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Arrival John came to he felt fuzzy, he remembered fragments from the night before, a white light, falling, just some terrible dream. His head felt like it was swelling like bad popcorn and cracking out of this skull. "Hay you,hay you", John heard a man's voice. This wasn't his bed he realised. "Huh?" "What's your name?" "John, John Evans" "My name is Richard Shuttleworth. Look we haven't got much time. I know it sounds strange but you've fallen through a rift in space time into a parallel dimension. Shit their coming, they are going to try to make you one of them, but you've got to resist OK?" "Yeh sure" John said more took keep Richard quite, he had a splitting head ache. "That's the spirit, keep up the resistance, we shall over come..." John heard a door suddenly open and turned his head. As the door opened the sounds of a hospital briefly came in. The door frame was blocked for a second by huge man in a doctors white coat. He must have been seven foot and shoulders like an ox. He must work out like crazy John thought. Behind him walked in much smaller woman woman dressed a bit like a nurse she was quite tall but then John noticed the click click click of her five inch stiletto heeled shoes. John was struggling to pull everything into focus. "Hello, I'm Doctor Gainman" the huge man began he, had a smooth baritone voice it had an air of habitual authority about it. "I am afraid you have fallen through a hole in space time between different parallel worlds. You are now in a parallel Earth to your own. Firstly don't worry we get a lot of visitors from other dimensions this hospital was specially built to help visitors like your self settle in. The bad news is that there is no going back, the likely hood of a rift opening to just the right one of the spectrum of billions of worlds is so small it's never going to happen. Better just to settle down and start a new here." "What are you going to do, do, do to me" John said. He felt like he was surrounded by cotton wool that was somehow slowly draining from him. The nurse pressed a button and the bed started to move into a sitting up position. John realised he couldn't move. He was held motionless under the rubber she, it was like being a vacuum packed piece of meat. Richard started shouting at the doctor. "I'll never be one of you, I'll never be one of you. I'll die first" he ranted on. "Oh Nurse it's that patient in bed five again. He's always disrupting the ward, this really is the end. Get him moved to one of the single rooms will you?" "Yes Doctor" the nurse said curtsying and making a note on her pad. "I'm sorry he worried you. Its quite simple, you see women from your dimension are fine but we have found that men don't fit in. You see midgets like you can't pass your self off as men from this dimension, your not aggressive, confident or dominant enough. I'm afraid no woman would find you appealing". John was confused he was no midget was five foot seven. The doctor continued "After a number of years we found the best thing to do is to remodel you as a woman. I know it sounds harsh but I promise you, this is the only way you can lead a full and contented life in this dimension. We will do everything necessary to help you make this difficult transition easy. If it's any help this therapy is 100% successful and a very high satisfaction rate at the end." John started to look very agitated "More sedation nurse" the Doctor called while the nurse pressed a button "don't worry your little head about anything we will soon sort you out, you just see". John fell back into the well of cotton wool. He saw what he presumed to be Richard strapped to a bed being wheeled out of the ward. Richard arching up from his straps shouting "Never give in, never surrender, that's the sprit, we will over come" in his distinctively English accent. John noticed that Richard's eyes were quite widely separated and slightly skew eyed, making him look like he was slightly mad. The transfiguration begins Later two nurses came up and began to start on his bed. The first nurse looked slightly older and certainly behaved as if she was in charge. They both wore a uniform a light blue of a hobble dress which came up to their waist and hung gratefully over their round hips. Above there was a very tight fitting white shirt which clung tightly over their frankly enormous breasts. As they walked along in what must have been five inch black patent stiletto pumps their respective breasts bobbed along in syncopation with their movements. Each breast was cupped by what looked to be a white full length corset laced tightly up the back. Both nurses wore deep heavy eye shadow of slightly differing shades of blue and purple, their white faces gave way to bright red lips of the most vivid colour. The first nurse had long dyed black hair which had been pulled up and sculpted behind a token nurses hat. The second one had a similar hair style but this time it was her orange red hair that stuck out. Each nurse wore long latex gloves up passed their elbows with large complex controls on their right wrists. With a hiss the pressure was released and the nurses took the top bed sheets off leaving him naked. While the first nurse started to rub some cream on to his body which stung, the second nurse pulled a cap on to his head. John knew he wanted to resist but didn't have the energy at that moment to do anything about it. After a some agonising minutes she then scrubbed the cream off and with it came most of his chest hair. The first nurse continued removing all John's body hair leaving the second nurse to rub something similar on his face. It was during this that John finally phased out. John wakes up When John woke up again he was lying on his back in bed. Everything about him hurt. His hips hurt, his head hurt, his nose hurt, his face hurt, his chest hurt, even his hair hurt. He was sitting upright, arms held out and his legs held slightly up and widely out by stirrups to which his ankles and legs were firmly strapped. John's head was in some kind of hood, and his head was also firmly held in place by a tall neck corset or collar. Using just his eyes to move John looked down to his chest. He felt like he had been kicked by a mule or possibly a small herd of mules. Turning his eyes down he noticed that his body was covered from head to toe in tight black shiny latex catsuit. His chest was now occupied with two generous breasts pushing up like to round mole hills. Still determined to escape he looked to figure out his current situation. His feet seemed to be padlocked into some rounded blocks. The blocks would be impossible to walk in and they kept his feet aiming down like a ballerina on point. When the door was open he saw other beds, and saw more women lying many of them. They too were encased in latex and had hoods on and appeared to be held down like he was. John strained to see more out of the eye holes in the mask but couldn't make out much except that tubes and wires came out of the hoods and reached up to a complex set of machines above them. Tubes and drips fed all kinds of liquids, hormones and drugs into their bodies, then more tubes remove waste products. John too was being fed air down a pipe making him dependant on the machine to breathe. "This one's finally awake" said the second nurse, she had an Irish sounding accent. "So she is. Better get her ready" said the other. John found him self behind held up, while the support of the bed was removed. One pair of hands held him up while another wrapped something around his stomach. John noticed that his beer belly had gone leaving a smooth stomach in its place. He felt something being wrapped around his waist. It was stiff, the first nurse then started to work down his back, then John realised it was a latex corset. The nurses chatted while the corset was laced up. One of the nurses started from the bottom