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Transforming Bobbie It was a typical Monday morning. I woke up, showered, dressed for work and had a glass of orange juice. Everything was fine and then suddenly I felt a "pop" in my lower back followed by a great deal of pain. It was not the first time my back had gone "out" but it was by far the worst time. I called in sick. Then I tried to sit or lay or find some way to ease the pain, but there was no position which would give me any relief. My wife Mary came downstairs. "Why are you still here? You should be off to work by now." "Something is wrong with my back. I can barely move." "Well that is a new excuse; faking a sore back so you can sit around all day. You are such a lazy shit, sometimes I wonder why I put up with you." "But Mary, I am not faking. I am really in a lot of pain here." "Hum. I have a good notion to ... I am going to make a phone call. You just sit tight." "Yes dear." Mary went into the den to make her phone call. Her outburst accusing me of faking my back pain was so typical of Mary. She was always finding fault with me, always being hypercritical. I could hear her talking in the den, but could not follow the conversation. In a few minutes she returned to the kitchen where I was sitting painfully. I made you an appointment with a friend of mine. You will see Doctor Helen Rosen at 10:00 am today. If you really do have a sore back, she can help you, but you damn well better do as she says. Do you understand?" "Yes dear, I understand." Mary gave me Doctor Rosen's office address. Her office was only a couple miles from our apartment. I arrived at the address about fifteen minutes early. It was a rather non-descript suburban office building populated by lawyers, accountants, dentists and Doctor Helen Rosen, MD. I checked in at the reception desk and was given the usual new patient forms to fill out. There was a health history questionnaire, some government mandated junk about privacy, and a medical release form authorizing Doctor Rosen to treat me for my problem. As I sat filling out the paperwork I noted the empty waiting room was rather faded and drab looking. The magazines were dog eared and dated. The receptionist could be described in a similar fashion to the magazines. The whole worn out image of the place gave me a bit of concern, but of course she was licensed to practice and Mary knew her, so I figured it would be ok. At exactly 10:00 am I was called into Doctor Rosen's office. She was a woman probably in her mid forties. She was petite in build and very fit looking. She was wearing a dark grey pants suit with jacket. As she stood to greet me I noted she was wearing high heels. The heels made her a couple inches taller than my five foot seven. She introduced herself and shook my hand firmly; perhaps a little too firmly as her strong grip hurt my hand. I took a seat and she began to ask me a series of questions, some of which were directly related to my back problem and others only peripherally so. "So, Mr. Harper, your wife says you are having low back pain?" "Yes Doctor Rosen, I woke up this morning and the pain was so bad I could hardly move." "Have you had similar episodes in the past Mr. Harper?" "Please call me Bob. I am not much on formalities. Yes the first time was a couple years ago Doctor. I was horse back riding; trotting, when something popped like this morning." "You ride horses. That is very interesting Bobbie. What style of riding?" "Um, I ride English Doctor Rosen; do a little jumping in fact." "Sitting on a trotting horse can be very damaging to the spine. I have had a number of patients with similar problems." "Were you able to help them Doctor Rosen?" "Oh yes I certainly was. And I am sure I will be able to help you too Bobbie, as long as you comply with my plan of treatment and do what is necessary for you to get better." "Yes of course Doctor Rosen. I will do whatever it takes if you can just make this back pain go away." "That is excellent Bobbie. This morning I will gather diagnostic information and then after lunch we can discuss your treatment plan. How does that sound Bobbie?" I was a little annoyed that she kept calling me Bobbie. My name is Robert, but I have always answered to Bob. Bobbie sounds so child like or feminine. "Um, that sounds great Doctor Rosen." Doctor Rosen rose and left her office, motioning me to follow her into an examination room. She directed me to strip naked and lay face down on the table. Using her hands she probed along my spinal column as well as my shoulders and my legs. I rather liked the way she was probing and touching and examining me. I started to feel the beginnings of an erection, and quickly tried to think of other things so as to not embarrass myself. After the hands-on exam, Doctor Rosen took a series of X-rays, running from my neck to my knees. Then she drew a blood sample and gave me a cup to pee in for a urine sample. I was dismissed about 11:30 and told to return at 2:00 pm. I ate a leisurely lunch at a nearby cafe. I got back to Doctor Rosen's office about 1:30. The waiting room was empty. It certainly did not seem that she had a very busy practice. I sat in the waiting room until precisely 2:00 when the receptionist directed me back to Doctor Rosen's office. "Well Bobbie you do indeed have a problem in your back. Two of your discs are compressed, which is pinching nerves and causing your pain symptoms. Once we begin to decompress those discs, your pain should diminish and eventually go away entirely." "That sounds great Doctor Rosen. How do you decompress a disc?" "There are a number of possible approaches Bobbie. If you had called an orthopedic surgeon, chances are he would want to do back surgery, fusing your vertebra. Most chiropractors would want you to come in every day or two for a course of spinal manipulation. However, my recommendation for you Bobbie is that we follow a very low risk non- invasive treatment plan. First of all, I will prescribe a support garment which when worn will help to stretch your back and reduce the weight carried on your damaged discs. The second phase of treatment is to encourage a number of lifestyle changes which will benefit your damaged back." "What do you mean, lifestyle changes Doctor Rosen?" "What do you weigh Bobbie?" "Oh, about 150 pounds; between 150 and 155." "And your how tall are Bobbie?" "I am five feet seven." Doctor Rosen turned to her computer and typed something at the keyboard. "Your body mass index at 155 pounds is 24.3. That is right on the edge of being overweight. With your damaged spine, you really need to be at the other end of the scale Bobbie. I want you to carry a healthy weight and not be in the underweight category, but your back will certainly appreciate having to carry less of a weight load." "How much should I weigh Doctor Rosen?" She punched some more numbers into her computer. "When you get down to 120 pounds you will be at the low end of the normal range with a BMI of 18.8. I am going to set that