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"How are you Janet," I said to a former classmate of mine in med school. The woman turned and looked at me. I stared up into the eyes of Dr. Janet Nichols. She was as alluring as ever. She was a tall woman 5'10," but seemed larger in the 2-inch heels she wore. Plain brown hair pulled back accented her still vibrant 38-year-old face. She smiled and leaned in and kissed me hello on the cheek. We had talked from time to time in med school. I was a higher achiever, finishing sixth in my class, but she always had a way of making herself the center of attention. We were never close, but she always let on that she had this understanding of me that even I lacked. I had helped her out a few times back in school, and she always hinted that she knew something about me that I didn't want out there. There was a lot of that then, so I never inquired. I had not seen her in years. This was first time I had ever encountered her at a conference. I wondered what she had been up to. I asked her, "Where are you working now?" She said, "I'm in a small family practice in Oregon. It's nothing extraordinary, but I like being my own boss." "That's a lot of stress though. I'm mean, who's looking after your patients now?" "Oh, my father's a retired doctor. His license is still valid, and he fills in for me when I'm out of town. He likes to get back in and help people now and then. How are you though?" "I'm good," I answered. "I'd ask where you were working, if I didn't already know." She said. "You know where I work?" "Of course. I've read your articles. If you do as good of job with your patients at the hospital as you do with your writing, you must be a tremendous doctor." I thanked her for her praise. We parted soon after and went about talking to others. Hours past before we met again. I was staring at an old picture on the wall. It was one of many. This one intrigued me most because it was a picture of nurses from the 1920's. The group of women were dressed in their dress whites that I longed to wear. It was my darkest secret and greatest shame that I liked to dress like a woman. I had done it on and off for years. My views on it seemed to change by the day. Sometimes I would dress whenever I could. Other times, I would go years without cross-dressing. The desire was still there, but there was more of an internal push to deny it. Three times, I built up a full wardrobe of women's clothes just to give them all to goodwill. Each time, I did so in the futile pursuit of fixing myself. I figured that if I purged myself of these woman's garments, somehow my cross-dressing would stop. It was the temptation, I would delude myself into thinking. Of course, it never stopped the desires and soon enough I'd be building a new collection of women's clothing, and my effeminate traits never went long without showing. "Still admiring women's clothing, I see," I heard Dr. Nichols say. I didn't quite know what to say or what she meant. I shrugged and said, "It's a good picture." She laughed and said, "You'd still like to get in their tights." It was becoming clearer to me that she was alluding to my secret. I looked at her askew. She cracked a smile and said, "You still don't think I know." "Know what?" She put her hand on her chin and said, "Let me explain something, Leonard. When we were in school together I noticed something about you." "What?" I interjected. "A few times, I saw you scratch your leg, and your pant leg came up to show off your shaved legs." I tried to deflect her suggestion, "Oh, that. No. I did that to get an even tan." "It was winter time," she continued. "Tanning beds, were big back then," I countered. She smiled and moved her hand over her mouth for a little bit before she continued, "Your eyebrows used to change shape in small, barely noticeable ways." Knowing that I used to thin out my already thin eyebrows, I said, "I was just trying to look presentable to the ladies." Then she said the words that rocked me, "I remember Lisa at the Madame's Inn." My face went white. I thought I was going to faint as she referenced my name from when I used to 'waitress' part time at a drag club during our time at med school. It was an infamous place, which no one from our school would dare go to for fear of being an outcast. It was a place that respectable people were presumed to avoid. Even if they did, the place was dimly lit. Besides, the other 'waitresses' and I had a deal that if we recognized anyone, the others would take the table. She noticed my trembling lips and fingers and said, "Don't worry, Leonard. I don't have anything against what you did. I never told anyone, and I'll never tell anyone here about it. I thought you were kind of cute in that bar maids outfit. I looked around to make sure no one heard her. I was relieved to notice that we were alone. I said, "Can you please keep that down?" She nodded and said, "It's no big deal." "It is to me. Do you know what people would think of me if they knew that I wanted to be a..." "A what?" "You know," I said as I motioned towards the picture. She smirked and said, "A nurse?" "Yes," I said quietly. She shook her head and said, "I never knew that." I looked at her, and she continued, "I just thought you wanted to be a girl." "That's part of it," I said. "Can I ask why?" I answered, "I think it had to do with my mother being a nurse. We were close, and I wanted to be like her. My father was distant, but my mother always showed that she cared for me. I went into medicine to be like her." Dr. Nichols looked me over and said, "I think I can help you." "Help me, what?" "I can give you your fantasy." I shook my head and said, "That's nice, but it's not going to happen." She smirked and said, "Hear me out. I work clear on the other side of the country. No one you know is there besides me. I've got two full time nurses on staff and they go on vacation from time to time. How would you like to fill in for one of them?" "That's nice, but I'm not interested in being a male nurse." She shook her head and said, "I remember Lisa. You've aged well. You barely look a day over 32. You've still have those effeminate qualities to your face. Lisa will do just fine as my nurse." I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry. I can't." Dr. Nichols put her head down for a second before she said, "If you change your mind before the conference is over, come and see me. I want you to remember though that you might not ever get this chance again. Think about it, Leonard." I zoned out as she walked away. I went back to my normal life at the conference. As I was listening to a speaker, my mind drifted to my conversation with Dr. Nichols. Every fantasy I ever had about being a nurse played out in my mind. Part of me couldn't believe I turned her down. However, another part of me was disgusted I was even considering it. Towards the end of the conference, I saw Dr. Nichols. I walked up to her on the sly. She looked at me and said, "Did you change your mind?" While my better instincts screamed no, my mouth said, "Yes." She smiled and said, "Give me your email, and I'll send you the information you'll need to do this." I nodded