and worked up and then started from the top and worked to the middle. The corset was an over the bust kind which held some of the flesh on John's new chest up. The nurses discussed which waist size to aim for then plumped to twenty nine agreeing to reduce this over time. "Now have you used one of these powered corsets before" asked the first nurse. The second one which appeared to be new said no. "Press this button until it gets to the right number". The second nurse pressed the button then John felt the corset closing in. He used his stomach mussels to hold out but then found that air was being sucked out of his body through the mask. Surprised, John couldn't keep the air in his lungs and then felt the corset move in. Air was let back in but then the process was repeated. Like a cobra the squeezing would stop, waiting for when John naturally exhaled then it jump in when he did. Eventually when John felt like he was going to be crushed and be suffocated it stopped. John was left with a tiny space in his upper lungs to breath and while he did so his breasts heaved up and down. John's legs were opened and then the nurses opened the crouch zip. John's dick flopped out. "God that's small" the second nurse said in surprise. "Yes, how would you like it if your boyfriend or master pulled that out. Now you know why they do this procedure. OK the patient has had all body hair removed, you need to make sure you do a good job round the stub here, it makes your life so much simpler later on. Hand me the flesh glue please" The first nurse held John's penis in her black latex gloved hand and watched it uncontrollably get stiffer. "Good, this ones going to be easy to do. No more mess on the bed now" the first nurse announced. "I don't understand why don't they go the whole hog and do it all in one operation?" the second nurse asked. "Watch and learn. Be careful not to get any of that glue on your skin. It won't come off for month" The first nurse rubbed some cream on the top of John's tip then put this cap with a tube on the top and held it for a minuet. After a while she tested the cap and found it firmly attached. Next she pulled out a large belt with electronics attached and fed the tube into to it. She fed his partly erect dick into some kind of cylinder and then loaded the cylinder into a belt. The belt was tightly wrapped around his waist under his legs. After checking it was tight enough she finished everything off by locking it at the back and plugging it in. John had tried to resist but the corset and straps kept him firmly down. With all the tubes coming down he felt like some impotent puppet. The bed was raised and John felt the support against his back again. "What do you think he makes of this?" The second nurse said. "Don't let the doctor hear you talking like that. He will have you over his knee in no time" "Use what?" "Don't use that h word around her it creates barriers to her transition. Any way you should be thankful, fifty years ago this had to be done by hand. They would chemically induce complete amnesia too, these days we just press the buttons and..." Month one: the trapped in the soul machine The clear eye pieces John was looking out from went black and John found him self looking at a three dimensional image of text. He closed his eyes but when he did an ear splitting sound like a mix between a fire alarm and a staving baby crying went on until he opened them again. The sound of the nurses continued outside came in but they seemed muffled. After a second a three dimensional animation appeared on the screen. John was now looking in a stylish modern apartment. The three dimensional view was amazing it was as if John was actually immersed in the world. In the appointment was beautiful woman dressed neck to toe in latex. The woman wore a simple black catsuit, with long gloves over her hands. Her face was slightly round and somehow slightly androgynous, it was porcelain white in complexion and her small mouth was covered deeply in a strong vermilion lipstick. This made her look slightly like a china doll. Her eyes were the exception plastered with a thick jungle of vibrant colours making her blue eyes standout. She had cute short blonde hair like Charlize Theron did in the film of the Astronaut's wife. The door bell rang and she walked quickly but nervously on her four inch black stiletto pumps to the door. The image John had looked at was very three dimensional and highly detailed, you could see the light reflect from the woman's hip. While the catsuit woman answered the door John looked round the detailed apartment, the design the style was completely alien to him yet curiously elegant. A woman refereed to as mistress came in and started talking. She sat down and while she did she removed her shoe and latex sock and then after asking permission the catsuit girl began to suck on mistresses toe. John was highly suspicious of this and tried his best not to get too interested. He tried to keep his mind off the scene, and tried to think of puppies, fish, anything, but it was hard when he couldn't close his eyes. "a dose of viagra to get her started" the senior nurse announced outside. John felt a prick in his neck, As it did so the machine his penis was attached to sucked the air out of a tube then started to stroke him off. While it did so John felt a rubber tit being forced into his mouth from the mask. This moved in time with the woman sucking on the toe in the movie. The movie was more like some complex interactive game it kept going while the rubber tit pushed at his teeth harder and harder. While it did John would feel parts of his thigh or his nipples being rubbed and vibrated as the on screen character bushed against something or played with her self. John struggled as much as he could but the pressure was high and trying to co-ordinate that and not getting a hard at the same time was next to impossible. Eventually the powerful machine pushed through and started to vibrate against John's tongue. The music shifted and the woman on the video got more excited. Inevitably the stroking got the better of him and John came squirting his seed down the tube stuck to the end of his gland. The woman in the video came as well synchronised to John's climax. The video sequence continued with the mistress praising the girl and the movie continued. The tit was removed from his mouth and John relaxed. Some kind of drink and then soup slid down a tube into his mouth. The program changed to a pattern of swirling lights like being locked in side some three dimensional copy of the iTunes screen saver. It played warm relaxing but highly repetitive ambient music. Suddenly the animation became a stream of images and words flashing by at incredible speed. The words flashed up faster than he could read them. While the words and images flashed before his eyes sounds words that showed on to his like a snow storm of locution. Tired from the struggle and feeling defeated John fell asleep. John must have slept for a while,then woke a little later and the whole process began again. This time the woman in the video began had stroking her master's dick. When John became stiff again the sensation of cold ice water froze his parts until this gonads retreated. It was only when the girl was taken by the man the warmth and the mechanical stimulation return until he came. The three dimensional video changed, the plots became more interesting but the outcome was repetitively inevitable. Month three: more than skin deep The lights came on as the vision of the outside world came in. John woke up, he had no idea if it was day or night, or what day of the week it was, months were fuzzy to. In the hood he had lost all sense of time. John's waking moments had merged into his dreams. The nurses were back moving his position to avoid bed sores. While they did warm water ran through the catsuit cleaning him while another used at attachment to his