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The Student Belladonna Eric Prince stared at his wife as she berated him once more for losing his job. While Eric had been laid off from his teaching position because of the economy, he was slated to be let go regardless because of his poor evaluations just as he had from his prior teaching position. Eric was not able to effectively teach his students and he was generally considered to be unable to relate to them despite the fact that he was a young teacher. Given the cut backs at other neighboring schools, Eric's job hunt was not going well. While they did not need the money because of his wife's inheritance, Bianca was not about to let her husband lie around the house while she went to work. Bianca had tried to get her husband to relate to his students better. She had given him advice, but he had largely ignored it. That was grated on her the most. Bianca was far more experienced working with teenagers than Eric was, but he did not listen to her when it came to his work. It was the one area that Eric felt independent from Bianca. That fact made him hesitant to ever let her meddle in his employment related affairs. Bianca was several years older than Eric. She was the headmistress of a private all girls school that had been setup by an endowment from her great-grandparents. All of the headmistresses at the increasingly prestigious school had come from Bianca's family. Bianca had succeeded her mother when she retired a few years earlier Eric met Bianca not long after that. Eric was a recent graduate of college and had just landed his first job as a teacher in the local school district when he met her at a supermarket. Although Bianca was 10 years older than him, he found her to be very attractive. She had long legs and youthful appearance. Bianca was instantly drawn to Eric as well. He provided her with some youthful energy that she could not get enough of and also was in position to submit to her desires. Power was important to Bianca. She loved to wield it over her lovers. Eric was the perfect mix to her of a man who needed her, but who could also stand on his own. That was the type of man she took the most pleasure in dominating. Bianca in turn provided Eric with the financial support and love that had been absent in his life. His father died when he was young and his mother never had much money to her name. She died while he was in college during a coronary bypass surgery due to a complication with the anesthesia. After her death, he was left reeling and tried to find comfort in the arms of other women. Bianca provided him with a love that had been missing from his life as well as an authority figure that helped keep his mind focused. Eric rarely fought back against Bianca's wishes. He usually found that it was best for both of them if he acquiesced to her requests. Eric was perfectly happy with their relationship, even though he knew that it was hardly a relationship of equals. Eric was willing to let Bianca take the dominant role in the relationship because it served his greater purposes in life. The only thing that kept Eric from considering himself a kept man was the fact that he had a job that would allow him to pay his own bills, albeit in far less lavish surroundings than Bianca's large home in a wealthy neighborhood. While his reliance on his wife's wealth shamed him slightly, he found that it was easy to get over the fact that he was not the provider he felt he should be because it also meant that he did not have anything to worry about financially. Bianca pondered her husband's future as her neighbor and close friend Willow Potts knocked upon her front door. Bianca let her in while Eric never moved off of the couch he was watching a television show on. Willow said hello to Eric who politely waived as his eyes never left the television screen. Willow sat down with Bianca in the kitchen and asked, "Is he alright?" Bianca shook her head as she replied, "He's okay. He's just depressed." "He still can't find anything?" Bianca shook her head in silence as she took a sip of her tea before she began to make a cup for Willow. As she did so, Willow asked, "When he finds another job, have you figured out a way to make him, you know, good at it?" Bianca laughed as she replied, "If he would just listen to me, he wouldn't be in this situation, but he's too hard headed. You would think the first failure would have gotten him to reconsider his positions, but instead he just retrenched." Eric shook his head as he heard his wife's words from the couch. He turned up the volume on the television to try to tune out their conversation. Willow responded, "Is that why you never hired him to teach at your school?" Bianca smiled as she answered, "Well, there's that and the fact that we've never had a male teacher since the school opened. We try to be an all girls school from top to the bottom." "Well, maybe he'd do better with his future students if he got to hang around the girls from your school," Willow said with a smile. "I think some of the parents would have a problem with that," Bianca replied as a smirk came across her face as she handed Willow a cup of tea. Willow took a sip while Bianca sat down before she said, "Well, maybe they wouldn't have a problem if he was one of the girls." Bianca laughed and said, "I'm sure that would lead to a different set of problems." "Why, have you ever thought about it?" "Thought about what?" "Bringing him to school as just one of the girls." Bianca shook her head as she answered in a slowly, "I can't say that I have. Besides, I already told you what's been said about his teaching skills, and I only bring in the best teachers for my girls. I owe it to them." Eric grimaced as he heard his wife's words. His attempts to drown out their conversation were failing miserably. He tossed the remote against the couch and got to his feet. He walked into the kitchen and stared at Willow who had gone silent as she heard Eric stirring in the other room. Willow smiled at Eric and said, "Are you joining us?" Eric shook his head before Willow continued, "Well, Bianca, I didn't mean that you should bring Eric on as a female teacher, I meant that you should bring him on as a female student." Eric's head jerked towards Willow prompting Bianca to smirk as she responded, "Well, I don't know about that. I don't think my husband would look to good in one of our plaid jumpers." "I think you're wrong, Bianca. I mean look at him. He's already a wirily little guy, he'd be a waif of a girl. He's only 5'8," which is tall for a girl, but not unusually so. He could be the Taylor Swift of your school." Willow's word made Bianca laugh. Eric glared at Willow as he felt angry and humiliated at the same time by Willow's description of him in such feminine terms. Bianca could see Eric's displeasure and decided to have a little fun at his expense as she replied, "We'll now that you mention it, he does have the legs for a skirt." Eric's head slowly turned to Bianca. She smirked at his scowl as Willow added, "I mean with a little work, he'd look just like one of the girls from your school's volleyball team." "I think the shorts would tell a different story though," Eric interjected. "Well, yes, that would be a giveaway if it was still visible," Willow replied before she took another sip of her tea. "Where's it supposed to go," Eric replied while he shook her head. "They have prosthetics for that sort of thing, Eric," Willow answered. "Who?" Eric asked as he threw up his hands. "Wouldn't you like to know," Willow said before taking another sip. "I'd sure like to know," Bianca interjected. Willow responded, "I know of a little clinic that could get rid of Eric's little tells and make him look like he's just another girl at the Academy." "I doubt it," Eric retorted. "I wouldn't. Everything male about you is easily concealable. You have effeminate features and you're thinner than