It was not long before I could walk a catwalk like a model and declaim Juliet's speeches with appropriate passion. About six weeks into the program my nipples became swollen and very tender, although the breast forms stopped this from being a major problem except when I took them off. While I was washing myself I became aroused in a way I had never experienced before. My penis would stiffen without me touching it and I would orgasm in a kind of frenzy which shook my whole body. Mother told me this was a normal part of my development. Soon my breasts would start to develop and other physical changes would become noticeable, such as growth in my hips. Already, my body hair had virtually disappeared, my hair was growing at a much faster rate, and I no longer had to shave my face, although I had needed several sessions of electrolysis as well as the laser treatments. Once I was proficient in deportment new lessons in dressmaking, flower arranging and languages (French and Spanish) were introduced. These complemented my continuing tuition in fashion, ballet and tae kwon do. After three months I was allowed to wash, style and color the other girls' hair, even including Mothers'. I was very proud of myself. Anne allowed me to give facials and help her with cosmetics in the salon. Everybody seemed to be very pleased with my progress. Six months into the course my breasts were sufficiently developed for me to dispense with the breastforms and although still very sensitive my nipples no longer hurt, so I was now able to wear just a padded bra and show some genuine cleavage.Mother arranged for me to get some real modelling assignments and about once every two weeks I was taken to New York city and I strutted my stuff on the catwalks in all manner of fantastic gowns by designers like YSL, Dior, Armani, Marc and others. Mother told me that this was to teach me all aspects of the fashion industry and might help me after we completed the program. Also any extra money I made would be added to my salary, and I was getting experience in interacting with the outside world. Time passed so quickly I could not believe it. As I progressed with my lessons new subjects were added, and I became a very busy girl, but it seemed that the more I was given to do the better I coped. Classes in housekeeping and cookery were introduced,and my newly acquired dressmaking skills were put to the test as I had to make the uniform which I was required to wear while carrying out these lessons. It was a French maid's dress of the kind seen in fetish magazines, short and sexy and worn with petticoats, seamed black stockings and 5-inch heel black patent pumps. A strange thing happened when I wore this uniform. I found that I was incapable of speaking normally. I had a pronounced French accent, which all the other girls thought was hilarious. I also became extremely deferential, automatically curtseying whenever I entered or left a room, and addressing everyone except Mother as Mademoiselle. I called her Madame Maman. I was taught the proper ways to serve food and drink, cooking of course and domestic duties like cleaning, dusting, polishing, washing and ironing, how to set a table correctly and greet and introduce guests. There is quite an art in running a household properly. One morning during my regular session in Mother's office, about nine months into the program, she asked me, "Joanne, would you like breast implants? It is likely that the rate of increase in size using only hormone treatment will slow from now on and the surgery is a minor procedure. Perhaps this is also an appropriate time to have your testes removed as that will enhance the efficiency of the hormonal changes. We could do both operations together. What do you think?" I was so enthralled at the thought of having larger breasts that I barely registered the second part of her proposal. "Oh, yes please, Mother. When can I have it done?" "I think we can schedule it for the day after tomorrow. I thought you would like the idea so I had the paperwork prepared already and you can sign it now." Eagerly, I signed the document without reading it. After all, I trusted Mother. I had the two surgeries as arranged. When I awoke I was a bit sore in my crutch, but I was so pleased with my bigger titties that I scarcely noticed. They were now between a B and a C cup and Mother assured me I would be a full C cup when the hormones did the rest of their work by the time the program was completed. She also took me shopping in town for new clothes since a lot of my old ones would no longer fit me. We bought a dozen assorted bra and panty sets, a black full-length corset which gave me lots of uplift, three cocktail dresses in black, emerald and fire-engine red with high-heel shoes to match, for me to wear to dinner, and six tops with plunging necklines so that I could display my new assets. I was afraid I had overspent but Mother said it was all on the Institute. One thing that had become obvious was that I was never going to be more than an average ballerina. Perhaps I started too late.So it was decided to replace these lessons with ballroom dancing. From the very start I loved it; the style and the grace; the beautiful dresses and immaculate make-up and hair-dos; the handsome, elegant partners who held me so nicely as they swept me round the dance -floor. When I mastered (mistressed?) the basics Mother enrolled me in the dance club in the local town and insisted that I entered the regular competitions. Although I didn't win any I achieved a couple of thirds which did wonders for my confidence. Not bad for a beginner. And I got quite a nunber of offers from the men both for dancing and dates. Mother permitted the dancing but not the dates.She said the program would take care of that in due course under controlled conditions. By eighteen months into the