as your weight target for now Bobbie. Once we get to 120 we can reconsider whether to go any lower or not." "One twenty! I have not weighed that since I was a freshman in high school. You seriously want me to loose 35 pounds Doctor Rosen." "Yes Bobbie. I am very serious about my patient's welfare." "Well if that will help fix my back pain, guess I better go on a diet." "Do you do a lot of your own cooking Bobbie?" "No Doctor, I mostly eat out." "Fast food I suppose." "Yes I do a lot of burgers and fries." "Bobbie, from this moment forward there will be no more burgers and fries in your future. Is that understood?" "Yes Doctor Rosen, what ever it takes. I will follow whatever diet you recommend." "Good girl! I am sure we will get that excess fat off in record time." Good girl? I guess it is just an expression that females use. This dieting is not going to be fun, but her analysis makes sense. The less weight I have to carry around, the easier it will be on my back. "I am also going to put you on some medications Bobbie. Your blood work came back while you were at lunch. You have a rather serious hormonal imbalance which may be contributing to your back issues." "What do you mean Doctor?" "Your body is producing too much testosterone, and not enough estrogen Bobbie. Everyone, both male and female produces these hormones, but not always in the right proportions. In your case, I am going to give you something to slow down your testosterone production and while we supplement your estrogen." "I still do not see the connection between hormones and my sore back." "It really is quite simple Bobbie. By rebalancing your hormones, you will become a little less aggressive in your behavior. Your "maleness" will be dampened down a bit, while your feminine side will be enhanced. You will become more relaxed and submissive. I think a part of your back problem is tension, and these medications should address that. I know in speaking with Mary, there has been a lot of tension in your marriage lately, and I understand your work is also very high stress." "Yes my work is very stressful, and I admit that things have not been running very smoothly at home lately either. I guess maybe I do need something to help me become a little more mellow." "That is precisely right Bobbie. I am also going to prescribe a tranquilizer for you, to help you deal with the stresses in your life. And while we are at it, I am going to give you something to help suppress your appetite. That will make it easier for you to stay with your diet and get rid of all that excess fat you have been carrying." Doctor Rosen wrote out four different prescriptions and handed them to me. I could not decipher anything she wrote, but assumed that the druggist could. At the end of the consultation Doctor Rosen gave me two sealed envelopes. One was addressed to Mystic Foundations, which would be making my back support. The second envelope was addressed to Zimmer Health Food, where I was told to purchase my diet supplement. "I called to make an appointment for you at the Foundation store Bobbie. They will see you at 3 pm today for your measurements. The specifications for your support garment are in the envelope which you should give them when you arrive. You should have time between now and then to get your prescriptions filled at a drug store and to pick up your dietary supplement at Zimmer's. Do you have any questions Bobbie?" "No questions Doctor Rosen. Thank you for everything. Thank you for helping me." "It is my pleasure Bobbie. I look forward to seeing you on a regular basis now. You need to schedule your next appointment on your way out. Good day Bobbie." On the way home from Doctor Rosen's office I stopped at a drug store and had my four prescriptions filled. I then drove to the address of Zimmer Health Foods. I entered the store and handed the clerk the envelope. She went in back and returned with two cardboard boxes. Each box contained a dozen cans of some diet drink. Two boxes equaled twenty four cans, and I was told to drink one can a day, so I had a twenty four day supply. Next I drove to the address for Mystic Foundations. Mystic was on a commercial street, on the second floor of a retail building, above a meat market. I climbed the stairs and entered a rather messy workroom with lots of fabric and sewing machines and dress dummies. The proprietress greeted me by name and took the envelope that Doctor Rosen had given me. She opened the envelope and read its contents. She looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. She shook her head once and then chuckled. I was told to take all my clothes off and stand in the center of the room. She then got a measuring tape and a marking pen and began a series of measurements running from my neck to my knees. Every couple of inches she would wrap the tape measure around my torso and then write down the measurement. She put a series of ink dots up and down my chest and stomach as she measured my circumference. At the end she made vertical measurements of the distances between ink dots. She even made measurements in my crotch and my butt crack. I was very embarrassed that this total stranger was handling me in such an intimate fashion. Thankfully the seamstress was rather old and unattractive, or I am afraid my manhood might have saluted her. After nearly an hour of being measured and probed, I was excused. When I got home I opened the package from the drug store. The first bottle of pills was labeled Xanax. The label said to take one pill twice daily, but that up to six pills a day can be taken when needed. I checked on Wikipedia. Xanax is a drug used to treat anxiety disorders; a tranquilizer. Probably that will make me less tense; relieving some of my back pain. The next pill bottle contained Sibutramine which is an anorectic or appetite suppressant. That makes sense. If I have to loose 35 pounds, taking something to kill my appetite will certainly help. The third vial contained Cyproterone. My web check said that it was an antiandrogen, a drug which would reduce my production of male hormones. That must be to correct the hormonal imbalance Doctor Rosen talked about. The forth pill bottle was Estrace, a synthetic estrogen. I went ahead and took my first dose of all four drugs. Of course I felt no different, but then these things always take some time before they kick in. I opened one of the cases of diet supplement and put eleven cans in the pantry. I read the label on the twelfth can. There were lots of ingredients including various vitamins and minerals, but the principal ingredient was soybean meal which I knew was high protein and low in fat. Just then Mary came home from work. "Hi Bobbie." She never called me Bobbie before; always Bob, or when she was really mad at me Robert. "Hi Mary, how was your day?" "It was good. I spoke with Helen. It seems you really do have a bad back. I am sorry I was skeptical this morning, but you know what a slacker you are, so naturally I had my doubts." "Thank you dear. I am feeling