hood to clean his teeth. It appeared that part of their job was to polish John's latex skin which they meticulously did. As they worked they chatted they talked over girl's names. "Elizabeth?" "No, Hemili ?" "No something simple Susan" "Yes Susan that's OK". They were interrupted by Doctor Gainman and another doctor who came round inspecting their work. John watched through the mask as the nurse let the doctor spank her when he found a slightly dull patch on John's nipple. Later after his corset was tightened, the mask's vision went down and John found him self watching a new series of videos. The days continued and John had got board resisting, it just delayed the inevitable. It was hard to say how long it was but then the nature of the videos changed. The plots became more like movies, you met the characters got to know them. If John could have been more dispassionate he might have admired the complex and highly advanced vision of the outside world. The plots shifted and finally John found the central perky woman character giving oral sex to the mean male lead. This time instead of the toe sized rubber tit being forced into his mouth a dildo was being pushed down instead. Expecting the toe tit John was surprised and found his lips wrapped round a much larger intrusion. The thrusting continued and while he resisted he found that the music, sounds and words which nearly always accompanied the climax scene too much. Without meaning to he came and found the woman on screen having a monumental Brobdingnagian climax at the same time. While he sat in shock he felt dildo deliver a dump of cum into his mouth. The mechanical cum tasted like the finest ice cream, the sweetest milkshake and the most superb gourmet dessert from the most expensive restaurant he had ever tasted. John licked his lips it was the first pleasant thing he had tasted in this hell. Month Five: Caught by the love of body jewellery It was hard to know how long he was trapped in the machine for. The hood training oral dildo kept coming and he ended up abandoning his attempts to resist coming as futile. The pain in his face, his scalp chest and hands slowly die away so he presumed he was also heeling. One morning when John was woken up he found the nurses unplugging the mask. John was slightly disappointed as he was largely looking forward to the next part of the episode the had watched the night before. This interactive porn that he experience wasn't like a game or a film. He had loved movies but there had never been the emotional connection these films had generated. Certainly this wasn't like any pornography he had seen back home, he had never cried while watching pornography before or indeed while watching any movie back home. John wondered why he was feeling so soft, the most trivial of plot devices would work, he even watched the romantic comedies and the chick flicks leaving him heaving with unbound emotion. John felt his hands move behind his back and being cuffed there. With slight disappointment the belt was removed and his manhood was strapped out of the way between his legs. A collar was put around his neck and the leash dangled down from the ceiling. Finally the mask was removed leaving his face free from pressure for the first time. "Good morning, how are you? I am nurse Mary this is Nurse Celia we are going to call you Susan" John looked around saying nothing he still wanted an opportunity to escape somehow. "Few little jobs first" said Nurse Celia. "Feeling a little taciturn no problem most patients are like that, well you had your chance" nurse Mary said pulling a gag over his mouth. Nurse Celia She produced something looking like a gun in her left hand and pointed it at John's head. John's head was still in a neck corset attached to the chair so it was impossible to avoid the shot. There was a loud ping in John's ear as a stud was pushed through. Nurse Celia went to the other side and pointed for a long time trying to get the next shot just right. The ping went again and another stud emerged. "Looking at them, I think you have lovely ears" Celia added while she reloaded the gun. "Which next left or right?" she asked. "Hmm do both, symmetry is in at the moment" John wondered what Celia was going for next when she unzipped he device attached to his left nipple. While she removed it John could see the small glass tube that had been sucking on his nipple for the last month. His nipple had lengthened out of all proportion but still looked like a small stork to the huge pink apple that was his breast. John had experienced enough first person hood movies in which the central heroin had large C or D shaped breasts, he had even felt the weight on his chest as he had moved but seeing them in the flesh was still disturbing. John felt the weight of his breast as Celia cupped it in her hand. "Wow they feel so real don't they?" Celia said. It was feeling the touch of her highly polished latex glove on his skin that seemed unworldly. If John had had any doubts about if it was his flesh, the pain of the third shot banished it. Celia let go leaving a bar through John's extended nipple. John moaned into his gag but only felt a little faint. The corset normally squeezed out the sense of hunger but now he was just left feeling weak. "Who want's real feeling breasts?" said nurse Mary raising a violet made up eye brow. "You don't want people thinking you came from a family that could not afford a decent pair of tits." "Oh maybe you right" said nurse Celia setting up on the second breast. "god this reminds me when I got mine done for my birthday. I thought my boy friend was going to buy me my first nipple chain. But instead he got me a pair of nipple clamps" "You always say that" nurse Mary told her. John was left with a slight tear in his eye and slight queasiness while Celia put the gun away. Celia zipped up John's other nipple leaving a distinctive lump showing under his latex suit. When she got back John felt better. A plain mask was pulled over his head and John returned to breathing through a thin rubber tube and looking out through blinkered glasses. Nurse Mary put a flat metal pad over each of John's nipples attached them to the rings and put them neatly away closing the zip up. Free to walk the earth once more, in high heels "Its time you got on your feet and tried walking around" said Nurse Celia from the floor. She was working the padlock around John's ankle. The smooth glob of metal that had trapped his foot finally fell into two leaving John's foot free. John considered making a dash for it but thought it would be best to bide his time to see the kind of prison he was in. The first nurse, Mary produced a large patent leather stiletto boot from the draw beside John's bed. She gave it to nurse Celia who pulled it on his foot and then did the lacing up tightly up. John looked at his foot, the heel must have been at least three and half inches, there was no way he could run in these things. Walking might be a problem too. Celia zipped the boot to just below his knee, put a padlock on the top of the boot making sure he couldn't take these off even if his hands 'were not in solid slabs behind his back. "These are nice boots, I like the way they are very tight around the ankle, I must get some like these, but with a larger heel" While his second foot was transferred John noticed he couldn't make his foot reach back to being flat it just kept pointing down. "Have you heard of security shoes?" nurse Mary asked. John shook his head. Mary took a boot out with a four inch heel and opened it up so he could see inside. "It's controlled by this remote. If I press this then this happens" nurse Mary held a button down and then a long thin sharp knife emerged from the heel up into what if he wore the boot would be his sole. "Its fail safe it also happens if you leave the ward or damage the remote. Now stand up" John stood as best he could. This was hard, he felt