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1982 Reflecting.....Natalie Caruso had been raped. She had been on her
way home with her fianc?, John, when they ran out of gas on a lonely
piece of the highway. A biker gang happened along and John stepped out
of the car to see if they could help them. He didn't make three steps
before they killed him. Bound and gagged she was forced into all manner
of unnatural acts. Then they left her nude on the highway beside her
slain boyfriend for someone to find. Her blue party dress was rolled up
to make a cushion for her so she could see the approaching traffic. The
car was taken by the bikers, probably to a chop shop as it was never
recovered.
In the following four months her life had fallen apart. She then moved
to San Francisco from Los Angeles to start a new life; left her family
and friends. But it hadn't worked out. Her charm, her feminity, and
her sense of humor had all but disappeared and she had become a new
person.
Now, as she sat in her room on New Year's Eve she had come to a
realization of where her salvation lay-revenge. The male sex must
suffer the humility, degradation, and pain that she had endured. One of
"them" must be brought to the state of mind she had at her prime...and
then destroyed.
It was ten to twelve when a plan to execute this had been worked out in
her mind. Natalie would entice a man into womanhood and next New Year's
Eve she would celebrate with his gang-bang. As a nurse in the gay city
she had seen in the two months since she had moved here the various
stages of transgender transformation. She had access to the drugs that
would induce softness, femininity, as well as breasts, slim waist and
large hips. Her eyes fell on her dress inside the open door of her
closet. Although it was in laundry wrap she could still see the
beautiful blue material of the low cut mini dress. That and the
matching earrings were all that remained of that terrible evening.
Tears streamed down her face. The worse of it was she had three orgasms
while being raped beside dying John. And, John knew as he expired
sometime later with his final words "sorry, Natalie, please forgive me."
Her darting eyes caught the headlines of the sport section of the
Examiner. "Giant's to play double header against the Houston Astros on
New Year's Day. As the New Year crossed the Pacific Standard Time zone
the hunting ground for the macho victim was decided.
The next morning Natalie bound from her bed with a vigor and purpose.
With a surge of energy not felt in over twenty four weekends she made
her favorite Saturday morning breakfast, French toast and bacon. By ten
o'clock she had prepared herself to be as alluring as possible. The
makeup, perfume, accessories and revealing clothes had not been touched
since her degradation she applied each carefully with a new found
purpose and after several attempts reached a level never before
achieved. She stared into her mirror not believing that the beautiful
young girl that stared back was her. It was so startling that almost a
minute passed before she realized she was not breathing.
By noon she was in the bleachers with 50,000 screaming fans. On the way
to the stadium she had decided on three criteria for the victim: he
must be of slight build, he must be macho (a beard or at least a
mustache) and he must be alone. For eighteen innings Natalie scanned
the stands-feet too big, too tall, with friends, too effeminate, too
old, too young, and bald. With each inning she became more frantic.
The ninth inning of the second game ended dramatically and still Natalie
hadn't spotted her victim. She was not paying attention to the game-so
close was she to tears of frustration- when a great roar rose from the
crowd. Miraculously, the Giants had brought two runs in to put the game
into extra innings. Natalie brushed her long blond hair from her face
to recompose herself.
In the top of the tenth the score was still tied 2-2. Out of nowhere
Paul appeared at the bottom of the stairs munching on a handful of
peanuts. He had been sitting in the second row down from her and she
had noticed that he was alone but had dismissed him because of his
longish hair. He started up the stairs and instinctively she started
down to meet him. When they converged to the right point she fell.
Paul could not help but notice the beautiful girl coming toward him and
his preoccupation with peanuts involuntarily gave way to long blond
hair, a beautiful smiling mouth, bouncing breasts and swaying hips. His
pace slowed and after four hours of living through every catch on the
field his hands instinctively shot up to receive this dazzling sight as
she hurtled toward him.
It was the perfect catch. She was in his arms and her face was right in
front of his. Natalie blushed with feigned embarrassment. Paul was the
first to speak "It has been some time since a pretty lady threw herself
at me-and you know I kind of like it." After unraveling herself, but
not before making sure the encounter would be memorable for him, she
responded with the first thing that came to her mind.
"I don't know whether you swept me off my feet or a love arrow hit me."
