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Transforming Paul Paul was a stud, a user of women. He had just turned thirty and considered himself in his sexual prime. Paul had long ago lost count of the number of girls he had bedded, but it was easily in the hundreds. Not once had he been in a long term relationship with a female, let alone an engagement or marriage. Paul's philosophy with respect to the female gender was "fool them, fuck them and forget them." He would tell a girl anything she wanted to hear in order to get into her pants. While he really had no understanding of the true meaning of love, he knew that saying the magic words "I love you" was the surest way to get a girl to spread her legs for him. He would love them at night and leave them in the morning, never to come back; never to return the girls' crying phone calls. One summer evening after work Paul was at the riding stable. He had taken up English riding partially for the challenge and the exercise, but primarily for the girls. At least 95% of the riders at most hunter barns were females; horny single females who loved horses and perhaps loved the feeling of their crotch rubbing against a saddle. Paul reckoned he had fucked about half of the girls in his barn already and was hoping to bed another that evening. Paul had been schooling his horse over a small jump when he felt something pop in his lower back. He reined his horse to a halt as excruciating pain radiated from his back. He literally began to cry tears from the pain. He slid off his horse and rolled on his side in the deep dust of the arena floor. Several girls rushed to his aid. He begged them not to move him. The rescue squad was called and he was strapped to a stretcher and taken to the hospital emergency room. They shot him up with pain killers and muscle relaxants and sent him home, suggesting he see an orthopedic doctor in the morning. He was given a reference to a Doctor Helen Marks. After a sleepless night Paul dragged himself into Doctor Marks' waiting room. He filled out forms and was taken to an examination room. He waited perhaps twenty minutes before a girl about Paul's age opened the door and entered the room. The name "Dr. Marks" was sewn on the breast pocket of her a white lab coat. She opened the file folder containing the various forms Paul had filled out while waiting to see her. Doctor Marks had what some would call a plain face, but she looked trim and fit and showed all the right curves. She was the kind of girl Paul liked to fuck. He was a tits and ass man, and was not really that concerned about a girl's looks. He had long ago discovered that the ugly girls were the easiest to conquer since other men tended to avoid them. He never paid any attention to their faces anyway since the source of his pleasure was below the neck. Had Paul been more observant he would have realized that several years ago he spent a night with a medical student named Helen Marks. Certainly Doctor Helen Marks recognized Paul. He was the scumbag who had professed his love, taken her virginity and then dropped her like a sack of potatoes. She had felt love for him then, but with the passage of time all she felt was hatred at his betrayal. She introduced herself and they shook hands. "What seems to be the problem Paul?" "I threw my back out while riding my horse. The pain is unbearable. I hope you can do something Doctor Marks." "Of course I can give you something for the pain but we need to get to the root cause of your pain, and with backs that can sometimes be challenging. This morning I will give you a full examination and take blood and urine samples for the lab. When the lab results come back I will see you again and discuss treatment options. How does that sound Paul?" "Yes that sounds good Doctor. The stuff they gave me at the emergency room cut the pain but it made me feel like a zombie. I want to fix my back, not drug it." "I totally agree Paul." She instructed Paul to strip down to his underpants and lay face down on the exam table. Using both hands she felt her way down his spinal column from his neck to his tailbone. When she touched L3 Paul yelled out from the pain. She then sent Paul to another room where his back was X-rayed and her assistant drew blood and gave him a cup to pee in. He was then returned to the examination room where Doctor Marks was waiting for him. Doctor Marks had Paul stand on the floor and walk around the exam room barefooted. She then told him to stand on his tiptoes and repeat the exercise. She carefully noted his posture and the curvature of his spine as he walked. Doctor Marks then went to a computer and pulled up images of Paul's digital x-rays. She spent considerable time looking at the images and pointed to a joint in his lower back as the likely source of his pain. "You have a badly compressed disk at L3 Paul. Surgery is one option, but I would recommend we try a less invasive approach first and consider surgery as a last resort." "Yes Doctor Marks, I sure don't want to have surgery if there is any way to avoid it." "I should warn you Paul that there are no quick cures for your kind of injury. It could easily take a year or more to fully heal your back." "That long Doctor Marks? I will try to be patient; I will be a patient patient." "That's a good boy. We are finished for today. Make an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. The lab tests will be back by then and we can get started with your treatment plan." Paul made his appointment and picked up a prescription for pain pills. When he got home he took two pills and crashed, not waking up until early the next morning. He called in sick at work and hung around the house until his afternoon appointment. "I have gone over your x-rays again Paul and reviewed the lab results. Your urine was fine although as expected it did indicate that you were on pain medication. Your blood work was also good in most respects. The only contra-indications are that you have an unusually high level of testosterone in your blood and an insufficient level of estrogen. You must have a rather high level of sexual energy Paul." Paul grinned and admitted that he did seem to have a higher sex drive than most men. "Your excess testosterone is contributing to your muscle tension Paul. We need to get your back muscles to relax for things to heal properly. I am sure that you will get a lot of pain relief once that happens. I am going to give you a prescription for a testosterone blocker. I have had good results with Spironolactone. For a man of your weight we will start you on 100 mg a day. It is a capsule that you can take in the morning with your breakfast." "In addition to suppressing testosterone production I want to increase your estrogen levels Paul. This will have a complimentary effect. I am going to give you an intramuscular injection of Estradiol Valerate. You will need an injection once a week. I hope that is not a problem for you Paul." "No Doctor Marks, if that is what it takes to get me well then I do not mind the needles although I would rather it came in pill