a little better, but things are still pretty sore. Doctor Rosen gave me a very comprehensive examination. She put me on four different medicines and I have to start dieting because of my excess weight. Oh and they are making some kind of a back support for me to wear, to take some of the pressure off my spine." "That is wonderful news Bobbie. I want you to know that I will be here to help you; to support you in your back treatments. I am delighted to hear that Helen has put you on a diet. You really have let yourself get fat and sloppy. It is high time we make some 'home improvements' to your body." "I know it will be hard to diet and loose 35 pounds Mary, but I promise I will try my best." "You can bet on it Bobbie. I will make sure you keep your fat little paws out of my refrigerator from now on." That evening Mary grilled a steak for herself, while I had a glass of my diet drink. It had a chocolate taste which was not too bad. The texture was sort of gritty and unpleasant, but at least it was drinkable. It filled the hole in my stomach and provided me with the nutrition I needed, even though it was not a pleasurable way to eat. We spent a quiet evening reading and by 9 pm were both ready for bed. I slept nude as usual, while Mary wore flannel pajamas. In my mind I revisited the day's activities. I sensed that today was something of a turning point for me. My lifestyle was changing, and I felt that the changes were positive, for me and for my marriage. I began to feel an erection growing. I turned toward Mary and began to softly stroke her stomach and her thighs. This was my signal that I wanted to have sex. Most nights Mary would ignore me and turn her back toward me. Tonight she lay on her back and opened her legs. My hand went to her pussy where I stroked and caressed her. I pulled the sheet back and rose to mount her. Her hands came up to my head. She held my head between her hands and gently but firmly pushed my head down toward her pussy. I got between her legs and licked her to an orgasm. Then I rose, expecting to penetrate her with my penis. She pushed me away and rolled onto her side, closing her legs to my advances. I knew there was no point in continuing, so I got up and went to the bathroom. I washed her smell off my face and brushed my teeth. My erection had not gone away. I quietly walked to the toilet, got on my knees in front of the toilet bowl and jerked myself to a climax. I returned to our bed and was soon fast asleep. I managed to go to work on Tuesday, but was still in a lot of pain. I left early as Doctor Rosen had scheduled me for a 4 pm appointment. When I entered her office I was surprised to see Mary sitting in the waiting room. "Mary what are you doing here?" "Oh hi Bobbie. How was your day dear?" "It was ok. I am still having a lot of back pain, but at least I went through the motions today. Thanks for asking." At that point Doctor Rosen's receptionist called us in. Mary and I were taken to one of the exam rooms. There was a cardboard box about four feet long and six inches square sitting on the exam table. Doctor Rosen entered. She and Mary embraced each other fondly. I was not even aware that they knew each other, but obviously there was some history between them. "Hello again Bobbie. Get undressed for your weigh in please." With Mary and Doctor Rosen watching my every move, I rather self consciously removed my shoes and every stitch of my clothing. I stepped on to the scale and Doctor Rosen adjusted the balance beams. The scale balanced at 156 pounds. I was a little heavier than I thought. So now I have 36 pounds to loose. "Your first support garment is ready Bobbie. I have ordered two, so that you can wear one while the other is laundered. The second garment will be finished in another day or two. I asked Mary to join us as she will be assisting you with your support garments and needs to know the proper protocol. We start with a liner. This is a spandex tube that fits from your armpits to mid hip. The purpose of the liner is to protect the support garment from your sweat and body oils. You will put on a clean liner every morning. The support garment may be worn for several days before needing to be laundered." Doctor Rosen handed me a silky feeling tube which I was told to put on over my head like you would a T shirt. At the top of the tube were two spaghetti straps which went over my shoulders to hold the liner up. At the bottom of the tube was a heavier fabric flap which went between my legs from front to back. After pulling the flap between my legs the flap fastened to the back of the tube with six little hooks and eyes, like the hooks on a woman's bra. Once the flap was fastened, my penis and balls were pulled back between my legs and there was no visible bulge at the front of my crotch. "How does the liner feel Bobbie?" asked Doctor Rosen. "It seems fine Doctor, but it sort of compresses my sex organs if you know what I mean. It is nice and soft and silky. And it fits like a glove because it is so stretchy. "Good girl. Now let's get you into your new support garment." Doctor Rosen took my back support out of the package. The garment was made of a heavy cotton twill fabric, almost like canvass. It was built in two symmetrical halves. The two halves laced together at the center of my back, and fastened in front with a series of steel posts that locked into matching steel holes. There were a series of metal stays running the length of the garment. They were spaced about two inches apart at the top and bottom but were closer together at my waist where the garment narrowed considerably. The front locking part was called a busk. There were two wide shoulder straps which crossed in back. With Doctor Rosen's assistance, I put my arms forward and she slipped them through the shoulder straps. The back laces were very loose, so she was able to fasten the front busk of the support garment. My back support ran from just under my armpits down to mid hip, basically covering the same territory as the liner. After the busk was fastened Doctor Rosen turned me and began to pull out the laces, slowly tightening the garment and compressing my stomach and ribs. As she pulled and tightened it, I could actually feel some relief of the pressure which had been causing my back pain. "Doctor Rosen it seems to be working. My back pain is less now. The support seems to be stretching me; making me a little taller as it squeezes my stomach and ribs." "Yes Bobbie that is precisely why I prescribed this for you. I am pleased that you are getting relief so quickly. Walk around a little now and let the corset settle in. Then I will do a final tightening of the laces, and you and Mary can be off." Corset? She called it a corset, not a back support. I guess it is pretty much the same design as a corset, but built for a different reason of course. I suppose it is easier to just call it a corset than to say back support or support garment or whatever. I walked around the small examination room for a few minutes. The