and gave her my email address. Once she had it down she gave explained a few things to me. "If you come to work for me for a week, I need you to know that I expect you to wear nurse whites." "The white dress and tights?" "Yes." "Nobody wears that anymore. It's ridiculous looking," I said trying to conceal my delight. "Well, if that's the way you feel, let's forget the whole thing," she countered. "No, no," I begged. I continued, "I'll do it." "Let's get some other things squared away with too, Leonard. You understand that you would be my employee?" "Yes," I replied. "You understand that I would not treat you any differently than my other nurses?" "Of course." "You would not be treated like my equal. Is that clear?' "Yes, Janet." "That has to stop." "What?" "I'm not Janet to you." "Who are you then?" "I'm Dr. Nichols. My nurses call me by title and name or just doctor. Is that clear? When you arrive, you will address me formally. Do you understand?" "Yes, Dr. Nichols." "Well, then, welcome aboard nurse." I shook her outstretched hand, and she walked away. I could hardly conceal my delight in what I had bargained for. A few days later, I got her email. She told me where to order my uniforms from. She gave me dates when one of her nurses was going on vacation, and I agreed to go there at that time. I was going to be working in her office a full week, Monday through Saturday. Back at my hospital, I put in for time off. My request was granted within a week. I made reservations at the motel closest to Dr. Nichols' office, for a car, and got tickets for the plane. I confirmed that it was really going to happen with Dr. Nichols and bought the uniforms online as well as a number of other woman's clothes. I had practically a full female wardrobe packed into my suitcases for my trip. I went to the airport the day before I was scheduled to start at Dr. Nichols. My stomach was in knots as the plane took off and what I was going to be doing fully set in. I was going to actually be a nurse. Not only that, I would be working for someone I went to school with and did better than. After we landed and I got my bags, I headed for the car rental agency. I picked up my car and drove to the motel. I got my room key and headed up to the third floor room. I opened my suitcase and took out all of my girlish articles of clothing. I hung them up in the closet and put them in the draws of the motel dresser. I took out my cosmetics, shampoo, and put them in the bathroom. I decided to give myself a femininity test run. I had already shaved myself the night before, so I dressed myself in a knee length, royal blue buckled skirt and a white blouse. I put on a pair of beige sandals I brought with me. I brushed out my long hair and applied a fair amount of makeup. I had years of practice so it was not a particular chore for me. A little lipstick, eyeliner and a little rouge go a long way to change your appearance. I smiled at the about average looking woman in mirror. I wasn't anything special as a woman. I wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but I wasn't ugly. I was average looking, nothing about me was especially beautiful or ugly. I was plain. I put on dark red nail polish before I left to go to the store. I put on a pair of women's sunglasses and headed out the door. I walked to my car en femme. It was such a rush to be strolling around in women's clothes in the sun light. When I reached my car, I drove down to a super market I passed by earlier. I walked into the store undetected. I headed for the razor aisle and picked out a ladies razor and some shaving foam for my body. I headed up towards the cashier. She didn't give me two looks. I was elated. I paid for the goods, and headed back to the motel. I was giddy when I got back. I had passed my first test as a woman. I knew I wasn't ready for a beauty pageant, but I felt I was passable enough to go out in public. I pulled out my purse and put my license and wallet inside of it. I wondered what would happen if I was stopped and a cop looked at my license. That would be a scene. I walked over to my closet and picked out the uniform I was going to wear the next day. I hung it by then hanger off a coat hook. The dresses were all the same so it's not like it made any difference, but I was eager to have everything ready for the following morning. I left my tights and my white shoes out too. I turned into bed early that night. I remember just waiting to drift to sleep as my mind raced with eagerness over starting my workweek as a nurse. The next morning, I awoke and got into the shower. I ordered breakfast through room service and ate it in the bathroom during breaks from doing my hair. It took me 30 minutes to get it right. When I finished, I put on my makeup and then turned to getting dressed. First, I glued on my breast forms and helped further secure them in place with my white bra. I placed on my white tights next before I finished by putting on my white dress. I felt ridiculous dressed all in white. No self-respecting nurse had dressed like this for years. I looked like a relic or something else out of its time. I stepped out of the bathroom and placed on my white sneakers. I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. I drove down to Dr. Nichols office. I pulled into her parking lot and stared at the building. I almost wanted to leave, but I had come too far. There was no going back. For the next week, I would be following in my mother's footsteps. I exited the car and walked hesitantly towards the office. I strolled around to the front door of the office and moved towards it. I stared into the office through windows that framed the door. It was a normal scene. I saw two women working behind the desk. I hesitated before I opened the door not knowing what to expect. I walked in and was spotted by the two women. The older one was a receptionist named Betty. She smiled and beckoned me towards the door to get into the staff and patient area. I heard the younger one giggling as she moved towards the door to let me in. The younger one was a 30-year-old nurse named Marisa. She was slightly shorter than me and beautiful. She had thick, dark brown hair with highlights. She had a trim body with c-cup breasts and a firm butt that was impossible to miss even beneath her loose fitting, pink scrubs. I was confused over why she was wearing them given that Dr. Nichols had been clear in wanting me to dress in an old-fashioned way. The girl sized me up before the receptionist came over and introduced herself. Betty was a nice woman. She was small, barely 5 feet tall. She was a little heavy, and I saw pictures of children around her work area. I introduced myself to them as Lisa. The two women looked to each other and smiled knowingly. They knew who I really was. At least, I hoped that's why they knew. I found out that I was right in quick order when Dr. Nichols stepped out and greeted me. Dr. Nichols looked imposing next to me as she stood in her 2-inch heeled shoes and dress pants. I slumped a little, making her slight height advantage seem larger. The girls looked up at her and Dr. Nichols said, "So you girls met our fill in nurse." I turned and