most girls. They could make quite the woman out of you." "I'm so sure," Eric said as he blushed and shook his head. Eric felt sickened by her use of the word effeminate to describe him. It was a term he had tried to fight against most of his life. Eric had been teased his whole childhood over his slender physique and sub par physical strength. He was frequently picked on and teased for being weak. As he went through puberty, the number of homophobic remarks thrown his way became impossible to count. In addition to slurring his sexuality with baseless accusations of homosexuality, Eric also had to contend with rumors that he had an eating disorder. Eric had difficulty gaining weight and had actively sought to build muscle mass as a teenager. His attempts, however, failed to gain him much strength or muscle mass. Eric had become more comfortable with his physique over the years. He had come to stop bemoaning it and accepted it as part of who he was. That was made much easier once he met Bianca. He knew that she was drawn to him because of his slender body and pretty boy looks that had so often made him the target of ridicule. Bianca's praise for Eric's appearance was often mixed with subtle reminders of her dominant role in their relationship. Eric would blush whenever Bianca reminded him of her thirty pound weight advantage or that she was three inches taller than him. Eric picked up on her hints that she could overpower him if she wanted to, but Bianca never actually tried to do so. Willow smiled at Eric and said, "I know they could make a great girl out of you." Bianca put her cup of tea on the countertop and said, "What are you really talking about?" "There's a clinic in the city that specializes in treatments that let people like Eric go deep undercover as someone else," Willow explained. "Really?" Bianca asked. The intrigue in his wife's voice made Eric nervous before he interjected, "It doesn't matter. I wouldn't do it anyway." "Why not?" Bianca asked. "Are you being serious?" Eric replied. "I sure am." "Well, tell me, dear, why would I want to be a teenage girl?" "It would help you learn to relate to the students you'd have if you ever get another job again. How kids actually learn is not something they teach you in school. You can't get it from a book." "I know that, but why couldn't I be a guy?" "And what school could we get you into if you went back as a guy? This only works because I could sign you up for my school with full phony records to get you in." Willow smirked as she listened and knew that Bianca's belief was inaccurate, but given Eric's failure to use his male teenage experience as a resource to relate back to as he tried to educate his students, she figured it was best if she kept her mouth shut. Eric responded, "It's out of the question." "Oh, you're too good to try to actually be good at what you do. Do you know how many strings I had to pull to get you your last job? Every time you lose one, it makes it harder for another school to take a fresh look at you." Eric nodded his head and agreed with her assessment, but he replied, "I get that, I do. It's just that I can't do it. You can't expect me to agree to it either. It's not a realistic solution to the problem." Bianca shook her head as she retorted, "Not realistic? Okay, let me give you a little realism, dear. You're unemployed, sponging off your wife and, now, telling her that you won't take any help from her to help keep you employed the next time you get a job. That's the same little mistake that you kept making when you had a job. While you might be happy being a lay about around here, I'm not. I expect you to work and if that means trying to better yourself, you'd better do it or you're out of here." "It's not like that," Eric responded as a growing feeling of urgency arose inside of him. He began to wonder if his wife was serious about throwing him out. He knew that their prenuptial agreement was written so that they would both keep what they brought into the marriage. It was an agreement that strongly favored his old money wife. "Then what's it like?" "Look, I'll do whatever you want me to do. I've learned that I need your help. I got that, now. I swear I do. I won't blow you off anymore when you give me advice. I know that you've been relating to students far longer than me, but I think you'd have to agree that what you're asking me to do is a little much." "I think it's necessary," Bianca said as she turned to Willow who nodded in support of her neighbor and friend. "You want me to spend some time looking like a teenage girl. I wouldn't be able to look for another job or even go out among other adults if I looked a girl." "You were never much for going out anyway, and you know, there won't be full time job openings until next spring. I really don't see what the problem is." "How can you not?" Eric shouted. Bianca glared at Eric. Eric stooped a little as he knew that he had angered the woman who alone could make his life significantly worse. Bianca knew that Eric was anxious as he stood before. She thought that what her friend was proposing was the best thing for husband at that moment. Bianca spoke in the sternest tone she reserved for her school's wayward girls, "So what's it going to be?" Eric stared down at the floor and said, "I'll do what you think is best." Bianca clapped her hands and said, "Fantastic. So, Willow, where is this place you've talking about it." Willow gave Bianca the contact information for the clinic that she had been talking about. Bianca called the number and made arrangements for Eric to be brought there. As she sat back down with Willow and Eric, Bianca said, "The clinic told me that they're going to need an address for Eric's new feminine identity." Willow smiled before she said, "Give them my address. You could sign him up at your school as an exchange student." "That's not a bad idea. We couldn't be signing him up with my address. That would just look weird." "Yes, the headmistress can't be living with a student that isn't related to her," Willow replied as Eric listened in silence as his wife and her friend made plans for him like he was not there. 'God, it's like I'm already a child', Eric thought as he felt sick to his stomach. He excused himself and walked outside. Eric sat on the front porch and clasped his head and wondered how he had let things spiral so out of control in such a short period of time. As Eric bemoaned his situation, Bianca and Willow kept making plans for him. Willow and Bianca decided that Eric would stay with Willow after he got home from the clinic. Willow was happy with the plan as she was a single mother and felt that she could use some help around the home. Willow had been widowed three years earlier after her husband's death from pancreatic cancer. She had two children from her marriage, a 13 year old son named Adam and a six year old daughter named Alice. Willow and Bianca decided between themselves that it would be best to not tell Eric about his future living arrangements until after he underwent his treatments at the clinic. Willow then dismissed herself to go pick up her daughter from her ballet practice. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Eric awoke the day of his scheduled trip to the clinic with a feeling of trepidation. He knew that there was no way out of it. He had agreed to his wife's demands so that he could maintain the standard of living that he had become accustomed to. Bianca was up and walking around and getting ready to leave when he awoke. Bianca smiled down at him as he lay in the bed as she said, "Sleeping late, well, that's one of the things you're going to have to give up once you're a girl." Eric rubbed his face as he heard Bianca's laughter as she put on a pair of pants from her closet. Eric rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. Once he finished in it, he came out and dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Bianca smiled at his ensemble and said, "Did you notice how quick you got ready to go?" Eric shrugged before Bianca said, "You're going to look back at that sometime soon and realize just how luck you are to have that little things between your legs." Eric blushed at her description of his member. While she did not mean to make him self-conscious about it, he could not help it as he was one of the countless men who wished his member was a little larger. Eric walked down the stairs and ate a quick breakfast before he collected his wallet and headed out the door beside Bianca. Bianca walked to the driver's side of the car, which was unusual. As Eric usually drove then, he asked here, "Bianca's what's going on?" Bianca replied, "Well, since you're going to be a girl..." "Quiet down," Eric begged as he looked around the empty neighborhood streets. "Then get in the car and we'll discuss it," Bianca replied. Eric hastily got into the passenger's seat and Bianca pulled the car out of the driveway. As they drove to the clinic, Bianca explained that she was driving to help get him into the proper mindset of the teenage girl he was going to be. Eric accepted her theory, but still felt uneasy about going through with his wife's plan. Bianca noticed Eric's nervousness and tried her best to calm him down. Her efforts only worked for a few seconds before his trepidation would remerge. As they drew closer to the clinic, Eric begged for her to reconsider what they were doing. Bianca shook her head and said, "If you're not willing to improve yourself to get a new job, why should I keep you around?" "There's got to be a better way." "I'm sure there is, but you haven't give me one to consider," Bianca replied. Eric nodded and realized that instead of ruing his situation, he should have been trying to pitch Bianca alternatives. He tried to think of ones in haste as the GPS indicated that the clinic was only two blocks north. Eric frantically said everything that came into his mind, but each option he presented was dismissed offhand by Bianca for various reasons. As the car came to a stop in front of the clinic, Eric resigned himself to his fate. Eric felt that he could have fought her decision harder, but he knew that the time for that had long since passed. There was no changing Bianca's mind now. He knew that once she had her mind set on something nothing could sway her. Bianca and Eric exited the car and headed towards the discreetly named building. They were let by two staff members and brought inside. As Bianca filled out his intake paperwork, Eric looked around the lobby as he saw people waiting to be picked up. He wondered who they really were, assuming that they had gone through the types of radical makeovers that he had heard that the clinic specialized in. Bianca then tapped Eric on the shoulder and said, "They're going to be taking you in now." "Are you sure about this," Eric asked as he gave her the saddest look he could manage. "It's for the best, dear," Bianca said before she kissed him on the lips and said, "I'm going to miss that though." The lingering taste of her lipstick was left on Eric's lips as he watched Bianca walked towards the door. She smiled at him before she the door to the clinic was opened by two staff members to let her exit. As Bianca walked out of the clinic, Eric was escorted into a room by a member of the staff. The staff member helped disrobe Eric to his dismay. He hated being naked around strangers and did his best to maintain his modesty before the man left the room. The man left without saying a word about Eric's body, which made him feel slightly better about his situation. Eric was left alone in the room and stared at the shower stall before a middle aged woman walked into the room. Eric did not move as he did not want to reveal his privates to the woman as she approached him. She smiled at his feeble attempts at maintaining his modesty before she placed a pair of goggles on his head. She then placed a tight plastic cap that extended from just under his goggles and was pulled over his head. Eric felt disoriented as the black cap made him blind as it was pulled tightly down the side of his head and came to a stop just over the beginning of his neck. Eric felt a slight bit of pain from the uncomfortable way his skin was being pulled by the tight plastic cap on his head before he felt a mist being sprayed onto his body. "What are you doing?" "Giving you a depilation treatment! Now, keep your mouth shut. Trust me; you don't want to swallow any of this stuff." The woman's remark made Eric tremble with fear. He closed his mouth and felt the mist being sprayed against his face. The woman then said, "Just keep your mouth shut for a few more minutes and this will all be over." Eric nodded as he began to feel a hot sensation climbing his legs from where he had been sprayed first. The woman noticed Eric's growing unease and started to spray off the hair remover that remained on his skin. A sense of relief came over Eric as he felt the cool liquid slowly ascending his body and eliminating the burning feeling that was overtaking his skin. When the woman finished, she removed the plastic cap from Eric's head. Eric cringed as his dilated pupils reacted negatively to the bright florescent lighting of the room. As Eric's eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed that the burning feeling he had sensed had caused the removal of his body hair. Eric sighed at how feminine his slender body looked without body hair, with the exception of his flat chest and groin. The woman then handed Eric a towel to dry himself with. Eric patted himself dry at the woman's instructions before another staff member entered the room while Eric was wrapping the towel around his waist. Eric was then escorted into another room, dressed only in the white towel he was given. Eric was told to lie down on the examination table in the middle of the room to wait for the technician. Eric felt a bit uneasy as he followed the girl's direction. A nervous feeling gnawed at Eric as he counted the tiles on the ceiling and tried not to think about what would happen to him next. Eric's attempt at putting the day's events out of his mind came to an abrupt end as he heard the door to the room open. A young technician dressed in a blouse and a pair of black leggings walked in. Eric's eyes glanced at her breasts before he looked at her slender figure that was adorned with her skin tight clothing. Eric could not help but feel attracted to her and felt his member start to twitch. He looked away from her and tried to calm himself down by thinking of unattractive things. Eric knew that the woman he found so attractive was going to be feminizing him in some way. He did not want her to think that he wanted to be undergoing the procedure even though he knew that her opinion of him made no difference as he was a married man. The young technician said hello to him before she said, "Okay, now, let's get started. So I'm going to need to see what I have to work with," before she pulled the towel away from his body. Eric's hands instinctively reached to cover his still erect member. The girl smiled and said, "Oh, I can see someone is eager to get started." Eric shook his head as he blushed and said, "No. I really don't want to do this. I'm only doing for my wife." The girl gave Eric a skeptical look before she rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, yes. I know that men are always making women out of themselves because their wives say so." Eric shook his head as she wheeled over a steel cart containing supplies that she would need for her tasks. As the girl stood over him and began to make a mold of his chest, Eric said, "I know it sounds ridiculous, but I'm doing it for her." The girl looked at Eric and said, "Look, we can stop this right now. I'll take this stuff off your chest; we'll give your clothes and let you walk out the