corset did seem to "settle" a little, and then Doctor Rosen gave one final pull to the laces before tying them. Once the corset was laced closed, she folded the extra laces into a sort of pocket in the back of the corset. Then she covered the laces with a heavy fabric flap that was sewn to one half of the corset and could be zippered closed on the other half. The zipper ran the full length of the garment, from bottom to top. Once I was zipped up I felt Doctor Rosen fumbling at the tab of the zipper and then heard a little click. I reached behind my back and could feel the outline of a small padlock which I knew secured the zipper so that it could not be undone without a key. Doctor Rosen then handed a small key to Mary. "I want you to keep him locked dear. Otherwise he will be tempted to loosen his laces or even to remove the corset. He needs to wear this for a full 23 hours a day in order to achieve the desired results. You may unlock him every morning so he can shower. Then you will make sure he puts on a clean liner and is properly laced for the day. Are there any questions Mary?" What about me Doctor? Do you think maybe I have a question or two? You can not expect me to wear this thing 23 hours a day. It is so damn tight I can barely breathe. I can't bend at the waist anymore. I feel stiff as a board. Mary said, "No Helen, I think you have covered everything. You can be assured that Bobbie will be laced 23/7 from now on. I will make certain of that. By the way, the corset seems to fit perfectly. Please give my compliments to the woman who made it." "Of course as she looses weight we will have to replace her corsets with smaller ones, but that is a normal part of the process. I know it is rather expensive, but the end results will justify the cost." I stood there in my new corset not knowing what to say. So I said nothing. I guess the pills I am taking are making me mellow, more accepting of things I would not previously have tolerated. At least my back does not hurt as much now. That is one good thing. "You may put your clothes on now Bobbie. I believe your corset fits well and it should cause you no problems. I will see you in one week for a follow up visit." "Yes Doctor Rosen. Thank you again for helping me." Bending at the knees because my waist no longer bent like normal, I picked up my clothes and began to get dressed. I stepped into my jockey shorts and pulled them up, although my bottom was already well covered between the liner and corset. Then I pulled on my jeans. They seemed a little tighter around my bottom while at the waist band they were a good three inches too big. "It looks like I will need to buy some new jeans. These do not fit right now that I am laced into my corset." Doctor Rosen said, "Yes Bobbie, you are going to need a new wardrobe. I would hope that you use this opportunity to start wearing some nicer clothes instead of those ugly blue jeans." I wanted to say something about her telling me how to dress, but thought better of it. "Yes Doctor." Mary and I each drove our own cars back home, arriving at the same time. "Bobbie those jeans look awful on you. They just do not fit. Why don't you try to find something that fits? I am going to pour myself a glass of wine." "That is just what I need Mary. I nice glass of wine to help take my mind of this awful thing I am wearing." "Sorry Bobbie dear, but alcohol is not on your diet anymore. The last thing you need is more empty calories. Now you be a good girl and go change your clothes." What is it with this 'you be a good girl' crap? She can be so negative sometimes. Damn it. You mean I can't even have a drink anymore? This sucks. I know it is for my own well being and all, but ... "Yes dear." So I went up to our bedroom and tried on just about every pair of pants I owned. None of them fit. For years I had worn a 34 inch waist and 32 inch inseam. Mary kept a sewing kit in our closet. There was a tape measure in it. I measured my waist on the outside of the corset. My waistline was now right at 29 inches. No wonder my pants don't fit anymore. Finally in frustration, I put on a pair of sweat pants with a drawstring at the waist. I went back downstairs. "Honey I could not find a thing that fits me anymore. My pants are all 34 inch waist, and I just measured myself and I am a 29 now in the corset." "You may as well take everything out of your closet and put it in the Goodwill box then. I can run out to the mall and pick up some new clothes for you." "Thanks Mary, I really appreciate that. I need something to wear to work tomorrow." "You said your waist is 29 now?" "Yes dear, I used the tape measure out of your sewing kit." Mary finished her glass of wine, grabbed her purse and headed out to shop for some clothes for me. I decided to pass the time by cleaning up the kitchen and starting some supper. By the time Mary returned from shopping I had dinner about ready and the table set. "Hello Mary. Were you able to find something for me?" "Yes Bobbie, I got you two pair of slacks and two new shirts. They might not fit perfectly, but they have to be better than the stuff in your closet." I opened the shopping bag and pulled out two pair of pants; one pair was navy blue and the other a dark grey. Sitting on a kitchen chair, I removed my sweat pants and tried on the blue pants. The fabric was softer than I was used to. It was a cotton-polyester blend where my old slacks were all cotton. I slid them up my legs and stood to button and zip them. The top button was on the left side rather than the right, but they fit just fine. When I stood, I noticed that they were a little bit too long for me, but I was barefoot and figured with shoes on the cuffs would not be as long. These fit great Mary. What size are they? 29-32?" "No dear, I got you a size ten tall." "Size ten tall? What the hell is a ten tall?" "It is a size ten with a little longer inseam dear. Size ten will have a 29 inch waist. You told me your waist measured 29, so I knew you would need a size ten." "Men's pants do not come in sizes like ten Mary." "I know that Bobbie. I did not buy you men's pants. These came from the women's department. You will never get a good fit in men's pants now. If the waist fits, the bottom will be too tight. If the bottom fits, the waist will be too loose. With your new corset shape you will get a much better fit in women's sizes than in men's." "Well I have to admit, they fit me really well Mary, but it just does not seem right for me to wear women's pants." "When you opened the bag and took them out did you know they were women's pants?" "No, they just looked like ... like pants." "And when you put them on, did you know they were women's pants?" "No. I mean the top button was on the other side, but no, I was more concerned about how they fit." "And when you wear these pants to work tomorrow is anyone going to come up to you and ask why you are wearing women's pants?" "I ... I guess not. I mean they look like ordinary pants to me." "Well then you really have nothing