hungry and weak. He was balancing on high heels for the first time, but it didn't feel as difficult as he had expected. "Over to the pad near the mirror" Nurse Celia said sorting out the chain attached to a network of runners in the ceiling. John did move as fast as he could his body weight was all over the place. Suddenly there was what felt like a red hot tip poked at his nipples. "Come on we haven't got all day" the nurse Mary said with her hand over her wrist controller. Nurse Celia held John's hand to help him balance. The a male nurse came a long and effortlessly picked him up. Felt the man's huge hands on his body. It suddenly struck him that man could easily snap John in two like a pencil if the mood took him. John stopped struggling and was put down in front of a digital mirror. Looking at the mirror John was confused to see the reflection in the mirror wasn't his. Firstly the body in the mirror was clearly a woman's, the breasts he had expected but the round hips and curve to the leg or the narrow waist was not. His stomach was for the first time flat pinned down by the corset which also dramatised the curve of his hips. John stood with his legs open without a hint of his parts tucked neatly behind. "Shit" he thought "he was thin now, I must be a size 10 now." "Turn round" Mary ordered. John moved around the mirror as ordered. His profile was quite stunning revealing a highly cute button ass. John could see his hands held in solid metal blocks. He wondered about getting free but the chain attached to the collar around his neck would not let him move too far. "Doctor Gainman does such great work, he started in aesthetic surgery you know?" nurse Celia said in admiration, while nurse Mary produced a riding crop. For the next hour the nurses taught John to stand up in his new body. The mirror was some kind of special digital screen that projected a stick figure of him self against it. It would also show him which part of the body to move to stand rigth. If John didn't move quickly enough nurse Mary would use the riding crop on his new ass to remind him. His ass was new but the pain was old and familiar enough. After standing they tried to get him to walk. That was almost impossible and after nearly tripping and falling nurse Mary announced the time was up and he would go back to his bed. The return to bed and new discoveries It was a relief to be back in bed, lying on the latex sheets, putting the ballet point bed boots back on. He thought it strange when he was rolled on to his front with a big cushion under his stomach lifting his ass up. The nurses made sure he was firmly tied down and finally put the hood back on, this time with a kiss for how well he had done. John returned to being encased in his virtual world. The first film plot was long but not particularly complex, it centred around the central character Susan loving two men. In a very dramatic plot twist she started to go down on her trainer Brian who she adored. As expected the usual dildo emerged into John's mouth, the music swelled while the vibrators started on his nipples and the electro-stimulation started on his thighs, John found himself getting the usual machine treatment stroking him off,. The scene moved toward the usual climax when suddenly Susan's new owner comes into find them both and then he started to take her from behind. While this happened John found a vibrator being applied to his own back hole, this continued again up to the climax music when John came. The machine detected this and the vibrator squirted a warm liquid in his backside. John sat through the calming visuals trying to make out what the tiny voices were saying to him. Soon enough the hypnotic repetitive music stopped more lubricant applied to his sensitive dick and ass and a new movie started, the rear vibrations began again and soon the machine's stroking got him to come once more. Outside nurse Mary and nurse Celia watched as John's tremors subsided and John relaxed. "I said she would come first time" nurse Mary said as she disconnected the tube that was oozing the last of John's seamen in to a large jar next to the bed. She picked the jar up and inspected it for a moment in a business like way and then added a second milky fluid to top it up. "Yeh you were right, I was wrong" Celia confessed. "Don't worry, with experience you learn to spot the easy ones" nurse Mary added as she took the jar feeding into the hood of the next patient off, then attached the feeding tube top to of the one she was holding and then hooked it up so gravity would do the job of feeding the next patient. The weeks continued, the machine continued to fuck John's behind harder and harder. Each day, John was woken unplugged and was taken to practice walking on the pad. While he was busy the nurses would exchange one sized head for the next. Gradually the dildos used moved from beginner up to intermediate then to life sized. Pretty soon John found the nurses pushing in a butt plug in when he was sleeping or wasn't on the machine to make sure he didn't shrink back. It just took a couple of weeks before John was not only striding around quite confidently on the high heels, but he could also walk in a provocatively feminine manor, shoulders back, following a line one foot almost in front of the other to add a certain sway to the hips, breasts bobbing with just enough movement to attract the eye but not to much to look forced or comical. Stairs had took a little longer, but following instructions from the mirror, soon John was going up and down the practice steps like had always walked in stilettos. They even trained him to curtsy when a man walked into the room the way the nurses did. One morning John was woken up after a particularly hard hood session. He had been at the end of a complex sexual arrangement when the sex had started suddenly. The high point had come without much of a build up and with no stroking from the machine leaving John coming without an erection. John had realised that the actors were saying some kind of power word to the actress each time she had come and it was making him come now as well. Month six: John's cosmetic encounters Time passed, John lost more weight, his arms became thin like sticks, his shoulders really boney. The nurses could even just use their own body strength to hold him down while they had pushed a large tablet down his mouth. Later the pressure of the corset meant that John could feel the tablet stuck in his gut. The movies he watched started tackling odd subjects, the female avatar would show depression, or worry by having very little make up on, then find a new lipstick as a way of picking her self up. The masters would punish females by withholding make up from them. John already knew women in this dimension never showed their plain face to them selves let alone others. A new program began to precede the movies. In this he was simply shown a number of faces flat on directly. There were men's faces, women's faces, there were a lot of his favourite female avatar from the movies. When the pictures stopped showing a woman wearing no makeup John would either smell shit or start to feel violently ill in his stomach. The pictures would carry on and John would recover. Men wearing no make up didn't effect him but women and most particular the avatar made him feel incredibly sick. This short unpleasant series kept running for what seemed like weeks on end. One spring morning nurses unplugged him and had locked a new pair of high heels around John's feet. He had graduated up to four inch stilettos. Still less than the fives the nurses had as standard work issue but a pleasant improvement non the less. Before they put the second plain hood on Nurse Mary asked a question. "'So what's your name" The first nurse asked with John's gag off for the first time in months. It was an odd moment, it was the only the second time John had a chance to speak since he