looked at their smiling, nodding heads. Dr. Nichols looked down at me and said, "I hope you don't mind, Lisa, but I told them you're really a man and a doctor." "I don't mind," I replied in a meek voice. "Good," Dr. Nichols replied in a forceful voice before she continued, "I didn't want the girls wasting time here by speculating about what you really are. I don't think they would have guessed you've got a Y chromosome, but you might slip up, and I don't want that drama." "Okay. I understand, Dr. Nichols," I replied. Dr Nichols grinned at me and said, "In that outfit, you look like you came straight out of an old movie." I blushed and she continued, "Those dress whites are so ridiculous. I can't believe nurses ever wore them." I felt the need to interject, "Then, why did you ask me to wear them?" Dr. Nichols smile and said, "Because I know you want to." I heard Marisa snicker a little at the truth coming from Dr. Nichols mouth. Dr. Nichols gave her a stern look and Marisa clammed up. Dr. Nichols then asked, "Do you remember what I told you to do as a nurse?" I nodded. "Good, because I don't tolerate anything less than above average work," she replied. I nodded at her. I heard the door open to the office open at that moment. I saw the patient walk into the office. Dr. Nichols told me that he was my first patient as a nurse. I looked at him through the receptionist window. He was a stout man in his 40's. He looked very much like the type of guy that doesn't take well to cross-dressers, transsexuals, or anything of that nature. The doctor was ready to see him. I had to take the man's vitals. I was nervous as I walked towards the door. My arms got goosebumps. My knees felt weak in their white hose. I opened the door and said, "Mr. Sanders, you can come in now." He looked back at me for a moment and then stood up. He didn't say a word as I led him into an examination room. I turned away from him and felt his eyes on me. I was unsure what he was looking for. I wondered if he knew. I turned to him and greeted his smile. I took his blood pressure, temperature and checked his height and weight. He seemed not to notice what I was. That was a relief. I only hoped that everyone would be that easy. I took in and old woman next. As I was taking down her personal history, she said, "I haven't seen a nurse dressed like you are in many years." I tried to explain, "I'm a traditionalist, Ma'am." She shook her head and said, "I see what's going on." I almost fainted. I was going to be outed by a little old, white haired lady with the thickest glasses you could imagine. I managed the bravery to ask, "What's that?" The woman seemed to miss the quiver in my voice. She responded, "You're trying to land a husband dressed like that." I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I replied, "What makes you think that?" "I don't see a wedding ring. You don't look all that young. You're looking for a man to help you beat the biological clock so you're showing a little leg." I smiled at her and said, "You've got that right." She smiled and said, "Well, good luck. Men today just don't know how to treat a lady." "How so?" "They're rude; some don't even hold the door open for women. Men need to be men and that means being polite." I felt a little squirmish over the men needing to be men thing, since I was clearly a man trying to be a woman. I brushed it off, continued with her history and told her the doctor would be in to see her shortly. I did the same thing with a few more patients and put in my lunch order with the receptionist. The old woman's words stuck with me though. I could escape her claim that 'Men need to be men.' I clearly was falling below that standard. I only occasionally thought of myself as a man. I thought of myself as male. That was my genetics. I wasn't a man though in my mind. I was too girlish for that despite my sex. Shortly before lunch, I heard Dr. Nichols calling me. Dr. Nichols called me into an exam room to assist her with giving a boy stitches. I had done it myself hundreds of times, but, now, I was just her assistant. I stood beside Dr. Nichols as she stitched the boy up. I fetched what she needed. She seemed superior to me in everyway as she stood there in her white doctor's coat, heeled shoes, and pants. I looked at her admiringly as I was dressed in my ridiculous white dress, tights and shoes. There would be no mistaking who was the doctor in this practice. I was published in the New England Journal of Medicine, but there was no question that at that moment I was a docile subordinate to a family practice doctor. She finished with the boy, and I went back to dealing with another patient before lunch. When lunch arrived, the receptionist gave us notice. Me and Marisa sat down in a small break room where the employees ate. Marisa asked how I was enjoying my day. I filled her in on it. She smiled and said, "A little different from the big city hospital, eh?" I nodded a little concerned that Dr. Nichol's had told her more about who I was than she really needed to know. I tried to change the subject, but Marisa wouldn't let me. She asked, "Why would a doctor want to be a nurse?" "It's something I wanted to experience." "I could understand wanting to experience being a woman. I can. I had a guy like that at my high school. I think he calls himself Roberta, now. But wanting to be a subordinate in an industry where you're a top dog just strikes me a little odd." "Well, it's a little odd. I just like it is all." "You like being degraded?" "I wouldn't call it that." She shook her head as she ate her meal and said, "I wasn't calling my job degrading. I guess I was really trying to say that you like looking up the social ladder." "I guess so." "You guess so? Why else would you do something like this, if you didn't? People don't go from respected jobs to less respected ones for the hell of it." I conceded then that she was right and that I was enjoying it. She smirked and started to play with her hair a little. She had me where she wanted me. I was now putty in her hands. She could mold and play with me as she liked and knew it. She batted her long eyelashes at me like she was trying to attract me before she said, "It's nice to meet one effeminate guy who admits they like being that way." I could not deny that I was effeminate with a straight face so I shrugged and continued to eat. She clasped my hand and started to caress it. I felt a quick stirring in my tights. This girl could do anything she wanted with me. She said in a low voice, "You're hands are so small, smooth and girlish. You really are lucky." "Why?" I asked trying to hide my shame at my arousal being flamed further by her description of me in terms best suited for a woman. "Because you wouldn't pass otherwise. Your features all scream girl. You're so slight, almost waif like. Your facial features are smooth. You have almost no muscle tone. I doubt you look very manly when you dress like a man." Her words "like a man" spoke volumes to me. I could only aspire to be like a man. I wasn't really one, genetics aside. She smirked as she saw me contemplating her words. She was enjoying taking a doctor down a peg for once. We