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"The Five Year Fetish"
Part II
The next morning I awoke to find that I was still alone. I made a few
calls but was apparently being given the silent treatment, I couldn't
contact anyone! I milled about the house most of the day, making sure to
put my suitcase and a few other boxes and packages of my "hobby" clothes
and things into the trash out back. I knew I most likely couldn't stop
my little 'hobby' but if Debbie could see that I had gotten rid of
everything I might get back on her good side. I didn't leave the house
the rest of the day. That evening I made a supper for one and just as I
was finishing up I heard a car pull up in front of the house!
I ran to the living room hoping to see Debbie coming up the walk but
instead saw the familiar large black Cadillac just pulling to a stop and
those two "business associates" that worked for Vince getting out of the
car! They came up the walk as I went to the door to make sure it was
locked. But it didn't matter. I heard the door frame shatter after the
large man kicked the door open bouncing it against my head. He grabbed
me by the collar before I could fall and smiled "Well, well sweetheart,
just who we were looking for." He gave me a shot to the ribs and then
another. "C'mon!" he said as he roughly yanked me out the door. I put
up a struggle but after a few short jabs to my eye and nose things
quickly went black!
That brings us back to where we are now, the back of that wrecked Lincoln
sitting poised in a salvage yard's car crusher! Just as I was about to
complain to be untied I heard the large metal gate at the entrance lurch
open. I then saw the headlights moving through the yard and soon saw the
luxury BMW pull up. Vince was behind the wheel and when he parked and
exited the car he wasn't smiling!
He looked to his men who were still waiting for orders. The large man
pointed to the back of the wrecked car in the crusher. "He's in there
boss," the man said.
"You two take a walk," Vince said gesturing for them to leave as he
passed them and approached me. With that the large man grabbed the
rickety folding chair and tossed it back onto one of the many scrap metal
piles where he had found it and with that the two men moved away to
their
car as Vince continued towards me.
I heard the door squeak as he yanked it open. He climbed in and grabbed
a handful of my hair at the back of my head and pulled me up so he could
have a look at me. "If you was anybody else, anybody else, you'd be dead
right now!" he said angrily. He then took a sharp knife and cut the old
seatbelts that had been used to hog tie me. I sat up and was working
the
circulation back into my wrists as Vince took a folded contract out of
his suit coat pocket. He then produced a pen and unfolded it. It was a
dissolution of marriage contract, divorce papers! "This shouldn't come
as a surprise. Sign here, and here." He pointed. "Then it's over." I
wasn't about to argue so I took the pen from his ham fisted hand and
quickly signed. He took the pen then folded the contract and put it back
in his suit then throttled my neck.
"I've thought about a lot of things the past day and a half," he said.
"I thought of killing you outright or maybe taking you into the village,
let the fags have a whack at you. But Debbie didn't want that. So I
came up with another idea she didn't seem to mind!" he said as I
sputtered and coughed. He then released his grip and reasserted it at
the top of my head grabbing a handful of hair.
"Five years you've been married to my little girl, five years. You've
ruined her family plans and her life and you've brought shame to our
'family.' Well now you owe me and I want those five years back!" he said
angrily as he steered my head around making sure I knew where I was.
"You're in a car crusher Allen, you know that right? I promised Debbie I
wouldn't kill you but if you were to disappear I think she could forget
about it in time. But we're sticking to the plan so here's what is going
to happen. You're going to agree to my little plan, and you're going to
spend the next five years paying me back. You're going to go all the way
with it and if you play by all the rules in five years you'll be free to
go. And by that I mean you move to another state. I don't see you
again, I don't even hear about you, understand?" he said tightening his
grip on my hair causing me to grimace as he shook my head again gaining
my undivided attention.
"It all starts tonight. I've been making plans and everything's in
order. But if you resist in any way or at any time you'll find yourself
right back in this fucking crusher and become part of a steel beam for a
new skyscraper, understand?" he said, waiting for an answer.
