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"The 'Mrs. Hollingsworth' Project" (Part 7)
Tim stood in Richard's apartment looking out on the twinkling lights of
the city far below. He took a sip of his drink then immediately noticed
the red lipstick print on the glass as he took it away and how he held
the glass in his slender hands the long gloss red salon nails gleaming in
the light. He could smell the floral perfume that surrounded him as well
as the sensation of being totally dressed from head to toe and from the
skin out in women's clothes now and how they felt and how the fabric
swished as he moved. He could hear the soft music playing in the
background and the voices as Richard explained to Ms. Lawrence pointing
out the significance of some of the paintings on the wall as they toured
the opulent apartment.
A servant was busy setting the table, the faint din of people working in
the chef's kitchen could be heard but nobody glared, nobody pointed or
gawked at Tim as he stood there looking like a delicate vintage debutante
in ribbons and curls. Of course they noticed the "attractive woman" who
looked like a high class model and they may have even known about
Richard's project but either way it didn't matter. Tim was attending the
evenings dinner as "Tiffany" now. He looked at his reflection in the
polished glass windows and finally realized the full effect of Ms.
Lawrence's efforts. He suddenly felt his face flush, and his head spin.
He couldn't recognize himself anymore, his thoughts became confused.
He thought it might be the drink or the tightness of the corset or the
embarrassment of being dressed as he was for a dinner not only in front
of Richard but Ms. Lawrence and now a serving staff that was also
present. This wasn't just "dressing up" like on the boat but he was
getting used to being seen by Richard and of course Ms. Lawrence dressed
this way and he was dressing nearly full time now so there was the
familiarity of lifestyle even though it was a new lifestyle. But little
did he know that the injections given him earlier in the day had been
part of the basis of his flushed condition and his confused thought as
they set him on a course of no return as the potent liquid estrogen and
the "T" blockers did their work.
Richard took Tim by his manicured hand and led him to the dinner table.
His satisfaction with Ms. Lawrence was evident and his excitement with
the new Tim was obvious as he looked him over and listened to the sound
of the zipping nylons and the swish of the crisp rayon dress. He was
closer now, the statuesque young "lady" with the curled light brown hair
did indeed look like a model, "she" moved and gestured just like one too.
Tim was still a work-in-progress but the rough edges were beginning to
fade now, he was indeed becoming a trophy. Once seated at the table
Richard gave Tim a small jewelry box. Ms. Lawrence helped by unclipping
the pearl necklace on Tim's neck and replacing it with the delicate
silver chain with the name "Tiffany" in sterling silver script at the
front. Tim's head was in a whirl as the dinner started.
The conversation was mostly generic, the weather this time of year on the
Riviera, the stock market, the food, the wine and such but finally the
talk turned to Tim and how well he was coming along. Richard mentioned
dancing a bit later but Tim, still flustered opted for a short quiet
evening of conversation in the living room before returning to Ms.
Lawrence's apartment for the night. Of course he could dance but he
needed to learn the styles and moves of the upper crust for when the
inevitable social outings would occur. He knew that sooner or later
Richard would be taking him out as Tiffany. But Tim needed to learn to
let the man take the lead and he needed to learn how to dance as a woman
in those 5 inch stiletto heels and in a dress. Ms. Lawrence passed the
notion off to Richard mentioning that the evening had already been quite
full enough. Tim didn't hear her mention that it had been enough work
just to get him dressed and down to dinner. Richard understood.
Two weeks later Tim was back at the clinic getting another round of
injections. Ms. Lawrence finally had him fully dressed as a woman but in
something more contemporary something that blended in and with lower
heels that didn't attract attention. With his new shape and his tutored
walk and his now "feminine" grace he passed unnoticed. He had become
very feminine, girly-girl feminine and as they'd walk along Ms. Lawrence
noticed how the men would react, how they'd cast longing glances instead
of accusatory stares. The strict regimen the incessant repetition and
constant supervision was working, It was becoming second nature, Tim was
indeed becoming a "trophy," she also noticed how some of the ladies in
typical "catty" fashion would sometimes tilt up their noses at the tall
slender "model-type" that passed by but that was to be expected, like a
guy who comes to a beach party in a nicer boat or drives a better car, an
indicator of status. It was a delicate balance but Ms. Lawrence made it
work and then, time went on.