finished lunch and got back to our separate jobs. I made a few calls to refer some patients that afternoon to specialists and to get diagnostic tests, but the afternoon was otherwise much like the morning. I left that day for my motel room with a sense of relief and accomplishment. I had passed and done a good job for Dr. Nichols. Only the former was a concern going in, but the latter filled me with satisfaction. I always liked to help people. It was a key reason I became a doctor. I liked helping people as a doctor, but I enjoyed it a whole lot more in a dress. I picked up dinner on the way home at a diner. I got it to go. I felt strange waiting for the meal dressed in my dress nurse whites. I got a few odd looks. I even overheard one guy say that he didn't know nurse's still dressed like that. I smirked a little because not one of them let on that they thought I was a man. I paid for the dinner and headed back to the motel. I ate and watched the television when I finished. I went to bed early. I was tired. I laid in bed and felt oddly at ease with myself. I hadn't felt as comfortable as I did in years. I almost felt like I was finally myself. Like everything I had been before was some sort of show. I usually have trouble getting to sleep, but that night I fell to sleep after only a few minutes. My second day was much like my first. The only notable patient I saw was this old man. The elderly man was named Kyle Roberts, and I led him into the exam room. I greeted him and introduced myself as Lisa. I asked him, "Mr. Roberts, can you please take off that shirt, so I can take your blood pressure?" The dirty old man smiled and started to take off his long sleeve shirt and said, "Please, Lisa, call me Kyle." I shrugged and said, "All right, Kyle, if you wish." As I directed him to sit on the exam table for the first time, Kyle felt the need to ask me, "What's with the uniform?" "I'm just a traditionalist," I responded. He smirked and said, "I like this tradition." I rolled my eyes and proceeded to Velcro the cuff around Kyle's saggy arm. He smiled at me as I did it. He clearly enjoyed my touch. I was a little unnerved by the man. He leered at my breasts, or at least what he thought were my breasts. I smiled and read him his slightly elevated blood pressure before I wrote it down on the exam report. I called Kyle over towards the scale so I could get his height and weight. Kyle stepped onto the scale and looked down at me as I weighed him and took his height. As I bent over to write the numbers onto the exam report sheet, I caught him leering at my legs. I smiled uncomfortably as I finished writing them down. I knew that women were hit on by men all the time. I knew that this guy thought I was a woman, and that I was attractive. I was excited about both. I was alarmed at how excited I was about the man's lustful leers. 'What the hell's wrong with me?' I thought to myself. I knew I wanted to look like a girl, I knew I wanted to be at least a decent looking one. I didn't know why I was so happy to have my appearance validated by the lustful leers of a dirty old man. It turned me on, although I had not the slightest attraction towards the man. I struggled to keep myself from getting an erection as I directed the man to sit on the examination table again. I asked for his symptoms and why he came in. He was in for a refill of Viagra and to have his leg pain evaluated. It was hard for him to admit the first part. I had to almost pull it out of him. He did not seem to want to admit that to a woman. Once I got it, I decided to mess with him a little. Under the guise of getting medical information, I asked, "How many times do you have sex a week?" "Four, with my wife," he answered before continuing, "but if she looked like you still, I tell you, I would...." He trailed off and stopped with a smile on his face. I smirked at him and said, "I wouldn't tell your wife that." He nodded and said, "She knows how I am. She wouldn't care. I only look, I don't touch." I smiled and said, "Dr. Nichols will be in to see you shortly." I left the exam room and felt more confident in myself as I went to take in the next patient. That day, I sat and ate lunch with Marisa again, but Dr. Nichols joined us too as it was a slow day. Dr. Nichols asked, "How are you enjoying yourself so far, Lisa?" "I'm enjoying it, very much, Doctor." "That's good, girl." I smiled at her reference to me as a girl. That's all she referenced me as. My status as a male, doctor, and our time in med school together was completely avoided by her. She seemed to divorce me from who I was before I entered that office. She asked about my dealings with her patients and I responded appropriately. She was my superior, and I owed her respect. She talked down to me and Marisa, but I understood it. She was just showing her dominance. It came as naturally to her as it was unnatural for me. She was a queen, and I was a servant. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The following workday was like the prior ones and all the ones that followed. It was all patient histories, psychical exams, referrals, callbacks, and paper work. The most memorable part of the day came when Marisa invited me out to dinner. We each went to our separate places to change before we met up in a small Italian restaurant/pizza parlor. I had changed into a knee length floral print skirt and a pastel green t-shirt. I saw Marisa come in a purple t-shirt, a black cardigan sweater, and black leggings. Her legs looked amazing. I've rarely been that attracted to a woman. She stood next to me and smiled as she stared up at me. I was towering over her as I stood in my wedges, and she was only wearing flip-flops. As we were seated, she put her arm around my waist in a playful manner. The whole thing confused me. I did not know what this girl wanted from me. We got to talking about how I liked working for Dr. Nichols and about my job in the hospital. As we ate, she asked in a low voice, "Why do you want to be a girl?" I looked around to see if anybody heard her. Fortunately, no one did. I asked, "Can you keep that down?" "Sure, but I want to know," she answered. "I don't even know really. It's just always been a part of me. I've always been drawn to it. You know?" "How so?" "Women are works of art, and men are well...not." "Yes, but they're a utilitarian body type, and they're cute." "I'll take your word on that. I've never thought of men as being cute." "Really?" "Yes," I replied, wondering what she thought of me at that moment. "So you've never thought of being with a man." I cringed a little. I went to lie, but she gave me a disbelieving face before the words reached my lips. I decided to go with honesty at that moment. I shrugged and said, "I've fantasized about it. You know, being a girl and being taken by a guy. That's all it is though. I tried it once as an undergrad, but it wasn't for me. I don't like guys that way." She smiled and tilted her head a little. I ate as a brief period of uncomfortable silence hung over us. She broke it by asking, "So you like girls?" I smirked, laughed a little and said, "Yes." "Doing you think I'm hot?" She asked. "Who doesn't?" I