to worry about dear. There is no reason for you to get so anxious about a silly thing like that. Maybe you ought to take a couple Xanax to help you relax a bit more." "Yes dear, I am sure your right. It was just the idea that these pants were made to be worn by a female that bothers me a little. I will take a couple Xanax and try to stop worrying so much." "Good girl. You take your little pills and then we can try on the other pants and the new blouses." Blouses? She bought me blouses instead of shirts? Damn. I better take a chill pill and see how they fit before I get upset again. Like the pants, the blouses fit like they were tailor made for me. It was awkward getting them buttoned since the buttons were sewn on the left side instead of the right, but the fit was perfect. My new blouses had more of a taper at the waist and fit looser at the chest. Frankly, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I was pleased with the image reflected back. Taking five inches off my waist line really did make me look fit, and the rigid corset forced me to stand much straighter than I normally would. I turned to Mary who was watching me as I watched myself in the mirror. "Thank you Mary dear. Thanks for getting me these nice new clothes. They fit me perfectly, and I really do like how I look now. The corset does wonders doesn't it?" "Yes Bobbie the corset is a big improvement over the old you. I wish I had thought to do this years ago." After supper I cleaned up and ran the dishwasher while Mary did some office work in the den. I had been laced into my new corset for about six hours, and I was starting to wish it was off. I am unable to breathe deeply when laced, so it took very little exertion for me to become winded. Climbing stairs became an effort. Indeed everything seemed to take more effort after I was laced into my restrictive garment. The worst pressure seemed to be at the bottom of my rib cage. The corset was pushing hard on my lower ribs and I was getting quite sore as a result. The compression in my waist was something I was always aware of, but it was not in any way painful like my ribs. It seemed like the shoulder straps of the corset were pulling it up against the edge of my ribs. If I pulled down on the bottom of the corset, that seemed to relieve some of the pressure. I was hopeful there was some way to adjust the corset, so that it did not pull up so tight against my ribs. At bedtime I took off my new pants and blouse and carefully hung them in my closet. Mary was right. I may as well give away all of my old clothes as they certainly will not fit properly going forward. I slid into bed next to Mary. "Mary dear, the corset has become really uncomfortable. It is hurting my ribs something awful. Would you mind unzipping me so that I can take it off for the night?" "Yes I certainly would mind Bobbie. You heard what Doctor Helen said. You need to wear your corset for 23 hours a day, and I am determined to see that you do. Now roll over and go to sleep. This subject is not negotiable." "Yes dear." I slept fitfully. There was just no way to get comfortable with this restrictive garment crushing me in all directions. I tried sleeping on my side, my back, and even on my stomach, but the constant unrelenting pressure of the corset made sleep all but impossible. I finally did fall asleep for a couple of hours in the early a.m., but that was more from exhaustion than anything else. The alarm clock went off at seven as usual. I got up to go pee. Mary was still in bed and I had no idea where the key to the corset lock was. I got to the toilet and began to fumble behind my back to unfasten the six hooks of my crotch flap. I nearly wet myself but finally managed to uncover my penis for the first time since being corseted the prior afternoon. I had to sit to pee as the bottom edge of the corset prevented my penis from coming forward. It occurred to me as I was sitting relieving my bladder that sexual intercourse would not be possible in my corset. The front edge of the corset was cut so low that there was no way I could get an erection unless it was while my penis was pointing down between my legs; a physiological impossibility. When I got back to our bedroom Mary was up. She held the little key in her hands. I turned my back to her and she unlocked the padlock, unzipped my corset and untied the laces. Then I was able to pull enough laces out to allow the front busk to be unhooked and at long last, I was free of the restrictions of my corset. I took a long hot shower which seemed to restore me. I did the rest of my morning routine and was ready to get dressed for work. I had only been out of my corset for about half an hour, but I knew it was time to put it back on. I fastened the busk and then turned to Mary to be laced. She spent a good ten minutes carefully taking out the excess lacing, pulling the corset inexorably tighter around my torso. When she was finished and tied off the laces I would have sworn that I was laced even tighter than yesterday. I put on my new pants and blouse and slipped on a pair of black loafers. The pants were still a little too long and the cuffs dragged on the carpet as I walked. "Mary these pants are a little too long. Do you think they could be shortened?" "No Bobbie, it would cost more to alter them than the pants are worth. The best thing would be for you to wear a shoe with a higher heel. Then the cuff would drape fine." "But I do not have any shoes with a thicker heel Mary." "Well Bobbie the shoes you have on will have to do for today then. Just be careful when walking so you do not trip on your pants cuffs. I will pick up some new shoes for you today and that should solve the problem. You wear a men's size eight?" "Yes dear I wear a size eight shoe." My first day at work in a corset was relatively uneventful. A couple of people asked if I had lost some weight (I wish) but no one said a word about me wearing women's pants and blouse. The corset continued to wreak havoc on my lower ribs and by noon I was at wits end. I knew Mary would refuse to unlock my corset, so in desperation I called Doctor Rosen. I explained my problem and how if I pulled down on the corset it felt better. "There is a simple solution for this Bobbie. You may not have noticed, but there are eight fabric loops sewn around the bottom edge of your corset. They are there to allow garters to be attached. My recommendation is that you get a set of garters and some heavy support nylon stockings. When properly adjusted, the stockings will exert a downward pull on your corset, which will offset the upward pull of the shoulder straps. I am sorry I did not think to include them from the start Bobbie. But if you want to relieve the pressure on your rib cage, your best solution is to start wearing stockings." "Yes Doctor Rosen. I guess that does make sense. I do not particularly want to wear nylon stockings, but if that will relieve the pressure on my ribs I guess I really do not have much choice." "Good girl Bobbie. I must