door. We're not going to do something to you against your will. That's not what anybody in this facility is in this for. So do you want us to stop?" Eric thought about his wife's threats. He knew that he could not stop. He shook his head prompting the girl to smile as she said, "I knew that the Lady doth protest too much" before she removed the mold from his chest. Eric blushed as he reconsidered his options. The same scenario's that played out in his imagination before came to the forefront of his mind. Eric felt that he had no other choice. The girl then came back over to Eric with two flesh colored mounds that caught his eyes immediately. Eric looked at them, knowing what they were, and thought they were jiggling like Jell-O. The girl began to apply a solution to the back of one of the mounds and placed it against his chest. Eric closed his eyes as he felt the cold adhesive being pressed against his chest to secure the left breast form. The girl then repeated her task with the other breast form. As she finished, Eric gazed down at the b-cup breast forms that were preventing him from looking down at the rest of his body as he lay on the examination table. The woman then said, "Okay, now, I'm going to move on to your crotch. So you're going to feel some pulling when I'm doing this okay?" Eric nodded at her as he tried to not think about her warm smooth hands touching his privates. Eric felt a feeling of arousal as he felt her take his penis in one hand. Her hand felt like silk and he immediately felt his member becoming erect before he felt her pushing his testicles up into his body. The feeling felt unnatural to him before he sensed his member being twisted about uncomfortably. A cold sensation then followed. Eric knew that the prosthetic he could not see had been added to his crotch. He had a good idea about what it was given the day's events and Willow's earlier comments, but he was unable to confirm his fears at that moment. The technician moved towards his chest and inspected his breast forms before she began to mix a special paint for the forms. Eric tried to not think of what he would look like from the neck down when he saw himself in the mirror. He knew that given his smooth, slender and now curved body, he would like a woman with a male head. The idea disgusted him and he hoped that few people would see him like that, even though he knew that it was probably old hat to every person in the facility. The technician moved away from the paint to let it settle. She walked over towards Eric and stared at his face. "What is it?" Eric asked as he felt uneasy looking at her expressionless visage examining his face. "I'm just determining what kind of prosthetics you need on your face." "What do I need?" "You'll find out shortly," the technician responded with a smile as she turned away from him. The girl then began to take a mold of his nose and chin, giving Eric an obvious idea of what she was planning to do him next. After she removed the molds she prepared the prosthetics for his face before she applied the paint to his breast and vagina forms. Eric watched her as she applied the paint to his breast forms. Eric noticed that the coloring matched his skin tone precisely. The technician applied the paint so as to create a seamless flow from the breast forms to his flesh. Eric stared down at his chest, stunned by how real they looked. He was horrified by them in some ways, but he was in awe of the talent of the technician. They looked real to him as he went to touch them. The technician noticed and said, "No. No. Don't touch them until I say it's okay." Eric nodded as he puts his hands back down on the examination table. When the technician finished painting his vagina prosthetic, she turned her attention to his face. She removed the prosthetics from the molds she created and carefully affixed them to his face with the powerful adhesive. She smiled at the way the prosthetics smoothed out his chin and gave him a more rounded nose, which was the most effeminate shape she could make his nose. While his nose was larger than most girls, the technician knew that it was within the realm of normal for girls. The technician then turned her attention to Eric's neck and his slightly visible Adam's apple. She smiled at him before she took hold of a small electronic device. "Now, stay still," the technician said as she leaned over Eric's body. Eric could not help but to stare down at her cleavage that was exposed beneath the plunging v-neckline of her blouse. Eric felt the device being affixed to his throat and felt a slight clamping feeling on it. He went to pull at it, but the technician slapped his hands and said, "Don't touch it. It's supposed to feel that way." "Why?" Eric shrieked in a high pitched voice that shocked him. "That's why," the technician retorted with a smile. "What the hell did you do to me?" Eric asked in his unambiguously feminine tone. "It's nothing permanent. It's just something to make your voice a little more feminine." "A little bit more," Eric screeched. "Yes, the device is just putting pressure on your voice box and your vocal chords. It's constricting them a little to change to your tone. The constriction is making it harder, if not impossible, to produce the deeper tones we expect from men." Eric nodded and tried to not speak as he was embarrassed by his voice before the technician made a mold his neck. While she waited for the neck prosthetic to be ready, she painted his nose and chin before she walked over to the phone hanging on the wall and made a call. The technician smiled at Eric as she walked back over and sat him up. Eric tried his best to peer down his chest at his crotch and was able to almost see the smoothness that had taken the place of his manhood. The technician slapped Eric's arm and said, "You boys are all the same. The first thing you want to see is your pussy." Eric blushed again before a woman walked into the room while pushing a metal cart through the doorway. Eric instinctively covered his crotch again. The smooth feeling made him pull his hand away as he was shocked by how strange the emptiness felt. The woman introduced herself as the clinic's resident beautician. Eric smiled and said hello to her before his curiosity got the better of him and he reached for the mounds that where jiggling on his chest as he moved. He touched them and felt the softness of his breasts that seemed softer than his own his skin. The beautician and technician laughed at Eric's act prompting him to drop his hands as he blushed. The beautician then took hold of Eric's hands and said, "I'll have to do something about these nails." Eric wondered what she was going to do before she started to mix a fowl smelling solution on the cart and then took hold of two bottles of nail polish. Eric watched as she gave him a French pedicure before she applied the solution to his nails to prime them for the application of acrylic nails. She then applied the glue to his nails and secured the acrylic nail tips to each of his fingers. The beautician shaped the nails to provide for the desired just over the fingertip length before she let the technician apply the prosthetic over Eric's throat. When it was in place, the beautician gave a French Manicure to his fingernails that matched the coloring of his toenails. The beautician then said goodbye to Eric and the technician before she mentioned that she would be seeing Eric again. Eric did not pay much attention to her words as he was obsessed by how feminine every piece of his body that he could see looked. The technician then had Eric lay down on the examination table after his nail polish had finished drying. The technician painted Eric's throat prosthetic to make it match his skin tone before she sat him and asked, "What would you like for lunch?" "Lunch?" Eric asked, not feeling the slightest bit hungry. "Yes, it's 2 O'clock." "Really?" Eric replied as he realized