responded. "Thanks, I'm sure you've been with lots of hot girls, right?" "No. I've..." I stopped myself from being too candid. "You've what?" She smirked as if she knew. "What do you think?" I asked. She leaned in and said, "You're a sissy and never got the courage to get a girl." I slumped a little and wondered how I was so transparent to her. She could see through me. She seemed to know everything about me. I nodded. She dropped the subject, and we went back to discussing work. As we paid the bill, she asked, "Would you like to come back to my place?" I looked at her askew. She shook her head with a smile and said, "Not for that silly." I smiled at my stupidity. She could never want that from me. She could have any man. Why would she stoop to me? I nodded my head and said, "That would be lovely." She told me to follow her car, and I did. I watched her green VW Bug intently and made sure that I didn't lose sight of it. It wasn't that hard. There were only a few people on the road, and she only lived about six blocks from the restaurant. I pulled up to the curb in front of her house and parked the car. I followed her in through her red, front door. She told me to take a seat on her couch. I did, and she asked if I'd like anything to drink. I said no, and she left to pour herself a glass of Ice Tea. She came back and sat beside me. She smirked and said, "I've got a proposition for you." "Shoot." "I'm a control freak, you know?" "Okay," I responded in a slow, hesitant voice. "I'm willing to make a trade with you." "What's the terms?" "I'll let you penetrate me once so you can feel what it's like to be in a woman, but you'll have to do something for me." I was startled by her statement. I wanted to do her badly. She wasn't quite offering me that, just a taste of it. I wanted to experience it, but I was more than hesitant about what it would cost me. I asked, "What do you get?" "I get to put you in a chastity belt." "A what?" I asked, either because I was perplexed or shocked. I'm still not sure. She giggled and said, "A chastity belt. It keeps you from getting hard like a man." I shrugged and said, "How long would I have to wear it?" "A day or so," she replied as she twirled her hair. I nodded and she asked, "Is that acceptance?" I nodded again as my eyes glanced at the floor out of shame. She almost shouted, "Wonderful!" I glanced up at her and she pointed me towards her bedroom at the end of the hall. I walked down towards it. I opened the door and saw her bed. She had floral bedspread and white walls. I heard her fumbling around for something as I walked towards her bed. I disrobed and waited for her on her bed. I felt humiliated about what I was going to do. I was humiliated about what I was. I was a sissy virgin, who was trading a piece of my autonomy for a brief feeling of what sex was like. I wanted to back out of it. I started moving towards the end of the bed when I saw the door move. Marisa came into the room dressed in a camisole. I almost fainted. She was that stunning. Any thought I had about backing out was gone. All I could think about was her. She slowly walked towards me with one foot being placed directly in front of the other. She leapt onto the bed and on top of me. She giggled as she kissed my cheek. Her body rested on top of my nude body. Even in bed she could not help, but make me feel embarrassed. She put her hands on my hairless arms and said, "So girlish," with a giggle. I blushed as my penis grew ever larger as it touched her thigh. She looked into my eyes and said, "Are you ready for a taste." I nodded slowly. She slowly raised her camisole revealing her glorious pussy. She straddled my cock and slowly lowered herself down. I moaned in pleasure at the simple feel of the initial penetration. She sneered at me and continued. She pushed herself down the shaft of my cock. As slowly as she went down it, she pulled off of it. My taste was over. I wanted more. She knew it too. She smiled and threw hair. She said, "I'm sorry, I only go for guys." I blushed as she reminded me that I was only a pretend man. I was not good enough for her. I knew it. I always knew it. My dick stayed hard with that thought in my mind. I saw Marisa walking away from the bed. I knew what she was getting. Still, the thought of having my orgasms controlled by her just made me horny. She came back with the odd-looking device. It had a key lock, but it looked strange as there was a flesh colored part to it. She asked if I was ready. I nodded, but my hard on prevented it from going on. I tried to make it go down, but the thoughts of being inside of her and being controlled by her kept my cock stiffened. After 20 minutes, Marisa had enough. I heard her breaking ice in the kitchen. She came back with a bowl filled with ice and water. I cringed as I knew what she was going to do. She placed the bowl on her bed and clasped my cock and balls. She thrust them into the cold icy water. It stung me. My manhood began to shrivel from the moment it hit the water. With the relief of being let out of the water, I missed Marisa clasping the belt. I did not look down as I felt my privates being positioned in the belt and heard the click. With the click, I peered down. My face went blank as I realized what the flesh colored piece was. It was a fake pussy. I was wearing a fake pussy over my chastity belt. My embarrassment over it caused my manhood to surge, but it was painfully restrained by the attached chastity belt. I cringed and asked, "What's the hell's with this" as I pointed at what appeared to be my vagina. "It suits you. You're a pussy, and, now, you've got one," she said with a giggle. I really couldn't counter that truthfully. I resigned myself to wearing it and asked, "How does it work." "It doesn't work. You can't enter it." I was shocked that she thought I wanted to penetrate myself or wanted someone else to. I responded with a huff, "How do I pee?" "Oh, through the vagina. That's why I took so much time hooking you up. You're locked up between your legs and pee comes right through the slit here." I looked at her with a mix of horror, interest, and lust. She looked into my eyes and said, "Now, you've got to sit, just like every other girl." I nodded. She caressed my hair and said, "Don't worry. You'll be free soon. You know what? Let's have a sleep over." "A what?" I asked. "A sleep over. Go get a clean uniform and come back here." "Seriously?" I asked. She nodded. I quickly dressed. I put on my bra and panties. I slipped on my breast forms and put on my skirt and top. I worked my feet into my wedges and headed out the door with my pocketbook slapping my sides as I rushed to the car. I hurried down to the motel and got a clean uniform, tights, and my work sneakers. I headed back to Marisa's house without ever thinking about what I was really doing. I still don't know what I really thought would happen. Maybe I thought she'd let me out and give me more than a taste. Maybe I knew what she really had planned. When I reached her door, she let me back in and told me to go back into her bedroom. She ordered me to strip. I complied. She moved towards me and tickled the tip of caged dick through the slit