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This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual scenes and forced feminization. The story meant for adults only. Stop reading now if you're below 18. This story is a direct continuation of my earlier story, Project Phoenix. Readers who are unfamiliar with it may want to read it first to get a better grasp of what's going on. I also would like to thank the readers who left reviews of my earlier two stories. I really appreciate them. Project Phoenix Part 2 By Meg [email protected] Edited by Dano [Elisabeth Thorn's office, ten minutes after Kevin's departure.] "Why stockings?" asked Hannah sipping on a glass of Cheval Blanc. Elisabeth stretched her legs and looked down. Her knees and calves were sheathed in sheer tan nylon. She tapped her fingernail against her glass and turned her head towards Hannah. "And what are stockings to men?" she asked not expecting an answer. "We checked sexual responses of several thousand males to various articles of female clothing. Stockings ranked in the top three. They crave to see them on us. So why not give them a taste of their own medicine?" she smiled. "Besides, it's fun. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy watching Mr. Barnett's reactions to being hosed. I'll bet he had an erection most of the time." Hannah giggled. "Yes, actually all the time. He was so deliciously embarrassed by it... now that I think about it, I wish it lasted a day or two more. I could have some more fun with him." "Then you were simply out of luck. We produce the transformation gadgets in many versions; the transformation can last from 12 hours to 6 months. Had you arrived at the facility a day later or earlier, you might have ended up with a different version." "6 months? That's... a lot." Hannah was genuinely surprised. "It seems hardly practical. How would they shower, for example?" "In stockings, of course." Elisabeth smiled widely. "But won't it damage the stockings? Diminish their ability to transform?" "Honey, stepping on a landmine wouldn't leave a scratch on them." Elisabeth sipped her wine. "There's no need to worry about it." Hannah thought about Elisabeth's words for a while. "OK, I like the idea of using feminine things for the job. But wouldn't simpler things, like a pill or an injection, be more practical?" "We have those too. However those feminine things are very important. They help our volunteers," she winked at Hannah, "focus on their new destiny. It saves us some time. You'll be surprised with how many marvelous little things our scientists have come up with so far. I'll give you access to our systems. You'll be able to access all our records, see what we're working on. You'll also be granted entry to all our facilities; those already functioning and those being built. And you're welcome to contribute." Hannah sat for several seconds in silence. "Is he going to be fine?" she asked with worried expression. "It depends on what you mean by fine. I'm going to keep the promise I gave him. However, he will not be harmed in any way. And let me assure you, he'll enjoy everything we'll put him through. He may never admit it, even to himself, but he'll enjoy it. Even the spankings if he misbehaves," she grinned. An image of Kevin's sexy body lying prostrate over a man's lap with his skirt hiked up popped into Hannah's mind. She couldn't help smiling. However, the smile quickly disappeared. "When you're done with him... will he still remember who he was... you know..." "Hannah, we're not going to wipe his memory, if that's what you mean. We've never done it to anybody, and I intend to keep it this way. He'll remember who he was, how it was like to be a man. He'll remember you. Besides, with access to our network, you'll be able keep an eye on his progress in real-time." "Is it possible to reverse the changes?" "For the time being, yes. But unless a miracle happens, he'll be stuck as a woman eventually." "I don't understand," Hannah looked at Elizabeth quizzically. "I don't know what it'll be for him. Check his file in a few days, Hannah. You'll find the details in there." Hannah shook her head still oblivious to what Elisabeth meant, but decided to leave it alone for now. There was one other thing she needed to bring up. "Elisabeth, when we met the last time, you promised to do something for me. Something only you could deliver." Elisabeth Thorn got up and walked up to her desk. She spent several minutes working on her terminal. "You're in luck, Hannah. We can do it right away. But you might consider waiting until Miss Barnett is ready for this. I believe you'll find convincing him to make the contribution very entertaining," she smiled smugly. Hannah hesitated for a short moment and returned the smile. "My god, Elisabeth, you're ingenious! I'll wait." Chapter 1 - Day 1 Kevin sat with his head pulled back, staring at a green round button mounted above his seat. He was sure it was used to release the locks holding him in the seat. The button was so close, yet so far away. Whoever put it in such a place must've had a very cruel sense of humor. If he could reach with his hand, he'd be able to free himself. However his wrists were securely held inside the lined snug metal bands attached to the belt holding him in the seat. All he was able to do was stare at the button helplessly. He swallowed and moved his head further back, making more room in his throat for the advancing penis. The thick tresses of his golden hair tickled his ears and neck delicately. As he expected, the evil thing slowly extended itself another half an inch into his throat. It had been growing for the past several hours, encouraged by his attempts to swallow. Half an hour ago the penis became too long for his mouth to accommodate it and Kevin had been forced to let it into his throat. He expected to choke or vomit, but nothing like that happened. His gullet simply expanded to contain the intruder. His initial reaction to this intrusion was surprise. He could feel the texture of the penis head and the groove between it and the rest of the cock as if he had touched it with the tip of his finger. He also realized he had no gag reflex. He decided not to explore the reasons behind these two particular changes to his body, hoping they weren't purposeful. Instead he occupied his mind with the green button. At the lower edge of his field of vision Kevin registered regular bright flashes. They were caused by the light of lamps evenly spaced on the tunnel walls, reflecting off the short chains hanging on the double seat in front of him. The cone shaped locks dangled in hypnotizing unison, looking eager to trap some unlucky guy. The seat in front was a copy of the one Kevin was restrained in; he was occupying the place by the window, the one on his right was empty. If he counted correctly, there were 32 seats in the compartment, and 64 in the carriage. 