that he had lost all conception of time. "Yes, now, what will it be?" "Well, what are my options?" "We want you to lose some weight, so you have two choices, salad or yogurt." "I'm not really a salad person," Eric replied. "Well, that will have to change, but right now, I'll order you a yogurt." "One yogurt?" Eric asked in almost childish tone that embarrassed him. "A girl's got to starve herself to stay thin. Beauty has a price, dear." Eric nodded, unhappy about his situation, but well aware that there was little he could do to change it at the moment. The technician called in an order for him as he waited for the paint on his neck prosthesis to dry. A staff member brought Eric a container of yogurt and a spoon. Eric ate the yogurt without incident as the technician watched his throat prosthesis as he swallowed. When he finished the yogurt, he asked the girl, "What's so interesting?" "I was just making you could swallow the yogurt." "Why?" Eric asked as a feeling of uneasiness came over him. "Well, that device constricting your vocal chords and voice box interferes with your swallowing. You can swallow soft foods, like yogurt, eggs and oatmeal, but with harder foods, you're going to have to take small bites. Just cut your food up the way you would for a small child and you'll be good to go." "Are you serious?" Eric asked in a high tone that bothered his ears. "Very serious, and it's all for the best." "How do you figure?" Eric asked in the deepest voice he found that he could muster. The girl replied, "Well, taking smaller bites will result in your stomach telling you that you're full faster. You will eat less and you will lose weight until your body reaches a plateau once it has become used to the decreased food intake." Eric glared at the girl as he replied, "I'm 5'8" and only weigh 120 pounds. How much weight do I have to spare?" "A girl can always stand to lose ten to twenty pounds," the girl replied with a smile before she opened the door and said, "It's time for your next treatment." Eric shook his head as he feared what the loss of weight would do to his body. He looked at her and responded, "Can't I at least have something to cover this up" as he pointed at his body. "Oh, I'm sorry," the girl replied before she provided him with a hospital gown. Eric slipped it on and walked down the hallway with her before she brought him into a room where two other clients were undergoing treatments. Eric looked at the two feminized men who were having their hair worked on. The first man was having his hair dyed while the other was having the final extensions added to his hair. Eric was told to wait his turn and he sat down on a chair and waited for the stylist to call him over. When she did, Eric got to his feet and walked over to her. There was not a mirror in the room to his dismay as he sat down at the stylist's station. Eric was hoping to at least get a glimpse of himself. He could see how convincingly feminine the other men were and was anxious to see if he was as unambiguously feminine too. The stylists worked on Eric's hair as he wondered how he looked at that moment. He thought about what awaited him back home too. He feared that while he might look young enough to be in high school, he would be such an outsider that Bianca's plan would not work. He knew that she would be watching him as he walked the hallways of her school. He wondered what she would do if she thought he was intentionally failing to bond with the other girls. The stylist spent hours on his extensions before his hair was dyed. Eric hated the smell of the dye. He had always hated the smell from when he was young when his mother would dye her hair in her eternal quest to keep looking young for the string of boyfriends she had after his father's death. When the stylist was finished dying his hair, Eric could see from the strands of hair that fell along the side of his face that she had dyed it strawberry blonde. He shook his head and knew that Bianca had to have had a hand in the color selection. Bianca always loved the hair color, but she felt that she could not pull off the hair color given the perpetually tanned skin she inherited from her Italian grandmother. The hair color, however, went well with Eric's light skin tone. 'I hope she's jealous when she sees me', Eric thought for a second before he chuckled to himself as he realized the ridiculous nature of his thought. Eric's smile faded as he was told to stand up by a clinic employee. The staff member directed Eric to his next destination. Eric got to his feet and followed the man's directions. He turned a corner and walked into a room and saw the beautician waiting for him. "Oh, there's my new canvas," she said with a smile. Eric forced a grin to his face as he walked towards her with his head down. The woman sat Eric down on a chair and began to thin out his eyebrows. The plucking did not hurt him all that much before she turned her attention to putting on his makeup. Eric listened to the woman as she explained the purpose of the various cosmetics she was applying to his face. She was careful to give him makeup tips and explained that he would be undergoing makeup training during his stay at the clinic. Eric responded to her praise for his appearance with polite thankfulness. The praise only made him wonder more and more about what he looked like. Eric then asked, "Can I get a mirror?" "A mirror?" The woman replied with a laugh before she said, "Soon enough. I'm not the one that gives our new creations a mirror to see themselves, that's left to our personal stylists." "When will I be seeing them?" "Right about now," she responded. Eric nodded as he looked up at the woman before he saw the door open. A young woman walked through the door and looked Eric over from head to toe as he sat in the beautician's chair. She nodded to herself and said, "I've got just the style in mind for you young lady." Eric blushed while he got to his feet to follow her out the door. As he did so, he asked, "Could you please not call me young lady." "What else would I call you then?" "How about Eric?" "Eric? That's no name for a pretty young girl." "We'll I'm not a pretty young girl." "Well, if you say so, but I sure won't be calling you Eric, Jasmine." "Jasmine?" "Yes, that's the name we have that was selected for you." "By who?" Eric said as he voiced reached its highest pitch and irritated his ears as well as the personal stylist's. "Your intake sheet doesn't say if it was by you or your companion." "You mean my wife?" "I don't think a woman your age can legally marry." "I'm 27 years old." "Not any more, dear. You're definitely a minor, at least under this state's laws." "Oh, come on. We're not outside. Could you at least treat me like the man I am in here?" The girl laughed as she looked over Eric's body. She pointed at him and said, "What man is that? The man that has no body hair, the man that has such girlish twig legs, the man that has nothing pushing his hospital gown away from his body beneath his waist, the man that has something pushing his hospital gown away from his above his waist, the man who..." "Okay, I get it." "Good, girl," the girl responded as she pushed open a door and said, "Let's get you started." Eric watched as the girl went through the racks of clothes for ones in his size and said, "Since you're a teenager, we're going to have to dress you properly." "Okay," Eric replied slowly. "That means no stockings or petticoats or any other of those childish sissy fantasies you may have." "I'm not a sissy!" "Of course not, you're a teenage girl and that's what you're going to dress like." "Great," Eric replied. The girl noticed his sarcasm and said, "Well, if you insist, we could get you some Lolita fashion. I think you'd stick out like a sore thumb though." "No. That won't be necessary," Eric rushed to respond as he thought about the style of dress he was so enamored with during a trip to Japan a few