Tim got out of the shower one evening. He noticed the continued swelling
in his chest and now he noticed how the areolae were getting much larger
and turning a darker shade of pink and how the nipples were enlarging and
beginning to stand out! He felt his soft skin, noticed his luxurious
thick head of hair then felt his face to notice that although he never
had anything more than a sparse fine haired beard he rarely shaved his
face anymore, maybe once a week was all that was needed to keep his skin
hair free and then, with the foundation makeup porcelain smooth as
always. He noticed his slender waist but became alarmed at how his hips
were getting wider and rounder.
His head spun! It was the breast forms that he was allergic to that were
causing the swelling. It was the corset and the cinchers that Ms.
Lawrence was having him wear more and more often that were slimming his
waist, it was the creams and potions that were keeping his hair luxurious
and his skin velvety soft. But it was all a lie! The nipples were
feminine there was no mistaking that now and the widening round hips,
what caused those? Tim swished on his bathrobe and stepped into his
slippers and went to confront Ms. Lawrence.
"I don't want any more of that cream for my chest!" Tim snapped as Ms.
Lawrence reached for the soothing pink cream. "Something's wrong. I
look more female than male now even naked!" he gasped, his head in a
confused whirl. "I want to see the doctor again, right away! I went
along with this to have a good life Ms. Lawrence. I'm not stupid. I
know it's a game. I know what you've been doing, teaching me to be more
ladylike for Richard and all but it was supposed to be a act, like being
in a play or something. We had an arrangement and I thought that
eventually I'd be able to put enough money aside to maybe leave one day
and get back to my life. But this is too much!" Tim gasped in confused
anger. "I haven't worn men's clothes in months now. You have me going
out as a woman, shopping, dining and to the doctor for these treatments!"
He gasped again.
"And nobody pays you any mind do they Timothy? Hummm?" Ms. Lawrence
replied. "You're blending in fabulously now."
"That's the point!" he snapped. "It's, it's too much!"
With nothing left to hide she finally admitted that Tim had been on
female hormones since almost the first day. There was no allergic
reaction to the forms and the cream was a breast developer and not an
allergy ointment which included a topical ansthetic that reduced the
discomfort and tenderness while continuing to develop Tim at full
strength. And the last two doctor appointments for "injections" had
started Tim on a full female hormone replacement regimen. Tim would have
run for the door but there was nowhere to go now. The street still
awaited as did the lousy jobs if one could find one as well as the crummy
apartment and the spaghetti-O's. He grasped the pink robe around
himself, the thought of returning to that made him shudder.
"Well, I guess we'd better make an appointment for tomorrow morning if
you like," she said trying her best to disarm the budding "trophy wife."
"That's right! What ever you've been doing I want reversed before it's
too late!" Tim argued. "Then I'll stay around and be Mr. Hollingsworth's
vintage lady-of-the-house for awhile longer until I can save up enough
and then everyone will be happy. But all of these changes get fixed
tomorrow! Somehow," he ordered in as masculine tone and gesture as he
could still muster before swirling away to his room in his pink nightgown
and robe and high heeled slippers. Ms. Lawrence kept her word. Bright
and early Tim was back in the doctor's office.
"Well, we can do it, we'll have to do a mastectomy now, there's too much
development to hide. We'll have to resculpt the areolae and nipple area
as well," the doctor said. "I can check you into the hospital today."
"Fine. Whatever it takes," Tim said. His satisfaction growing at his
wishes were being complied with. He'd still play the game with Richard,
for awhile anyway and do what he was asked, he'd model the clothes and
look good, he'd just have to go back to the original silicone forms is
all. With that Tim was led away to a private room. The next morning he
was prepared for surgery and quietly wheeled away.
He felt the pain and the pressure on his chest as he awoke still groggy
after his procedure. But as his vision cleared he noticed that his chest
looked even larger than before. He was wrapped and bandaged and wearing
some type of a compressive sports bra. But something else was different,
his head felt heavy. He reached up and felt his head completely
bandaged, his puffy eyes now swollen to slits, his face swollen and
sploched with discolored bruises and wrapped and his nose was bandaged
and taped into position.
He tried to talk but his throat was dry. He fumbled weakly for a sip of
water as a nurse arrived to look him over. She helped hold the drink as
she steered the drinking straw to his swollen lips. He took several
swigs then tried to speak as the nurse took the cup away. But his voice
was still dry and raspy. The nurse then adjusted the IV drip and before
Tim could complain he began to fade out once again. He noticed the nurse
leaving as he lost consciousness once again. He hadn't noticed Ms.