had been trapped in the hood. "Susan, no John' John had said slightly confusingly, "what's happened to my voice?" John said. It had broken in reverse, it was a much higher pitch. "That's perfectly normal, I like your voice" said Nurse Celia. The nurses fitted a new device that could crush his balls by remote control and were being less than resistant testing it. Over the next few days the nurses played a game with him, they would call him Susan, but some times call out John behind his back. If he responded to John they would mercilessly squeeze his testis. John/Susan was genuinely confused for some stupid reason he couldn't explain they both felt right. Even saying "John" in his new high pitched female voice sounded strange. One morning, a few weeks later, John was sitting on his bed in a new catsuit. His old one wasn't getting too loose and leaving a number of awful winkles in the wrong places. The new one together with the new corset was a snugger fitted but the current fashion was to have an inbuilt condoms front and rear and an integral hood. The hood was a mild inconvenience, but the inbuilt condom meant having this red latex sleeve stuck up his ass all day. With his new catsuit John was also supposed to wear a tight fitting skirt. John was sitting in a chair beside his bed feeling distinctly aware of the little protrusion inside him. His room now had a fully length mirror which meant that John kept spotting this very sexy looking hooded woman in the mirror then having to realise that rubber goddess was him. At first John had tried waving to make sure it was him, but even now he was only just getting used to it. John was flicking through a tablet computer trying to choose some suitable hood movies for later. It appeared from the tablet that pornography was the principle cultural output of this dimension. The people here had so much sexual activity that avoiding any sex scenes in book or film in this world was like avoiding speech was his own. It was odd reading this dimensions Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice complete with politely orally servicing Darcy while doing it badly so show that she hated him. There was a noise of the security door, John looked up to notice the chained female latex creature in the mirror looking up too. Celia walked in, slightly out of breath, she had said she was having a meeting with one of the other doctors and might be late. "Cherubs, Celia what have you been doing?" John said shielding his eyes from the sight of her. "What's wrong?" Celia asked quizzically. "Ceriubus , Celia that image is going to be branded into my imagination now." John said looking down and starting to feel a little stick. "What is it?" "Look at your self in the mirror" John added turning away and feeling a little dizzy. "Crap" Celia said turning round and noticing that she didn't have any lipstick on. Mortified she started rummaging in her handbag for something to cover her self up with. "Its that bloody Doctor St Yveeves, he insists that my expensive Hadles lipstick gives his dick a rash, so I like an idiot said I'll wipe it off. Shit and I caught the lift up, the entire hospital will know by now" Celia ranted as nurse Mary came in. "Oh I think I'm going to hurl" John said bending over the bed feeling really bad. Mary turned up, undid John's corset and told him to take deep breaths holding a basin under his hooded mouth. John released a cup full of salty breakfast into the cardboard bowl. Celia ran off in tears while John lay down and Mary rubbed his back sounding sympathetic. Tough as nails It took a day to recover and the day after that John woke up late. "Come on Susan, we have something new for you" said nurse Mary slapping John on the thigh. John pulled off he machine hood band got up elegantly, he had been trained that he must stand up from the outset with grace and delicacy and did it today rather well. John noticed Doctor Gainman was hovering nearby and he became worried in case he was caught walking badly. Ignoring the pad and mirror, John was taken out of his room to a booth where he sat down in a chair. A box closed around his 27 inch waist leaving only his corset encased body emerging above it. In front of John was a large plain mirror like the make up mirrors he had seen used in his hood shows. Nurse Mary turned the lights on letting John see the reflection of this highly polished hood with dark tinted sunglasses for eyes, a breathing tube and a perfect pair of C to D breasts. Mary unlocked the case around John/Susan's left hand and taking his long glove off. John looked down at this bare hand, it was lighter, softer, smaller and narrower now. Had they done that too? His fingers looked the same length but thinner somehow, the nails had grown. "Susan put your hand in that hole" nurse Mary said. "No I won't my name is John" John protested. Looking in the mirror and the voice that made the statement look slightly ridiculous but John felt it was time to make a stand. "This is not time for a temper tantrum. I said put your hand in now" said nurse Mary. "Susan its ok it won't hurt you. Its something you have to get used to" added nurse Celia John felt his balls being crushed, his nipples were being pressed and the hint of a point on the soles of his feet. He stood up to it for a moment. Nurse Celia then grabbed his wrist and easily over powered him, after a struggle she put his hand into the slot. He felt his hand gabbed by rollers and pulled in then the machine stopped keeping his hand in something like the jaws of a vice. John/Susan pulled and pulled but something around his wrist stopped his hand from slipping out. His fingers were trapped held ridged while something chewed at his fingernails. "Susan this is supposed to be a pleasant relaxing experience, don't spoil it" said Celia. Ten minutes later his hand was released and he looked to see if his fingers had been cut off. Instead he found he had long bright red nails polished and a good inch longer than they had been. John/Susan tapped them on the table they seemed permanently fixed in place. "These don't come off do they?" said John. "Not if you don't want to permanently loose your fingernail root no. Oh and don't try biting them you'll only loose a tooth. Now the other one" nurse Mary ordered. John reluctantly placed his right hand into the other hole in the table. When his hand was grabbed by the table nurse Mary seemed satisfied. "Ok Susan are you ready" "Ready for what?' John/Susan asked still unnerved by his uncanny female voice. Nurse Mary undid his mask pulling it off theatrically leaving John/Susan's face open but his head and ears still under the hood. John was stunned by the face he saw in the mirror. It wasn't his own, he recognised it as belonging to the girl in the serial of hood shows. His face looked to be about twenty one, perfect skin. John was quite shocked, his jaw line was perfectly feminine, in fact the proportions of this face were just perfect. John could have easily passed for a real beauty, a model or an actress back home. His new face looked really young, round and sympathetic. Facing the future John/Susan started to feel ill. "Oh I think I'm going to feel sick. I need some make up on quick" John/Susan said realising. "Susan" said the mirror. John/Susan turned round to look. "Susan lets begin with some foundation" a voice from the mirror started ", take the sponge from the pot and rub it over all your face making sure not to leave any spots" "Yes Yes" said John desperately, "lets be quick" Looking back from the mirror as if sitting beside him was the girl from the hood show. She looked very real, but she was also without makeup and she looked straight at John/Susan. She was demonstrated what John/Susan had to do with a sponge on her own face. John/Susan had seen this ritual countless times on the hood shows and with a trembling hand began to copy the avatar. The mirror walked John step by step