of my man-vagina. It stiffened uncomfortably within its binds. She pushed me onto the bed and climbed in as well. She pulled the sheet over both of us and said, "You can sleep in here with me tonight, now, that you've been fixed." I did not know what to say. I loved being beside her. She moved my hand onto her thigh. She rubbed my hand and wrist that was gently stroking her thighs. Every stroke made my caged penis more pained. "So smooth," Marisa said as she rubbed her perfect ass against my harmless crotch. She yawned and added, "It's so much more you." I cringed out of frustration. I was so close to this girl. My hand was caressing her thighs my crotch was touching her ass, but I could not do a thing. I felt neutered. I struggled to not cry out of frustration as I drifted to sleep that night. We awoke the next morning to the sound of her alarm clock. I stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. She followed right behind me. I told her I had to pee, but she would not leave. She made me go right in front of her. I sat on the toilet like a girl in front of the goddess. She observed me peeing through my slit. I went to stand as I finished but she told me to sit. She moved my hand towards the toilet paper and said, "You've got to wipe to finish now." I nodded with my face red with embarrassment with what I was doing. I wiped and turned towards the shower. I asked Marisa, if I could shower. She laughed and said, "Of course, you can. Did you think I wouldn't let you, you stupid cunt." The pleasure she was taking from this alarmed me. It also excited me because I was happy to be making a girl that pretty happy even at my own expense. I stepped into the shower and turned it on. In short order, I found myself joined by Marisa. I didn't know what to say as she got in. She smiled and said, "You need to shave again." She waived her pink razor in front of my eyes. I went to grab it, but she waived me off and started to shave my body. It was an odd contrast of feeling of the cool razor on my soaped up legs and arms and the feeling of her soft hands on my skin. One drove home my sissy status the other stoked my sexual desire for this woman. With her every stroke I grew more painfully aroused as my hair circled the drain. When she finished we washed each other's hair. I liked the feeling of her hands in my hair, but it was washing her hair that got me most excited. I was turned on, but the pain caused by the chastity belt mitigated the pleasure I was experiencing. She kept making me lather her hair up. She made me practically massage every inch of her scalp as I lathered up her thick long hair. I was so envious of it. That only made me ashamed of myself. A part of me screamed that I should only want to fuck this girl, but part of me wanted some of her qualities. We then toweled off and took turns drying our hair and eating cereal in the kitchen. She dressed before me. She practically was dying to see me dress when I saw her with my uniform in her hands when I went to retrieve it. She watched me roll down the white tights and slowly raised them up my legs until the gusset rested against my new vagina. I put on the dress and shoes next. As I finished, she walked towards me and put her hand up my dress. She rubbed my ass and said, "It's time to go to work." I nodded, and we headed for our cars. I carried my bag to the car along with my clothes from the prior day. The whole trip to the office, I kept hoping that she would not tell anyone what happened. I was relieved when she didn't. However, it didn't take me long to realize what she had planned for me. As we first crossed paths in the hallways between the exam rooms, she caressed my cheek. I was startled by her decision to do it at work. It made want to be aroused but the chastity device just caused me pain. The next time I passed her, her hand stroked my smooth crotch. I was filled with frustration as I could not help but want to get hard, but it was a painful impossibility. At lunch, she placed her hands around my waist and ran her fingertips down my smooth arms. I felt like I was going to explode from my frustration. She knew it too. She did everything she could to try to turn me on. It all worked to cause me pain. Towards the end of the day, Marisa disappeared. I asked Dr. Nichols where she was. She responded that Marisa was allowed to go home early. I was in shock. Marisa did not tell me that she was leaving. She said my chastity would last a day. At least that was what I heard. I could not wait until tomorrow. I needed a release. I did not have Marisa's phone number, and refused to ask Dr. Nichols or Betty. I thought that might appear odd. Instead, I went straight from work to Marisa's home. She opened the door with a smile on her face. "Can I help you, Lisa?" She asked. "Get me out of this thing," I pleaded. She was unmoved. She refused to unlock me, but she said she had a new proposition. I could have lesbian sex with her. I was not quite sure what that was. So I asked for clarification. Marisa giggled and said, "You can be the guy." "What does that mean?" "It means you get to wear the strap on and fuck me." "Strap on," I shouted. "Well, what else are you going to do me with your clit?" I shook my head and said, "Marisa, unlock me and I'll..." "I'm not interested in that thing. I only want my pink strap on inside me tonight. The choice is yours. It's going in with or without you." I was taken aback. I felt deeply ashamed that I was not good enough to enter her, but it did not stop me from accepting her humiliating offer. I stripped and found Marisa fixing the strap on around my waist. I saw the pink dildo where my penis used to be. Now, it was tucked away uselessly beneath a feminine slit. The dildo was three inches larger than my cock and was thicker too. I was entirely inadequate compared to that pink piece of plastic. I slipped under Marisa's covers and waited for her in the bed again. She came dressed in only her black bra and panties. My caged penis screamed in pain as its desperate attempts to get hard were thwarted. She climbed under sheets. I saw her slip off her bra slowly. She then pulled off her panties and tossed them on my head. She rubbed her cheek against mine and pulled me on top of her. I began to thrust, penetrating her with the strap on. She moaned as I moved in and out of her. She was overcome by pleasure, I felt nothing. It was humiliating enough not to be good enough to penetrate her a second time with my cock, but what I was doing was much worse. That it was pink only made it worse. Thoughts of lust for her and disgust for myself was all that ran through my mind as I gave the sexual pleasure she desired. As I heard her moan and climax, I pulled out of her. She fell asleep for a little bit while I dealt with what I had done. I had fucked a girl with a strap on. A girl that would not let my cock inside her pussy for more than a few seconds. I delivered her pleasure; she had taken my source of pleasure away. 