form." Doctor Marks called her assistant who entered the room with the injectable drug which she shot into Paul's upper arm muscle. "I am afraid intramuscular injections are the best delivery mechanism for this drug Paul. I will also prescribe Progesterone which is another once a day pill. Between these three drugs I am confident we can get your hormones back in proper balance within a few months." "You mean I am going to have to deal with this back pain for months Doctor Marks?" "These things do take time Paul. You will just have to accept that. Your new back support should make things much easier to manage Paul. I am going to write a prescription for a support garment which will keep your back nice and straight and take some of the pressure off your injured disc. And you will need to start wearing shoes with a higher heel Paul. Yesterday when you were walking on tiptoes your posture was in much better balance. If we can keep your heels up and your toes down you will find it much easier on your back." "I would rather not wear some goofy looking orthopedic shoes Doctor." "You can choose any style of shoe you want Paul. It just needs to have at least a three inch heel." "Where can I find men's shoes with a three inch heel Doctor Marks?" "I doubt that you will find any men's shoes that high Paul. I suggest you look in the women's shoe department. What size do you wear?" "I am a size nine." "That is equivalent to a size ten in women's shoes Paul. Just find something you like in a size ten with at least a three inch heel and you should be fine." "Yes Doctor Marks, I will see what I can find." "That's a good boy. I will email my specifications for your back support to the medical supply shop. They will measure you for your garment and sew it to my specifications. Now, do you have any other questions Paul?" "I guess not Doctor. I can pick up my new prescriptions today and get started on that, and go get measured for my back support. And I guess go shoe shopping too." "Good boy. I will see you next week for your second injection." At the supply store Paul was measured from his neck to his knees. He was told he could pick up his garment in two days. He had no idea what the back support would be like, but knew that wearing it had to be better than going under the surgeon's knife. Paul drove to the local shopping mall to look for shoes. He wandered through a department store and tried to look casual as he glanced at the colorful array of girls shoes on display. He was struck by the large variety of styles and colors. By comparison, men's shoes are pretty boring. They are either black or brown, lace up or slip on, and they all have about the same heel height. A female clerk came up to Paul and asked if he needed any help. Paul said he was looking for a present for his girlfriend and thought a new pair of shoes would be a nice gift. "What style are you looking for Sir?" "I am not sure. I want something pretty plain in brown or black. Oh, and the heels need to be at least three inches." The clerk escorted Paul to look more closely at a variety of styles. He spotted one black lace up shoe that was styled almost like a man's oxford except that it had a high block heel. "Do you have those in a size ten?" "I will check Sir. They also come in dark brown and cordovan." Paul realized that if he was going to be wearing heels every day, he needed more than one pair. "Let me see all three colors please." The clerk came back with three shoeboxes. The shoes were all of identical style in black, brown and cordovan. With tax, the bill came to just under $300. Paul took his purchases and headed home to try on his new shoes. At home Paul opened a shoe box and removed the black pair. He started putting the heels on over his white cotton crew socks, then realized he would need to wear black dress socks with the dressy looking shoes. He changed socks and used a shoe horn to put the women's size ten heels on his men's size nine feet. They fit snuggly and were a little tight in the toes as they were narrower than the shoes he normally wore. Paul laced the oxford style heels tightly and made his first attempt at walking in high heels. He was a bit unsteady but after a couple of laps around his apartment felt that he could manage wearing them without falling on his face. Paul was curious and used a tape measure on the heels. They were right at four inches high. In these shoes Paul's five foot nine inch frame would be measure six foot one. Paul considered that and got a smile on his face. He had always wished he were taller, thinking that would attract more girls to his bed. He thought maybe these high heels would improve his sex life as well as his bad back. Standing before a mirror Paul realized that in the new heels his pants looked too short. He wanted his pants to cover the high heel so that people would not be aware that he was wearing girl's shoes. He decided to go back to the mall and get new pants and jeans consistent with the heels he now had to wear. He was normally a 32-30 in pants. He calculated that if he bought 32-34 that should be about right. The new pants did work much better. They covered all but about the bottom half inch of his four inch heels. If you looked closely you could tell he was wearing heels, but it was fairly inconspicuous and Paul hoped he would avoid public embarrassment over his new shoes. The next two days passed uneventfully. Paul faithfully took his hormone medications each morning. He still needed pain pills, but not as often, suggesting his back was getting better. He wore his new heels and pants to work and no one seemed to notice the change. Paul found it better to take smaller steps in the heels, so had to walk faster to cover the same ground as before. He liked the fact that the heels made him look taller and perhaps slimmer as well. On Friday afternoon he went to pick up his new back support. He was escorted into a fitting room. The middle aged female fitter told Paul to undress. Paul sat and removed his high heels, trying to stay between the fitter and his shoes so she could not see them. It was awkward and embarrassing but if she did notice, the fitter did not say anything. The back support looked to Paul like a long corset. The fitter held the garment open and showed it to Paul. It was all white and made of a shiny satin like fabric. She wrapped the corset around his torso. From the hips upward the garment was back lacing and had a front opening which could be closed by fitting a series of steel buttons on one side into corresponding steel holes on the other half. She pulled the front of the garment closed and fastened it. The garment fit from the midpoint of his hips to just under his nipples. Two wide shoulder straps ran from the top front of the corset, crossed behind his back and fastened to the top back of the garment. Garter straps dangled down from the bottom of the corset. He thought it odd that they would go to the trouble of sewing garter straps on a man's corset. Once he was all in, the fitter turned Paul around and began to lace him tight. The lacing took some time. When she