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Part Seven
FOUR WEEKS LATER
"Oh, wow....it's so hard to keep a steady hand," said Travis as he was
attempting his first try at applying liquid eyeliner. "Just the
slightest flinch and it smudges all over the place."
Karen looked on approvingly. "You're doing fine. You'll get it. It
just takes practice."
It hadn't been long after Ms. Dresner's visit to the house that the
programming took hold for Travis and he was raiding Nicole's closet,
dresser drawers and jewelry boxes. Once the first domino fell, it set
off a chain reaction of his resistance barriers being broken and it
wasn't long before Travis was essentially spending all his time at the
house as a cross dressed version of the other girls.
Karen and Rachel of course were right there to guide him through it.
They encouraged him to try on clothes and wear makeup, steered him away
from guilt or self-analysis, and did everything they could to treat him
as a girl and make him feel like one of them. A studious fashion- plate
girl was quickly replacing the fun-loving simpleton dude. Each day
Travis went further and further into his exploration of femininity and
he couldn't believe he had spent his whole life so blind to its joy and
ecstasy.
When he wasn't trying on clothes and learning how to do makeup, he was
busy studying with Rachel and Karen. The only time he dressed as a guy
anymore was when he went to class, but he brought his new feminine
attention span with him. He was getting all As and Bs in every course.
If he ran into any of his old buddies, he would show them one of his
papers with an A on it, and immediately shut down any peer pressure to
come back and hang out. Truth be told, he was so far gone into his
feminine bliss that he didn't miss any of them.
Except for Jonas. He found that as he lay in bed each night in his silk
nighties, his thoughts would drift to Jonas. It was all very strange,
but he was becoming more and more accepting of this change inside of him
too. As he lay there pleasuring himself dreaming of Jonas on top of
him, caressing him, staring into his eyes, Travis never stopped to
question any of it. It was just happening and it was natural.
It was all part of the programming. There was no questioning, no
analysis. He never asked, "Why is this happening to me?" Occasionally
Travis would say something along the lines of "next semester, when I'm
back at the Party Zone" but Rachel and Karen would quickly be there to
correct him and remind him that would not be happening. Rather than
protest, Travis would just agree and then go back to applying nail
polish.
Now, as he sat in front of the vanity in Karen's room, Travis was
wearing a black and white striped tube top, black frilly skirt, black
pantyhose and knee high boots. He had a long wavy black wig, and long
black and onyx clip-on earrings. His fingers were adorned with several
of Nicole's stylish silver rings.
"Isn't it sooooo fun being a girl?" Karen asked.
"Yes," said Travis. "It really is. Don't laugh. But....I'm kind of
thinking I'd like to be a girl....for real. Like all the time. Is that
weird??"
Karen smiled. "Not at all."
"Well, I know you guys get me, but I mean I can't really go out like
this....everyone will laugh," he said.
"First of all, you're very pretty the way you are," said Karen. Travis
blushed. "Second of all...Well tell me, if you had to be one or the
other forever....would you be a boy or a girl? One or the other. Can't
switch between both."
Travis thought. "I can't believe I'm saying this.....but....I'd rather
be a girl. I really wish I were a girl. I really, really do! I've
never been this....happy. I've never felt so good about myself. I like
who I am for the first time in my life." He looked at Karen sincerely.
"I've never had friends like you guys."
"Ohhhh, sweetie, come here," Karen embraced him and began to scratch
his head.
"Oh, Karen, that feels soooo good. Thank you."
"I think you're ready," said Karen softly.
"I am? Ready for what, Karen?" asked Travis.
Karen pulled away to look Travis in the eye. "Ready for some hot
chocolate and popcorn!!!"
"Karen!!!!" said Travis in as much of girly shriek as he could muster,
which was hardly at all. He still spoke in his masculine voice.
"Ha ha! If you run down and get the water going, I'll be down in a
second. I just have to make a quick phone call."
"Okay...I'm on it!" said Travis, sashaying out of the room. He was even
doing his best to walk like a girl.
Karen flopped on her bed and dialed Ms. Dresner.
"Helloooo, Karen. Are you calling why I think you're calling?"
"Yes ma'am. It's time. We've broken him. He's ready to join us."
"That's wonderful news. And I certainly trust your judgment. You would
know about such things wouldn't you, Karen?"
"Yes ma'am," Karen said with a shudder of pleasure.
"Didn't I tell you it's almost as pleasurable to convert somebody as it
is to be converted yourself?"
"Yes, ma'am. I've loved every minute of it," said Karen.
"This one's been a piece of cake compared to you, you little stinker.
You were such a handful," teased Ms. Dresner.
"I was so foolish to resist, ma'am. I love being a girl now. Thank you
for turning me."
"You're welcome, Karen. You're so small, pretty and petite, I can't
imagine you were ever any other way."
"Thank you, ma'am," said Karen softly, bathing in the ecstasy of being
called pretty and petite by Ms. Dresner.
"You're quite welcome, my lovely. And thank you for the call. I shall
be by tomorrow evening to complete and seal his conversion."
"I will tell Rachel, ma'am. I can't wait to see how Travis looks after
you convert....her."
"She will be beautiful, Karen. Just like you and Rachel. Now finish
your homework tonight and get some rest. Tomorrow is a big day for all
of us."
"Yes, ma'am," said Karen obediently. "I can't wait."
"See you tomorrow, Karen." Ms. Dresner hung up the phone and gazed at
herself in the mirror. She noticed her radiant silver and diamond
choker sparkling in the reflection. She felt so powerful right now, as
she always did whenever she successfully pulled off another permanent
alteration of a young boy's life. She drew her right hand with its long
magenta nails and its sparkling diamond ring up to her breast and began
to gently massage it through her dress. She watched as her glossy
magenta lips began to shudder gently and the pupils of her green eyes
subtly dilated.