'Whatever Thorn and her gang of lunatics are planning is huge,' he thought, 'I just hope I'll get the chance to expose it.' Kevin had to swallow again. The penis responded to the involuntary caresses his mouth provided by forcing his head even farther back. It penetrated at least two inches into his throat now. A part of his mind was constantly wrapped around the thing, exploring. Through his upper teeth he could feel a vein pulsing with clock-like regularity below the skin of the shaft. A thick swelling running along the bottom of the rod pressed down on his tongue. His throat was wrapped around the head and the upper inch of the shaft, relaying details of their texture; the velvet-like skin of the head, several bumps around the shaft, another vein pulsating on its side. The sensations were intimidating. It wasn't the kind of intimidation you experience when someone puts a gun to your head. It was the kind Kevin used to feel in his school years when a stunning sexy girl happened to smile at him. So he just sat stiffly, unable to make a move. He attempted to swallow again. This time the shaft tensed in response, increasing its girth half an inch and forcing his sore jaw further down. Its length rapidly increased causing the straps wound around his head to stretch. As his throat adjusted to the increased girth, the shaft slid another inch down. "Oh, shit!' Kevin screamed inwardly feeling a shudder running along the length of rod. He clutched his fingers into fists and dug his heels into the floor, rising his toes up. He pulled his head back as far as it would go, closed his eyes and apprehensively waited for the inevitable. He didn't have to wait long. After a moment the swelling running over his tongue throbbed violently and a wad of hot sticky substance was shot down his throat. Then another. And another. The penis kept coming for a good minute, its underside pulsating like a fire hose. Kevin felt the thick goo slowly filling up his stomach. "Where is this stuff coming from?" he wondered silently. When the throbs finally stopped, his belly felt as if he downed a glass full of used machine oil. The shaft softened and started retracing towards his teeth, drawing a streak of pungent salty substance along with it. After another minute it shrunk to its original size, reaching almost the base of his tongue. Kevin leveled his head and made several slow circles with it to ease the stiffness in his neck. Feeling his long fingernails digging into the sensitive flesh of his palms he unclenched his fists and placed his hands on his lap. The fabric of his pants was tented, hiding embarrassing evidence of his defeat. His cheeks burned with humiliation, shame, and arousal. 'It's only one battle,' he thought gingerly, 'only one. The war still goes on.' Without the intimidating presence in his throat, his mind was opened again to the disturbing feelings coming from his body. The velvet lined shackles snugly held his wrists and ankles, enforcing the sensation of helplessness. Together with the tight belt wound around his waist and occasional clanking of his chains they did a very effective job to keep his thoughts focused on his vulnerability. Kevin leveled his feet, causing the chain connecting his ankles to rattle against the ring in the floor. The five inch pumps kept his feet in an enforced arch, reminding him of Elisabeth Thorn's mention of the "dress code." He wondered what had she meant by that. Kevin remembered vividly how it felt to wear stockings. He was sure that if the "code," meant more of similar treatments, the increased sensitivity of his skin would make it very hard for him to resist whatever they had in store for him. He had to swallow. His tongue pushed the flaccid penis against his palate and caressed its underside. The repulsive salty taste was all over his mouth now. To his horror the penis swelled a bit, creeping a fraction of an inch up his tongue. "Not again!" he wailed silently. The rescue, at least from panic, came ten or so minutes later. The lights inside the carriage gradually became brighter as it began slowing down. Kevin squinted his eyes to adjust them to the bright light. Outside the window a platform looking like the one from which he boarded the tram sped past. Kevin's heart started thumping faster in apprehension of the unknown. Soon after the tram had stopped, two women entered the compartment and approached his seat. They reminded him of the amazons who escorted him in, only dressed differently. Two pairs of steel blue eyes locked onto him, causing him to hold his breath for a short while. Both were blondes, at least 5' 9" tall, with wide chests and muscular arms and thighs. They weren't fat or masculine, just looked to had been spending much more time at a gym than Kevin ever had. They wore catsuits made of black spandex or another similar slippery-looking fabric, covering their bodies from toes to neck. Over the catsuits they had stiff vests made of thick shiny material resembling latex or rubber. The vests consisted of two parts; one covered their torsos, the other looked like fetish panties. Both were connected with a number of vertical straps, giving the whole ensemble the look of a kinky swimsuit. Kevin figured the vests probably served to protect the sensitive parts of their bodies in case of a struggle. One of them walked up to Kevin and pressed the green switch above. The locks clicked, freeing him from the seat. The woman's waist and her utility belt were at his eye level. Numerous pouches of various shapes and sizes were attached to the belt. The circular ones probably held restraints. What was hidden in the others Kevin had no idea and preferred not to think about it. On her left side a pair of sexy pink stiletto sandals dangled from the belt. They had the shrinking straps with a lock behind the five inch heel. "Probably my size," Kevin though grimly. On her right side hung a pink, very realistic dildo, sheathed in a tube shaped holster. Kevin's stared at the thick, plastic penis with big eyes, wondering what they used it for. "We carry them instead of guns," his silent question was readily answered, "much more effective than a gun with the likes of you." "OK missy, enough slacking," she said grabbing him under the armpits, "the ride's over." She effortlessly lifted him off the seat and put him on the ground. "Move it," she barked, grabbing his arm. Kevin obediently followed the blonde, while the other trailed behind. Not that he had an option to do otherwise, the firm grip on his arm promised trouble at the first sign of defiance. He was a little more accustomed to five inch heels and the length of the chain between his ankles now. He still had to look down at his feet as he walked. With his mind concentrated on keeping balance his arousal somewhat subsided, but the images of the pointed fronts of the pumps and the glittering chain flailing between his legs still produced an unsettling tingling in his belly. Kevin carefully stepped over the gap between the platform and the floor of the carriage, feeling his lunch slopping inside his stomach. The clicking of his stilettos and tinkling of the chain echoed off the walls of the long hallway as he was led towards the single door fifty yards away on his right. He was the only one wearing high heels now. His guardian angels had no shoes on at all. Black rubber soles were attached directly to the fabric covering their feet, making occasional squeaking sounds as they walked. The door slid open for them automatically, revealing the interior of an elevator. It looked similar to the one in the facility near Brunswick, except there was no control panel anywhere on the walls. Right after the door closed behind them, a horizontal plane of red light sped downwards across the interior of the lift. Kevin looked around startled. The source of the light wasn't anywhere to be found, all he could see was white walls, ceiling, floor and two doors. "Two plus one," announced an emotionless female voice coming from somewhere up, "please step onto the indicated spots." Three red circles lit up in the middle of the floor. The outer two had outlines of flat shoe soles in the middle. Inside the inner circle there was a footprint of high heeled shoes, two triangles with rounded corners and two tiny circles behind them. Kevin was pushed forward. 