I was silent and could only nod in agreement, a trace of blood still
trickling from my lip. I didn't have a choice. With that he pulled me
out of the wrecked Lincoln and shoved me towards the BMW that was idling
nearby, the headlights casting light against the dull twisted metal of
the rusty scrap piles. Moments later we were on the freeway heading out
of the city. I began to wonder what Vince's plan was and who he had met
with earlier over the course of the last two days since Debbie had
stormed out of the house. I didn't have a clue but I knew Vince had been
busy. I knew I was in trouble.
The first stop made the day before had been to the downtown office of one
Dr. Nathan C. Milton, Surgeon and Gynecologist. Dr. Milton was one of
Vince's "customers" who although made a lot of money usually found
himself in debt due to his gambling. He usually confined his gambling to
one of Vince's private clubs and usually paid his bills, but as of late
found himself in dire financial straights due to several recent bad
passes at the track. The interest on the loans were getting out of hand.
Vince knew once he made an offer he'd have the doctor's attention as
well
as his full cooperation.
Sitting in front of the doctor's desk Vince waited while the man
formulated his answer. "If he's made the decision that's the hard part,
the rest is easy," the doctor said, then continued, "He's already had the
psychological profile work completed then?" the doctor asked.
"No, not exactly," Vince returned.
"Well, if he's going to begin sexual reassignment surgery there are
certain steps in the process, steps required by state law," the doctor
added.
"There's not going to be any sex reassigning or anything like that,"
Vince said waving his hand as he continued, "I told you, my son in law,
my soon to be ex-son in law is some kind of a dress wearing sissy fag or
something! My daughter came home early one morning and caught him all
dolled up like fucking Donna Reed or June Cleaver! Earrings, wig, dress
the high heels the works!"
"Well Vince, it sounds like your son in law is exhibiting what is known
as fetishistic cross-dressing behavior. If he keeps it quiet and doesn't
expose his wife to it in the future things should work themselves out.
I
admit it's a bit of a personality quirk but it's no big deal, not
really," the doctor said a bit relieved.
"It is a big deal to me doc!" Vince said with conviction and anger in his
voice. "If the sissy wants to dress like a woman I want you to turn him
into one, but just short of that. No surgery, ungh... down there. If
you know what I mean," Vince said mildly embarrassed twirling his index
finger in a rolling motion to make his point as best as a man with a high
school education can. "Maybe you can give him some shots or something,
give him woman's tits and a wide ass."
The doctor explained that doing this to someone who neither wanted or was
prepared for such a procedure would have trouble dealing with it and
might very well experience psychological trauma as a result! He also
shunned the idea from a legal standpoint.
"With my patients once they begin the program they must transition and
start to look and dress like women full time for at least a whole year
before the procedure and then afterwards assume a woman's place in
society," he explained. "Don't worry, he'll be wearing women's clothing
full time and assuming a woman's role for the next five years, but after
that I don't care if he wanders the streets!" Vince added as the doctor
continued.
"But in turning a man into some kind of 'she-male' it would be a bit like
slamming a car into reverse while roaring down the highway at 70 miles
an
hour!" the doctor said explaining the complexities of such a program to
the uneducated man sitting before him in the quiet office.
"Good!" Vince said. "It'll give him something to think about." Vince
didn't care he only thought of revenge as the satisfied smile crossed his
lips. If Allen suffered through some mental anguish it was just payback
for what he'd put his daughter and the family through. He mentioned
wanting his five years back and said he was going to get them one way or
another. He also reminded the doctor of his mounting gambling debts!
"You work with him for five years, just like he was going through your
program and I'll forgive the four hundred large you owe me and, I'll
throw in another 100 grand cash starting tonight," Vince said, then
continued by assuring that Allen was going to be talked to soon and that
there wouldn't be a problem. The doctor knew full well of Vince's
methods for making people compliant.
"So doc, what happens when we start this?" Vince continued wanting to
know more. He sat back took a cigar from his suit coat, lit it then
waited with singular interest at what was about to happen to his soon to
be former son in law. "What happens when you start turning my sissy son
in law into a woman?"
The doctor had no choice really. "It might be a bit dicey to work with
someone for five years but the paperwork could be adjusted and he knew he
could manage with the assurance that Allen would be 'cooperative'."