go. I have other patients waiting. I will see you next week." "Yes Doctor Rosen. Thank you very much for that tip Doctor." I had no idea where to buy garters or nylon stockings for that matter, so I called Mary at work. I explained Doctor Rosen's suggestion to her and she said that she would pick the necessary things after work. I hoped my sore rib problem would soon be solved. When I arrived home from work Mary was already home. I got a glass of water in the kitchen and took my pills. I did sense that the Xanax was making me less anxious and better able to cope with the changes in my lifestyle. And I noticed that I did not seem to have my normal appetite so the appetite suppressant must have kicked in as well. Mary came into the kitchen and gave me a warm hug, kissing me on the cheek. "Bobbie, I bought garters and stockings for you today as well as two new pair of shoes." "Thanks Mary, I really appreciate your shopping for me like that. I would not know where to begin when it comes to things like garters and stockings or any other women's things for that matter. I want to try the garters and stockings to see that helps my sore ribs." We stayed in the kitchen. I pulled off my black loafers and took off my pants. I really had not noticed them before but around the bottom edge of the corset there were a number of fabric loops for the purpose of attaching garters. Mary opened a package and eight garter straps came out. Each was a strip of elastic with a metal and rubber garter clasp on one end, and a little metal hook on the other end. She showed me how to hook the garter straps around the base of my corset. Then she opened a package of nylon stockings. They were black and almost opaque. She showed me how to roll a stocking down until I could slip it over my bare foot, and then unroll it up my leg. She demonstrated how the garter clasps worked and then let me hook the rest of the garters to my stockings. As soon as the stockings were gartered, I could feel a downward pull on the corset which, just as Doctor Rosen had said, relieved some of the pressure on my lower ribs. My legs certainly looked strange encased in the silky smooth black nylons. I could see my leg hair flattened under the stockings which I thought looked rather unattractive. Mary must have noticed the same thing. "Bobbie, if you must wear stockings I think it would be much better if you shaved your legs." "That is funny Mary, because I was thinking the same thing." "Then why don't you go up to our bathroom and use your razor dear. I am sure your stockings will feel much nicer once you get rid of all that nasty hair." "Yes dear, I will do that." And I did. I went upstairs, took off my stockings and lathered and shaved both of my legs. I even shaved the hair on the top of my feet. When my legs were dry, I replaced my stockings and reattached them to the eight garters. Mary was right. It felt much nicer wearing stockings once my legs were smooth. I returned to the kitchen where Mary was sitting sipping a glass of wine. I showed her my newly shaved legs and she gave her approval, telling me that I should plan on shaving at least twice a week. "Honey, you said you got me some new shoes. Could I try them on please?" "Of course you may Bobbie. They are in the foyer. Bring the boxes here and we can see how they fit." I found the two shoeboxes and started to carry them back to the kitchen. I noticed one was marked 'Nine West' and the other box was marked 'Boquete'. I had never heard of either brand. Both boxes were marked for a size nine, even though I only wear an eight. Back in the kitchen Mary told me to put my pants back on. Then she opened the first shoe box. It was a black slip-on style but had a very thick block heel. The heel must have been three inches high, and it looked like the shoes were narrower than what I normally wear. The toe tapered in and the front of the shoe was quite narrow. I held out my right foot and Mary carefully slipped the black shoe over my nylon encased foot. Surprisingly it fit me pretty snuggly in spite of being a size bigger than what I normally wear. She put on the other shoe and told me to try walking in them. I did a couple laps around the kitchen table as Mary watched me. The high heel took some getting used to. I felt so much taller than normal. I had always been rather self conscious of my shorter than average stature, and the idea of shoes adding three inches to my height was rather appealing. "See how much nicer your pants look with a higher heel Bobbie? This heel height goes much better with your new pants. The way the cuff drapes you really can not see that much of the heel, so I think you will look fine wearing them at work." "Yes dear. I like having a little extra height, and like you said it works better with my long pants." "Let's try on the other pair now Bobbie. They are not for work but more for at home wear." Mary opened the second shoe box and handed me a pair of black women's high heeled pumps with a narrow pointed toe and a stiletto heel that must have been at least four inches high. "Honey those are women's shoes. I can't wear something like that." "Don't be silly Bobbie. Of course you can wear them." "But they are for a woman Mary. I am a man." "Oh. I see. A man can not wear women's shoes. Of course you realize the slip-ons with block heel that you liked so well are also women's shoes. And you realize you are wearing women's pants. And a woman's blouse. And a woman's corset. And a woman's corset liner. And women's nylon stockings. But of course you can not wear a simple pair of high heels even though it would really please me if you did." "I am sorry Mary. I did not mean to upset you. I guess if you really want me to wear them I will try, ok honey?" "Bobbie I would not have bought them if I did not want you to wear them. Now stop being a silly girl and put them on." "Yes dear of course." So, with great reservation, I slipped a pair of black stiletto heeled pumps on my nylon clad feet. Then I stood and walked and modeled them for my loving wife. The block heeled shoes were fairly easy to walk in as the heel had a large surface area for balance. By contrast the stilettos only had about a quarter of an inch of heel touching the floor and balance became much more challenging. As I walked around the kitchen modeling my new stilettos for my wife I was very aware of the loud click of the heels on the tile floor. I spent the entire evening at home wearing my new high heels. It did not take long before my calf muscles were aching and my feet were sore. Finally it was bed time and Mary permitted me to remove the stilettos and undress for bed. I put my pants and blouse in the laundry basket and set my two pair of new shoes on the closet floor. Of course the corset stayed on, and I decided to leave my stockings on as well in order to keep my ribs from hurting so much. I actually slept much better my second night in the corset, although I was still far from comfortable. The next morning Mary unlocked my corset and I