'Gee, wonder which one's for me,' thought Kevin stepping into the middle circle and carefully aligning his heels with the glowing footprint. His companions did the same, taking place on his sides. The circles in which the women stood almost immediately turned green. Kevin's remained red. "Easy now," the blonde on his right said. With quickly widening eyes Kevin observed as the circle in which he stood moved off the floor and started ascending along his body. When it passed his ankles an approving "beep-bop" sounded somewhere. Then another when the ring passed his waist. When it reached the middle of his neck it slowed down a bit and soon the lift expressed its disapproval for something with a gloomy "bop-bop." Kevin considered closing his eyes for a moment, but decided to watch. The ring regained its original speed and floated up his head. On the level of his nose another approving jingle sounded and the ring plummeted towards the floor. When Kevin looked down it was green. "Restraints approved," droned the voice, "please state your destination." "Arrivals floor," came the request from the blonde on Kevin's right. A fraction of a second later the door in front opened and Kevin felt the firm grip on his right arm. He was led into a short corridor which connected to another at a ninety degree angle, forming a T intersection. He was spun to the right at the intersection. Kevin expected to see sterile white walls, instead he was surprised by a d?cor in relaxing shades of green. Small dark and light green tiles forming a pattern of intersecting rectangles covered the floor. Kevin's heels made metallic scraping sounds upon them every time he failed to rise his feet high enough. Green tendrils covered with leaves and pink blooming flowers hung from planters arranged in two horizontal lines, running roughly six feet high long each wall. The gentle trickling of running water implied that the plants were alive. Their moist leaves sparkled in the soft yellow light cast by circular lamps mounted in the middle of the ceiling. Knobless doors were evenly spaced on both sides of the corridor. With a deepening sense of dread Kevin examined labels on the doors. "Temporary Detention Room "11," "13," "15," and so on read the labels on his right. On his left the labels contained the same information, only the numbers were even. By the end of the corridor the number reached 20. Small rectangular panels were mounted beside each door. They were featureless, except for green lights in their middle. Only the panel by the door "19," shone red, meaning that most likely the room was occupied. They turned left at the next intersection. The corridor had the same d?cor, however the labels by the doors changed. They read "Processing Room," followed by a number. Kevin was halted in front of the "Processing Room 15." One of the amazons placed her palm on the panel and the door slid open. The room was approximately 20 by 20 feet. A large brown desk stood on the right side of the room, two feet or so from the wall. Kevin was pushed towards a comfortable looking chair in front of the desk. When he approached it, the chair didn't look so comfortable anymore. Red plastic looking shackles hung on the inner sides of the armrests, connected by two inch chains. Another set of similar restraints was laid on the floor in front of the chair. A collar hanging below the headrest on a five inch chain completed the set. One of the women lifted Kevin as if he was a little girl and sat him in the chair. The contents of his stomach shifted from side to side, reminding him again of the humiliation in the tram. He heard rattling of a chain behind his head followed by a click. "Chin up," the woman ordered looking down at him. Kevin reluctantly complied. She brought the open collar to his neck and snapped it shut behind. "Wait here, missy," she said pulling his hair from within the collar, "someone will be with you shortly." Kevin rested his head back against the headrest after the door had whizzed shut. The collar was so loose on him, it rested on his collarbones. The shackles hanging on the armrests also looked way too wide for his wrists and the chair seemed too had been designed for a taller person. The soles of his pumps were several inches above the floor. 'Probably for guys,' he thought and wrinkled his forehead remembering he didn't look like one anymore. The thoughts stirred a strange longing within Kevin, as if some part of him desired the collar to embrace his neck more snugly. With surprise and a bit of panic he shook the sensation off and looked around the room. A portrait of Mrs. President hung on the light brown wall in front of him. Kevin couldn't shake the impression that the crooked smile on her face and her sparkling eyes were taunting him. His gaze continued left towards a life-like female mannequin standing in the corner. The artificial girl looked to be in her early twenties. She was lovely. Straight raven hair reaching her shoulders was tucked behind her right ear. Wide golden loops pierced her ears, the one on the left partially covered by her hair. Heavy makeup highlighted her features, taking away some of her youthful innocence. She was dressed in a strapless figure hugging red velvet mini dress. It squeezed her massive breasts together and pushed them up, producing a very enticing cleavage. Kevin's manhood begun getting hard again as his eyes traveled down the exaggerated curves of the mannequin. Her long legs were encased in sheer black nylon stockings. Red high heeled pumps adorned her cute feet. His gaze lingered for a while on her ankles held in a tight embrace by familiar decorated metal bands. With his eyes transfixed on the mannequin's ankles, he lifted his right foot and slid the tip of the pump against the shackle locked around his left ankle. His chain tinkled quietly. He tried to understand why he found the image so appealing, why the grip of restraints on his skin was so arousing. But there was no rationale behind it. The only explanation was that the transformation altered his mind in some way. He knew he would fight it. However he wasn't sure if he could win this fight. Kevin pushed the unsettling thought out of his mind and returned to studying the mannequin. The girl's pose effectively filled his head and crotch with very positive feelings. Her beautiful face was beaming, with her ruby lips parted revealing two rows of blindingly white teeth. Her left leg was raised and bent at the knee, with only the tip of her pump touching the floor. She had her right hand on her hip. With her left hand she was pinching the skirt of her dress above the thigh, revealing the top of her stocking and a garter. "Smoking hot!" Kevin grinned inwardly. "We'll make you much prettier than her," spoke an amused female voice behind him. Kevin jumped in the chair startled. If it hadn't been riveted to the floor, it would have fallen to the side taking him with it. He ignored the penis sliding up his tongue and tried to twist his body to look behind. A brunette looking to be in her early to mid forties entered his field of vision. Her dark sparkling eyes slowly examined his body, starting at the top of his head, ending on the tips of his heels. Kevin, of course, was examining her. Despite her age, she still had a very slim fit body. She wore a light gray skirt reaching her knees, a white top with a pattern of dark brown dots, and a jacket matching her skirt. Kevin checked out her breasts, but after what he'd just seen on the mannequin, they made no impression on him. On her legs she had nude hose and black high heeled pumps. "My name's Linda Williams, I'm the Arrivals Manager of this facility." She smiled cordially stooping slightly down, then squeezed his hand firmly and shook it gently. "It's nice to meet you Kevin. You can't even imagine how excited I was when I heard you'd be joining us. To tell you the truth, I hoped they'll send you... hmm... intact, so we could work on you from scratch. But, well, you can't always get what you want. At least they left some pieces for us to finish." She said the last sentence looking at his chest, then at his hardon which bulged in his crotch. "Now, let's get this nasty gag off you so we can talk properly. I'm sure you have a lot of questions." She took off a thin chain with a small key-alike object off her neck. Cupping the part of his face covered by the gag with her palm, she started to fumble with the lock behind his head. After a few seconds Kevin heard a click and the straps became slack around his head, and Linda carefully peeled the latex-like material of the gag off his cheeks and chin. Kevin stared at the thing emerging from his mouth with a dazed look. The cock was three