With
that the doctor rose from his chair and began his short recitation.
"We normally run through an initial physical examination then start with
two injections, given bi-monthly and have the patient take a daily dose
of female hormones in pill form. We start with an injection of the
female hormone estrogen and add a testosterone blocker like progesterone
to effectively shut the testicles down. Once surgery has been completed
the blocker is no longer needed and we only need to continue with the
estrogen injections every two weeks and of course the daily maintenance
dosage of hormone pills."
"But since he ain't getting clipped, ungh, down there, what happens
then?" Vince asked with interest.
"Well, if we don't do the reassignment surgery we'd have to continue on
with the testosterone blocking agent. A few days after the initial
injections he will begin to experience a return to a type of puberty.
He'll have mood swings he'll feel an edginess and may even develop a mild
acne typical in some young girls. You mentioned he is in his mid to
late
twenties but flipping his hormonal system will essentially start him over
but as a woman this time. As the injection regimen and pills are
continued more noticeable changes will occur over time. After a month or
two his skin will soften and his body hair will lighten, soften and
become more sparse, but the hair on his head will become thicker and more
luxurious. The fat cells in his body will start to redistribute as well
taking the angular male edge off his features and making them more
rounded and feminine in appearance. After another month or so he'll
begin to notice the swelling on his chest, the soreness and the tingling
sensation that will signal that he is beginning to develop woman's
breasts. His waist line will begin to recede and his hips will begin to
widen and will continue on until he is fully developed as long as he
stays on the hormones. If his system tolerates the program he should be
healthy and appear very feminine within two years. . But I must warn
you, with the continuance of progesterone his male genitalia will begin
to shrink, his testicles without use or hormones to stimulate them will
begin to atrophy and shrink as well," the doctor finished. "But in
dressing and in living the lifestyle and how he handles that is another
story."
"I'll take care of that doc," Vince said as he scribbled a note on the
back of a small business card to one of his men's clubs then handed it to
the doctor. "You'll be getting a call either tonight or tomorrow night.
Here's the address. Your subject will be waiting for you. And ungh doc,
don't disappoint me," Vince said as he then handed the doctor the small
briefcase he had brought with him.
The doctor opened the case at his desk and smiled as he saw the several
neat stacks of 100 dollar bills. "Don't worry, you won't be
disappointed," the doctor assured Vince. And with that business was
concluded.
The second stop was at an exclusive dress and lingerie shop located in
one of the cities more affluent suburbs. Grace Worthington the owner of
"Lady Grace" met Vince at the door. She was a bit buxom but an
attractive woman in her early 40's who was impeccably feminine in
appearance and in dress. Vince noticed the shiny stiletto heels and the
fine nylon encased legs that gleamed in the light. He also noticed her
feminine shape under her tight wool skirt and how her bust jiggled under
the large flouncy bow at the front of her blue long sleeved satin blouse.
"Mr. Rigoletti. How nice to see you! My it's been a while hasn't it?"
she said as she greeted him. "A little something for your wife or
someone else maybe?" she said with a knowing smile.
"Is there a place we can talk?" Vince said noticing a few women browsing
the dress, lingerie and hosiery racks. "My office is this way," she said
leading the way.
Vince could smell her perfume and hear the slight tinkle of her jewelry
and hear the silken zip of her nyloned thighs rubbing under the satin
lining of her tight black skirt as she minced and wiggled along.
He had helped Grace several years earlier. He had persuaded a rival
clothing store that it might be time to move on. He also got her
relocated to the prime spot in the shopping center. For his silent
partnership and his monthly cut of 15% of all store revenues it was a
worthwhile deal although she was still making large monthly payments to
the bank to pay off the mortgage. Vince was about to make Grace another
deal. Grace closed the door to her office and approached Vince with an
inquisitive smile.
"I been working on something. I'll let you know when it's ready," Vince
said. "The day it starts you don't have to pay me points anymore. Five
years after to the day everything works out and I'll pay off the
remainder of your mortgage note leaving you clear and debt free!"
Grace didn't waste any time. After pouring two cups of coffee she took
her seat behind her desk and with a smile gave Vince her undivided
attention.