through each stage, an elaborate cleansing to remove all the deep dirt on John's face. Then careful application of layers of foundation and concealer leaving John/Susan with a perfect white Goth complexion. With each movement he/she fought off the feeling that he/she would wretch up his/her breakfast. John/Susan continued on, the more makeup he/she put on the more calm he/she felt. Finally she looked at her self in the mirror. Johns' eyes now had the familiar thick blue black shadow gradient makeup of the heroin in the hood shows. His had plucked his eyebrows and they now felt slightly tingly and looked thinner and slightly more well kept. He turned his head, his face was still flawlessly white but his lips now were covered in thick scarlet lipstick covered with a layer of smooth gloss so deep it made her lips look like they were made of glass. In the end John/Susan felt a mixture of emotions. He/She felt much more relaxed that he/she was now properly made up. He/She felt uncomfortable that he/she didn't feel like this was a defeat, but felt more uncomfortable with how positive he/she felt about it. John/Susan didn't feel it was right that he/she should feel so natural and at home with this. He/She felt like a traitor to himself yet was loving every moment of it. How could something so bad feel, so good, it didn't make sense. Both Mary and Celia looked very pleased. "That is amazing Susan" Celia said proudly. "But how did you change my face?" John/Susan said. "Don't you have ostioplacity in your dimension?" nurse Celia "No, remember she comes from a very primitive world" said nurse Mary. "They apply a chemical to make the bones and cartilage soft then apply a face eraelium like a mould. Over a period of a few months they can reshape your face into anything you want" "God I remember when they removed my eraelium it was like such a big moment when I was a teenager. I was so please with the results I went round the house ripping up every old photo of me I could find" "Enough of that, we have a little surprise for you" Mary said. "As a little thank you for being such a good patient and not mentioning Celia's little accident to you know who" Nurse Celia undid the zip at the back of Susan/John's hood and pulled the hood off letting Susan/John's hair fall down around her face. "The last month we upped the follicle growth stimulation a bit so your hair would be ready in time." said nurse. "Then last night we slipped some phentol into your soup. Then we got the house hairdresser to see what she could do, what do you think" John was shocked it was his hair dyed platinum blonde like the girl in the hood show. After a little rearranging with a brush and some hair spray Susan/John had the same perfect almost mechanical hair that she had. Susan/John was feeling very strange, in the mirror she/he looked perfect totally gorgeous. He wanted to kiss him self. The girl in the mirror looked like she belonged in this dimension and needed to be taken to bed immediately. Susan/John could feel his dick leaking slightly at the site of her/him self. "Honestly?" asked Susan/John he had never had anything less than a number three crew cut before. "Yes, Honestly" "Its fantastic, the colour is just perfect, the shape really lifts my face a bit, it makes me look like a million dollars" she/he confessed. Susan/John was released and got up to find her/him self being hugged then kissed by the nurses. Susan/John felt slightly more emotional about that than the new look. It was left her/him with a warm feeling nurses weren't treating her/him more like a friend than a patient. Susan/John was even relieved when the discomfort in her/his wrapped back penis that she/he normally had when anticipating intimacy didn't manifest. It seemed late when Susan/John stopped looking at her/him self in the ward mirrors. It was dark but she/he could here the odd groan and muffled moan as the hood machines down the corridor brought some of the other people in the ward came to climax. That night Susan/John was rewarded by her favourite hood show which ended in an alternative ending with the hero taking the heroin from behind. Susan/John felt so good about everything for some reason she didn't even try to resist the machine but this time rocked her round hips in unison. John departs and Susan arrives After that in the morning, following a shower, the trips to the booth continued. The mirror went step by step getting Susan/John made up starting from scratch again but each time it continued further becoming more demanding. With practice, as Susan/John got used to the long nails she found she/he could match up with the image in the mirror more accurately each time. Soon she could get made up without a single mistake skipping quickly to the next instruction. Susan/John decided that she/he had one of those faces that looked terrible with out make up and so given the inevitability of the situation that she/he might a well treat her/his self to enjoying it. Added to this Susan/John found it interesting to have something new and diverting to do which was quite cheering. Even that alone thought Susan/John would have made it all right. Initially Susan/John made numerous mistakes. As a reward Susan found her self being permitted to sit down and chat to the nurses and even being able to watch her favourite hood shows without being strapped down during the day. Her shows were getting more complex and interesting and this was making up for the erection tube slowly rotating round day by day. Eventually Susan found her penis being forced vertically down when hard. For some reason the erection tube seemed determined to have the penis pointing backwards when solid. The pain of this training was unpleasant but the hood shows were still being a strong enough draw to over come this new down side. Added to that Susan found that playing with her nipples and stroking her thighs was quickly becoming a quick route to pleasure for her self. One morning the heroin in one hood show was giving a blow job to her boss and Susan felt her the usual dildo come down to her lips. Instead of vibrating it did nothing and the show just went into a loop repeating the same fragment over and over again like a stuck record.It was early morning amd Susan was still tied down and couldn't move to show that the computer had crashed. Looking at the screen it was clear that the heroin was giving the dick a good licking and so tentatively she/he pushed her tongue out to touch the head and suddenly the movie kicked back in the life with the heroin taking a huge splash of cum in her mouth and face. Susan also had a huge spurt of the machine cum which she knew would be her breakfast. While this happened she felt her self coming again but as was beginning to happen without having an erection first. Now relaxed Susan lay there feeling very happy and cosy mumbling along with the hypnotic interval track. "I'm every woman. I am only happy being a woman." she sang absentmindedly with the hint of cum on her glossy scarlet lips. Month Eight: the booth, once again with feeling Later Susan came to when she felt her hands being released and her bottom being slapped. "Come one get up lazybones" said nurse Mary just arrived for the day shift. Lifting her hood off after breakfast Susan undid the training belt. She folded her shrinking balls up into her self and flaccid dick under her self as she had been taught and pulled on the special pad that kept them tucked away. She stroked her reassuringly smooth crotch and zipped her catsuit up. Susan was please her eggs could hide up inside her self all day with out pain. Susan got up and kissed Mary politely on the cheek as women from that dimension did. Then took her hormone tablets and pulled the short latex skirt she wore over her catsuit on. "Oh Special surprise for you Susan" nurse Mary said looking at the check list for the day. "Where?" asked Susan "in the booth" Susan would have