Lawrence sitting across the room. She'd arrived to oversee Tim's
procedures. She was pleased that Richard's plan had now reached this
stage.
Of course Tim didn't get his male chest back, quite the contrary. He had
been resculpted and had been given large saline implants. His bandaged
face however was another matter. He'd had full facial feminization. He
wasn't very masculine to begin with being small and slight and light on
body hair but any masculine traits that he did have were now gone. Tim's
brow bones were reduced and his cheekbones were augmented giving him a
more heart shaped face. His hairline was now completely feminine and a
mild tracheal shave had been done to finish the work. With the addition
of little odds-and-ends he was finally finished then bandaged and sent
back to his room to recover.
"You fuckers! I'll kill you all!" Tim gasped three days later. He'd
become a bit of an administrative problem so leather restraints had to be
employed to keep him in bed during his recovery. He yelled once again
but he sounded different now, the voice had cleared but it wasn't his.
It was softer and in a higher register. It was then that he was told by
Ms. Lawrence that they'd seen to his voice as well.
Of course the revelation came after the doctor checked the facial
bandages. He nodded with approval at his handiwork and why not? Richard
had assembled the best surgeons in the world for his little project.
Second best just wouldn't do. Tim's face felt like he'd been in a car
wreck but with the doctor's assurance and the fact that he wasn't allowed
a mirror he had to take the his word for it. The true revelation came
when it was time to change the bandages on Tim's chest. His wrists,
waist and ankles were strapped from that point because there was no not-
seeing what had been done. Tim had indeed had a breast augmentation
instead of the promised reduction. This was one of the sticking points
Ms. Lawrence had mentioned to Richard about that line that was soon going
to have to be crossed if she was to continue.
There was a tightness in Tim's breasts and the crescent shaped pink
outline of the delicate scars remained just under each breast but they
soon began to fade and in time wouldn't be noticed at all. But the
breasts were far from unnoticeable now. They mounded on his chest, they
jiggled when he moved. The areolae were larger than before and the
nipples too as they became erect in the cool room air atop the jiggley
fleshy orbs. Tim was now a 38 "D."
As he continued to heal the facial bandages lessened with each re-
application. But his voice was now unmistakably feminine and no amount
of coughing or sipping hot tea would change the register now. The
raspiness was gone, Tim now spoke in a soft and feminine tone. But he
still hadn't seen his face.
"Damn you all for doing this to me! I told you I'd play along. You
didn't need to do this!" He hissed as angrily as his new voice would
allow, his breasts now healed and in a hospital sports bra for support.
They were prominent and jiggled under the pink nylon chiffon nightie as
he moved in bed still restrained as Ms. Lawrence sat nearby looking on on
another of her visits.
"Well, you can still play along," she said. "I know this is a bit much
but there is, shall we say a method to the madness. Be thankful we
didn't change everything," she said with assurance.
Of course although he was totally smooth and hairless he still had his
manhood and his unaltered scrotum inside the pink panties he now wore
under his nightgown. But either way Tim was more than a little angry.
Ms. Lawrence had finally had enough. She reached into a small case she
brought. She set it on the bed and opened it. Tim noticed the faint
smell of after-shave, and the familiar baseball cap and tennis shoes as
well as his T-shirts and pants. She then closed the case and set it
aside.
"You're not quite healed dahling so I wouldn't leave just yet. But there
you are," she said motioning to the little suitcase sitting on the table
across the room. "As soon as you get your last check up and release
you'll be free to go," she said point blank as she looked at Tim, and,
she wasn't smiling. This was the start of the final phase of the plan,
it was either a go or a no-go but either way this was the crossroads of
which Tim had just been made abundantly aware. He dropped his head back
to the pillow as his ears rang and his head spun. Ms. Lawrence got up
moved to the bed and began undoing Tim's restraints.
"We can still unto most everything and you can be on your way. But
personally? I wouldn't want to go through all of that again to reverse
what's already been done. And the original arrangement is still in
effect. If you want to leave you'll be on your own. It'll be Tim just
like before. Or you can go back to living a life of luxury and privilege
to do what you know you do best," she said.
"But, living that life of luxury in dresses and mincing around on high
heels?" Tim retorted.
"From what I've come to understand You're living a fantasy, a cross-
dressers dream! It's what you do dahling, it's who you are," Ms.