A few minutes later Grace was a bit perplexed about the plan. "Well, I
don't know, he'd have to appear unmistakably feminine. You said he was
small in stature and slightly built?" Grace asked further trying to
figure out if she could make Vince's plan work. You didn't turn down
"the boss" but financially she had a lot to gain as well. She kept her
thoughts positive as Vince rummaged through his coat pocket to produce a
picture of Allen and Debbie at one of Vince's past backyard get-
togethers. He handed the picture to Grace.
"Oh my! This man is your son in law?" Grace exclaimed.
"Soon to be my ex-son in law!" Vince bristled.
Grace studied the picture and as things became clear to her she smiled
then began to giggle slightly.
"What!" Vince asked.
"Well, it's just that I have seen this man in my store before. He's a
customer! I've waited on him on several occasions! He seems to like the
old fashioned lingerie, the sheer garter hose, the foundation garments
the garter belts, frilly nightgowns, the very feminine things. I often
thought how lucky his wife must be with him buying her such nice things.
But I never thought," she giggled. "I never imagined he was buying
women's lingerie and hosiery for himself!"
As Vince chafed Grace giggled yet again, at discovering the scope of the
revelation about Allen and in now knowing Vince's plan. Grace knowing
who she was talking to quickly cleared her throat and regained her
composure.
"You see what I mean then. So you'll do it?" Vince continued.
"I'll have to get his measurements, order some forms and hip pads while
we wait till he fills in and I'll have to put together a wardrobe but
there's the voice, the movement, the deportment, the makeup, hairstyle
and many other things he will have to learn to fit in if I was to even
consider it," Grace cautioned.
"Don't worry, he'll fit!" Vince finished.
"Well then if we can make it work, it might just be fun at that," Grace
said with a smile.
The car continued into the suburbs until finally Vince and Allen were
rolling through the winding tree lined drives of the exclusive
neighborhood. Finally after pulling into a driveway at the far end of
the secluded suburb and buzzing the house the large metal gate swung open
allowing Vince to drive to the large Victorian house near the center of
the large property. This location had been Vince's last stop just a few
hours earlier. He'd remembered the conversation with the lady of the
house, Ms. Tiffany Pennington.
"So what you want is some kind of 'forced feminization' session, is that
it?" Ms. Pennington asked.
"Well not exactly," Vince returned. "My daughter came home early from
work one day and caught her husband swishing around the house in a dress
and the whole bit! She was so upset she came to me in tears telling me
everything and saying the marriage was over. I've already had the
divorce papers written up but I've decided to do more than that, a lot
more," Vince stated.
"What did you have in mind darling," Ms. Pennington replied as Vince
continued. "I've got a doctor and I have a lady who's going to see to
his new wardrobe. All you have to do is turn this little sissy into a
lady." She looked at the picture of Allan that Vince had handed to her.
"You have all the class and know how to pull this off. You have a nice
spacious house that's secluded and in a quiet out of the way
neighborhood. You've dealt with all types of kinky men so I know you can
handle something like this. I know you have a little black book for
beautiful women all over the city. You're the classiest madame in town.
I've made deals for you over the years that have kept the law and the
officials off your back, and, I haven't charged you more than 10% on my
end," Vince finished.
"It would be possible I guess. He's slightly built and not too tall but
aside from the hormones which would take a couple years to finish off his
look it would take months to work with him, to turn him into a her," Ms.
Pennington lamented at the prospect of such a project. "Then there's
the
problem with his male voice and he'd most likely need some facial
feminization surgery. You know, work on the nose, the hairline, his
Adam's apple and then getting rid of all his body hair too depending on
how far you want to take this."
"We're taking it all the way but I'm leaving him a male below the waist.
As a reminder. My daughter told me he walks better in high heels than
some women she knows! If he's already that good at playing dress up how
much harder would it be to go all the way with him?" Vince said.
"I'm mostly retired these days myself. I call my girls at their
apartments and send them on their appointments these days. I'm mostly
just a coordinator now. I haven't handled a sissy for years and never
anything approaching the level you want, but yes, yes, I guess it could
be done. It'll will be expensive and it will take months! And what if
he puts up a fight?" she asked.