was finished Paul's stomach and chest were tightly compressed. His breathing was restricted. She told Paul to walk around and let the corset settle in. Paul walked around the room in his bare feet. It felt odd now walking without his high heels, and Paul found himself walking on tiptoes as he had done in Doctor Marks' office. After walking around a bit the fitter untied the knot in the laces and began to pull more lacing out, further tightening the garment. Finally she pronounced him properly laced and tied off the laces in a tight bow once more. She took a cloth tape measure and wrapped it around his waist. He was now laced down to 28 inches from his normal 32. She then had Paul sit on a stool while she put stockings on his feet. The stockings were long nylons like girls sometimes wear. The fitter explained to Paul that these were support hose and had been specified by Doctor Marks. The stockings fastened to the eight garter straps which pulled them tight and snug. The fitter told Paul he could get dressed and she left him alone in the fitting room. Thankful for the privacy, Paul put his shirt back on and pulled on his new 32-34 Jeans. Of course the jeans no longer fit right. They were alright in the seat, but the waist was much too large now. Paul put his high heels back on, thankful to no longer be barefoot and 4 inches shorter. He wrote a check for his corset and the six extra packages of support hose the fitter handed him. The bill came to a bit over $800. The fitter gave Paul instructions for wearing and laundering the garment. Paul was surprised to see that he was supposed to wear it day and night and even to sleep in it. He was only to remove it for bathing, and would need to be tightly laced like this a minimum of 23.5 hours a day. On the way home from the supply store Paul decided to stop at the mall again and see if he could get some better fitting pants. He went through stacks of jeans looking for a 28-34. The closest he got was 29- 34. He went into a dressing room to try them on. While the waist may have been acceptable, the jeans were too tight in the butt. He could not even pull them all the way on. He put his old jeans back on and went out to put the new ones back on the shelf. He wandered around looking at other jeans. There were several racks of jeans that were in numbered sizes like 6 or 8 or 10 rather than waist and inseam dimensions. About that time a female sales clerk came up to Paul and offered her assistance. He asked her what the waist and inseam numbers would be for the numbered size jeans. "What size is her waist?" "My ... her waist is about 28 inches." "And how tall is she?" "Ah ... she is tall; almost as tall as me in her high heels." "A size 8 tall should fit her fine Sir. Let me show you some." He picked out three pair of size 8 tall jeans. Paul wished he could try them on but was too embarrassed. He figured if they did not fit, he could always exchange them for a different size. "Could you show me some dress pants as well?" The clerk showed Paul a wide range of colors and styles all in 8 tall. Paul selected three pair of a nice wool fabric in navy blue, grey and dark brown; thinking those were the sort of pants he could wear to the office. When Paul arrived back at his apartment he anxiously tried on a pair of his new jeans. In his corset the girl's jeans really were a much better fit. They were nice and snug at the waist, but cut large enough that they fit his butt as well. He tried on a pair of the dress pants. Paul had not noticed it at the mall but the dress pants zipped at the left side rather than in front. He figured if he wore a sport coat over them no one would notice the difference. The dress slacks also were a good fit. As Paul looked at himself in the mirror he rather liked the new image. His waist was smaller and that at least created the illusion of a larger chest and bottom. The new pants hung just right and covered most of his high heels. Paul decided to go out for something to eat. He grabbed his keys and wallet. That is when he realized his new dress pants did not have pockets. He switched to a pair of the size eight jeans which did have pockets for his wallet and keys. After dining out Paul went to a leather goods store. He needed some kind of bag in which he could carry his keys and wallet when he wore the dress pants. He selected a small leather bag in black. It had a long strap so it could be carried over a shoulder. Paul realized it was essentially a girl's purse, but he could not think of any other way to carry the things for which he no longer had pockets. His first few days in the corset were fairly uneventful. While the garment was certainly not the least bit comfortable, Paul was pleased that it seemed to be helping his back. The corset held him ram rod straight and seemed to stretch his back as it compressed his stomach, thus relieving the pressure on his injured disc. The longer he wore the corset the more his body seemed to adapt to the new restrictions imposed upon it. Paul noticed that the corset not only improved his posture and helped his back but it also compressed his stomach in a way that he had to eat less at each meal. It simply took less food to fill him up. Paul did not really like wearing the support stockings which he had to wash by hand every night. His leg hair matted under the tight stockings and you could even see some hairs poking through the fine fabric of his stockings. During his first few days in high heels Paul's feet and calves got sore, but with time his body seemed to adapt to exclusively wearing four inch heels. And he did like the fact that the heels made him look so much taller. Paul thought about going out and trying to get laid again. But with his bad back and having to stay laced in the corset, Paul decided to postpone any sexual conquests for now and contented himself with masturbating once or twice a day. A full week went by and Paul was once again in the waiting room at the offices of Doctor Helen Marks. After sitting almost half an hour in the aptly named waiting room, Paul was finally escorted to an examination room where he waited another half hour before Doctor Marks entered and greeted him warmly. Paul was upset about having to wait for her like that, but decided not to say anything this time. "Hi Doctor Marks. It is nice to see you again." She was wearing a white lab coat over a pair of grey slacks and black low heeled shoes. Paul was in his new navy blue pants and his black heels, with a light blue dress shirt. "Take off your shirt and pants Paul. I want to check your back support." Paul obliged, removing his shirt first. He then unbuttoned the waist band of his pants, lowered the side zipper and let them fall to his feet. He stepped out of the pants and stood facing Doctor Marks in nothing but his corset, underpants, stockings and high heels. Doctor Marks made a show of examining the corset. She turned Paul to face away from her and checked the laces on his corset. "Your laces need to be quite a lot tighter Paul. You are not going to get adequate support unless the corset is worn as tight