inches long and an inch thick now. Its bumpy surface and red head glistened with his saliva. A streak of white gooey substance ran from the opening on its tip to Kevin's lower lip. Linda broke the streak, then wiped her finger on his lower lip. She stood up sniffing. "Smells like you have had your lunch already," she teased smiling. "You have no right to do this to me!" Kevin paused for a moment. It hadn't come out the way he intended. He still wasn't used to his new sultry voice. He tried again, attempting to sound more assertive. "Release me at once!" Linda cocked her head and looked down at him, still smiling. After a moment she pushed her crooked finger under Kevin's collar and gently pulled his head up. "And what makes you think you're in any position to make demands, hmm?" she asked looking into his eyes. "Let me explain how things work around here, Miss Barnett. We tell you what to do and you do it. If you don't do what we tell you, we'll find some way to ensure your cooperation very quickly. And I can't promise you'll like it. If you want something, smile and ask nicely. Demands will get you nowhere. It's as simple as that." "Whatever you plan to do to me, you won't get away with this!" Kevin shouted glaring at her. "People will be looking for me! Let me go if you know what's good for you!" "It seems to me you have serious attitude problems, Kevin. But rest assured, we'll fix them for you. Now, raise your voice one more time and the pacifier," she lifted her left hand showing him the gag, "goes back inside." Kevin looked at the dreaded bundle of straps. The penis had shrunk considerably. It hung down limply, less than two inches long now, no thicker than a waterproof magic marker. It was hard to believe that the tiny thing had pumped his stomach full of spunk. He swallowed nervously and twisted his face at the salty taste still evident inside his mouth. The recollection of the shame made his cheeks hot. He definitely didn't want to go through that again. "But... I don't want to be a woman. Please, let me go. I swear I won't tell anybody what I've seen here." He looked at Linda pleadingly. "Now we're getting somewhere." Linda smiled stroking his cheek. "I'm afraid sweetie, this is not up to you anymore. You sealed your fate the moment you decided to stick your nose where it didn't belong. But trust me, being a girl is a lot of fun. You'll see. Behave, do what you're told to do and you'll be out of here in no time." Kevin looked at her suspiciously. "So you're going to let me go? Just like that?" "Of course we'll let you go," she said sitting behind the desk, "nobody's going to keep you here any longer than necessary. And I'll even tell you a little secret. Somewhere out there, somebody special is waiting very impatiently for you to be out of here. Somebody you know. Let's not keep that person waiting too long, all right?" "OK," he replied with a hint of hope in his voice. "Great!" Linda beamed at him from behind the desk. "We need to hurry now. It's getting late, and I want Amy to take a look at you before your orientation tomorrow. After Amy's done with you, we'll have lunch and I'll give you a little tour of the facility." Kevin nodded his head, barely registering what she'd been saying. Linda's mentioning of somebody special turned his thoughts towards Hannah. He was sure Linda had been talking about her. He recalled what Hannah told him when they had parted, that he would understand why she'd done this to him the next time they'd meet. It was strange, but he felt no resentment against her. He wiggled his feet, summoning up the image of Hannah locking the pumps and shackles on him. 'Boy, it turned her on,' Kevin smiled inwardly. And if he wanted to be honest with himself, he'd have to admit that it had aroused him to the same degree. For a moment he was actually glad to have the heels on, as if they were a gift from her. However he quickly extinguished the thought. 'Shit, I miss her,' he realized with surprise. "We're done here," Linda broke his musings, "you're the 66th girl I have had the pleasure to welcome here. So welcome and have a very exciting stay," she grinned at him. Kevin looked at her uncertain what to reply. "Uhm, thank you." "You're welcome, sweetie." She made a few final strokes on the keyboard and approached Kevin. She pressed something on the collar behind his neck and it clicked open. "Let's go." She helped him to his feet. "Amy's waiting for us." She led him towards the door, gently squeezing his arm. "Who's Amy?" "Amy's our M. D. She looks after you girls plus... does some other things. I think you'll like her. She's blonde too." Lisa accentuated the last sentence with a firmer squeeze on Kevin's arm. 'How wonderful,' thought Kevin sourly. They were walking up the green corridor towards another intersection which they crossed straight. "Counseling Room 01," Kevin read on his left. Following the door there was a wide rectangular window providing a view into the room. The counseling room was decorated in the same shades of brown as the one they'd left a moment ago. Lush brown carpet covered the entire floor. A low table with a glass top stood in its middle, surrounded by two comfortable looking leather couches. Three walls were painted in coffee-and-milk color while the fourth, opposite the window, had a picture taking up its entire surface. It showed a very atmospheric sunset over a sea and a part of a wooden pier. Two young women standing on the planks were in the focus. They were completely naked, except for bright red nail polish on their toe and finger nails, a generous amount of bright red glossy lipstick, sexy stiletto sandals, and the decorated metal bands on their ankles. Thanks to the extremely high resolution of the image, straps locking their shoes to the backs of the metal bands were distinctly visible. The women were standing on their toes, facing each other. Long blonde hair flowed all the way down to their plump buttocks in curly waves. Their slim curvy bodies leaned slightly forward, bringing their huge breasts close together. It looked like nothing thicker than a sheet of paper would fit between their erect nipples. They held their palms vertically up, touching each other slightly below their busts. With closed eyes and puckered lips less than an inch apart, they seemed to had been frozen a fraction of a second from a passionate kiss. "Looking for love? You've come to the right place," read pink elegant letters in the lower right corner of the picture. Kevin turned his head towards Linda, realizing he had no idea where he was. "What is this place?" "You mean the facility? We call it The Academy." She paused for a moment. "Let me put it this way. We accept men of all ages, ethnical backgrounds, religions. We strongly believe in equal opportunities here," she winked at him, "then we reeducate them. On their graduation day, they're beautiful sexy demure ladies who know everything a 18 years old girl needs to know. And let me assure you, we have a 100% success rate." "How long have you been at it?" "13 months, sweetie." Kevin frowned. There was something odd about the numbers. "So you had less than a hundred... students in a year? This place looks to me like it's got capacity to accommodate a lot more than that. Why is it so empty?" "Hmm..." Linda looked at him with surprised approval. "You're very perceptive. We're still in alpha stage here. We're observing how you girls react to the training courses, how you interact with each other. We're looking for things that can be added, changed or improved in our program to make your transition smoother. Besides, the supply of volunteers is somewhat limited," she grinned at him. "How many... uh... students are here now?" "We have 21 girls attending now. You'll meet some of them. Who knows, maybe you'll even make friends here." Linda squeezed his arm again. Kevin started thinking. The number still didn't add up. That is they did, but the result... "How long am I gonna be