program I was a skilled hairdresser and beautician, seamstress, flower arranger, competent actress, homemaker and hostess, could speak Spanish and French with some fluency, dance ballroom style quite well and knew the basics of ballet. I was extremely fit through my tae kwon do and the instructors told me I would achieve a high standard if I continued to practice, which of course I would. Most importantly I was extremely well acquainted with the ins and outs of fashion with respect to styles, color and co- ordination of garments, accessories, jewellery, shoes and appropriate occasions and locations for when and what to wear and I knew how to wear clothes with flair,as demonstrated by my modelling exposure. Mother reviewed my progress in one of our daily sessions. "I'm very pleased with you, Joanne," she said, making me almost ecstatic with her praise. "I think it's time for us to implement the final phase of the program. This will involve you in total interaction with males in circumstances requiring you to practice the arts of seduction, romance and sexual relationships. Therefore I think it will be necessary to replace your penis with a vagina. If you agree we can schedule an operation immediately, and carry out some minor cosmetic procedures to your face at the same time. That will preclude the need for any further surgery, and you can study the theory of the arts while you recuperate. Do you wish to proceed?" "Of course I do, Mother. I will do whatever you think I must.".She handed me some papers to sign as usual, which I did without hesitation. I underwent the procedures the very next day and awoke to find my face bandaged and much padding between my legs. I remained in the Institute's hospital for a week, quite heavily sedated. I remember that every day something like a rubber sausage was inserted into the area of my groin and pushed in and out but mostly I slept. When I was released the pads were removed and the bandages taken off of my face. I was given a foot-long version of the rubber implement and instructed to penetrate my new vagina twice a day for the next ten weeks, making sure to use a lubricant. My face was quite badly bruised and swollen across the nose and around the eyes, but the surgeon assured me I would be normal in a few weeks. At first I could only walk like a baby in diapers but everything gradually improved as promised. While I was recovering I was given a large number of CDs, movies and books demonstrating the techniques of seduction and the mechanics of sexual intercourse to study and I avidly imagined myself as the female participant in these exercises, caressing and kissing my man, stroking and touching and fluttering my eyelashes, looking coy and shy and alluring to produce the desired result. The sight of some of those magnificent members really turned me on as I anticipated them being engulfed by my mouth and penetrating me back and front and stiffening at my touch. During this period I often had to use the penetrator to relieve my passions. At last my pussy was pronounced fit for human consumption and I was told to prepare for my first real encounter. By this time my face had long healed. I now had a slightly smaller nose and doe eyes, giving me a more childlike, appealing look. I thought I looked very beautiful. I was told to dress with care for the occasion and chose a black bra and panty set (the bra was a maximiser to push up my boobies), a black garter belt and sheer black stockings which I fastened before putting on my panties. I remember admiring my pussy before pulling them up. I picked a silver shimmery mini-dress which barely covered my stocking tops and had a deep scooped neck so that my cleavage was shown to advantage with a peek at the bra when I leaned forwards. I did my make- up in dark dramatic tones around the eyes and used the almost -purple plum colored lipstick to emphasize my pillowy lips. Earlier I had bleached my hair to platinum blonde and got Barbara to give me an up-do with ringlets falling past my ears. Dangly diamante earrings, a matching necklace with a pendant which sat between my breasts and some silver bangles on each wrist set off my outfit. My fingernails matched the lipstick. I slipped on a pair of silver high heel sandals, grabbed a silver clutch purse and went downstairs to show myself to Mother. "Mmm, yes." She said when I entered her office. "Well chosen,Joanne. You've absorbed the lessons well." As usual, I glowed under her approval. "I have made some special arrangements for tonight. We have rented a room at a hotel in town for convenience. It has been equipped with cameras and recording equipment so that we can observe your performance. I will take you there first so that you know where to go when you have made a contact and give you the key. I will then drop you at a nearby club where you can make your pick-up. In the morning phone me and we will bring you home." "Yes, Mother," I replied obediently. She drove me to the hotel and showed me the room, which was ordinary with a king-size bed and bathroom and a mirror on the ceiling. It was actually a motel room, opening onto a courtyard, and I was a little surprised as Mother was normally very exact in describing things. Then she drove me to the club, and again I was surprised. It just did not look classy enough, but I got out when she stopped the car and started to walk to the door. "Wait, Joanne," she called, and I turned back to her. "POCAHONTAS.Your name is Simone. You are a slut and a whore. I expect you to earn a lot of money for me tonight." "Silly old bitch," I thought, "just because I like cock and have to give her money doesn't give her the right to be rude to me." and I turned and flounced into the club. I sat at the bar and ordered a margarita, looking around at the marks. They were an average looking lot and within a minute