Before he had time to respond she added "I think I sprained my ankle,
can you help me to a seat?" By the time they settled into the chairs
Paul had no doubt that this very desirable young lady was not only
attracted to him but trusted him. He hadn't experienced this level of
trust since his tenth birthday when Blacky had first slobbered his
devotion on his new master with all the enthusiasm a three week old
cocker spaniel could muster. He told her this.
Natalie pleaded with him to take off her shoe so she could message her
sore foot. He did this gingerly and hid the lust he was feeling to
continue undressing her. However, within five minutes the drama was
over and he was left to resume concentrating on the game. However, in
that five minutes Natalie was able to expertly extract that Paul, a
programmer with Satellite Computers for the last two years, was an
import from Boston, lived alone in San Mateo just south of San Francisco
and was an avid Giant's fan. Before the next inning had ended, she also
learned that his most prized possession was a B.M.W. he had bought with
two years of overtime. He also confided that he was a cultural retard
and really wanted to correct this defect in his makeup.
The gods that day had decreed that no distraction would endanger
Natalie's folly. By the time Paul had returned his full attention to
the game it was the top of the thirteenth inning and the monotony of ten
straight strikeouts was broken with a line drive over the third base
putting a Giant's player on second. Spurred on by an appreciative crowd
the next batter hit one over the left field fence to bring down the
house. Uninhibited, Natalie ended her first baseball game with a fair
imitation of the frantic contortions that serious baseball fans do on
such occasions.
While she limped back to her seat she focused her doe eyes on Paul. He
quickly offered to help her to her car. He could see from the key chain
dangling from her purse it was a Dodge Colt. She shamelessly touched
him a number of times with her breast and hips as he helped her to the
exit and to her car.
"While still remaining in his space on arriving at her car, she said "I
would like to meet you again, sometime. If you have a pen or pencil I
will write my phone number down for you. He almost ripped his pocket
off trying to retrieve his pen. He just hoped she didn't spot or feel
his raging hard on. While she wrote her number on the piece of paper
the words involuntarily came out of his mouth, "Can I take you out to
dinner on, say, Friday?"
She gave him the paper with her number on it and said in her most sultry
voice "Friday would be perfect, phone me to arrange the details." She
pecked him on his cheek, got in the car, and slowly started to drive
away when she added "Make sure to give me a call-I don't want you
regretting you never would find out what I have in mind for you." This
gave Natalie six days to plan the next step.
On returning home from the hospital on Wednesday she immediately topped
her stash of estrogen in the medical cabinet to 40ccs. On her study
desk laid a folder labeled "Paul" which contained all the details of her
brief encounter and a photo of Paul when he wasn't looking directly at
her. She phoned Satellite Computer's to get his office phone number and
even managed to get his last name, Carruthers. When she looked up the
name in the phone book there were two Carruthers and then realized he
would not be in the book as he moved into town only six months ago.
Sure enough, she soon had the address of the one who was not in the
phone book.
The details were worked out. When he phoned, she would persuade him to
have dinner at her apartment. She would seduce him and set her plan
into motion with an initial dose of estrogen and a mild dose of
addictive nicotine. Her mind kept racing ahead to two months, four
months...etc of feminizing and by the time it was bedtime her panties were
drenched.
Paul phoned Natalie at 7 pm on Thursday evening. There was something
that kept gnawing on his mind since they left each other on Saturday but
he couldn't put his finger on it. It all happened too fast. She was
far too good looking and had too much personality to not have a
boyfriend. Why did she take his picture when he wasn't looking? Why
was she interested in a skinny little runt like him? But there could be
no denying that they were attracted to one another - the body language
just couldn't lie. In the end, he couldn't very well wait any longer
without telling her some lie.
Natalie checked her caller ID and confirmed it was coming from Paul
while he sat at home.
"Hi, its Paul is this Natalie."
"Paul, I had all but given up hope that I was never going to hear from
you. You have just revived my trust in the men of San Francisco."
"I had to convince myself that Saturday was not an illusion. How have
you been? Is your ankle o.k.?
Yes, I put some ice on it and it was as good as new by Monday morning.
He could not hide his apprehension as he ventured, "Is tomorrow still
good for you?"
