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Chapter 2
The Second Day
Carla waited outside in the drizzling rain, waving at Paul as he was
ushered into the Mountain Spa. It was his second day of his treatment
and though he had shown some hesitancy in going again, the resistance
wasn't as bad as she had imagined. In fact it had only take a light rub
on one of his oversensitive nipples to remind him of the pleasure he had
received the day before. In fact, after that little brush he had been
more than happy to get in the car. Maybe he did enjoy himself, she
thought with a smile. From within Paul waved one more time before
disappearing behind the solid brown doors.
Carla sighed in relief and re-entered the spa herself. Approaching the
front desk, she gestured to the receptionist.
"May I help you," the young lady asked.
"Yes, I'm here to...observe..." Carla said.
The young lady turned toward a pad on the desk in front of her. "And
what is your name?"
"Carla... Carla Smith..."
"Of course, Carla. Right this way." Behind the receptionist desk sat a
large wooden door through which Carla was ushed through. A long hallway
followed the door and at the hallway, another door to her right. With a
polite gesture, Carla walked in and sat down.
The room itself looked like a hospital room. On one wall, a large, black
mirror reflected back her image, her unwashed, campy hair, and all.
Above the mirror sat a television screen, also dark at the moment.
Around the rest of the room, cabinents like those she had seen in
hospital rooms clung to the walls as well as a poster that read: "Take
care of your health...and the health of your partner." It had a lovely
picture of a couple in their fourties, enjoying some quality time
together.
Carla wondered over to take a closer look just as the doctor walked in.
"Good morning, Carla. Glad to see you this morning!"
"Good morning, Dr. Cain."
"How are you feeling today," Dr. Cain said, sitting down in the chair
next to her.
"I'm fine..." Carla said, scratching her crotch at the question.
"Have you begun your...transition..." Dr. Cain asked, scribbling on the
pad before him.
"I believe so... It's so...uncomfortable!"
"Yes it is," he said matter-of-factly. "And it will be throughout the
day and night. There is a way to advance the process, but that would
require the cooperation of your...partner..."
"How's our Paul doing today anyhow?" she asked, a note of fear in her
voice.
"Fine, Carla. Just fine. Would you like to see him now?"
"Sure... How?" Carla said hesitantly. Dr. Cain reached over and flipped
a switch. At once the black mirror before her lit up with a live view of
Paul. He was laying, naked stretched out on a table. A black blindfold
covered his face as he lay, peacefully on his back. Beside him an
attendant was preparing to give him the treatment for the day.
"Is he... right there?"
"Yes he is. In all our rooms an invisible one-way mirror has been
installed, to allow us to view what is happening there without
interrupting anything. Oh good," Dr. Cain said. "You'll get to see the
treatment from the beginning."
"What exactly is happening...to him...?"
The doctor smiled. "Curious what the process is all about, eh? Well, as
you know, yesterday we began by expanding out his nipples and awakening
his nervous system to them. We planted within him mammary glands, pulled
up his testicles, and bioregressed them into a pair of functioning
ovaries. Today we expand his breasts and give him a functional vagina.
Certain tubes are rearranged and his penis is shrunken down and re-
sensitized to become, tomorrow, a fully-functional clitoris."
"What's that blindfold on him?" Carla asked.
"That... that is a new treatment we have begun. Using the latest
technology, we have placed Paul in a highly suggestive hypnotic sleep.
Look up here on the television screen." The screen turned on and a
picture of a beautiful beach filled the screen. There was, at present,
not a single soul on the beach save one, laying peacefully on a towel.
Carla smiled when she recognized the one as Paul, his shirt off, basking
lazily under the sun.
"That's what he's seeing now," Paul said. "And under this we are giving
him small suggestions, helpful hints, and hypnotic cues that will help
him adapt to his situation after he is released."
Through the mirror, Carla watched the attendant dip her hand in a bowl of
goo and begin working Paul's pectoral muscles. As her hands kneaded his
flesh, Carla watched as his skin softened. The hair that had once
covered his chest, now dissolved into him. His flesh grew pale, new. A
visable circle now surrounded both of his engorged nipples as slowly the
flesh began to rise in her hands. Like dough that has been pounded with
yeast, the more she squeezed them, the more they rose. From a flat
plain, Carla watched as two small hills began to emerge.
Dr. Cain smiled. "Look up here, Carla." Carla looked up at the screen
above her. The scene had changed. While still on the beach, Carla
noticed that Paul was now staring upward toward the sun. A shade covered
his eyes as he stared, smiling into the sky. A young man had appeared
beside Paul on the screen. He was applying suntan lotion to his body,
beginning now with his chest. Only, strangely, as Carla watched, the
same transformation was occurring there too. As his hands moved over
Paul's chest, Carla watched it soften as well. Two twin domes appeared
on it topped by outrageously large nipples. The domes grew larger and
larger until they were, quite obviously, breasts.