I caught the eye of a reasonably well-dressed man. I smiled at him and he came and sat next to me. " What's your name, darling?" he asked. "Simone. What's yours, stud?" "Tom. Are you free for a little fun?" "I'm never free sugar, but I wouldn't mind some fun. A blow-job and a fuck will cost you $200, one hour, OK?" "That's a bit expensive, girl." "I'm paying for the room and satisfaction's guaranteed. Make up your mind." "Oh, all right then, lead the way darling." We left and were into the motel within minutes. I unzipped his pants and had his cock in my hand seconds after I closed the door. I was glad to find it was a handsome 8 inches of respectable girth and growing longer and thicker as I fondled it. I took off his shoes and pants and shorts and jacket and pushed him back onto the bed. I could hardly wait to get this delicious piece of meat into my mouth. I don't do this just for money. I get my own rocks off with a man inside me, however he wants it. I took his rock-hard cock into my lips and nibbled him a little and then slid the whole of his shaft in right to the back of my throat, sliding my head back and forth in smooth actions, until I felt that final swelling which tells you a man is about to cum and he let rip into me and I swallowed everything he could produce. Lovingly I licked him clean and he lay panting on his back. "You up for dessert, stud?" I asked, and he just nodded. I took off my panties and mounted him 69 style, pushing my now wet pussy into his face and again taking his cock in both hands and lowering my mouth onto it. Carefully, I sucked and squeezed and massaged him while he licked me out, until, judging him to be ready I swung around and plunged his dick into my dripping cunt like a 9 inch dagger and rode him mercilessly until he came again and I had an orgasm that shook me from my curled-up toes to the roots of my platinum-blonde hair. We both lay exhausted for a few minutes. "Damn, woman, when you said satisfaction guaranteed you really meant it, didn't you? That's the best sex I've had in years." "Do you want another helping. It'll cost you extra?" I asked hopefully. He laughed. "I'd like to but you've drained me for now. Here's your money. Now let me get dressed." We went back to the club together and he bought me a drink and left me sitting at the bar. He must have told his friends because I was approached in minutes by another man. I had another six that night. All of them got a blow -job, but a couple preferred my ass to my pussy, and one just wanted me to play with him. I still wanted more but eventually I was so tired that I had to sleep. I was awoken by the phone at 10 a.m. "POCAHONTAS. You are Joanne. This is Mother. Get dressed and you will be picked up in 45 minutes." I was suddenly worried that Mother would be displeased with me for going with all those men last night, even though I had $1400 to give her. Would she really think I was a slut and a whore? However, I showered and dressed as instructed and waited nervously until the car came for me. I needn't have worried. Mother greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and asked me if I was all right. "Yes, I'm OK, but I don't quite understand what happened. I had so many men. And I still wanted more. Here's the money I made, Mother. I hope it's enough." She laughed. "Poor Joanne. You can keep the money. You surely earned it. My dear, the program requires that we establish the limits of your suggestibility so we increased your libido and modified your personality to produce a credible scenario to support your actions. It was a valuable experiment." In the weeks that followed I was exposed to men in all types of situations, from business to social to sexual,usually with the purpose of teaching me how to obtain my objectives by using feminine wiles and playing on the protective instincts felt by men for the weaker sex. I learned how to truly use the arts of seduction and made several genuine conquests of men who were targeted for me by Mother. During this period I was set up in one of the Institute's satellite cottages so that I could entertain in apparent security while my progress was monitored and my gentleman friends could stay the night. My enjoyment of sex grew and grew and as I became more experienced I did not have to fake my pleasure. I particularly enjoyed the occasions which required me to attend a social function such as a dinner or a reception, giving me the chance to dress up before being taken home for the chance to dress down and enjoy my reward in bed. I never failed. Suddenly two years had passed and one day in Mother's office she asked me to sit down and discuss my future. I had come to regard the Institute as home, and Mother as my real mother and had put no thought into what might happen when the program finished. "We can be a little flexible on timing, my dear, but our program is designed to meet specific targets. You have been a magnificent subject and have helped us to demonstrate that our methods work and our objectives can be achieved. Now it is time for you to go out into the world and live your own life. We are prepared to help you but the choices must be yours." I could only nod as I took this in. "Now, to ensure you look at this objectively, I am going to regress you. POCAHONTAS. Your name is John Smith, isn't it?" "Yes," I replied, but there was something wrong with my voice. I tried again. "Yes, Dr. Wilson." there was still something wrong. It wasn't my voice. "What's happened to my voice?" I asked her. "It was surgically altered at your request." By now it had dawned on me that I sounded like a woman. "What have you done to me? I didn't ask for this." "Yes you did Mr. Smith. We have the records to prove it. Nothing has been done to you that you didn't ask for and agree to and sign consent forms for. You must surely recall that