years earlier. "Good, because I totally get a girly girl vibe from you, and I'd rather you fit in when you rock that look." "How old are you?" Eric asked. The girl smiled and said, "I'm 22. So, I'm not that far removed from standing in your shoes." Eric stared at the girl for a second before he asked, "Are you a former patient?" "Well, first off, we don't call our guests patients. We call them clients as we're not actually operating on them. Secondly, you wish you could look as good as me, babe. I'm all natural." Eric nodded feeling slightly relieved that the picture of femininity in front of him dressed in shorts, pantyhose and four inch platform high heels that so aroused him was not a man. The girl then produced a slip on, grey, high-waisted, bandage skirt, a layered white jersey tank top with a scoop neck and three inch heeled, silver fabric, peep toed pumps. She smiled as she said, "This should get you started on the road to being the girl you've always wanted to be." "I never wanted to be a girl." "I think it's time to drop the act, sister," the girl retorted as she handed him a white bra and a pair of grey tights and told him to put them on. Eric sighed as he took them from her. After removing his hospital dress, he first tried to put on the bra. He had seen girls do it a number of times before and figured that there was no real mystery to putting it on. He struggled to hook it behind his back while the girl smiled at his nude feminized body that he no longer felt the urge to cover himself up as he knew that the exposed private parts were not really his anyway. The stylist continued to smile as she had seen countless men come through and struggle with their bras and never ask for help. She liked watching Eric struggle as his pride prevented him from asking the young girl for help dressing himself. After ten minutes, Eric gave up and said, "You know what, I've decided to put on the pantyhose first." "Okay, but those are tights not pantyhose." "Is that a distinction without a difference?" "Not amongst girls it isn't." Eric shrugged and tried to put his feet into the tights, but the personal stylist stopped him. "What's the matter?" Eric asked. "You're going to put a run into them that way." "Well, what do I have to do?" "You have to roll them down to the bottom." "Like this," Eric said as he slowly rolled the tights down. "Like that," the girl said as she watched Eric. As he finished rolling them she said, "Now take a seat over here and put your toes to the seam of each foot." Eric nodded and sat down on a stool in the room. He followed the personal stylist's direction and then slowly unrolled the tights up his leg as she instructed. Eric felt himself becoming aroused as the silky feeling of the tights ascended his legs. He was happy that his vagina form was keeping the young girl from noticing the pleasure he was taking in putting them on. As he finished pulling the tights up his legs, the girl handed Eric the bra back. Eric sighed and blushed as he asked, "Do you have any tips for this?" The girl nodded and instructed Eric how to hook the bra behind his back. Eric struggled to put her advice into practice, but after a few minutes, he found that he was able to. Eric then slipped the tank top over head and stepped into the constricting skirt before he slid his feet into the heels. The girl smiled at Eric as she took him by the hand and led him out of the room. Eric felt uneasy walking in the heels with the tight stride constricting skirt, but he felt slightly at ease because the personal stylist was dictating a slow pace as she guided him into a room that was mirrored on all four sides. Eric's jaw dropped as he moved his head around and saw his feminized body from all four sides. He turned and saw the personal stylist smile as she went close the door as she said, "I'm going to give you a moment to collect yourself, dear." Eric watched the door close and saw that it had mirror on the back of it too. Eric moved towards a corner and looked at how feminine his figure was. Everything about his appearance screamed girly girl as the personal stylist had indicated. Eric examined his long strawberry blonde colored hair that was parted in the middle before he looked at his feminine face. There was nothing masculine about it. There was not a trace of the beard stubble he was used to sporting. There was nothing left of his eyebrows, but thin arches. The pink glossy lips seemed to be inviting a kiss he could never place on them. There were few traces of the face that he had been used to seeing in the mirror. The reshaping of his chin, however, had certainly feminized his face as had the nose prosthesis. Eric felt that his nose was on the large size for a girl, but he knew he could not expect otherwise without undergoing a surgery. Still the shape of the nose was feminine. He felt a bit self-conscious about it though, wondering if it was a bit bulbous. 'I'm sure the other girls will tease me for this', Eric thought to himself before he realized that he thought of himself as a girl. Eric shook his head trying to disabuse himself of that notion. As he stared at the floor, he repeated to himself, "No matter how much you may look like you're a girl, you're a guy, remember that." Eric took a deep breath and looked back into the mirror. He saw only a strange girl staring back at him. As Eric examined her face, he knew that she was definitely a teenager. "I can't even buy a drink with this face," Eric muttered before he went back gazing at his feminine reflection. After a few minutes, the personal stylist knocked on the door and opened it. She smiled and asked, "How do you like the vanity room? Eric stared at her and asked, "Is this real?" She smirked as she walked towards him and pinched his arm. Eric cringed as she replied, "Does it feel real?" Eric nodded as he stared back at the young girl's face in the mirror. Eric's stupor was ended when the stylist said, "Okay, stop admiring yourself, girly. It's time to get you some dinner and then I'm going to put you through your motions." "My what?" "Your motions, training, etc. I'm going to be the one who trains you over the next two weeks to be the type of girl who fit seamlessly with all the other teen girls you're going to be calling classmates soon enough." "You know about that?" Eric asked as he wondered what other information Bianca had given the clinic. "We know what we need to do to make sure that when you leave this place, no one will think that you're anything other than a regular teenage girl unless they knew the truth. Eric nodded and walked beside his personal trainer as she led him towards the cafeteria for dinner. Eric listened to her instructions as she told him to let the skirt constrict his stride and to carefully take each step. She smiled at his occasional stumbles and said, "Don't worry, it gets easier with practice." Eric nodded in response and hoped that she was right. When he got to the cafeteria, he was provided with a salad. Although, he wanted to eat something with protein, he knew that his objections to the salad would get him nowhere. Eric ate beside the personal stylist in the cafeteria. She gave him advice regarding how he ate and how he sat. Eric was careful to observe her advice as he did not want anyone looking up his skirt. While Eric felt uncomfortable wearing such clothing, it was nothing in comparison to the feeling he got when he swallowed. Eric realized the technician was right. He found that he had to cut up his salad into very small bits before he chewed it. Despite feeling hungry when he entered the cafeteria, Eric only ate half his salad before he felt full. With his dinner finished, the personal stylist took Eric to the room he would be staying in during his time at the clinic. Eric looked around the room that was decorated with heart shaped items. The word "Princess" was printed above the bed that was covered with a pink bedspread on it. Eric