as possible." Paul reached behind his back and untied the bow, pulling out additional lacing and bringing the two sides of the corset closer together. Doctor Marks stood silently as Paul tightened and retied his corset laces. It was not easy working behind his back like that but with practice Paul was getting more adept at the lacing task. "Sit up on the examination table please Paul." Paul sat on the high table with his feet hanging over the side. Doctor Marks put a hand around Paul's right ankle and pulled his leg out straight. "Those are very pretty heels Paul. How are you managing in them?" Paul did not like her reference to his shoes being pretty. Men do not wear pretty things. "I am doing alright Doctor. It was really hard walking in heels the first couple days but I seem to be getting used to them. In fact if feels a little weird now when I take them off and walk flat footed" "You really should not be taking your heels off Paul. That is not good for your back." "I only take them off when I go to bed at night Doctor Marks. Otherwise I am wearing heels all day long." "I know this may sound silly Paul, but it would really be better if you wore heels in bed as well. They will help keep your feet at the proper angle and make wearing them during the day even easier." "Yes Doctor. I guess I can wear them to bed if you really think that will help. I suppose the only time I really have to go barefoot is in the shower." "Actually you do not even have to be barefoot in the shower Paul. Get yourself a pair of plastic heels; something that will not be damaged by water. I know they will not be very fashionable, and you will probably not want to wear them in public, but they will be perfect for the shower. That way you will never have to be out of high heels again." "Yes Doctor Marks. I will see if I can find some plastic ones then." "Have you laundered your corset yet Paul?" "No Doctor Marks. I thought I would wait until Saturday." "Yes that will be perfect Paul. Your second corset will be ready by then, so you can stay tightly laced while this one is being washed and dried." "I am getting another corset Doctor?" "Yes you are Paul. You need at least two in order to be laced full time. Your corset will need to hang and drip dry after you hand wash it. The will take the better part of a day, so it is essential that you have another to wear during that time." "Is it just like this one Doctor?" "It is identical in design and size Paul, but I took the liberty of ordering it in a light blue fabric thinking you might like a little variety in your undergarments. How do like wearing stockings Paul." "They are not really very comfortable Doctor. But I guess they do give good support." "You may find them more comfortable after you shave your legs Paul, so the hair does not mat under your stockings. It is rather unsightly as well. You will look so much nicer once you get rid of all that ugly hair." "Yes Doctor if you think it will help I will shave my legs." "Next time you take your corset off you should also shave any body hair which is under the corset Paul." "Yes Doctor. I guess it will not hurt me to shave something more than my face." "Good boy. Do you have any questions for me Paul?" "Yes Doctor Marks. I was wondering. You said for me to get heels a minimum of three inches. The ones I picked out are actually four inches high. Would I be better off in just a three inch heel?" "Absolutely not Paul. I was very pleased to see you choose something higher than the minimum. When it comes to rebalancing your posture and taking more stress off your back, the rule to follow is the higher the better Paul. Now that you are getting used to walking in four inch heels, your next pair should be five inches. Some girls can even manage in 6 inch heels which would be ideal for your back, but you might find them too challenging for every day wear." "Yes Doctor, I will see if I can find something higher next time I go shopping." "When you go higher you may need to go with a stiletto heel instead of a block heel. I doubt if you will find any man-tailored shoes much higher than the ones you are wearing. Now if there are no more questions let me give you another injection of Estradiol Valerate and you can be on your way." Paul winced from the hypodermic needle as another dose of slow release female hormones entered his body. He thanked Doctor Marks, made an appointment for his next weekly injection and went home to shave his body hair. Paul shaved his legs until they were nice and smooth. Then he put on a clean pair of nylons and put his heels back on. He decided he needed to get out of the house. In the past that would have meant a trip to some bar to pick up a piece of ass. Now it meant a trip to the shopping mall to look for girl's shoes, size ten. He went back to the department store where he had purchased his first three pair of heels. The same clerk waited on him. She looked down at Paul's feet. He was sure she spotted the heels he was wearing. "How may I help you today Sir?" "I am looking for some new heels; something with a five inch heel or higher." "We have a good selection Sir. Let me show you a few." The clerk showed Paul a wide range of styles and colors but as Doctor Marks had predicted, they all had spike stiletto heels. And nearly all of them had a narrow pointed toe. They were not the kind of shoes Paul thought he could wear in public or to work. "Don't you have any like these ... like the ones I bought last week ... for my girlfriend?" I am afraid not Sir. If you want a higher heel you are pretty much stuck with stilettos with pointed toes. That is the current fashion." "OK let me see something in black; something plain without a bunch of decoration on it." "You are a size ten if I recall Sir." Paul felt his face flush with embarrassment. "Yes, I am a size ten." "Don't worry Sir I sell lots of girl's shoes to men. You are not the only guy who likes to wear heels." The clerk went in back, returning with two shoe boxes. She opened one box and took out a very plain classic styled stiletto pump in black size ten. She sat on her stool and put Paul's right foot on the angled part of the stool. She unlaced his four inch oxfords and used a shoe horn to slip the stiletto on. She repeated the process with his left foot. Paul looked around nervously but there were no other customers nearby. He stood tentatively. It was much harder for him to balance in the stilettos since the surface of the heel was so small. He walked around a little with wobbly ankles. He returned to his seat. "How tall are these heels?" "These are five inches Sir. The others I brought are Italian and have a 15 centimeter heel. That works out to 5.9 inches. That are the highest heel we sell Sir." Paul thought back to Doctor Marks' comment about the higher the better. "Let me try the higher ones please." The clerk slipped the 15 cm heels on Paul's nylon covered feet. He stood and walked a little. His feet were bent down at a very extreme angle and Paul could feel the added tension in his calves. Walking in them was very challenging, but the shoes