gone to the booth anyway but strode over like a cat with more spring in her step than normal. Was it new shoes? She was very comfortable in her high heels and hadn't tripped over in months. The booth looked normal and after the usual make up ritual Susan found her self with this calm lime green make up on. It didn't look that good against the black of the catsuit but the booth was teaching her how to do a wide range of looks. After the morning makeup session, and after fixing her own hair, the booth had returned to playing a game that had started while her finger nails were being done. Susan was presented with a number of items and asked to picked the one she liked. There were normally a number of choices, the masculine one brought about a ball crushing, the most feminine and well designed one brought a lovely vibration against her breasts followed by extra time to watch pornography of Susan's choice in the hood. The choices covered a huge number of every day things; shoes, furniture, books, magazines, sex toys, types of drinks, recreational drugs, ways of speaking, paintings, wall hangings, houses, endless choices of make up ( the secret was not to go over the top), behaviour, whips, music, clothing even colours. It had been hard to second guess the machine but over time enough elements were repeated that Susan could remember many or learn guess the rest. Today Susan had got the maximum score. "Congratulations" the mirror announced "your score for that was high enough to win your reward please pick from one of the following". As a reward the mirror had produced a large choice of rings and earrings and given Susan a free choice never having seen any before. Susan had pick a few wondering if she had got it right. A small door opened in the frame of the mirror revealing four small boxes. Susan opened them up to see three contained the exact jewellery she had chosen and the fourth a tiny bottle of perfume called 'Obedience'. 'Thank you, these are lovely" Susan said loudly to the mirror. Susan put a ring over her the gloved index finger, the colour of the silver set the black of the glove off nicely. Susan took her stud out and put one of the thin dangling earrings in. It was fiddly with her long nails and thin latex gloves but she was getting so used to them. The second erring was a little simpler and left her ears feeling like there was a wonderful tiny tinkling feeling on the when her head moved. Susan saw the other second rings and started looking in the draws for the piercing gun. Nurse Mary came into the booth and offered to help out. Susan tilted her head over Mary placing the gun on her ear where the mirror instructed. Susan sat there docilely as Mary put in enough holes to carry the new pieces. There was a loud twang in Susan's ears as she felt something being jabbed through them like having three bees sting you all on one go. Susan let out a loud 'ow". Then sat calmly as Mary threaded the new pieces through. Finally with a nod, Mary turned the gun on Susan's nose and fired another stud through. "Lets have a look then" Susan turned her head and looking in the mirror saw a pair of earrings firmly in her lobes. There was a second ring higher up which had a chain running down to the bottom. Her other ear had a small orange bar running through. "That looks fabulous" said Mary. Nurses weren't allowed jewellery on the job and Susan always admired the small hole in Celia's nose. "Its very nice but the colour is all wrong" Susan complained. The lime green and orange didn't match the black of the cat suit. "Well, it matches the make up and wait until you see what is waiting for you on your bed" A change of clothes leads to a date Ear and nose still hurting Susan went to her bed to find an orange dress lying on it. "Is that for me?" Susan asked slightly surprised. "Won't fit anyone else" Nurse Mary undid the special lock at the nape of Susan's catsuit, while Susan undid her tight skirt. Susan pushed the hooks of her corset together and as the corset fell away felt the full weight of her breasts against her chest. Mary undid the catsuit pulling the zip down to Susan's ass. Susan feeling more comfortable with people seeing her breasts than catching sight of her balls turned round to face the door. Susan looked down on her hairless flesh and noticed a tube dangling between her legs. "Oh my tube is showing again" she said reaching down. Bending over Susan grabbed the tube than ran from her catheter and gland cap. She then pulled it back to stick near the front of her crotch. She really needed to have the tube pointing forward otherwise using the toilet as she was now permitted to do was much harder than it had to. Water works fixed Mary handed Susan some dressing spay lubricant to run over her legs. Susan pulled up the latex stockings up her legs stopping near the top thigh. The stockings had a tight section near the top to stop them from slipping down. They made a crackling sound has they rolled up tightly over her leg. Once smoothly on, and with seams dead straight Susan took some polish and began to give her self some shine. With legs like she had just stepped out of a tub of fresh orange pain, Susan started to step into the orange halter neck dress. She pulled it over her hips feeling slightly swallowed by it. The dress had short stubby arms and the skirt stopped tightly below knees. Celia helped with a little polishing and that was all that needed to be done. Susan smiled as she felt the movement of cloth over her flesh. All that was left was her arms these were to be covered by a pair of long opera length gloves. These rolled up smoothly leaving the small white gap between top of her selves and the beginning of her gloves. Susan could' help but wonder if she should use some foundation on the gap next time. The hobble dressed hugged her hips wonderfully pulling her knees in. It felt like coming home to be in a proper dress. The new dress fitted Susan perfectly she had been loosing weight and it was great to having something that fitted her new shape. Nurse Mary came over and handed a pair of five inch pumps in a matching patent orange. Susan looked astounded very pleased and immediately put them on. Standing up Susan looked into the pad mirror. Walking in hobble skirt was tricky, her knees were pushed together and she could only take small steps but her high heels was hardly noticeable. This new bondage felt wonderful, she thought. it forcing her to move more slowly and gracefully. "I love what this skirt does for my hips wow. But the shoes though, I love they make you stand, they make me feel more you know confident, the extra height is lovely I don't feel like so much of a dwarf." "They also get you to stand showing your self off to best advantage" came baritone voice came from behind her. Susan turned round then froze a like a deer in the headlights of a car. "Doctor Gainman, what an unexpected delight to see you here" said Susan suddenly confidently followed by a small habitual curtsy. Doctor Gainman tended to do his rounds in the morning and preferred all the patients to be firmly in their training hoods when he did. Susan hadn't seen Gainman in the flesh for a long time. Gainman was more impressive than she remembered, he was very tall possibly seven foot meaning that even in her new shoes Susan still had to look up to see him. His chest was firm and broad like shield. Gainman's powerful physique was etched in every muscle that was clearly on display through his latex body suit. Gaiman's thick arms were hidden by the white doctors lab coat, leaving only his firm broad hands in view. Susan noticed that beneath his white doctors lab coat the latex was very tight around his huge crotch and large member, but she was more fascinated by his hands. "Its err" "Susan" said Susan quickly "Susan Evans" "Ha yes that's it ,your..." said Gainman exuding considerable boyish charm. "Sagittarius" jumped in Susan standing back