felt that the room was too girlish. He stuck out his tongue as he looked at his accommodations prompting the personal stylist to admonish him, "That's not lady like. You're going to a proper private school not a trashy public school where that kind of white trash behavior is tolerated." Eric nodded at her, knowing that his wife would probably admonish her student if she stuck out her tongue in disgust in her presence. The personal stylist felt that she had made her point when she picked up a Seventeen magazine and pointed to a stack of magazines as she said, "Take a look at these. I expect you to read each and every one of them while you're here. You're going to start with this one, and I'm going to quiz on teen culture each day to make sure you're doing your reading." "Okay," Eric replied as he looked at the television and wondered if there was a game on. The personal stylist smiled at Eric and said, "And don't waste your time watching Television, the only channels you get in this room are MTV, MTV2 and the CW. Watching it will do you some good, but I don't want you to get jealous about other girls Super Sweet 16's because you're not going to get one." Eric cursed under his breath as he realized that he had no male outlet in that room. He looked at the personal stylist and nodded to her before she left the room. Eric climbed into the bed and turned on the television to confirm what he had been told. When he found out that she had not been lying to him, he took to reading the Seventeen magazine she had provided him. The celebrity gossip in its pages bored him, but he made sure to memorize each detail before he looked at the other magazines in the pile that was left for him. Eric looked at each title with a feeling of sickness growing in his stomach. "Glamour, Teen Vogue, Allure? God! Why couldn't she have at least let me be a tomboy?" Eric thought to himself as he rubbed his face. Eric cringed as he looked at the makeup that had rubbed off on his hands. Eric walked into the bathroom that was part of his accommodations and washed his hands. He saw makeup remover on the sink top and began to apply it to his face as he had seen Bianca do to hers each day before bed. When he was satisfied that it was off, Eric walked back into the bedroom section of his room and looked for a change of clothes. He found a few pairs of girl's pajamas and he put on the least girly pair he was provided with, which consisted of a neon pink v-neck t-shirt and leopard pants with a pink belted waist. After Eric dressed in the pajamas, he headed to the bathroom again. He went to lift the seat on the toilet, but he found that it would not budge. He cursed himself for a moment before he realized that there was a reason it could not be pulled up. Eric sighed as he sat down and went to the bathroom, feeling more feminine than he had since he left the mirrored room. Eric wiped himself dry as Bianca had done in his presence before. Eric then walked over to his bed and slipped under the covers. He read another magazine with the light on before he turned it off and turned in for the night. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Eric spent the next two weeks going through a feminine boot camp. He was put through the rigors of learning to walk in heels, sit like a woman, use his hands like a woman and increase his voice inflection like a woman as well. The clinic focused on every detail to try to get Eric to conduct himself unambiguously like a teen age girl. Eric feared that the training would affect him even after his prosthetics were removed and he was a man again, but he knew that those fears were premature at best. Eric found that the training took up most of his days, and he had to laugh at the basic training like walking with a book on his head to keep his straight and his chin up. It all felt ridiculous to him, but he worked on it as hard as he could for fear of Bianca finding out that he was not trying his best. In addition to training him to act like a woman, Eric found that his personal stylist was actually going to quiz him on popular culture. Everyday he had to read several entertainment, style and woman's magazines, and he was tested for his retention of it each day. His personal stylist would hold up pictures of various celebrities, and he was required to repeat the lines he was told were his opinions of each of them. As his personal stylist picked up a picture of Justin Bieber, Eric said, "That's Justin. He's so hot. I'm so going to be Mrs. Beiber. He can do so much better than that skank Selena." As his personal stylist nodded, she picked up a picture of Taylor Lautner, prompting Eric to say, "He's so cute and that body, OMG! He's so much hotter than Count Fagulla." Satisfied with his answer, the stylist continued with other celebrities' pictures. Eric found that he was frequently praising the male celebrities while he was finding the slightest faults with female celebrities to tear them down. Eric did not understand why he was being trained that way, but he figured that there had to be a reason. Eric spent his time alone in his room getting caught up on his reading and Teen Mom and various other reality shows on MTV. While Eric felt that everything he was learning was useless information, he felt better about learning it since he knew it would make it easier for him to fit in at school. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- As Eric's departure date arrived, he felt uneasy. He wondered what Bianca would think of when she saw his feminized appearance. Even though she was the reason he looked the way he did, he wondered if she could ever think of him as a man again once she saw him looking so much like one of the students at her school. Thoughts about her reaction to his feminized appearance had kept creeping into his mind whenever he had a moment to himself in the clinic. It was her opinion that meant the most to him given the power that she wielded over his life. Eric waited for Bianca in the lobby near the check in desk. Every time the door drew open, his head perked up and stared at the face of the person who entered until it was Bianca. Bianca walked into the room and did not look twice at Eric before she walked over to the employee at the check in counter and told her why she was there. Bianca's actions made him nervous as he thought, 'She didn't recognize me?' Given Bianca's failure to recognize him, Eric wondered if she would be displeased with how he turned out. Still, a part of him wondered if it was actually the point. He felt a bit relieved that even his own wife could not recognize who he really was. Eric got to his feet and approached his wife as the employee pointed Bianca towards him. Bianca smirked as she saw the uneasy teenage girl walking towards her dressed in a sleeveless, teal and black snakeskin print blouse with an asymmetrical silhouette, black leggings and black wedges with a four inch heel, an open toe and a crisscross vamp. Bianca cupped her hands and covered her mouth to stifle herself as he approached her looking so similar to the students that approached her after being caught doing something wrong at school. She could tell that Eric no confidence at that moment. The only thing that mattered to him was how she was going to respond. Bianca lowered her hands and said, "Well, Jasmine. I have to say I'm surprised with how pretty you turned out to be." "Thanks," Eric replied, blushing at her praise. "You're positively adorable," Bianca added. Eric continued to blush as he nodded at his wife's continued praise for his feminized appearance. "Are you ready to come home?" Bianca asked, already knowing the answer. Eric nodded and Bianca headed for the door. They walked out of the lobby and headed towards the front door where the doorman let them out. They walked down the street to where Bianca's car was parked and got inside without saying a word to one another. Eric felt uncomfortable