seemed to fit him perfectly, though his toes were pressed rather tightly together in the narrow pointed shoe. "I will take these. Do they come in any other colors?" "Let me see what we have in stock Sir." She returned a few minutes later carrying three more shoe boxes. "I have your size in white, red and navy Sir, as well as the black ones you tried on." Paul knew that he could wear black and navy, and maybe even white in the summer, but he could not recall ever having seen a man in red shoes. I will take the white and navy but not the red." "Since you are such a good customer and are already buying three pair, I can make you a really good deal on the red ones Sir. If you buy the other three pair at $129 I can give you the red ones for just $50 more Sir." Thinking he could at least wear them at home Paul said, "Fine, throw in the red ones too then." "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. I appreciate your business. Come back any time Sir." "Yes thank you. You have been most helpful as well as discrete. Oh I almost forgot. I need something in plastic; something which can be worn in the shower." "I have just the thing Sir. They were sort of a fad for a while, but are out of fashion now. I think I have your size. They are on sale for only $10." "Great. Throw them in as well." When Paul got back to the privacy of his own apartment he tried on his new 15 cm heels. He wore the black ones the balance of the evening. His feet hurt from the greater angle to which they must bend in order to stand or walk in a nearly six inch high heel. He wore them to bed as Doctor Marks recommended though when he lay down he no longer needed to point his feet down as he did when walking. The next morning Paul removed his heels, stockings and corset. He had placed the new plastic heels at his bedside, so was able to change into them without walking shoeless. They were not as high as the new stilettos, but were higher than his old four inch heels. He walked naked to the shower, enjoying his few minutes of freedom from the tight confines of his corset. After showering Paul took his razor and shaved all the hair off his chest and belly. Then he put his corset back on and laced it as tight as possible. He debated wearing the 15 cm heels to work, but felt that he was not yet practiced enough. He also worried about how people would react seeing him in these decidedly feminine shoes. He knew the doctor had ordered him to wear the higher heels but he doubted it his boss would consider that acceptable work attire for a male employee. So Paul dressed for work as he had done the past week, with a pair of four inch lace up oxfords, size 8 tall slacks and a cotton dress shirt. He noticed that his shirts were now baggy around his smaller waist and wondered if he could find any that would fit better. After Paul arrived at work, his boss said he needed to see him. "Paul, I have gotten several comments from other staff about the way you are dressing." Paul related the story of his riding injury and how his doctor had him in a 'back support' and wanted him to wear higher heels in order to shift his balance for his back's sake. "I appreciate your explaining why you are dressing this way Paul, but that does not take away from the fact that it is disruptive to our office routine. What if an important client saw you dressed like this Paul? That is not the sort of corporate image I want to project." "But I do not have any client contact in my job Sir. I am an analyst. I just sit in my cubicle all day and crunch numbers on my computer." "I know Paul, you are a damn good analyst, and I do not want to loose you, but I just can not let you work in the office anymore." "Are you firing me Sir?" "Hell no Paul I don't want to fire you. I am asking you to consider working from home; becoming a telecommuter. I need your work Paul. I just do not need your visibility." Paul's face brightened. He still had a job, but no longer had to be seen in public. He could wear his 15 cm heels all day and night and no one would know or care. It seemed the perfect solution. "Yes Sir that would be great if I could set up my home computer and do the work from there. I would save on transportation costs, and the company would have an empty work station here in case you hire someone new. It seems like a perfect solution to me Sir." His boss extended a hand and they shook on it. He suggested Paul take the rest of the day off, and by tomorrow they would have the network reconfigured so Paul could work from home. Paul went home and immediately put on his new stilettos. When he walked in them the heels clacked rather loudly. He actually enjoyed the sound of his spike heels clicking against the tile floor of his apartment. He puttered around, did some reading and fixed a small salad for lunch. The medical supply store called to tell him his new corset was ready for pickup. He drove over to pick up his second corset. Driving wearing 15 cm heels was challenging; indeed just about everything was more of a challenge in the skyscraper heels. He was in and out of the shop in a couple minutes and no one seemed to notice his stilettos. When Paul got home he decided to put on the new corset so he could launder the old one. As Doctor Marks had mentioned, the fabric was a pale blue. There were little white pinstripes running vertically. Paul remembered reading somewhere that vertical stripes make you look thinner while horizontal ones make you look fatter. Paul liked the idea of looking thinner; of loosing some weight. Out of habit he weighed himself every morning on his bathroom scale. For years Paul had weighed 145 plus or minus a couple of pounds. For his five foot eight inch frame 145 was not fat, but it certainly was not thin either. This morning he was down to 140. He attributed it to his reduced stomach capacity; to the fact that he was eating a lot less than before getting corseted. He liked the idea of dieting and loosing more weight. Over the course of the next several weeks Paul settled into his new routine as a telecommuter. His work output actually increased as there were fewer distractions from phone calls or gossipy co-workers. He saw Doctor Marks once a week for his injections. She complimented him for wearing the new stilettos and said she was certain they would help his back to heal faster. Paul kept taking his hormone medications. He stopped using pain pills which was further evidence in his mind that Doctor Marks' treatment plan was working. Paul arranged for the stable to sell his horse as he felt that resuming riding would be much too risky for a man with a back injury. With the money he was saving from no longer commuting or paying for the care and feeding of a 900 pound horse, Paul was saving a substantial sum each payday. Of course there were the added doctor bills, and he had spent a considerable amount of money on his new corsets and high heels, but net- net, Paul had never been in such a positive cash flow situation. Paul continued to avoid the social scene and had not had sex with any girls since his injury. He gratified his sexual needs with