Carla looked in the mirror and then back at the screen. "His breasts
aren't that large," she said, pointing at the difference.
"Of course they aren't, but that's how we determine what their ideal size
should be. For each person the ideal is different and it has been only
through such suggestive hypnosis that the perfect size has been
attained."
As the attendant moved down Paul's body, Carla's eyes remained on Paul's
new breasts. They were, she would say, no more than an A cup, small and
perky at this moment with more nipple than breast. Noticeable to say the
least but definitely small. Carla looked up at the image of Paul still
enjoying his rubdown above her. Those breasts exceeded a C cup at beast,
large and full with nipples even larger than he now possessed. Carla
smiled to think that that was the ideal that Paul was heading toward.
Dr. Cain rose from his seat. "As she repositions herself," she said.
"Let's take a look at your transition."
Carla glanced back once at the large mirror before dropping her own
pants. Dr. Cain, his hand covered in a latex glove, moved closer.
"I see you have...degenerated..." he said, pushing up at what had once
been her vagina.
Carla winced as his cold hands touched her in intimate places. "And your
clitoris has...enlarged... Pull up your pants and raise your shirt."
Carla did so, pulling up to reveal two smallish breasts.
"Smaller...good...and more compact. It would seem that you are well on
your way to transitioning. Now...if you have no more questions?"
"Could I stay here and...watch?"
Dr. Cain rose. "Of course you can," he said. "Just check out at the
desk when you are through."
"Thank you Dr. Cain. For...everything..."
"Not a problem..."
As Dr. Cain left, Carla turned back toward the window. They had begun
working on Paul's mid-section, slathering on the purple goo that would
help his body transform. As the goo touched his oversize, still erect
penis, Paul moaned. As the goo moved down his penis, Carla watched as
the erection grew smaller and smaller in minute ways. A little less
length here. A little thinner there. There was so much penis to
dissolve, Carla knew it couldn't do it all today. But it had started.
On the screen above her, Carla watched the young man lean over to
passionately kiss Paul. He seemed to enjoy it, more than she would have
imagined he would. The young man's hands had begun flicking Paul's
nipples causing him to wiggle in arousal even as his tongue now darted in
and out of his mouth.
And now, as the attendants hand dove under to bring forth Paul's new
vagina, Carla watched the screen as the young man reached down to Paul's
crotch to place his own fingers within the feminizing Paul. With every
movement that pulled more of his vaginal lips forth, the same movement
was mirrored on the viewscreen as the young man pushed and pulled his own
fingers within Paul.
Paul moaned, both on screen and in real life, as the process began to
push him into an orgasm. Carla herself felt aroused, though not like she
had felt in almost two years now. The pressure within her pants, the
throbbing need to rub and be rubbed, the call of fluids ready to be
expelled. All were foreign to her. But all were felt as she watched
Paul achieve his own orgasm and scream, both on screen and off.
The process had ended before she herself felt relief, but as the
attendant now exited the room, leaving Paul to recover, Carla saw what
she had once possessed. A fully-functional, vaginal cavity, complete
with wet lips and small tiny breasts. The essentials for the beginning
of a life as a woman. As for the rest of him, that was for tomorrow.
For the third day was when hair and the rest would fall into place. The
second day's treatment was complete.
As she left the room to wait for Paul to recover, Carla glanced up at the
screen above her. The picture showed Paul, his arms around the young man
who had pleasured him, basking out in the sunshine. Carla couldn't help
but wish that Paul had imagined her in that scene instead of anonymous
man laying there.
* * * * * * *
Carla waited out in the car until Paul was through...two and a half hours
later to be precise. In that time she had had time to think about her
transition, about her life, and about what she was getting her friend
into. Though her thoughts were filled with regret, she realized there
was nothing to do about it now. Not now that the second day had been
completed. Not now that she had begun her own transition back. Not now.
In the midst of her thoughts, Paul entered the car, slamming the door
behind him. He let out a sigh of exhaustion. "I can't believe this
weather," he said, pointing at the downpour. "Good thing we put that
canopy over our tent or we'd be sleeping out in it too!"