showered. I put on another clean liner and Mary helped lace and lock me back into my corset. I put on the gray pants, a white blouse and the new slip-on black shoes with the block heel. I stood while Mary inspected me. She pronounced me ready for work. I was quite apprehensive about wearing the higher heeled shoes at work, although I must say that my pants draped much better in them. No one said a word although a couple of times I thought I saw people staring at my feet. As I sat at my desk, I wondered what I would wear tomorrow. Clearly I needed more than two pair of pants and two blouses. After work, I decided to take the initiative and stopped at the local shopping mall to look for new clothes. I went into one of the department stores and wandered into the women's section. I found some nice looking slacks in size ten long and bought two more pair; one a light tan, and one in a dark green. Then I went into the jeans area and bought a new pair of jeans, thinking that I needed something to wear around the house besides my nice office pants. The jeans had some fancy stitching on the rear pockets which I found attractive. I did not dare try anything on, but knowing my size, I figured I was safe. Then I started to look at blouses. I needed something which could pass for a man's shirt but still had the right cut to fit my admittedly now more feminine shape. There were lots of pretty blouses with lacy collars and other feminine touches, but I was afraid they would not be work-appropriate. I finally settled on three blouses that were the least frilly that I could find. Two of the blouses were cotton, like my old shirts, but one was a very silky rayon fabric. I just loved the feel of that fabric. It reminded me of my spandex corset liners. I thought about going home to Mary. I had a sense that she would want me to wear the stiletto heels again. My pants pretty much hid whatever shoes I wore. I thought Mary might like it if wore something which would show off the high heels more. So, at the spur of the moment, I bought my first skirt. It was a nice wool skirt in a dark grey shade. I got it is size ten, hoping that skirts and pants both used the same sizing scales. I arrived home and opened my packages to show Mary what I had bought. She seemed very pleased that I had taken the initiative to buy my own clothing, and she approved of each item I had selected. Of course I saved the skirt for last. Mary insisted that I change out of my office clothes into my new skirt and stiletto heels. As I walked and turned to show off my outfit Mary smiled and complemented me on my taste in clothes. Having worn pants my entire life, skirts were a new experience for me. I actually liked the openness; the freedom of my skirt. It seemed less confining than wearing pants. And it certainly showcased my high heels and my stockings. The next day a package arrived. It was my second corset. The cut and design was identical to my first corset but the new one was much fancier. The fabric was still heavy cotton twill, but unlike my plain off white corset, this one was pink with a small floral pattern. It had lots of lace trim sewn around the top of the corset and on the shoulder straps. It came with eight garters already attached. The garters were pink to match the corset. I suppose that I should have been upset that Doctor Rosen ordered me such a decidedly feminine garment, but in reality I was pleased. There was something about women's clothing that I liked. There is such a great variety of styles and colors, the use of pretty fabrics, the way the clothes fit me, the feel of soft and silky material next to my skin?I just liked everything about these new clothes. That night Mary unlocked my corset and I changed into the new pink one. It was an identical fit to my first corset, and soon Mary had the laces as tight as her strength would permit. The laces were packed away, the back flap zipped shut, and the zipper locked. I admired myself in the mirror. The way the corset reshaped my body really was appealing. And the more feminine styling of my pink corset pleased both me and Mary. Over the next two months life settled into a routine. I wore one or the other of my corsets about 23.5 hours a day seven days a week. I continued to take the prescribed doses of my four medications. I had weekly visits with Doctor Rosen, where I would be weighed and examined. My weight steadily dropped. After nine weeks of dieting and corseting I had gone from 156 pounds to 138, so I was loosing an average of two pounds a week. At that pace I figured in another nine weeks I should be close to the 120 pound target set by Doctor Rosen. As I lost weight my corsets could be laced tighter. But once a corset is fully closed in back you can not make any further progress. At the end of nine weeks my corsets were fully closed, and the tape measure showed I now had a 27 inch waistline. Doctor Rosen explained that it was time for new corsets. The new corsets were made considerably smaller than my first set. When laced to a 27 inch waist, there was about a three inch gap in back. So if I lost enough more weight, and my body reshaped itself to the confines of the corset, I could eventually achieve a 24 inch waist. The new corsets were both very feminine in styling. One was a light blue and the other pink. They followed the same basic design as my original ones, with shoulder straps to pull my shoulders back and my chest out. I did notice that the new corsets seemed a little looser near the top about in line with my nipples. I did not mention this for fear Doctor Rosen would have them taken in and make them even tighter. During this time home life was good. Mary was still pretty demanding, but I did not seem to mind and basically went along with her wishes. Our sex life changed of course. The low cut front of my corsets prevented me from getting fully erect, so the only way I could have intercourse was if Mary removed my corset. That never happened, as Doctor Rosen insisted I needed to wear it full time, removed only for a short time each morning to shower. While my penis was basically a prisoner, Mary's sexual appetite seemed to increase. Rarely did a night pass that my head was not between her legs; my tongue serving her pussy. I suppose I should have complained about the one sided sexual arrangement, but I did not. If it got too frustrating I would just pop a couple more Xanax tablets and that would smooth things out again. My only sexual outlet was masturbation and the only opportunity to do that was in the shower when the corset was off. I was masturbating maybe three times a week at the beginning of my corset training. But by the time I got to the ninth week and was in my second set of corsets I was having difficulty masturbating. I would play with my penis, but it just did not seem to get very hard anymore. I suspected that the Cyproterone had reduced my testosterone levels so much that I stopped having erections. I would have to ask Doctor Rosen about that. I was in the tenth week of