"Do you have a favorite kind of food, Paul?"
"Italian, Veal Parmesan is one of my favorites."
"Really!" Into the den said the spider to the fly thought Natalie. "My
last name is Caruso. My maternal grandmother gave me a recipe for Veal
Parmesan that is supposed to have won the hearts of a thousand Italian
boys. Paul, why don't you come to my place for a home cooked meal? I
promise you, you won't be disappointed."
"Twist my arm. What time and I will bring wine?"
"7 p.m. and bring two bottles."
By Friday midnight, Paul and Natalie were asleep naked on her bed after
the most incredible evening. The meal was one of the best Paul ever
tasted-he would reek of garlic for a week. The two empty bottles on the
table had evaporated any doubts in Paul's mind that this was a mistake.
The sex was spectacular mainly due to Natalie taking a predatory role in
making Paul satisfy her needs. The stash of estrogen was down to 38
cc's; the missing two were coursing through his bloodstream.
Natalie spent the next three weeks changing from a dominated lay to a
more consolatory role. During 12 encounters she had cunningly extracted
from Paul two sexual fantasies. First, he wanted to lay the big bosomed
blond on the T.V. game show, Gina. Also, he wanted to seduce a
ballerina. Natalie watched every rerun of the game show over the next
few weeks learning all Gina's mannerisms and posture. She researched
her background and found out she was, in fact, a lesbian, and her lover
was a rather masculine lady called Cindy. When she showed Paul the
article she was able to download he was aghast. No more so than when he
showed up one night and was greeted by Gina, or at least Natalie's
impression of her, complete with a blond wig, a double D bust, and the
unmistakable dominating mannerisms to match. Paul had an orgasm before
she got to touch him. Each time she did her blond impersonation Paul
got an estrogen cocktail containing 1cc of estrogen.
After her fourth performance she persuaded him to pretend he was Cindy.
It was only putting on a pair of black panties and some lipstick. After
a few times, he agreed, after some pleading, to wear a matching black
bra. It was only an A cup but the puffiness that magically appeared on
his chest nicely filled the bra. In the next week a page boy wig was
added to the disguise. Of course his eyebrows had to be thinned and
some eye shadow had to be added so he looked like Cindy. By now Paul
was into the masquerade and wore a black see through blouse and slacks
that Cindy wore in one of the photos they found of her on the internet.
Each week something was added to the outfit and he soon could pass for
the lady who appeared in the photo. Natalie did everything she could
think of to encourage him to continue the game. Her orgasms got more
violent as time went by and it was further incentive for Paul to try
something new each time so that she would reach a new high.
Before they knew it, it was six months since the Italian dinner. Paul's
hair had become longer and longer and the wig was no longer necessary as
part of the costume. By this time he no longer had hair on his body and
his toenails were permanently painted bright red. Some where along the
line she talked him into piercing his ears and was able to wear a pair
of earrings that exactly matched the ones that Cindy had on in the
picture. In fact, they strained to make sure every detail in Cindy's
picture was duplicated. Finally, they had acquired a video of an
interview taken with Gina and Cindy at a talk show. Over and over Paul
practiced so he could sound like Cindy which was a further turn on to
Natalie. Paul was as much into the game of being Cindy in order to
bring Natalie to new sexual highs as Natalie was. They had spent hours
over the months in finding information about Gina and Cindy and
duplicating what they found.
How could this have come to pass? Before Paul met Natalie it never
occurred to him to dress up as a female. How could it be that he never
questioned Natalie on what was happening to him? First, he adored
Natalie and wanted more and more to help her in her fantasy. Second, as
a male he wasn't much to look at and kind of welcomed the new female
persona that had developed with Natalie's coaching and the drugs he was
taking. Finally, Natalie had been able to hypnotize him without his
knowledge by the time they had their second date and had constantly
reinforced his female development by interpreting events that had
happened in his past and suggesting female things that he could be
talked into. She constantly questioned him on what was happening in his
work world and helped him avoid problems that he would encounter in his
day to day activities. It helped that he had no male friends and
avoided hanging out with the guys. But he had a full B cup now and it
was becoming almost impossible to hide. Also his waist had drastically
reduced and he had to wear padding around his waist when he dressed for
work. He also wore false hair on his face to hide his translucent
complexion. His finger nails were no problem as he wore false nails
when in his Cindy mode.