Carla stared at her friend a moment. The spa had given him new clothes
to wear. On his top he wore a white blouse, its neckline diving deep
into his new cleavage. The white material was sheer too and beneath it
Carla could plainly see his new breasts and nipples, standing full at
attention. With the rain soaking his shirt, Paul's top looked like that
of a young girl right after her first wet t-shirt contest. His pants
were thinner, shapelier, able to mold out the bottom portion of his body
in such detail that Carla had a hard time not staring. Carla absently
rubbed herself, feeling again the tightness in her pants and noticing too
that the twin bulges in her shirt had at once gone down.
Carla winced. "Aren't you cold in that," she said, putting the car in
gear and heading back to their campsite.
"Not really," Paul said absent mindedly, "though my nipples are strangely
sore."
Carla had a hard time keeping herself from watching Paul as he rubbed his
nipples to get them to go down.
"What did you do today," she said to Paul to get the conversation moving.
"Not much really," he said to himself, his legs folding over themselves
in a very feminine way. "Though I must have dozed during my treatment
today cause I had some dream!"
"Really... what was that..."
"It's funny really," Paul said staring out the window. "You were in
it..."
"I was?" Carla asked.
"Yeah you were. You and I were on a beach together. I was laying down
on the sand getting a tan when you came up beside me. You rubbed your
hands together, put some suntan lotion on me, and made love right there
on the beach to me. It was absolutely amazing!"
"I... was?" Carla asked again surprised.
"Yeah, only the weird part of it was that you were the guy and I was the
girl. It was like we had reversed roles or something and I was the one
receiving all the attention."
Carla didn't look over at Paul once while he continued explaining his
dream, though she wondered to herself how she never recognized the young
man on the screen was her!
* * * * * * *
That night as Paul lay collapsed in sleep, he heard a strange noise
coming beside him. He turned over to see Carla writhing in quiet agony,
her face contorted, her hand deep in her pants. Paul turned to her,
"What's wrong," he whispered.
"It's...nothing..." she panted.
"There's got to be something wrong. What is it? Is there anything I can
do to help?"
"No... I'm sure... go back to sleep..."
Paul rolled over to comply but couldn't get the noise of Carla out of his
head. Turning back to her, he said, concerned, "Come on. There's got to
be something I can do..."
Carla looked at Paul whose eyes held concern and compassion. "There
is...something..." she said breathlessly.
"What....what is it?"
Carla moved Paul's head down to her crotch. Pulling her pants down, she
revealed her clitoris, swollen and purple. Paul gasped. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing...that can't be...fixed..." Carla said in pain.
"What can I do?" Paul said, leaning over it.
"The only thing that will help..." Carla said. "Is to suck it..."
"What?"
"Take it in your mouth," Carla said. "And suckle it."
"And that'll help?"
"...yes..." Carla gasped.
"Okay..." Paul said, leaning over her so that his own crotch was near her
head. Placing his mouth over it, Paul began to lightly suck it, first
with his lips, and then with his mouth. Carla above him began to groan,
in a deep register unlike any he had ever heard from her before. Paul
raised his head up. "Are you okay?"
"Yes..." Carla said breathlessly. "Just...continue..."
Paul leaned over her crotch again, pulling the clitoris into his mouth.
He didn't notice even now that it had grown longer and harder. The tip
of it now brushed the middle of his tongue and he sucked it gently in,
deeper and deeper. As Paul gently suckled it, its length began to grow.
Longer and longer. A few moments later it brushed the back of his
throat. Then it began to expand, outward until his lips were in an O
ring around a massive rod. Paul opened his eyes and paused to stake
stock of his situation, but before he could move to object, from below
him, he felt the tip of a tongue lightly circling his thigh. He moaned
as the moist tongue began its dive in and out of his most intimate
regions.
Paul's mouth surrounded the shaft once more, his eyes closing. As her
tongue darted in and out and around his most sensitive areas, he too
pistoned his mouth up and down the long, hard rod. He circled the head
with his tongue, surrounded the base with his lips, in an act of passion.
He could feel it quiver and shake within his mouth, a bit of liquid
releasing into him while the tongue below him dove deep into his moist
crevice. Paul moaned, a light, high muffled sound considering what was
between his lips at the moment. In and out Carla's tongue moved within
his moist snatch, teasing his enlarged clitoris before diving deeper
within him. Paul felt his orgasm beginning just as the rod within his
mouth tensed up. Suddenly, simultaneously, his hot vagina clamped down
on her tongue in a massive orgasm just as the rod within his own mouth
shot its first wad of cum. Paul screatched and then choked, not
expecting such a load to come from such a small place. Still, with a
couple of swallows, he was able to continue his oral movements to bring
the long rod back down to a reasonable height.
Paul rolled back, exhausted from the pleasure he had just experienced.
As darkness closed in around him, Paul realized that even the way he
referred to himself would have to change after tonight.
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