here?" queried Kevin with a worried voice. "Not a moment longer than necessary. It's up to you, sweetie. Don't hold back your feminine side, work hard, and you won't even notice when it's over." They walked in silence for some time. Two pairs of stiletto heels clicked loudly on the hard tiles, accompanied by the melodically tinkling of Kevin's chain. If he counted correctly, around fifty guys had graduated, Kevin winced inwardly at the word, from the place. Unless the place had been closed down most of the time and they had been handling students, another wince, one by one, it most likely took between three and six months to graduate. "Anything wrong?" asked Linda as Kevin stumbled. "I'm fine," he mumbled in reply. At first the discovery froze him. However as he thought about it, he noticed some positives. After a month or two he'd know everything about the place; how it worked, what they did in here, probably even how it related to Project Phoenix. Then he would expose it. He just needed to escape, and it wasn't impossible judging by what he'd seen so far. The facility was empty, he hadn't noticed any cameras or evident security systems. He'd already committed the route to the elevator to his memory. Kevin decided he'd play along and wait for his chance. Since leaving the "Processing Room" they'd continued straight through the first intersection of the corridor, then turned left, right, and straight again. Kevin began to wonder if Linda was trying to confuse him, or the place was really that huge. They were approaching another intersection, looking to be the center of the floor. It was a spacious circular chamber with corridors extending in four directions. The greenery on the walls continued around, making five feet gaps in their centers, around the outlines of concave doors. White padded benches stood on either side of each door. Each looked to have had space for three people, with the middle spot reserved for students. Open hooks on the floor and sets of chains sparkling on the walls above the benches left no doubts about that. Except for the center, the chamber was drowned in soothing shades, occasionally broken by bright patches of light on the floor and walls. Looking up Kevin decided that whoever designed the place, must have spent a significant part of their life in a jungle. The surface of the ceiling was covered by a metal grate with a round hole in the middle. Green tendrils, similar to those on the wall, only thinner, hung down from the grate. Meaty leaves growing on the tendrils blocked most of the light shining from above, letting down only sparse beams, which produced the spots. He couldn't resist the impression that he was looking at sunlight shining high above, through the thick lush canopy. Unblocked by the plants, it shone through the hole in the middle of the grate, exposing a glass fountain in the center of the room. "Very erotic, isn't it?" Linda asked quietly, almost whispering as she gently pushed Kevin towards the fountain. The circular basin of the fountain made of transparent glass was filled with water. Multiple colorful fish scurried around in the water. They sometimes swam up to the surface, producing ripples sparkling in the light. There was a circular flat pedestal in the middle of the fountain, extending several inches above the water. It supported a glass sculpture, carving, or cast, Kevin wasn't sure, of a naked couple. He, at least 6,3" tall, stood upright with hands on his hips, looking down, strong muscles tensing all over his body. She, an embodiment of femininity, was kneeling in front of him, her left hand resting on his buttock, her right palm cupping the sack underneath his penis. With her lips tightly locked around his erect manhood, her head was tilted back, her eyes locked with his. Sparkling water running down their transparent bodies, made the scene seem alive with sexual tension. Kevin shuddered when he felt a hand sliding underneath his slacks. They were standing in front of the fountain, Linda on his left, slightly behind him, her right palm caressing his buttock, her left palm on his hip. "I simply adore this scene," she whispered into his ear, kneading his ass, "it conveys so much about our girls.," Her hand shifted up and her middle finger slid between his asscheeks. "Innocence." "Selflessness." With each word her finger traveled further down the cleft of his ass. "Passion." "Submissiveness." Kevin froze when the tip of her finger stopped over the entrance to his anus. He held his breath and looked straight ahead, unable to move any part of his body. He felt powerless and totally at Linda's control, as if he'd been turned into a puppet with her holding all the strings. "Many women find fellatio very degrading," continued Linda gradually increasing pressure on his sphincter, "but they still drop to their knees to service their men. For them it's about giving and expecting nothing in return. Our girls don't posses this trait, they've been men all their lives after all. We have to teach you how to give, and believe me Kevin, we're very good teachers." Kevin's apprehension grew as he waited passively for Linda's finger to penetrate his anus. He felt like putty in her hands. His mind was wrapped around her voice, while his body was paralyzed by the incapacitating sensations her finger created. When his sphincter began to surrender to the pressure, she abruptly took her hand away. Kevin breathed deeply, slowly regaining control over his body. "You'll rediscover the world with us," she continued grabbing his arm directing him towards the closest door, "we'll teach you how to live on the other side of the penis. And in the process, you'll discover many surprising things about your new body." The door slid open for them and they entered the elevator. "Medical," requested Linda once they were inside. The door closed and opened half a second later revealing another circular chamber. A wide white pillar reaching from floor to the ceiling took the place of fountain on this floor. Blue letters and arrows on the surface of the pillar appeared to be directions; however the writing was too small to read from where they were. Kevin was led into the corridor on their left. With his thoughts still concentrated on Linda's disturbing monologue, he suddenly became very conscious of the salty taste still lingering in his mouth. "Uh... is there any place I could brush my teeth?" he asked feeling his cheeks heating up. Linda turned her head and smiled widely. "We don't have time for this, sweetie. Besides," she squeezed his arm, "some tastes just take a while to get used to. For me it was herring. God, I hated the taste! However a long time ago a good friend of mine took me to a Polish restaurant. By accident I ordered a dish with herring as the main ingredient. It was delicious! Can you imagine my shock when I later learned I ate herring and enjoyed it? From that day, I don't mind the taste; I've even learnt to relish it. It just takes time, sweetie." 