Lawrence reasoned point blank. "Be thankful you're not a tall, heavily
muscled and bearded hulking brute with the same mind set, that, would be
so tragic, so unfortunate. But you, Richard said you stood out from the
beginning at that Halloween party. A short slight delicate little man.
But with a little work and a little instruction look at you now, you're
far more feminine than most girls I've ever worked with. It works, you
work. Is it really that bad? Hummm?" she replied. "This is a rough
spot and I understand but, you've come so far now, your instruction is
nearly complete. At least stay until your face heals and I can do your
hair and makeup and if you still don't want to continue well, that will
be your choice," she said with certainty.
She then brought her purse and the bag containing Tim's street clothes
over to the bed as Tim sat up. She took out his complete male outfit
then reached into her purse and produced a man's billfold. She opened
her pocket book and took out ten crisp new one-hundred dollar bills and
put them in the wallet. She then tucked the wallet into the back pocket
of Tim's blue jeans as Tim looked on. She set a pair of tennis shoes on
the floor by the bed then reached back into her purse. This time she
took out an expensive lace lavished half cup demi-brassiere, in pink that
matched Tim's nylon chiffon baby doll robe. She then removed the sales
tag. It was no coincidence that the new brassiere was size 38"D." She
held it up in front of Tim by the satin straps in plain sight as he
looked on stunned.
"Well, what's it going to be dahling? Hummm?" Ms. Lawrence said in a
lilting but serious tone. She was done kibitzing. This plan was either
going to move forward to the next level with the full understanding of
all parties involved or her work was done, she'd leave. Then, as soon as
Tim went through a complete surgical reversal of what had already been
done and he healed up from that and was finally released from the
hospital he could get back into the street clothes in front of him and
make his way on his own once again, the thousand dollars a gift,
severance pay for services already rendered, a modest but last chance
leg-up to send him on his way. He couldn't imagine having those painful
procedures reversed but then it would be right back to a dingy apartment
and another dead-end job. His mind reeled, his head spun and while the
confused moments passed Ms. Lawrence quickly took the initiative.
She undid the pink satin bow at the collar of the pink nylon chiffon robe
then unsnapped the snap and swished the robe open and slipped it off
Tim's shoulders. She then undid the sturdy white front clasp medical
sports bra and took it away. The nipples became erect in the cool room
air as she threaded his arms through the pink satin straps of the new
brassiere.
"Lean forward dear," she whispered putting her hand on his shoulder. As
he leaned forward his pendulous breasts swung out in front of him and he
could feel their weight.
Tim's mind reeled. He hadn't given her an answer! He wanted to push her
away, to stop what was happening, the feeling of being pulled deeper and
deeper into femininity. There was the corrective surgery, the thousand
dollars and he could still get a job, any job somewhere his thoughts
screamed but then there was the elegant pampered kept life to think about
too, the extreme night and day comparison and the immediate ultimatum he
couldn't seem to get his mind around as it swirled in a mass of confused
thought. But it was just what Ms. Lawrence was counting on.
She swung the silken lace trimmed cups of the pink shelf brassiere out
capturing the jiggling fleshy orbs. Tim felt the sensation, the tickle
of the lace at the top of the cups and how the breasts slid into them
with ease and how the nipples pressed into the extent of the pink nylon
fabric of the cups and how they tightened around and lifted and supported
his breasts, mounding them on his chest as intended just like a vintage
pin-up. He felt the support now, noticed the all too real cleavage and
how the breasts jiggled as Ms. Lawrence continued.
She smiled with satisfaction as she hooked the sturdy strap at the back
of the brassiere and then adjusted the pink satin shoulder straps as Tim
gasped and his eyes fluttered. She then fluffed the layered pink nylon
chiffon baby doll robe on him once again, buttoned the front and retied
the pink satin bow at the rounded collar then smoothed it out as she
looked him over with approval. Tim had been forced to make a choice and
without a spoken word Ms. Lawrence knew what that choice was.
"The doctor says you should be ready to go home in another day or two Tim
dear," she said as she packed up the baseball cap and blue jeans and
tennis shoes and such back into the bag. She then gathered her purse and
turned with a smile "...see you tomorrow then?" Tim heard the zip of the
nylons and the satin lining of her tight skirt and the click of her high
heels as she left the room, the staccato clicks fading as she moved away
down the hall.
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