'Why couldn't I break her spell on me?' I wondered as I pushed a tear away from eye. She awoke soon after and asked, "Do you want to make another deal?" "Maybe," I replied, after a brief pause. "I'll let you out of your chastity belt, if you take it," she said. "I'm listening," I countered. "I let you out, if I can do you." "What?" I practically shouted. She realized she touched a nerve, but persisted, "If you submit to me, I let you out." "That's not going to happen," I said loudly as I got out of the bed. I took of my strap on and looked for my nurse's dress. I put on my dress and shoes and picked up my tights. I tossed them into my purse and walked out of the door. I drove hastily to my motel room. I threw the door closed behind me. I was so angry for reasons I didn't know. It wasn't that offensive what she offered. I really overreacted. A simple no would have done it. It wasn't something I was completely opposed to either. I kind of wanted to submit to her, but I couldn't bring myself to do that. It was a line, I wasn't willing to cross. I figured it was like my homosexuality fantasy. I tried it in real life once, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. In my fantasies I wanted it, when it was in front of me I found it repellant. I climbed into bed and had trouble going to sleep. It took me nearly two hours to do so. The whole next day, I went out of my way to avoid Marisa. I tried to avoid her eyes, I walked in different directions from her. I know Dr. Nichols noticed it, but she clearly didn't want to get involved in her employees affairs. Looking back, it was ridiculous. I was trying to avoid submitting to Marisa, but I had a limited period of time before I had to have the chastity belt removed before I went back to my old life. I needed the key that she had. That thought only crossed my mind that night. I resolved to confront early the next morning. The next morning I readied myself for my last day at Dr. Nichols office. I practiced my speech to give Marisa in the mirror. I had to get out of that device that day because I was leaving the next day. I dressed and headed to the office. I arrived before Marisa and set up for the day at work. Betty and I chatted for a little bit as we waited for the first appointment. I noticed that Marisa was cutting it a little close and asked, "Betty, where's Marisa at?" "She's not coming in today. She called in sick." My face went white. Betty read my distress and said, "Don't worry. We don't have a busy day. I'm sure you can handle the extra work." I nodded and turned away from her. The extra work wasn't my concern. It was the possibility of not getting out of that damn belt. If she didn't let me out, I was sure I'd have to find one really accepting locksmith to get out of it. Betty's statements to the contrary, I was swamped at work. Dr. Nichols helped me out as best she could, but two nurses were clearly needed. It was hectic. I tried to short patients on time, but some would invariably keep me longer than I really had time for. My lunch was eaten on my feet that day between patient visits. As the day drew to a close, I noticed that Dr. Nichols was as tired as I was. As we finished with the last patient, I felt ready to drop. Dr. Nichols smiled at me and said, "We saved the best for last with you, Lisa." "Thanks," I responded in a low sarcastic tone that made Betty and Dr. Nichols smile. As we locked up that night, I said goodbye to Betty, and she wished me a good trip and went on her way. Dr. Nichols looked me over as Betty pulled out of the lot. She smiled and asked, "Did you have fun?" I shrugged and smiled. She smirked and said, "Did you at least get it out of your system." I nodded a little, preoccupied by thoughts of Marisa. Dr. Nichols laughed at me and said, "No, you didn't. I can guarantee you, today's not going to be your last day in a dress." I nodded more emphatically as I knew she was right. I thanked her for what she had let me experience. It was no problem she said. I had to ask her, "Why did you help me out like this?" She shrugged and said, "I got slave labor out of you, and you're saying I helped you?" I nodded and laughed before I said, "No, but why did you do it for me?" She blinked twice before she said, "You really helped me out back in Med-school a few times. More than you really knew. You're a good girl. I felt I owed you one, and I knew just how to pay you back. I smiled and thanked her again. We gave each other a goodbye hug, and I said to her, "I hope to see you at a conference again someday." She nodded and said, "Whenever you want to come back and fill in for a nurse, here, you're welcome to." I smiled and waived goodbye to her as I made my way to the car. I pulled out of the office parking lot and headed to Marisa's home. I was desperately hoping she was there. I parked in front of her house. I hurried to her door and rapped upon it. I heard bustling inside the home. Marisa opened the door looking fit as ever. She was not sick in the slightest. She was dressed in a black dress, with black tights and heels on. She looked like she was going out for the night. I asked if I could come in. She said I could. I entered the house, closed the door behind me and dropped to my knees. Marisa started to laugh as I begged to be let out. She said, "Get off your knees, girl." I obeyed her, but continued to plead, "Marisa, I'm leaving tomorrow. I need this thing off, now." Marisa shook her head and said, "I offered to let you out, but you didn't take the deal. Would you like me to offer it again?" "No. Please, I can't do that, Marisa. It's not me. I don't want to be..." "Fucked?" I nodded. She huffed and said, "All right, how about something non- sexual then?" "What?" I asked with a hint of hope in my voice. "I'm going to a nice bar with my friends. Maybe you'd like to tag along?" "I'm not really dressed for that. I don't have anything like that with me either..." She cut me off and said, "Don't worry. I've got just the thing. What are you a size ten shoe?" "Yes." "Fantastic, Jan wears the same size. I'll get her to bring you a pair to match your dress." "What dress?" I asked. "The one you're going to wear." I realized that this was her plan all along. She wanted me to out with her friends to a place filled with men. I was sure she was going to test her earlier theory about my homosexuality. She had me though. I wanted out of that belt, and this was the best option. I said, "Can I see the dress?" She nodded and brought it out to me. It was a purple, halter-top dress with a cowl neckline. Very pretty, but unnecessarily short because it was one of Marisa's. She was 5'6," and I was 5'8" so the regular shortness of the dress was enhanced when I placed it on. I went into her bathroom and put the dress on. I pulled on its short sleeves that barely touched my small bicep. As I pulled at the hem in a feeble attempt to make it longer, I heard Marisa on the phone with Jan. She requested a pair of purple, 3-inch heels and a pair of dark pantyhose. I was relieved that I was going to be wearing something on my legs, because I'd rather have my pantyhose show than my chastity belt or artificial vagina. I didn't have any panties on because I was wearing tights. Tights that didn't go with my dress. I pulled the tights off and waited for Marisa in her living room. Marisa hung up and smiled at me. I sat with my legs together