masturbation. At first he had done it twice a day, but more recently he seemed less interested in getting off, and only did it once a day. One morning about six weeks into treatment Paul began to manipulate his penis as usual. His erection seemed smaller than normal. Paul jerked his penis until his arm got weary. He finally gave up, figuring he must still be tired. He tried masturbating again that evening, and again the next morning but with no success. At his next weekly appointment with Doctor Marks he mentioned his little problem. "Oh that is nothing to worry about Paul. It is a normal side effect of your hormone therapy. I was rather surprised it had not happened sooner. We are giving you hormones in order to help relax your back muscles Paul. Unfortunately the hormones also relax that muscle between your legs if you know what I mean." "You mean I can no longer have sex Doctor Marks?" "Of course you can still have sex Paul. It will just be a little different that it was before I put you on hormone therapy." "How can I have sex if I can not get an erection Doctor?" "There are other ways to please your partner besides poking a hard penis into her vagina Paul. You still have your hands, your lips and your tongue." "Yes I guess I could still get a girl off that way, but what about me Doctor. How do I get off?" "Actually there are a couple of ways you can still enjoy sex Paul. While your hormone regimen may desensitize your penis, you should find that your breasts and your nipples are become more sensitive." "You are right Doctor Marks. My nipples do seem sort of tender and sensitive these days. In fact they have gotten rather sore just from where my shirt rubs against my nipples." "You will also find that anal stimulus is quite pleasant Paul. Even if your penis remains flaccid you should be able to experience a very pleasant orgasm from anal stimulation." "Anal stimulus? You mean like sticking my finger up my asshole Doctor?" "Yes Paul, your fingers or perhaps an anal plug or a dildo. Of course the most satisfying anal stimulation would come from a real penis." "I am not a queer Doctor Marks. I like girls, not guys." "Yes Paul, I am sure you are not ready for a real penis up your rear yet. But you may want to experiment with some kind of anal stimulation. I think you will be pleasantly surprised. Now please take your shirt off. I want to look at those sore nipples of yours." Paul removed his dress shirt. The tight corset pushed some flesh up and out the top of the corset. It created a little cleavage; created the illusion that Paul had small breasts. Doctor Marks carefully examined both of Paul's nipples. Paul got all goose bumpy when she touched his nipples. "You are right Paul. Your nipples are rather red and swollen. I think you need something to support them; something to keep your shirts from rubbing on them and making them sore." "What do you suggest Doctor Marks? Do I need to start wearing undershirts?" "No an undershirt will not really help. Please do not take this the wrong way Paul, but what you really need to do is start wearing a bra." "A bra! I can't wear a bra. Its bad enough I have to wear corsets and high heels 23 hours a day. But a bra? No way." "Have it your way Paul. I was only trying to be helpful. Wait until your nipples are rubbed raw and bleeding if you want. Just try to remember that if your nipples are really bothering you a bra will take care of your problem." "Fine, I will keep that in mind Doctor Marks." Three days later Paul bought his first bra. Doctor Marks was right. The bra supported his breasts and protected his nipples from the abrasion of his dress shirts. Before going bra shopping Paul used a cloth tape to measure his chest which was about 36 inches. He did a little shopping on line, not wanting to have to deal with store clerks in the ladies foundations department. He was not really sure what to buy but ordered a rather plain white bra in size 36A. Since he really had no breasts other than what the corset created, Paul figured the smallest cup size would work best. When the bra arrived and Paul tried it on, he was surprised that he more than filled the A cups. The bra fit tight but 36 seemed to be a good size. He went back on line and ordered two more bras; this time with a B cup. Paul continued his vain attempts at masturbation, but with every day that passed his erections became smaller and smaller. Paul actually thought his penis was shrinking in size. It was a very frustrating time for Paul. He felt horny; he wanted to get off, but his damn cock just would not cooperate. Paul went on line again, looking at some of the more adult oriented shopping sites. He was amazed at the depth and variety of "ass tools" available on line. He remembered Doctor Marks had suggested an anal plug so that was the first thing he focused on. He had no idea what style or size he should order and wound up buying a set of three anal plugs which the marketers had creatively labeled small, medium and large. When the anal plugs arrived Paul opened the packing and selected the smallest one. He washed it and put a little baby oil on it before pushing it up inside his rectum. He was expecting something unpleasant, but it actually felt quite nice to Paul to have this foreign object embedded in his bottom hole. He left it inside his bottom and sat at his computer to work on a spreadsheet. It was not like he was having an orgasm, but the plug filling his ass really did feel nice. He thought about Doctor Marks' remark about how a real penis is the best form of anal stimulation. He imagined in his mind that the thing in his asshole was a penis. But in his imagination the penis was attached to a girl, not a guy. There was a girl with a penis who was shoving it into Paul's butt. As Paul sat at his computer fantasizing about being fucked in the ass by a girl, he reflexively squeezed his anal sphincter against the hard rubber plug filling his ass. To Paul's pleasant surprise he felt the throbbing pulse of an orgasm. While his penis remained flaccid, he could feel his emission dribbling into his underpants. It felt almost as good to Paul as fucking girls did back in the pre- injury days. The weeks passed by rather quickly. Paul kept busy with work most of the day. He had worked his way up to the large anal plug and found that he was having orgasms from anal stimulation almost every day. His breasts and nipples remained very sensitive and it seemed like he was now almost filling a B cup bra, even though his weight had dropped to only 135 pounds. At his next weekly appointment with Doctor Marks Paul mentioned his weight loss. She had Paul remove his heels and stand on the exam room scale. She confirmed a weight of 136 and a height of 5 foot 7.5 inches. Paul had always said he was five foot nine but supposed that he had shrunk some since high school. Doctor Marks got on the computer and pulled up a Body Mass Index calculator. Inputting Paul's height and weight she computed a BMI of 21.0. "You are still quite a bit heavier than I would like to see Paul. The more weight you carry around the harder