Finally, they agreed that there was nothing more he could do to look
more like Cindy. When his picture was compared to Cindy's it looked
like the same person. And so it came to pass that Cindy was to be
introduced to the outside world. This happened on a Saturday night in
late September when Cindy and Natalie had decided to have a date.
Natalie had him dress up in his most basic Cindy outfit; the black see
through blouse and slacks with the three inch black heels. It was quite
warm out and nothing else was needed.
It was Paul's first time out as a female. Although he was nervous, he
was looking forward to the adventure. The last several days of hypnotic
sessions had prepped Paul perfectly. He had dreamed of this. He had
longed for it. He had looked at a hundred different brunettes in the
weeks before studying their mannerisms while imagining he was them. He
was totally preoccupied with becoming Cindy. And so complete was his
training he was in almost every way Cindy.
They started by going to a restaurant, Italian of course. Paul was able
to carry off the illusion as if she had been born female. In fact, Paul
was feeling so comfortable in the role that he willingly went to the
lady's restroom alone to "freshen up his face". Unexpectedly, one of
Natalie's work associates, also a nurse, spotted Natalie and came over
to the table. How she recognized Natalie in her Gina mode spooked
Natalie but after a hasty explanation, a preliminary tryout for a
Halloween party, seem to satisfy her- even calling them Gina and Cindy
when she parted.
They then went to a movie. Natalie was sadistic and in the cloak of
darkness brought Paul to the edge of orgasm several times promising
relief as soon as they got home. It was quite humorous to watch Paul
and his blue balls walk to the car. A caring pedestrian asked if Cindy
was O.K. Natalie explained that she was having menstrual cramps but it
was only a couple hundred feet from the car.
In the next few weeks Paul helplessly yearned to appear in public as
Cindy daily. He now wore his sexy underwear constantly and was having
trouble hiding his breasts even though the bindings were so tight he
could barely breathe.
This all came to a peak when he was called into his boss's office that
although he had been his star programmer, his performance as of late had
become unacceptable. His boss then lowered the boom. He came up to
Paul, put his hand on his shoulder and said, as fatherly as possible,
that it was quite apparent to his co-workers and him that he was
becoming a female. His long hair, his eyebrows, his complexion, his big
butt, his mannerisms and his temperament were all dead giveaways. Paul
responded by bursting into tears and admitting it was true. His boss
was at a loss. Finally he asked if he came to work as a woman would
that allow him to restore his work performance. Paul thought about this
and it suddenly became clear to him that not having the pressure of
having to live a lie would greatly enhance his peace of mind. They
agreed to give it a try and Paul would return after lunch as a female.
Paul had immediately rushed by his co-workers with a big smile on his
face. "See you after lunch. Be prepared for a big surprise," he said
in his Cindy voice. All five of them looked startled. They had never
seen Paul this happy. They were all aware of Paul's lagging performance
and were expecting he would be terminated. They all looked to their
boss for clarification of what took place behind the closed door. "When
Paul returns after lunch we will meet in my office with her" is all they
got to dwell on.
Paul rushed home. Right after he took off the cursed binding he made
two phone calls. First was to the local beauty parlor to make an
appointment to have his hair colored, a pedicure, and a beauty
treatment. As he waited he ran his hand over his face to see if he had
any beard. He really didn't expect to find any whiskers as it had been
some weeks since he needed to shave. They could take him in fifteen
minutes at 10:30. He then phoned Natalie to tell her he had exciting
news and could she meet him at work at 5:00. She tried to pry his
surprise out of him but all he would say is be prepared for a shock.
He then went into Natalie's closet to see if she had a suitable dress he
could wear. Even down to their busts they were the same size now. When
he spotted the blue dress, he knew it was perfect. Thank God for panty
hose, the bottom part of his body looked sexier than it had ever been.