on her couch. Marisa couldn't resist the urge to complement my thin thighs. I blushed and thanked her. Jan came over a few minutes later with the heels and pantyhose in her hands. She gave them to me, and I headed into the bathroom after a brief introduction. I placed on the black sheer pantyhose and put on the heels. I grimaced as I looked down at my dress that seemed to get even shorter on me after I put on my heels. It only extended about six inches below my crotch. I checked my appearance in the mirror. I looked like a woman in her mid 30's looking for a one-night stand. The type of woman who tried and failed at marriage or thought it was just not for her. I grimaced as I thought about the message my outfit would send. I walked out and was inspected by Jan, Marisa, and their friend Kelly that had joined them. They judged me like meat. They covered every inch of my body with judgments. From impressed statements about my thin legs and figure, to jibes about my slightly large feet for a girl my size. I tried not to pay any attention to it. We were soon on our way out the door. Jan and Kelly drove off in Jan's car while I rode in a separate car with Marisa. We reached the bar, ordered some fruity drinks, and sat down at a table near the bar. Jan, Kelly and Marisa judged every guy and girl that they saw enter that bar. There were snarky remarks about weight, hair loss, calling girls sluts, speculating on who was gay. I was kind of out of my realm. I wasn't a bar guy or girl. I was more of a homebody. I kept drinking to pass the time until I saw a man walking over towards us. A middle-aged man, named Dan came over and asked me to dance. I didn't want to go, but Jan and Marisa pushed me into his waiting arms. He led me out to where the people were dancing by the hand. Dan pulled me towards him as a slow song started. The feeling of the middle-aged man's powerful hands on my slender waist made me fill sick. I wanted to push him off me, but it was not what Marisa would want I was sure. He pulled me closer as we danced. I felt the bulge in his pants. I almost fainted out of disgust. I was turning this creep on. I wanted to run away and cry. Yet, a part of me liked it. I was proud in a peculiar way that the man thought I was attractive. Even though I couldn't stand his touch, I liked being seen as desirable by him. I started to get aroused at the thought of turning on a guy, but the belt put a painful end to that. I shrugged and decided to make the best of it. I rested my weary head on his chest. From that vantage point, I saw Marisa staring at us. I tried to convey hurt in my tired eyes, but I don't think she saw it. When the song was over the man tried to buy me a drink and get my number, but I turned him down. I said I had just come out of a long relationship and wasn't ready. A few of my platonic girlfriends had preemptively given that line to me when I was in college. That and the whole, your sweet, and we're better off friends. You learn to give up after a while when the girls think you're a non-threatening sissy. Jan and Marisa laid into me when I got back to the table. They couldn't believe I turned down Dan. I shook my head and said, "I'm not into guys that way." Marisa's tongue touched her lip for a second before she said, "I think I believe you." I rolled my eyes, before Jan added, "I don't." The girls giggled and had their fun. I blushed and laughed in discomfort. We turned in for the night not long after that. We drove back to Marisa's home with Kelly so she could pick up her car. Kelly left immediately after we reached Marisa's. I did not have that luxury. I entered her home and was seated in her living room while she went to search for the key. I called out to Marisa that I was going to get changed in her bathroom. She acknowledged me, and I went in and put my nurse uniform back on sans the tights which I put in my purse. I placed Marisa and Jan's stuff together on Marisa's kitchen counter. As I walked back into her living room, I saw Marisa emerge from her bedroom with the key in her hand. She motioned me to lift my nurse's dress. I complied and she unlocked the belt and worked my cock and balls out of the complex device. She smiled as she felt my cock growing from her touch. As her smile turned to a smirk, she glanced up at me and said, "You want to make the same deal again." I shook my head. She laughed a bit and carried the device away. I lifted my dress and saw my enlarged penis and balls back were they belonged instead of that latex slit. I didn't feel manly considering the breast forms and dress after all, but I felt more right. It felt good to be able to be turned on and not feel pain. Marisa came back over to me as I picked up my purse to leave and said, "I hope you don't mind what I put you through." I shrugged and truthfully responded, "It wasn't that bad. It was unpleasant at times, but I had got some fun out of it." "I guess I can tell you, now. I think it's sweet that you want to be a precious, little girl." My cock stiffened and poked at my dress. Marisa smiled as she saw it and said, "That one was for the road. I hope you have a good trip home. Don't forget about us. I won't forget about you." "I won't," I replied as I thought about all I had experienced that week. As I stepped out of the door, she said, "I hope you find the balance you need, Lisa." I looked back and nodded, not quite sure what to say. I entered my car and drove back to my motel. I undressed and slipped into bed. I fell quickly to sleep shortly thereafter. The next morning, I put on my male clothes for the first time in a week. They felt unpleasant after a week of the soft feel of woman's clothes. Marisa's parting words stuck with me as I showered, packed, and got ready to leave the motel. "Find the balance." I began to think more and more about it. As I drove to the airport, I began to realize the obvious. She was right. I needed to balance my male duties and female desires. I wondered how I could do it. I returned the rent a car and took a shuttle to the airport. I checked in and grabbed a bite to eat for lunch before resting in the terminal with my carryon. As I read a scholarly journal while sitting in a chair, I absentmindedly crossed my legs at the ankles and to my side like a demure woman in a skirt. A derisive comment about my sexuality brought it to my attention. I realized that I was going to have to be a lot more careful now that my female habits had been let free for a week. I had to strive to appear to be a man. I made sure to sit with my legs far apart as I continued to read, but they just seemed to keep getting closer together whenever my mind drifted to more important matters. By the time I rose to board the plane, they were crossed again. I got on board the plane and took my seat. I stared out the window as we taxied to the runway. I saw a bit of my reflection in the pane as I strived to show off my masculinity. It was a fool's errand. I turned away from the window and crossed my legs. I smiled as I accepted for the first time that Lisa was always going to be part of my life. I could deny her, but I could not hide from the traits that were engrained in me any longer.