it is on your back." "How much should I weigh Doctor?" "Let me see. I would like to get your BMI down to about 18.5 which is at the low or thin end of 'normal'. I calculate your ideal weight at 120 Paul. You need to loose another 16 pounds." "I think the last time I weighed 120 was in Junior High Doctor." "Doctor's orders Paul. For the sake of your messed up back I want you down to 120 pounds. If you loose a pound a week you can be there in only 16 weeks; about four months." "I guess a pound a week is not that bad Doctor. But I do not want to starve myself. Since my injury I really have not gotten much in the way of exercise, so it is going to be really hard to loose that much." "You are quite right Paul. I am afraid I have badly neglected your need for regular exercise. Starting today you are going to sweat off some of those excess calories." "I can't exercise in a corset and stiletto heels Doctor." "Of course you can Paul. It may be more challenging but I am sure we can develop an exercise program for you that will keep you nicely toned and help you loose weight at the same time." "How Doctor. Its not like I can go to the gym dressed this way." "I would recommend a treadmill Paul. You can exercise for a couple of hours every day right in your own apartment." "Yes Doctor. I guess I could walk on a treadmill for exercise, even in a corset and heels. I will buy one today and get with your program." Doctor Marks took a prescription pad and scribbled some medical hieroglyphics on it, handing it to Paul. "This is a prescription for something to help suppress your appetite Paul. That should make dieting a bit easier for you." "Thanks very much Doctor Marks. I appreciate that." Paul ordered a treadmill delivered to his apartment. He filled the diet pill prescription and began taking them every day. His appetite did seem to be dampened and at his daily weigh-in he noted a slow but steady decrease in weight. He walked on the treadmill for an hour a day, covering over two miles of distance. It was hard walking in 15 cm stilettos and a tightly laced corset, but Paul knew that his health and well being depended on him maintaining his body condition. The most difficult part of Paul's new lifestyle was when he had to appear in public. Although he spend most days in his apartment, he still was seeing Doctor Marks once a week for an injection, and he still had to buy groceries and deal with the every day business of life. Contact with others was so humiliating that Paul made every effort to avoid being seen in public. He started ordering groceries and other necessities on line for home delivery. He did his banking on line. And of course he worked five days a week as an analyst also on line. Three weeks passed during which Paul's only public outings were his weekly appointments with Doctor Marks. She was in fact his only source of human contact during that time. As his doctor gave him his weekly injection she asked Paul how he was doing. Suddenly everything came rushing in on him and Paul broke down and began to cry hysterically. "It's terrible Doctor Marks. I hate going out of the house. You are the only person I have any contact with at all. When I go out in public people look at me like I am some kind of freak. I feel so alone Doctor. I hate my life." "Paul when you go out in public people perceive you as a boy wearing girl's clothing. With your appearance you draw attention to the fact that your gender and attire are in conflict. We both know that with your back, you can not go back to dressing in male clothing. It is essential that you continue to wear your corsets and high heels." "But I feel humiliated when in public Dr. Marks. I do not want people to think I am some kind of freak or queer or whatever." "As I said Paul, the problem is that you look like a male who is wearing female garments. That is the attention grabber. The solution is really quite simple Paul. You need to dress so that people see you as a female, not as a male. When I walk down the street I am wearing clothing not unlike what you wear Paul. But I do not attract attention. People glance at me and they see a girl wearing girl's clothing. That is perfectly normal. The solution to your problem Paul is to take on more of a feminine persona. That way you will blend in; you will no longer stand out." "A feminine persona? What do you mean Dr. Marks?" "Right now I see a boy named Paul. He has a short masculine haircut. He is not wearing any makeup. He is not wearing any jewelry. He is wearing a boy's shirt with girl's pants and heels. The image is full of conflicts Paul. Now, try to imagine yourself with a new image. Your name is Paula. You have long fashionably styled hair. You are wearing makeup. You are wearing jewelry; pierced earrings and a necklace and bracelets. Your fingernails are polished. You are wearing a pretty blouse and skirt. When you speak, your voice has shifted to a higher octave. You are the same person but the image you convey no longer is conflicting. You are "normal" now." "But Dr. Marks, I don't want to be a girl." "Think about it Paul, or should I say Paula. Right now you tell me you are miserable. You have no social life. You are becoming a recluse. Wouldn't it be better to be perceived and accepted by others as a girl, rather than as a boy who wears corsets and stockings and high heels? Wouldn't it really be better if you could live a 'normal' life as a girl rather than your current conflicted situation? Think about it Paula. I only want what is best for you. I want you to enjoy a happy and fulfilling life. Given your medical condition, it seems clear to me that accepting a feminine role in life will be the right path for you." "That just seems so extreme Dr. Marks. I do not know anything about wearing makeup or girl's jewelry or skirts!" "I will be happy to help you make the transition Paula. All you have to do is ask. You go home and think about it. Think about your future. Think about finding happiness. Think about being 'normal'." "OK Dr. Marks. I will think about it. Maybe you are right. Right now my life sucks big time. There has to be a better way. I will think about it." Paul went home and thought about it. While the idea of living as a female still seemed alien to him, the logic of Dr. Marks' suggestion was compelling. He desperately wanted to be able to once more walk down the sidewalk and blend in. He wanted to have a social life; to go out with friends; to date; to have some kind of sex life again, even though he knew it would be physically different from his pre-injury life. He thought about it for three days before calling Dr. Marks to tell her he wanted a more feminine persona. She arranged to meet Paul after office hours and began a lengthy gradual process of furthering Paul's feminine transformation. Dr. Marks took Paul shopping. He acquired wigs. She bought him makeup and instructed him in the art of using it. She had his ears triple pierced and bought finger rings and bracelets to match his new ear studs. She added to his wardrobe, buying skirts, blouses, dresses, slips and more bras and