'Oh, the drama!' thought Kevin, turning his head away. He needed to find a way out of this mess before he'd get the chance to get used to the taste. Walls on the medical floor were sterile white with no decorations visible anywhere. There were also no lamps; instead the entire surface of the ceiling was illuminated, casting down white artificial light. The floor was covered with dark blue hard material, on which their heels sounded like two pairs of woodpeckers. On the left side of the corridor they were passing doors labeled "Body Enhancement and Art." On the right side of the corridor wide windows provided views into wards resembling rooms. Each window faced a row of beds standing by the walls. Lights were off in the two wards they'd passed so far, making it impossible to tell how big the rooms were and how many beds they contained. Doors between each pair of windows provided access to the aisle between the rows of beds. They were labeled "Gender Disorder Treatment - Final Phase." It piqued Kevin's curiosity in the way "Fasten Your Seatbelts" sign lighting up 30000 feet above the ground had. The next ward they were approaching had the lights on. It turned out it wasn't big; there were only four beds beside the left wall. The beds were single blocks of white, with mattresses covered by shiny slippery looking material. Open restraints were arranged all over their surface. In addition to the white bands, a short silver chain rested on the slanted part of the bed by the wall which doubled as a headrest. Around the middle of the mattress, where an occupant's crotch would be, a bundle of straps, transparent material and other things was piled. Above each bed a device looking like a flat screen TV hung on a long thin pole from the ceiling. Whatever the beds were supposed to do, it was most likely controlled by the rectangular panels flashing with red lights set into the wall on their left. As they passed the door to the ward, the second window revealed another row of four beds by the wall. One of them had an occupant. The control lights on the panel mounted beside the bed were all green. A lovely brunette was strapped to the bed. She was completely naked aside from an inch wide steel band wrapped around her neck. White bands embraced her ankles, thighs above the knees, wrists, arms above her elbows, and chest below her breasts. The restraints held her arms by her sides and her legs apart with feet pointing towards the corners of the bed. Looking at her bust, Kevin decided that people around this place definitely didn't believe in variety. The perfect globes of ivory flesh looked to be in the same size as those on the mannequin, the girls in the sunset picture and the fountain lady. Kevin's two tiny hands wouldn't fully cover the girl's single breast no matter how he'd arranged them. The bundle he'd seen earlier turned out to be a sort of panties. They were held on her body by three tight straps; one around her waist, and two where her thighs met the crotch. A transparent tube disappearing into the bed's surface seemed to pump pink translucent liquid into the panties, making their surface undulate slightly. Through the liquid Kevin could see a small mound in her crotch. Above the mound a pinkie sized protrusion poked the surface of the panties. The girl's eyes traveled between the flatscreen, which had been lowered so she could watch whatever was displayed on it, and the ceiling. Only now Kevin noticed that there were mirrors on the ceiling above each bed. As the room passed out of view, the girl lifted her head, trying to look down past her bust, but the chain connected to the band on her neck snapped her head back onto the headrest. Her hands clutched into fists and she closed her eyes. Kevin opened his mouth to ask a question, but quickly changed his mind. "Don't wanna know," he decided. By the time they passed the intersection he'd counted six rooms on the left and four wards. Linda led him straight into the next corridor and turned towards the first door on the left. "Gender Disorder Treatment - Phase Three 01," read the blue letter on the plaque. The door slid open letting them into a small white room. "Good afternoon, ladies." A stunning blonde turned towards them and smiled. "You sure took your time. Now you'll have to wait, I need to take care of Lily first." "Hi Amy," Linda smiled back, "no problem, we'll wait." She motioned Kevin towards a row of chairs standing by the wall. In other circumstances Kevin would probably melt under Amy's smile. She wore a short lab coat in the front, which reached her knees. It looked much too small for her, which wasn't exactly a bad thing. The material was so taut around her bust that wide gaps formed between the buttons, showing the pink lace of her bra. Seeing the size of her breasts, Kevin wondered briefly if she'd always been a woman, but her confident demeanor suggested she was born a girl. Amy turned her attention back to Lily and started gathering her hair behind her head. The girl didn't look too happy about it. Her big emerald eyes and innocent face showed a mixture of fear, apprehension, and something else. It was either arousal or shame judging by her flushing cheeks. 'Or maybe both,' thought Kevin. Lily looked as though she wanted to run away, but a sturdy metal contraption ensured she wasn't going anywhere. She was standing on an elliptical metal platform from which a thick metal pole extended vertically behind her back. A wide steel band was attached to the pole on the level of Lily's waist, now securely locked around her. Above the platform a T shaped piece of metal extended from the pole. About an inch wide steel bands were attached to the T's tips, currently snugly wrapped around Lily's slender ankles, keeping her legs immobilized less than a foot apart. The pole curved behind her towards the wall, as to avoid touching her back, and then ran in a smooth arc to the spot a foot or so above her head. A wide rod with metal shackles on its end was mounted on its tip in parallel to the floor. The shackles kept Lily's arms spread to her sides above her head, completing the secure bondage. Two identical contraptions stood on both sides of the one the girl was strapped to. Kevin noticed red lining on the insides of open shackles, similar to velvet on the ones he wore. "There you go, honey," announced Amy cheerfully after she'd pinned Lily's hair behind her head. She then walked up to the nearby table, followed by the girl's widening eyes. Lily wore only a metal band around her neck, identical to the one Kevin saw on the girl in a ward, a short brown skirt, sheer nude hose, and brown slingbacks with spiky heels. They looked to be two inches or so lower than Kevin's. Her naked chest was completely flat, except for two small rock hard nipples, indicating that either the opposite part of the room was substantially colder, or there was more arousal he saw in her eyes than shame. Amy peeled the cover off a small package resting on the table and took a small object from inside. The black underside of the package with red writing looked very familiar to Kevin. The object in Amy's hands turned out to be a spray bottle. She sprayed some of its contents on her hand, put the bottle down, and approached the girl. Lily's hands clutched on the chains connecting her cuffs to the beam above when Amy started to rub the substance into her chest. "Amy, please don't. I'll be a good girl, I promise!" she asked pleadingly. "Don't be ridiculous, sweetie," Amy smiled, continuing to rub the pinkish fluid all over the girl's chest, "boobies are not a punishment, they are a gift." Lily's panicked eyes followed Amy's hands deftly working on her chest. "Amy, please! I'll do everything... anything you want. Just please don't!" She made a desperate attempt to negotiate with her blonde nemesis. "I don't get you girls." Amy continued rubbing, moving to the sides of the girl's chest. "Why do you make so much fuss about boobies, hmm?" She looked up at Lily, her fingertips busily working all the time. The girl parted her glistening lips, but no words came out. Failing to receive a reply Amy continued, "I've had a pair a better part of my life, and trust me sweetie, they don't bite. Actually, they feel wonderful. And yours," she squeezed both of Lily's nipples gently, causing the girl to gasp, "will feel like heaven." Lily's eyes lingered for a long moment over Amy's generous bust. The panicky look in her eye was replaced by horror. "But..." "No buts, young lady," Amy interrupted her with a stern tone. She returned to the table for another dose of the pink substance. "All girls have boobies and you'll be no exemption." She walked behind Lily and started smearing the liquid over her shoulders. "You'll love your breasts, sweetheart," Amy continued her rant, her tone both cheerful and caring again. "They'll be a lot of fun, I promise. You've no idea what you've been missing. The blissful sensation of confinement when you put on a bra," she went