you volunteered to participate in our experimental program of your own free will, and, as I remember it, very eagerly." "What else did you do to me? Tell me." I was starting to feel uneasy. "That could be tedious. It might be better if you looked. Come over here to the mirror." I got up and walked over to the mirror, but I wasn't there. I couldn't see myself. I looked around for the young woman who had somehow entered the room without me noticing, but she wasn't there. She was only in the mirror. Then it hit me, and I stared in horror at the woman looking back at me with a horrified expression on her own face. I passed out. When I came to, I was lying on the couch on which I had been hypnotised when I came for my interview. "You've made me into a woman. Why? What's going on?" I demanded. Dr. Wilson sighed. "Mr. Smith, you should have paid more attention to our advertisement, but you were so concerned about getting the position that you failed to consider the implications. You were looking for two years pay with full board and accommodation and clothing supplied, plus educational opportunities. Well, you got all of those, as promised. You asked no questions about your obligations. We stated clearly that we were researching gender-related problems and their treatment by hypnotherapy. We would have been happy to elaborate if you had asked. Our main objective was to see if we could take a normal male and transform him into a normal woman. We also advised that physical improvement was possible and I would assert that you are physically improved. You were a rather nondescript young man and now you are a beautiful young woman. We have fulfilled all aspects of our contract." "You fooled me. You made me agree to all this while I was hypnotised." "Even if that were true, Mr. Smith, which I don't admit, no-one will believe you. As I said before we have records of you asking for surgical treatments; we have your written requests and signed releases and voice recordings and CDs of you expressing pleasure at the results. Now consider, we can release you as you are or we can give you acceptance of your physical transformation, or, and I hate making threats, we could modify your personality to turn you into a sex-mad slutty whore or an air-headed bimbo with an IQ of about 70 with no memory of this place or worse. Imagine being a mindless fuck-toy to an Arab sheikh, or worse. Let me show you something." She turned on a large video screen on the wall. I saw the girl I had become naked and filthy in a cage on all fours with a huge dog straddling her from behind, its monster cock firmly embedded inside her. Her mouth was open and drool was hanging from it; her eyes were glazed and the expression on her face was one of mindless lust. Dr. Wilson turned it off. "It would be a great shame and a waste of our resources if that were to be your future, don't you think?" "I never did that," I gasped. "Oh, but you did. We were testing the limits of your conditioning, which we actually never found, and we were afraid we might not get you back if we pushed any further. We wiped that and other episodes from your memory to preserve your sanity. I strongly urge you to think about your options. We really would like you to be happy with your experiences here. Let's talk about it again tomorrow." Despite my state of shock at what had happened to me her threats made me think about my situation. In my room I took a good look at myself. I was indeed a beautiful woman. As a man I would give myself an erection. Certainly nobody would believe that I was once a man. I felt my groin and there was no sign of manhood there. In fact I started to get aroused while I was checking myself out. I stroked my nipples and became even more aroused. Reason told me that I could not continue to pretend to be a man, whatever my emotions said, and my best option was to accept my changes and live with them, however galling that might be. The other proposals didn't bear thinking about. By daybreak I had made up my mind that I would accept my fate as a woman. The only thing still worrying me was that my decision was influenced by hypnotic suggestion. When I went to Dr. Wilson's office the next morning I told her of my concern and she assured me that any decision I made was my own, with no effect from hypnotherapy. She just hoped I had made the correct decision. I had not been able to stop myself from dressing in a very feminine outfit, proof that my new sexual orientation was so firmly ingrained that it was useless to fight it. So I told her that I wanted to be mentally aligned with my physical condition. "I am so glad you made that decision. POCAHONTAS. You are Joanne and you will remember the whole of the program." Everything became clear to me. She was Mother once again and I understood why she had done what she had done. She proposed, and I agreed, that the Institute would initially set me up in an apartment in Manhattan. My training in seduction and sexual affairs was the most appropriate basis for a career to provide me with an ongoing financial income. In due course we implemented that plan and now I have a stylish flat which I love and which provides a satisfactory base for my business, which I like to think of as courtesan, since I give much more than just sex. My services include companionship, escort, conversation, hostessing, et al. You have probably guessed that my name is not Joanne Smith. You may have seen my picture in the fashion magazines or the society pages but I am certainly not going to tell you who I am. Sometimes I think about my former self John, who was so poorly prepared for life and consider how lucky I am. Every now and again the phone will ring and a voice will say, "POCAHONTAS. This is Mother. We have someone we want you to kill." I love my work. After all, it is what I was designed for. Joanne