corset training. I was at work, wearing a new pair of size eight long tan pants, a pink rayon blouse, and brown front lacing oxfords with a four inch block heel. I was quite proud of the fact that with my weight loss I was now a size eight and that my tens were too big. My boss called me into his office and closed the door behind me. He looked me up and down, studying what I was wearing. "Robert, what the hell is going on?" "What do you mean Gary?" "Your clothes. Come on Robert. Pink blouses and high heels. You are a guy for god sake." So I told him about my bad back and wearing the back support. He said what about the high heels. I said I had to wear high heels so my pants would not drag on the floor. He laughed. He shook his head. And he fired me on the spot. He called a security guard who watched me pack a cardboard box of my personal things, took my ID badge, and escorted me out of the building. I drove home, changed into a skirt and high heels and started doing some laundry. When Mary came home I burst into tears. "What is the matter Bobbie?" "I lost my job. I got fired. I got fired because of the way I dress. Gary just did not understand why I have to dress this way; because of my back. He thinks I am some kind of transvestite I think." Mary wrapped her arms around me and gave me a warn hug. "Oh Bobbie, it is alright. You don't have to work in some stuffy office anymore. I make enough to support us both. I want you to stay home and take care of our house and take care of me. You do not need to be a "breadwinner" anymore. I want you to be my housewife. I will take care of you and protect you from the intolerant slobs like your boss." "Are you serious? Is it really possible that I can stay home, and be your house husband?" "My housewife dear. I want you to be my housewife." "Yes whatever you want to call it dear, but I would really love to work at home instead of in an office. I could dress the way you like me to dress, and not have to worry about the gender thing. I could keep our house spotless, and do all of your laundry, even the things I have to hand wash. I just hope you will not think any less of me if I am not bringing home a paycheck." "Oh Bobbie, I love you for what you are, and for what you are becoming. I did not marry you for a paycheck. I married you because I love you, and always will love you." I wiped my tears. We kissed and embraced. I slowly lowered myself to my knees, and wrapped my arms around her bottom pulling my face into the lap of her skirt. In a moment her skirt and panties were on the floor and my face was buried in her pussy. Mary quickly reached a climax and then a second one. Finally she released my head and I got up to wash my face and prepare our supper. Once I became Mary's housewife?she insisted I use that phrase?there were further changes. Mary decreed that I no longer wear pants, but only skirts and blouses. She culled most of the shoes I had worn to work as being too masculine, even though they were all women's shoes. I continued on my diet and medication routine. By the twentieth week I weighed 120 pounds. At my next appointment with Doctor Rosen she said I could safely loose another eight pounds, but that I should not allow my weight to fall below 112. In a few more weeks I weighed 112. I had lost all of my body fat and a fair amount of muscle mass as well. I was, quite literally a 112 pound weakling. The female hormones, combined with the lack of male hormones began to slowly work their magic on my body. My breasts began to swell. My nipples grew larger and became more sensitive. My waist continued to shrink, but I seemed to have more fat on my butt now. Mary insisted that I wear stiletto heels at all times, even when doing the laundry or standing at the ironing board. The heels got higher, until there was nothing in my closet less that a five inch heel. Mary bought me jewelry; rings, bracelets, and necklaces. She had my ears pierced; three studs in each ear. She bought me diamond earrings that sparkled in the light. She got me a diamond "engagement" ring and matching wedding band. As my hair grew longer, she sent me to a beauty parlor to have it cut, styled, curled and colored. I started getting manicures and wearing nail polish as my nails grew longer. I continued to serve Mary sexually with the only organ I had that could please her; my tongue. My penis no longer got hard. My balls seemed to be shrinking too. What I carried between my legs was useless. It was just something that got in the way. I started to keep my entire body hair free. I never was that hairy, but now I used an epilator to pluck every stray hair from my legs, my belly and my chest. Mary sent me for electrolysis treatments to permanently remove my beard. It was a slow and painful process but in time my face was soft and smooth and hair free. I learned to use cosmetics. Mary liked me in full makeup with vivid red lips, dark exotic eyes and blushing cheeks. By the time I reached 112 pounds my waist could be laced to 21 inches. But while I had the outward appearance of a fashionably dressed girl, there still were some tell-tale signs of maleness which Mary and I both agreed must go. Doctor Rosen arranged that I have surgery on my vocal cords in order to give my voice a higher more feminine pitch. My Adams apple was shaved; reduced in size. While the hormones had given me some breast development, I was still in the training bra stage, so we decided that I would get implants. I am now a D cup girl and proud of it. The final step was my castration. Mary wanted me to keep my penis, but get rid of my testicles. Doctor Rosen performed the procedure under a local anesthetic. At that point I stopped taking the Cyproterone as my body would no longer produce testosterone in any meaningful quantities. Then Doctor Rosen, Mary and her housewife Bobbie celebrated the end of my maleness with a dinner out. After dinner Doctor Rosen accompanied Mary and I back to our home. I offered my mouth and tongue to them both and both were sexually satisfied from my efforts. Shortly thereafter Doctor Rosen moved in with us. She and Mary shared the master bedroom and I was moved to the small guest bedroom. I was their wife, their maid, and in a sense their slave. Unlike Mary, who had never hurt me physically, Doctor Rosen was a stern disciplinarian and was quick to punish me for the slightest infractions. Strangely, I seemed to thrive under her control. I suppose Doctor Rosen brought out the latent masochism in me. While her spankings and canings were truly painful and brought tears to my eyes and screams from my throat, the punishments were at the same time erotic. Although my penis never again got erect, there was some inner pleasure almost like an orgasm which I would experience whenever I was subjected to her discipline. As I now look back on my transformation from boy to girl, from male to female, from husband to wife, from spouse to slave I have no regrets. As the song from some long forgotten musical said, "I enjoy being a girl."