panties. As his feminine wardrobe reached completion Dr. Marks insisted he dispose of all his male clothing. It took three trips to the charity drop box to rid Paul of all male pants, shirts, shoes, suits, etc. At that point Paul had no choice but to dress as a girl. Initially Paul was terribly self conscious appearing in public in skirts and makeup, but with time and practice his confidence rose as he realized that he was in fact passing as a girl in public. Dr. Marks arranged for an attorney to legally change his name from Paul to Paula. He got a new driver's license in his new name. The photo showed Paula in a long blond wig; the gender on the license was "female". Six months passed with Paula living as a girl 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Dr. Marks continued her hormone treatments, and Paula took on more and more of the physical characteristics of a girl. Her breasts grew to a lovely C cup size. Her weight continued to drop thanks to dieting, exercise and medications. Dr. Marks recommended that Paula undergo some cosmetic surgical procedures to give her face a more feminine appearance. Her nose, her ears, and her Adam's apple were altered. She had surgery on her vocal cords which raised the pitch of her voice and gave her a sweet little girl sort of tone. Paula thought back to the start of her feminization process. It all began when she elected a treatment plan for her back injury which would avoid surgery. Now she was agreeing to a whole series of surgical procedures, none of which would have been necessary had she simply had her back fixed surgically in the first place. Yet Paula had no real regrets. Living as a girl she increasingly thought of herself in a female context. It felt right for her. When she thought back to the days when she was this stud who used women for his own pleasures, Paula felt shame. Now she could see things from the girl's side. She came to realize that her old life was hollow and empty. Of course Paula still had a penis and testicles, though she no longer was capable of erections and could only achieve an orgasm from anal penetration and stimulation. She came to resent her vestigial male parts and gave serious consideration to taking the final step toward womanhood by having them removed. Under the protocols, she would have to live as a girl for another six months before she could be a candidate for gender reassignment surgery. At his next weekly appointment Doctor Marks took Paul's hand in hers. She gave him a comforting hug. "I have an idea Paul. Why don't you come to my place tonight? I can make us some supper and we can have a nice chat. It will at least get you out of your apartment for a few hours." "That sounds wonderful Doctor Marks. I really do need to get out of there for a while or I will go crazy." "Great. Since you are my last appointment of the day, we could drive over to my place right now Paul; it is high time you had a little change of scenery." Doctor Marks lived in a large four bedroom home in an upscale suburb. She gave Paul a quick tour of her home and then opened a bottle of wine, pouring them each a glass. They walked into the living room. Paul sat on the couch and Doctor Marks sat beside him. They chatted about a variety of things, but Doctor Marks avoided talking about Paul's medical condition or his self image issues. After a second glass of wine Paul was starting to feel a little mellow. Doctor Marks held his hand, turned and kissed Paul on the lips. He responded positively and soon they were both undressing each other. Helen removed Paul's blouse, skirt, bra and panties, but left him tightly laced and still in stockings and high heels. She allowed Paul to remove all of her clothing and he saw her naked body for what he thought was the first time. Helen reached between Paul's legs and played with his shrunken little penis, but it failed to respond. She then played with his swollen nipples, lightly pinching them before taking one in her mouth and nibbling on it. Paul responded by fondling his doctor's breasts and then reaching lower toward her wet and open pussy. He inserted a finger and began to pleasure her. "Use your mouth darling Paula." Paul slid off the couch and knelt between her open legs. He buried his face in her warm trough and using his tongue brought Doctor Marks to a screaming orgasm. When she recovered she resumed playing with Paul's nipples. "That feels so good Doctor Marks. It is wonderful to have physical contact again. I have not been with a woman since my injury. I need this." "Your doctor will take good care of you Paula. She knows just what you need." She got up from the couch and walked naked down the hall to her bedroom. She turned and motioned for Paul to follow her. Once inside she opened a drawer and took out her strap-on dildo. Black leather straps went around Helen's waist and between her legs. An obscenely large black rubber dildo stuck out from her loins pointed up at the angle of an erect penis. "Suck on it Paula; get it nice and wet." Paul knelt on the bedroom floor, licked his lips and began sucking on the dildo until it was covered with his saliva. "Get up on the bed Paula. Kneel on all fours." Doctor Marks came from behind with her knees between his spread legs. She reached for some lubricant that was on the night stand and wiped it over her rubber cock and over Paul's rosebud. She slowly penetrated him, pushing back and forth until the full eight inches of artificial cock filled Paul's asshole. She fucked him hard, and he came hard. Paul had the most incredible orgasm of his life. His own shriveled penis never did become erect although it did discharge a little fluid when he reached his climax. What Paul felt was much closer to a female orgasm than to the ejaculation of a male. When it was over they lay face to face. Helen's nudity was pressed against Paul's bare breasts and still corseted body. "I love you Doctor Marks." "That is the second time you have said that to me Paula. The first time was five years ago. You were a lying bastard who would say anything to get into a girl's pants. What is it this time Paula?" "You mean I ... you and I had sex before. I am sorry. Things are so different now. I am so changed. I really do think I am in love with you Doctor Marks. I really do." "Good girl Paula." "Doctor Marks, do you think someday I could be a ... a real girl?" "Of course you can Paula. I have already booked our trip to Europe for your reassignment surgery. It will be a long and painful process, but within a year I doubt if anyone from your days as a male will even recognize you." "You mean you want to ... to cut off my cock and balls Doctor Marks?" "Of course I do silly girl. I have no use for your disgusting boy parts. Oh, by the way Paula, since we are not at my clinic and since our relationship is no longer that of doctor and patient, you may drop the formalities of calling me Doctor all the time." "Then may I just call you Helen?" "No Paula, that is a bit too familiar for the kind of relationship we shall have. You may call me Mistress." "Yes Mistress, I love you Mistress."