She loved her own reflection more than anything else. "For my next
trick," she thought, "I will take a young man and turn him into my
identical twin!" She purred at the ecstasy of the idea. "Yessssss.
Finally I will have a suitable lover......"
But for now there was the business at hand. She was about to be in
possession of a new commodity that she could offer for sale on the
blackest of markets. And she had a buyer in mind......
Part Eight
"Good morning, Mr. Sakamoto," said Ms. Dresner over the phone. "How are
you this morning?"
"Very well, it is a pleasure to hear from you," said the voice on the
other end in heavily accented English. "It must be quite late where
you are."
"It's about 10 p.m., sir. I am calling as promised to let you know that
I will soon have another girl ready for her training. If you wish to
move forward with this one, I offer you the first crack at her."
"I appreciate that, Ms. Dresner. You will of course send me a photo so
I can inspect?"
"No, sir. As I've said, that's not how I do business. As we speak, you
would not be interested in what you see. It takes time. I mold my
girls and shape them physically and emotionally to the buyer's wishes.
In order to do that, I have to know whom the buyer is before I begin.
So you see."
"So you've said, Ms. Dresner," said the wealthy Japanese man. "But your
price is very high. I understand you have a reputation for quality...."
"Yes," she cut him off. "I have the best reputation. My clients are
always completely satisfied with their purchase and they are very loyal.
Here's the best I can do. I recently turned over a girl to a technology
billionaire in France, Mr. Laurent Henry. You may contact him at your
leisure. Surely you've heard of Mr. Henry??"
"But of course," said Mr. Sakamoto. "I had no idea he had
such....tastes. Interesting."
"He is a very satisfied customer right now, I can assure you He will
vouch for my work. I will send you his contact information via email
right now. I guarantee you that he will implore you to go down the same
route as he. Then we can finalize your arrangement. But you must not
delay. This girl I offer you will begin her training this weekend. She
can be trained to serve you.....or someone else. I assure you there are
many others behind you in line. But I will begin training her within 48
hours. This I can assure you. If you miss out on this one, I might not
have another one ready for 6 months to a year."
There was a pause. "It is not necessary. I know your reputation. I
accept your offer."
"Wonderful, Mr. Sakamoto. Wonderful. You will send me a detailed
description of all your needs and I will absolutely mold this girl to
meet them. You will also send me half of the fee immediately and that
will be 750,000 dollars."
Again he paused. "You have your standards, Ms. Dresner. And I have
mine. I do not move funds electronically for such purchases. I am
doing business in Los Angeles tomorrow. I can take time to meet you over
the weekend and hand you the money in person. This I do not waver on.
I am willing to let the deal fail for this. I do not wire the money. I
am sorry but if you can't work this way.....we have no deal."
Now it was Ms. Dresner's turn to pause and think. She didn't like this
wrinkle because it would delay Travis' conversion by a few days.
However, Mr. Sakamoto was the wealthiest of the pool of potential buyers
at this point. She was quoting him a much higher price than she would
have quoted the others.
And Travis was so far gone at this point. What would be the harm in
delaying his conversion by a few days? He wasn't going anywhere.
"All right, Mr. Sakamoto. I will make arrangements to get to LA as soon
as possible. I can abide by those terms."
Mr. Sakamoto chuckled. "I am happy. And I am acting on blind faith,
something I do not ordinarily do. Tell me, Ms. Dresner, why are your
courtesans prized like no other?"
"Because, Mr. Sakamoto, I train them so they have no idea that they are
courtesans. It is my masterstroke. My girls have no idea that they are
actually sex slaves."
He paused. "How is this possible?"
"Let's just say I have my methods. But the results speak for
themselves. I understand that men like you are looking for eternal
obedience from their slaves. If you have a girl who knows that this is
her position in life, sooner or later, she's going to want out. Whether
or not she can actually get out is another matter. But if she arrives
at a point where she no longer lives to serve with all her heart, what
is the point?"
She continued, "My girls never know they are actually mindless sex
slaves for older men. I train them so they think they are exchange
students falling in love with boys their age. It's the classic fairy
tale for so many American girls. It's everything they think they are
looking for in life. They would never seek to give that up. My girls
will belong to you....forever."
"Fascinating," he said. "I guess I will believe it when I see it. But
I am anxious to get going. I will send you my specifications within 24
hours. Rest assured, I have many."
"And I will see that they are all met. And Mr. Sakamoto, you needn't
waste any space in your email requesting that she have a penis. That of
course goes without saying. All my girls have them."
He chuckled again. "Of course. I suppose that has gone without saying
all along. It is my...."
"It's your thing," said Ms. Dresner warmly. "Your many years in
business have shaped your libido. You get off on besting other
men.....on emasculating them. It is very common. You needn't apologize
for being better than most other men. And I assure you, when I deliver
your girl to you in a couple of years, she will gladly accept any method
of emasculation you bring her way."
Mr. Sakamoto paused humbly. "Thank you, Ms. Dresner. I look forward to
meeting you this weekend. I will be in touch with the time and place of
meeting."
Ms. Dresner hung up the phone and immediately began looking at flights
to Los Angeles. She was uneasy about delaying Travis' conversion. But
she didn't want to rush it. She couldn't just convert him and then
sprint out the door. No, she would definitely need some time afterwards
to be close to the new girl and begin her training. The new girl would
be fragile and emotional and would need her mistress.
A slight delay it must be. Travis would be in good hands with Karen and
Rachel over the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?
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