a bit "are you pleased with your work Doctor?" Susan said holding her arms up and turning to give Gainman a clear view of her body. "Very please, the voice came out wonderfully and the ostioplacity did a fantastic job. How are you feeling otherwise?" "Just fine" "Any pain, irritations, regrets?" "Only yesterday when I stupidly tried to walk without any shoes to support my feet" Susan Admitted. She deliberately stopped her self looking at the Doctor's crotch and tried to stare at his eyes. "Yes walking in flat feet its really bad news for a woman's well developed arches. If you belonged to me I would have to punish you for that" "Really" said Susan "don't I belong to you? Sorry that sounded less lame in my head". "That sounded fine to me and I don't own you... yet. By the way those new shoes, they don't have limiters on. It means you can walk around most of the public parts of the hospital. A tattoo would stand out quite well there" said Gainman looking at the small sliver of flesh at the top of her arm. He turned away walked a step and then paused. "By the way, when was the last time you eat solid food?" "Solid food Doctor Gainman? Not for months" Susan had learnt from the hood movies that nice girls tended not to eat solid food on their own. It was easier to eat tiny amounts regularly with a corset, so most women consumed soup from convenient bulb sucking on a straw so as not to disturb their lipstick. The liquid diet and tight corset Susan hadn't produced a solid stool in months, nothing her regular enema didn't clear out first. Solid food for unattached women was reserved for eating in formal company of the men. "Well then perhaps we should try some, purely for the sake of smoothing your transition." said Doctor Gainman. "Why is that a date Doctor Gainman?" Susan said with a slight smile on her face, trying not to look like her heart was beating. "I have a free slot in three weeks, Tuesday evening" said Gainman walking out. "Well in the interests of smoothing the transition I'll be there. You know where you can find me" Susan said as the Doctor left. Susan felt her heart beating fast as he went. Nurse Mary clearly very pleased with Susan's performance went over and whispered into Susan's ear. "Well done but I think you have leaked a bit" Susan looked down to see a tiny dribble of semen running down her orange stocking. "Dam" A long walk in high heels The next day with her heart almost in her throat, Susan went off on her first walk around the hospital. Quite quickly she calmed down as no one pointed at her and started screaming. It was quite wonderful to begin to see the kinds of people who slipped there like she had done from all over the universe. Susan watched the men from this dimension, not one was under seven foot and build like an ox. It was just as well she though she didn't have to try to make it as a man here. The warm sunshine of their approving glances they gave as they checker her out was enough recompense for what had been lost. Susan felt very feminine today possibly because everyone was treating her as a woman and she was responding by being that woman. The twentieth floor she discovered by mistake was devoted to a dimension called Parlell. People there were like vampires and many made natural dominants once their teeth were replaced and their blood lust "deprogrammed" from them. On the twenty first floor Susan then found the arcade, the hospital had a floor full of small shops which let Susan engage in some much needed retail therapy. While her eyes had been occupied by a wonderful orange overbust corset she felt her self bump into someone. Susan looked up to see another woman wearing a shiny silver and pewter hobble skirt. Matching heels, and long gloves not to mention a couple of stainless steel manacles which meant she was under negotiation with some dominant before taking the permeant collar. "I'm so sorry, I'm very clumsy" Susan apologised. Susan's arm was stung she had managed to bumped just next to the sensitive patch of the new barcode looking tattoo on her upper arm. "New heels?" the woman said sympathetically. Susan looked at the woman she had just knocked into. The woman's rich black eyes were slightly askew in a familiar way. "Yes, your right, new shoes, but I'm going to keep practising" "That's the sprit, keep up the work, we shall over come right? Don't worry so, just tell your self you shall be the perfect you" she said with a patient smile in her soft English accent. "Excuse me you look familiar do I know you? What's your name?" Susan said. The woman looked over her own large breasts at Susan and smiled "I'm sure we've not met. I'm sure I would remember such a beautiful face. I'm Rachel, Rachel Shuttleworth. Sorry I can't stop to chat I have a therapy session I'm leading soon, nice Lipstick by the way is it Hadles? See you later" Susan nodded as the woman strode confidently away like a cat who had the cream. Susan finally gets her waterworks fixed A week later back on the ward and in the hood Susan found her self having to lick and play with the end of the dildo more and more often to unstick the movie. The good news was that she was really getting to enjoy that part, more importantly was moving free of stiffness before her orgasm. She found the hood was training her to have an orgasm without any prior stiffness or gushing. By mastering the trick she found her self pleased that she could now watch a number of shows back to back without the long hypnotic recovery interludes. For some reason she also felt it was somehow more appropriate more natural. A broad smile filled Susan's cherry lips when nurse Mary and nurse Celia turned up with some steel surgical instruments on a sterilised tray and a promise to sort out permeant struggle to with her 'crotch flesh' as they so delicately put it. Susan found her self on her front on the bed, face against the soft latex sheets and rear exposed and cleaned. Susan looked nervously wishing the door was shut, it was unlikely that anyone would pass by but Susan felt uncomfortable with her extra crotch flesh being exposed for the world to see. Susan held still while she felt nurse Mary pierce her penis skin and balls with couple of rings. Stopping to make sure the catheter, and remote supervision ring around her nuts were firmly in place, Mary held Susan's ass while another ring was inserted just below Susan's rear hole. On command pushed Susan's balls up inside her self. Once the ring was firmly threaded Susan felt the dull sensation of an elastic cord being attached to the ring and then the rings in the crotch flesh. Tightening the elastic up pulled the flesh permanently out of the way. A final ring near the front was attached with the business end of the catheter tube fixed, giving Susan a normal peeing position. Susan got up and pulled a tight skirt over her legs and waved around a bit. "That's better" said Susan "I know this engineering shouldn't be any better than the glue but its certainly makings me feel so much more confident" "Be careful you don't get to excited" nurse Celia warned. "Don't worry" Susan said with a big smile "If all else fails I have my word". She was referring to the word she had been conditioned with by the hood. Saying it would stop any stiffening in her extra crotch flesh quicker than being discovered playing her self by her mother, while having a bucked of cold water poured on her. Susan was confident that she wouldn't need to use the words she was quite capable of having a full orgasm with out her clit being more then lipid. Nurse Mary lay down the ground rules. "If needs to come off for some reason then see one of us, you can't undo this on your own." "OK" "And from now your going to have to sleep with this on OK?" nurse Mary told her. "I was just going to ask if I could do that" said Susan. "And the front part of the belt has to go" "No big loss" Susan said shrugging her shoulders "I really much prefer getting