on with a melodic, wistful note in her voice, "the sheer ecstasy of having your breasts kissed and fondled, their playful dance during sex... God, you've got so many marvelous moments of self discovery ahead of you I'm almost envious." Lily didn't seem to share Amy's enthusiasm. With each point Amy made, the girl's eyes and mouth opened a little wider, as if she wanted to protest. Her cheeks were now dangerously red, and again Kevin couldn't tell what was responsible: humiliation or arousal. "We're almost finished.," announced Amy, "I'm going to release your wrists now. Don't try to wipe the agent off your skin, just keep your hands to your sides. OK, sweetie?" Lily looked down at her chest. It was completely covered with the pink substance. Amy had also smeared the agent on the girl's sides, several inches below her armpits, over her shoulders and on her back. The girl slowly lifted her head, looked at Amy, and closed her eyes. "OK," came barely audible whisper. Amy smiled stroking Lily's navel several times. She reached for a panel behind the contraption and pressed a button. The bands holding the girl's hands clicked open. The moment her wrists came free, Lily's hands lurched towards her chest and stopped midway. She froze in the pose for a long moment, apparently waging an internal battle. Amy placed her palms on her hips and started at the girl expectantly. When their eyes met, Lily bit her lower lip. They stood like this for at least half a minute, staring at each other. Kevin thought he could see sparkles where their lines of sight met. The room was completely silent during that time, only Amy's steady breathing could be head. Finally Lily's sigh broke the silence. She lowered her eyes and slowly straightened her arms. "Good girl," approved Amy with a sweet smile. "Now keep them like this for a moment." She walked up to the table and retrieved another item from the package. As he unwrapped the item, it turned out to be some kind of garment made of white opaque material. They way it glistened in her hands reminded Kevin of latex. Amy inserted her palms inside and stretched the thing effortlessly. Stretched, the garment started resembling a bra without cups, with holes for neck and arms. Amy stood in front of Lily and stretched the garment even more. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's get it over with." Lily looked at the bra. The collar encircling her neck moved up and down as she swallowed nervously. "Please, Amy..." she pleaded quietly. "Let's make a deal, Lily." Amy took a step towards the girl and whispered something to her ear. Lily pondered whatever she'd heard for a while then her face brightened somewhat. "You promise?" she asked with the "clutching at straw while drowning" look on her face. "I promise." Lilly peered at Amy's face as if looking for some kind of reassurance there, then reluctantly extended her arms in front of herself. Amy slid the bra over the girl's hands and asked her to lift her them. She carefully lowered the garment down Lily's arms, past her head, and over her chest. Lily's eyes followed the bra with frightened look. When it snapped to her skin, she made motion as if she wanted to jump. And she probably would have if the contraption hadn't hold her securely in place. Amy gently took the girl's right hand and guided it upwards towards the open shackle. Lily seemed to not have noticed as it snapped shut around her wrist; her eyes were glued to her chest all the time. After locking the remaining cuff Amy turned her attention back to the bra. She started adjusting it over Lily's chest, pulling and stretching the fabric, and meticulously removing any wrinkles. The girl observed Amy's hands in silence, wrinkling her forehead. "Almost there," she said picking a swab from the table. Using the swab, she carefully removed any excess of the pink fluid from the edges of the bra. "There you go, honey!" she chirped grinning, "consider it your very first bra, a very special bra. I'm sure you'll remember it fondly in years to come." Lily didn't even lift her head, studying her chest attentively. The garment indeed looked like a bra. Its glossy fabric covered the girl's chest tightly from the lower edges of her ribs all the way to her collarbones. Two wide straps ran from its upper edge over Lily's shoulders and disappeared behind her back. Its sides narrowed towards her sides into a roughly two inches wide strap, which encircled her torso behind her back. Having finished with Lily, Amy disposed of the empty package and started washing her hands. "Uh, Amy?" Lily looked up with an anxious expression on her lovely face. "My chest tingles all over..." "It's fine, sweetie." Amy looked back smiling. "The tingling will stop after the shielding has bonded to your skin." "Bonded...?" Lily echoed worriedly and returned to contemplating her chest. "Yes. It will only take a minute or so." As if on Amy's command the material of the bra began to gradually loose its opaqueness. Lily started squirming in her bonds at the sight with the last desperate attempt to free herself, but it turned useless. After half a minute she gave up and froze staring down. The white color had almost drained from the fabric and continued disappearing. After another thirty seconds the color was gone and the bra became completely transparent. Kevin could tell it was there because it reflected the light with more intensity than Lily's skin. In a darker room it would've been impossible to spot. Amy approached the contraption and freed the girl's wrists. Her hands darted towards her chest in a futile attempt to tear the bra off, but the material appeared to had adhered to her skin. She kept pinching around the edges until Amy grabbed one of her wrists. "It's no use, Lily. Remember our deal?" "Uhm... yes." "So let it go for now." Amy started stroking the girl's hand. "Enjoy the experience. You'll love it, I promise. And if you decide you don't, come and see me. OK?" Lily gave one last pinch to her chest and hung down her arm helplessly. "OK." "Good, sweetie. I'm going to release you now. Don't fall down." When the restraints clicked open Lily carefully stepped off the platform. Still supported by Amy, she took a few wobbly steps and stopped in the middle of the room. Amy handed her a white blouse and watched her put it on. Lily quickly donned the blouse and started fumbling with the buttons. Her slightly shaking hands had serious trouble dealing with the task. "Let me help you," Amy came to her rescue. She quickly buttoned up the front and cuffs and tucked the garment beneath the girl's skirt. "No need for the gloomy look Lily, I'm sure your roommate will find some way to console you. Now scurry off." She gave the girl a playful slap on a buttock. Lily started towards the door looking at her toes. From the way she walked Kevin deducted that she wasn't accustomed to high heels. Her steps were tentative, lacking grace and the hip swing of women he'd seen walking in heels. When she looked up at him, he noticed that her makeup was lacking something. He couldn't quite tell what was wrong, it simply looked as if it had been applied by somebody with very little experience. Lily gave a glance at his crotch and quickly turned her sight back down, the blush rapidly returning to her cheeks. It made him realize how aroused he was. From the moment they had entered the room his eyes were riveted to Lily. Why the girl's predicament and her shy reluctant submission had been such a turn on for him, he had no idea and preferred not think about it. The recent streak of experiences had been disturbing enough. He also started feeling like a jerk, realizing that his staring only added to her humiliation. However despite this, he still felt compulsion to gaze at Lily as she was leaving. When the door slid open for her, she stopped and turned back. "Amy?" she begun quietly, keeping her eyes on the floor. "...will they be big?" "They'll be just the right size for you, sweetie. I told you not to worry." Lily opened her mouth as if she wanted to ask another question, but after several seconds spun around and left. "It's a pleasure seeing you at work," Linda grinned at approaching Amy. "It's a pleasure working here," Amy grinned back, "the job's very... thrilling." "I can tell," Linda winked, extending her hand. Amy turned her attention to Kevin, scanning him curiously. "So... who's the damsel in distress?" Kevin felt his face heating up at the remark. "Meet Mr. Kevin Barnett," Linda announced placing her palm on the small of his back. Amy blinked several times. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed covering her mouth, "This is Kevin Barnett!? I've always thought he was a guy, not a flat chested cutie." She paused for a moment staring at his chest. "Tell you what, Kevin. We'll fix that chest deficiency of yours right away. Hop on up here." She pointed towards the contraption Lily had occupied only minutes ago. Kevin's heart almost jumped out of his throat. "But..." he begun, instinctively taking a quick step back. He forgot about the chain between his ankles and almost tripped. If Linda's hand hadn't still been on his back, he would've landed on his ass, humiliating himself completely. Seeing the abject horror in his eyes, Amy smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Kevin, I was only joking. No boobies for you today." She grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously, rattling his chain. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Amy." Kevin sighed with relief. "Uh... nice to meet you too... I guess..." he mumbled automatically, trying to gather his wits. "I can see you girls will get along just fine." Linda patted Kevin's back. "Will you handle it from here, Amy?" "No worries, I'll let you know when we're done." When Linda had left, Amy retrieved something from one of the cabinets. "You'll have to get used to my jokes, sweetie," she said approaching him with a smile. "I should've known you're probably in no condition to be teased about... certain things, but sometimes I just can't help myself. Well, there are certain risks when dealing with overworked blondes," she winked. "Friends?" Amy extended her hand beaming her most charming smile at him. Her cheerful, nearly adolescent carelessness and exquisite looks were slowly getting to Kevin, easing his apprehension and stripping his defenses. He smiled faintly and took her hand. "Friends." "Splendid!" Amy looked genuinely happy. "If you promise me you'll behave, I'll take off your pretty jewelry." "I promise," Kevin promptly assured. "Good, extend your hands, sweetie." The object Amy retrieved from the cabinet turned out to be some sort of key. It was a thin shiny metal rod, an inch and a half long, with a loop on one end, and an intricate pattern of holes near the tip. She grabbed his left wrist with one hand and pushed the tip of the key into a hole on the inner part of the shackle. The tip sunk about one fifth of an inch into the metal, and after about a second the band sprung open. When the second shackle clicked open, Amy circled behind his back. Kevin examined his wrists carefully. Despite his several struggles during the tram ride, the restraints left almost no marks on his skin. There were two depressions on each wrist where the surface of the shackles rested and that was all. No redness or soreness, no scars, no stiffness or numbness. He extended his arms forward and made several circles with his hands, trying to get accustomed to the regained freedom. With surprise he found his wrists felt naked to him without the snug embrace of the restraints. He almost missed them. "Will pass," he brushed the feeling off. There was also another, more disturbing sensation, he had trouble identifying. A loud click behind his back brought his attention to more immediate matters. Amy took the belt off his waist and placed it on the table. Without the tight plastic band compressing his insides, Kevin was finally able to breathe freely. To test if everything worked properly he took a deep breath. "Everything fine?" "Yes." He managed a smile. "Then let's go." She took his hand. "We've got a lot to do, and it's getting late." "Uh... what about my feet, Amy?" "We'll leave the hobble on for now, sweetie. I have no other shoes here to give you." "I can walk barefoot." He looked at her expectantly. She giggled and pulled him towards the door. "Come on." Amy led him farther along the corridor he came through. "It seems every young lady around here bears some deep grudge against high heels. Can you tell me what's so scary about them, hmm?" Kevin was unsure what to reply, but it seemed Amy wasn't expecting an answer. "You've no idea how sexy they make your legs look. And together with the lovely anklets they give you this delicious slave girl appearance. Your unfortunate choice of wardrobe ruins the image, but... maybe it's for the better. If you had nylons and a skirt on, I wouldn't be able to restrain myself from doing something naughty to you." Feeling him becoming rigid, Amy squeezed his hand. "Come on, sweetie, I'm joking." Kevin decided to push the conversation away from his person. "Amy, what have you told Lily to make her stop fighting?" It took Amy several seconds to reply. When she did, the playfulness was gone from her voice. "I can't tell you that, Kevin. Whatever I told her, stays between me and her. Just like whatever you tell me will stay between us." He was sure, Amy had promised the girl something in return for cooperation. He was dying to know what it was but decided not to pry. "Will she be OK?" "Don't worry about her. Nobody in this facility, including me, will do anything to hurt any of you." The confidence and solemnity in her voice convinced Kevin that she believed it. He just wondered what was her definition of "hurt." It certainly excluded forcing people to grow breasts. They turned left at the next intersection. Since they'd left the room, Kevin had been dividing his attention between conversation with Amy and mentally mapping the maze of corridors. He was certain, he'd be able to find the way back to the tram on his own. What he wasn't certain about was how the lifts worked. Amy stopped by a door labeled "Gender Disorder Treatment - Preliminary Phase 01," and motioned him to enter. The ceiling lit up exposing a compact interior. Kevin entered first and apprehensively looked around. Like everywhere else on the floor, the walls had been painted sterile white. A single white desk with a flatscreen monitor, keyboard, and a strange lamp stood on the right. On the left a comfortable looking couch with a white sheet and not so comfortable looking restraints occupied a corner of the room. In the other corner a palm tree with massive fronds had been placed, providing some warmth to the austere insides. Amy prodded him towards a chair in front of the desk. Blue carpeting covering the entire floor muffled the clicking of his stilettos as he approached the chair. He eyed it suspiciously, half expecting some trap. The chair resembled a low barstool with a round padded seat and no backrest. Unable to notice any restraints sticking out of it, he sat down carefully. Amy picked something out of the cabinet standing by the opposite wall and took a seat on the other side of the desk. The item she retrieved turned out to be a loop made of thin band of shiny steel. She attached the metal loop to the tip of what Kevin thought was a lamp. It looked very much like the collars he'd seen on Lily and the girl in the ward. "OK, sweetie, we've got quite a lot to accomplish before the day is over," she said smiling. "First I'm going to ask you some questions. Then we'll pick a new girly name for you. And finally I'll assess your compatibility." She nodded towards the couch. Kevin looked at the restraints. "Compatibility with what?" he inquired with rising concern. "With your new role. Don't worry, honey. It won't hurt, I won't be giving you any injections, you won't be