as he wanted Bianca to indicate how she was going to treat them in their private moments. As Bianca started the car, she turned to Eric and said, "I hope the clinic got you good and ready to be one of the girls at my school." "I'm sure they did," Eric replied as Bianca pulled out of the parking spot. Bianca turned her head before the car came to a stop as she stared at him as she processed his high voice. Eric had only said one word to her in the clinic and she had not noticed the tone of his voice at that time. As she went to respond, the car jerked forward. Bianca turned and stared into the rear view mirror at the car that had slammed into her car at a low rate of speed as she let her car sit idle in the middle of the street. The middle-aged man jumped out of the car and went to shout at her before he noticed Bianca's pretty face. The man was still angry, but Bianca explained that he had rear ended her, which was meant that the accident report would find him fully at fault. The man understood the position he was in as Bianca got out of the car. Eric followed her out to survey the damage to the vehicles. There was nothing more than a few surface scratches. The other driver leered at Bianca's slender legs that peeked out from beneath her white dress as well as her figure that the v-neck, slim fit, cross-front dress hugged. Eric wanted to shout at him for doing so in front of him, but he knew that the man assumed that he was nothing more than his wife's daughter at that moment. Bianca and the other driver decided to not get the cops involved and each got back into their cars. Bianca started down the street and said to Eric, "I can't believe that voice." "I know! I was shocked at first." "How did they even do it?" "They explained it to me, but I didn't understand it." Bianca nodded as she replied, "Well, at least we know your voice won't be giving you away." Eric blushed as he tilted his head and nodded. He knew that there was nothing ambiguous about his voice or any part of his appearance. He figured that his voice alone would cover up any masculine traits that might bleed through his disguise as he tried to act like a normal teenage girl around his soon to be classmates. As they continued on their way back to their home, Bianca explained what he would experience at school among the girls. Eric nodded and tried to take careful note of what his wife thought would happen to him at school. Eric smiled as they turned down his block. They pulled up in front of the home and Bianca walked towards the front door. Eric looked around the front of the house for his car and asked, "Bianca, where's my car?" Bianca did not answer as she walked inside her home. Eric followed her in and saw her pick up the phone. Eric went to ask the question again, but Bianca put up her index finger as she said, "Hello, Willow. Yes, we're back home. Can you come on over? Great." Eric stared at his wife as he wondered why Willow was coming over to see them. He then repeated his question to her. Bianca looked at him oddly and said, "You're too young to have a car, Jasmine." "Stop with the games," Eric replied. "I don't know what you're talking about, Jasmine, and if you speak to me with that tone at school, you're going to be in big trouble. Do you understand?" Eric nodded as he put his head down and asked, "What happened to Eric's car?" Bianca smiled at Eric's submission to her insistence that he divorce his current feminized self from her husband. She sat down on a chair next to the island in her kitchen as she responded, "Eric's car has been put in storage until he gets back as were all his belongings." "What are you putting him out of sight and out of mind?" Eric asked, clearly aggravated by his wife's actions. Bianca noticed his peeved tone and said, "You're exactly right. When he comes back, we'll put everything into place. Bring his stuff back, apply for a replacement license..." "Replacement license..." Eric interjected. "Of course. I cut it up the moment he left; I didn't want anyone trying to use it to impersonate my Eric." Eric glared at her for a moment. Bianca met his gaze and stared him down. Eric squirmed uncomfortably in front of her as he often did when he made her angry. Bianca turned her head away from him as she heard a knock on the front door. She shouted, "Come in." Willow walked through the door and smiled as she saw Eric standing with his back towards her. She saw his long lean legs and slender figure and said, "Oh, what a cute exchange student." Eric turned his head towards her as she realized that she was playing along to with his wife's charade. Willow started to laugh as she saw Eric's feminized face. "What's so funny?" Eric shrieked in his high voice that only made Willow laugh harder. Willow collected herself as she replied, "I think you look and sound more like a girl than I did at your age." Eric shook his head at her, but he knew that she was right about the voice as Willow's voice was more gravelly than most women's. Willow smiled as she turned to Bianca and said, "So is our little exchange student ready to see her room?" Eric looked at her oddly before he turned to Bianca who said, "I'm sure she'd love to." "Come along, Jasmine. We'll get you all set up." "What are you talking about?" Eric asked as Willow walked towards the front door. "Your room. You're staying with us," Willow replied. Eric stared back at his wife for confirmation. Bianca nodded before Eric shouted, "Are you serious?" "Of course, Jasmine White was signed up at my school with Willow's address. It was very gracious of her to take you in." "Are you crazy?" Eric shouted in response to his wife. "No, she's your legal guardian," Bianca replied. "I'm not doing it. You can't make me." Willow smirked as she noticed how much Eric sounded like a typical petulant teenage girl. Bianca countered, "You will or you'll be spending the rest of your life as Jasmine." Eric froze before he shouted, "You wouldn't." "I would. I won't have a lay about around the home. This is for your own good so that the next time you get a job you'll actually be good at it. We've been over this before." "I know, but..." Eric began to respond before Bianca continued, "I also be damned if you're going to back out of this now that it's all official. I'm not going to have Willow arrested for having a truant child in her ward either." Eric nodded before he replied, "But that doesn't mean I have to stay with her?" "Well, where did you think you were going to stay?" Bianca asked as she put her hands on her hips and stood up. "Here," Eric shouted as he threw up his hands. "Dear, we couldn't do that. It would be scandalous to have a headmistress sharing her home with an unrelated student." "We're not unrelated!" "Oh, we are dear," Bianca countered in a calm tone as she stared down at her husband. Eric knew that his wife was right regarding the reasons he had to stay with Willow, but he did not like anything about it. He put his head down and asked Willow, "Where will I be staying?" "We have a guest room. It's all setup for you. My kids know that you're over here and are anxious to meet you. My little Alice is so excited to have another girl in the house. She just loves your name too. She's a big Snow White and Aladdin fan, so when I told her that was your name she was really excited." Eric turned to Bianca and asked, "Did you base my name on a six year old's taste in movies?"' Bianca laughed as she replied, "It seemed like the thing to do." "It sounds like a stripper's name," Eric countered. "Please don't mention strippers in front of my kids," Willow interjected. Eric nodded as he continued to follow Willow towards the door. He looked back at his wife one last time hoping she would give him a reprieve before he followed Willow out the front door. He sighed as he saw Bianca waive goodbye to him. Eric walked next door with Willow. As Eric walked into the home, he heard a stirring. He saw Alice ru