"He may like to play dress up but once he realizes he's on female
hormones and then forced to dress like a woman twenty four hours a day
seven days a week and have to begin acting like a woman too I'm sure he
won't like it, not in the least!"
"That's the point isn't it Tiffany?" Vince said. "I'll have a talk with
him, he'll cooperate. You just turn him into the most feminine lady you
can. And if he gives you any trouble, well I know you can think up a
suitable punishment to get him to keep playing along. And if it gets so
you can't handle him just mention me. He knows where he'll end up!"
Vince assured her then added, "I'll cover the costs, pay for your time,
forget your ten points and when you're done I'll add a hundred grand to
your tab."
Ms. Pennington thought the deal over. "Forced feminization for real.
Turning a cross dressing male into a she-male girl. It's going to be a
challenge but I've never failed yet! It might be fun!" she giggled.
"How soon do you want to start?"
"I'll bring him by tonight," Vince said.
"Well, I'd better get the spare bedroom ready!" Ms. Pennington finished
ending the conversation and cementing the deal.
And now it was indeed "tonight" as Vince pulled into the front turnout of
the large house and parked the car near the entrance as Andy looked
around without a clue. "Get out and follow me," Vince ordered.
Ms. Pennington greeted them at the door and ushered them inside.
"My my! He isn't too tall is he!" Ms. Pennington exclaimed as she looked
Allen over. "Nice hair fine features. Yes, this could be possible,
very
possible! He is a pretty little sissy isn't he!?" she said excitedly as
the doctor already in attendance looked on with Vince as two other women
entered the living room.
"Meet Randi and Brandi. They help me keep the place up," Ms. Pennington
said. The women were both larger than Allen was in both height and
weight. They were attractive but slightly muscular for women, apparently
just what Ms. Pennington thought she might need in the form of help.
"I think we can handle things from here Vince darling," she said with a
smile. "Come on dear, let's show you your new room!" she exclaimed
moving towards the upstairs but Allen didn't follow.
He'd heard her mention the word 'sissy' and became worried. "What,
what's going on here!?" he argued.
"You'll see, just do as you're told!" Vince added.
But Allen thought he could somehow bargain his way out of this
predicament but it was too late. He hesitated and pulled away as Ms.
Pennington took his hand to lead him upstairs to his new bedroom. "Now
now sweetie, it won't be that bad," she said. But what Allen failed to
notice was one of the muscular women behind him was already soaking a
cloth with chloroform!
"Come along dear, it'll be fun," Ms. Pennington said with a smile and
lilting feminine voice.
"But I don't want to stay here I'd rather...Mmmmffff!" Allen said
starting to complain, until his sentence was cut short. Ms. Pennington
waited with Vince and the doctor looking on as Brandi held the cloth over
Allen's face while Randi pinned an arm behind his shoulder and pulled
him
backwards holding him tight
He gasped and struggled wild eyed and "Mmmmmfffed" into the cloth and
coughed once and then again at the sickly sweet hospital smelling liquid
but after a few excited deep breaths he started to weaken and his eyes
began to glaze over. Once his eyes began to flutter they soon rolled
into his head and he went limp. The muscular women then lifted Allen and
carried him upstairs.
"You had to knock him out like that so soon?" Vince asked.
"Well, he hasn't been properly trained yet. It's easier this way. We
have to bathe and Nair him, pluck his eyebrows and pierce his ears and do
a complete manicure and pedicure yet tonight before we put him in bed.
I
wish his hair was longer but over time it will grow out and we'll have it
styled in a nice feminine style. I don't think he would like sitting
still for all that," she giggled. "And it will be so much easier in
getting him into panties and a pretty nightgown tonight this way too. I
don't think he'd like the pretty pink and lace trimmed girly bedroom I
have ready for him either! But don't worry Vince darling, we'll take
good care of 'her'!" she finished with a smile. Vince then thanked her
and moved to the door then let himself out. With that Ms. Pennington
moved upstairs, the doctor medical bag in hand following behind!
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