He could, however see the top of his bra in the dress neckline. He
finally found a strapless bra that squeezed his breasts together
revealing more than substantial cleavage. His strapped 4 inch heels
really complimented the outfit and the earrings he found in Natalie's
jewelry box completed the picture. As he looked in the mirror it was
inconceivable that he was a male. Just before he left the room his eyes
fell on a young picture of Natalie. Her hair was dyed auburn and he
instantaneously decided that would be his new color. No need for
further delay, he stuffed his wallet, keys, and lipstick in his blue
purse, picked up his coat, and was out the door. Five minutes later he
was parked by the beauty parlor and was inside.
By twelve thirty his mind was on overload. His hair was the picture of
femininity. His hands supported ten perfect nails with dark red
flawless polish. By redefining his eyebrows, using blue eye shadow and
flawless makeup not a trace of Paul remained. He was not Cindy the
lesbian, he was Cindy the supermodel.
Paul left the car at the mall and walked the four blocks to the office.
The stares he got from passing men made it all worthwhile.
When he reached the office the receptionist didn't recognize him. He
asked her to announce to his boss that Ms Carruthers was here to see
him. He was invited to go on to the office where his life hung in the
balance only hours before.
"We'll boss, I am ready to give you an honest day's work now" Paul
announced as he entered his bosses office.
"Wow, you are down right beautiful. The other girls are going to be
green with envy. Maybe the dress code will improve somewhat now that
you are here to set an example. Not that I have anything between jeans
and baggy sweaters. I can tell you, your decision to become female was
obviously the right choice."
"Thank you boss, I am sorry this dress is a bit of overkill but I wanted
to make a statement..." Meanwhile Paul is thinking "Decision to become
female? I don't recall making that decision. This just sort of
evolved, not that I am sorry, but how did I get to here." There isn't
any more time to dwell on this thought as his five co-workers come into
the office to meet the new Paul. In the space of five minutes they are
able to find out that his new name is Cindy, the boobs are his very own,
he has just been at the beauty parlor for 2 hours so that he can meet
with them as a woman, yes, he is committed to stay a female. Yes, his
girlfriend, Natalie, knows about this- in fact had encouraged him to
become Cindy. His mannerisms are not lost on any of them and each, in
their own mind; resolve to come in tomorrow looking more feminine.
Cindy does more work in the rest of the afternoon than she has done in
the previous four weeks. When she looks up a few hours later she can't
help but notice that her co-workers have taken the time to appear more
feminine as they scurry to borrow each others cosmetics and accessories.
Natalie is caught completely unawares when she arrives at Paul's
workplace. She is in pale blue nurse's scrubs and is feeling kind of
frumpy. What did Paul want? Probably wants to go get something to eat.
But what was the surprise he mentioned? She can't help but notice the
girls are more attractive than she ever recalls seeing them and feels a
bit underdressed.
When she enters Paul's cubicle, her mouth drops wide open. Paul is
wearing her tragedy dress and earrings. What is more he has had his
hair styled and colored in the same auburn she used to use. "Paul! She
shouts, what have you done to yourself?"
Paul rises and turns to face Natalie. "I hope you don't mind me
borrowing your clothes, Natalie. I didn't have time to shop for my
own." Then with the most sincere and beautiful smile he says "My days
as a dour manly lesbian are over, I have decided that I am really a
woman. Please tell me you can still love me as a woman, Natalie as I am
so in love with you."
Natalie is stunned. The plan of a fatal rape for Paul wearing that
dress and earrings seemed completely inappropriate at this moment. What
happened in that split second Natalie looked at Paul as a woman, not a
man, and the certainty that she was deeply in love with her. Oh, she
still hated men for what they had done to her but the lovely creature
standing in front of her was not one of those.
Paul looked into Natalie's eyes. She seemed different; it was like she
was experiencing love at first sight. There was no doubt in his mind
Natalie was totally obsessed with his new image. While he was mulling
this over Natalie had put her arms around his bare neck and was slowly
giving him a kiss like he never experienced before. "My love, let's go
home or I will rape you right here in your cubicle with all your co-
workers watching."
Two weeks later they were married as man and wife, all appearances to
the contrary. As a wedding present she got Cindy and herself ballet
lessons - time to move on to a new fantasy.
On January 1st they attended the New Year's baseball game. Cindy told
Natalie that "if you fall, I will not be able to catch you this time.
After all, it would be hard to maintain my balance in these four inch
high heel shoes."
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