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PROLOGUE Like most gurls it had all started early in life, unlike most boys who saw beautiful women on the television and ogled them, I found myself wanting to be them. This feeling was even stronger when the women were tied up. I would find excuses to play games where I would be a captive woman, hopefully tied and gagged. Sometimes just reenacting a tv show, or making up a game where I would be disguised as a girl then hopefully kidnapped. This let me live out my fantasies for a while but as I got older the desires became stronger and I worked harder at being as feminine as I could. Eventually I began taping my genitalia to keep the space between my legs smooth and feminine. One day I found a roll of athletic tape, it looked so much like hospital bandages that I couldn't resist the thought of using it to seal everything in place, thinking it would look like that nasty male appendage had been removed and just needed to heal and then I would be a complete woman. I had spent the morning getting ready taping everything in place then getting dressed in my favorite outfit, a pretty lavender crepe skirt set with pretty lace around the edges. Sneaking through the house to the basement I set about tying myself up with lots of tape around my legs and a thick wad of stuffing in my mouth sealed in with more sticky tape. I wrapped my wrists with more tape and stretched them out in front of me as I lay on the floor, completing the feeling of helplessness. Struggling on the floor I imagined my captor raping me as I cried into my gag. My struggles caused the skirt to ride up my waist helping to feed my imagination, the excitement built as I as I rubbed against the floor in my struggles. My penis with nowhere else to go climbed deep inside my body. I rubbed harder as I imagined being entered by my captor. Suddenly the orgasm struck ferociously, my body straining to convulse against my bonds, quivering with every wave of pleasure coursing through my body. There I lay bound and gagged on the floor my crotch wet from the massive orgasm breathing heavily through my nose I lay exhausted with the feel of the bondage and nylon caressing me. It was done, this was what I needed femininity and bondage. The trap was set as the desire would consume me from that point on. Some years later the trap would be sprung when I least expected, this time there would be no escape, even if I wanted. CHAPTER ONE My first time living alone provided all the opportunity, still being young and in a new town I had no idea of places to go or how to meet people who might share my interests. With nowhere to go I just continued to indulge myself at home, I still had a dress and wig left from Halloween a few years before and would relax in the evenings imagining myself a single girl living on her own. It was nice to be able to dress in the comfort of my own home, my tendency to tie myself up was hard on hose and I needed to stop at the nearby pharmacy to pick up a new pair quite frequently. The sales clerk at the counter had obviously noticed this, what I didn't know was that she had shared this with the store manager who had taken an interest in this. One evening as the girl was ringing me up she asked that I wait there for a moment, feigning a problem with the register that she needed help with. I waited nervously at the counter as she went to the back to retrieve the manager. Should I just leave, my purchases made it somewhat obvious what I was up to, a pair of pantyhose, lipstick, mascara, and silky white medical tape. Well, at least the tape was explainable on its' own but not in combination with the other purchases. My desire got the best of me and I decided to stay. The manager finally came to the counter and struck up a conversation as he deftly worked the register. He paid little attention to my purchases just completing the sale and handing me the plastic bag with my goodies. My hand shook noticeably as I took the bag with my purchases. The manager spoke up, "Are you ok there?" "Just a little too much partying I'm afraid, maybe a little low on vitamins and too much caffeine." John looked at me knowingly. "I can write you a prescription that might help if you like," John said with a wink. I wasn't certain about it, but hey it's a pharmacy it can't be anything all that dangerous. John measured out a handful of small white oval pills in one tray and little pink circles in another. He quickly shook the pills into a couple of dispensary bottles capping them off and dropping them into a white pharmacy bag. Be sure to follow the directions closely, only one of each pill a day. I shouldn't be doing this you know, I need you to promise to stop by the store each day so I can check on you and make sure everything is going ok with the script." "Sure, sure," I said, "no dangerous side effects I should know of right?" "Not at all John said, I just need to keep an eye on your blood pressure." I continued to stop by the pharmacy daily as John had instructed, my blood pressure and weight would be checked. He seemed quite please, and I did seem to be feeling better. It might have been because I had been going out less, I spent more time exercising and staying home. I noticed my skin clearing up and softening, overall I felt good. I did notice a tendency to tear up at sad movies though, but nothing troublesome. One day I stopped by the store for my check up, everything went as normal, John wrapped the blood pressure cuff around my arm and checked my weight. He seemed pleased, then John said, "I was about to close up the pharmacy and get some dinner, do you want to come along, I hate eating alone." "There is a great little take out place near my house, I can call ahead and pick it up on the way." This seemed a little forward but my stomach was grumbling, I hadn't been eating as much lately and some take out sounded good. "Sure, that sounds good," I said, "should I follow you?" "No need," John said, "we can take my car, it will be easier. Let me just tell Julie that I'm leaving and we can skip out the back." John pointed towards a back door as he walked towards the front of the store. John quickly returned with a shopping bag and headed towards the back door. "Just needed a couple of things, let's go." John walked over to a shiny new black Range Rover and hit a button on his key fob. The lights blinked and the horn chirped as he reached for the door. "Nice vehicle," I said, "this place must pay well?" "Oh I don't take a salary from the store, I bought it for a place to hang out, some guys buy hardware stores I like the pharmacy, I started out in one and still feel at home there." John started the car and cranked the air conditioning as he rolled down the windows. The car cooled off quickly as we rolled out of the parking lot so John put the windows up and I disappeared behind the darkly tinted glass. Little did I know that all I was would truly disappear behind that dark tinted glass. We drove down one of the boulevards heading east towards downtown. John pulled into a small caf? in the upscale shopping area east of downtown. He honked the horn and a waiter in a white shirt and black tie hurried out the back door carrying a bag of food. John slid the waiter a $20 and drove around the parking lot to the exit. We continued through the shopping area and turned into one of the nicer housing developments near the beach. John pulled up to a large iron gate and punched a code into the security pad, the gates opened to his command and we pulled forward onto the wide paver stone driveway. The house was huge, an updated Florida Victorian era home with white shutters, I was awestruck, John must be truly loaded. John pressed the button on the visor, we pulled into the garage slowly as the door opened. John hit the button again and shut down the car as the door closed behind us. The garage was spotless with a tiled floor and white gloss walls leading to a doorway at the back. We walked through the door into a gourmet kitchen. The granite counter-tops shown in soft light, reflecting off the gleaming stainless steel refrigerator. A breakfast bar was tucked into the pass through leading to the great room beyond. Stools lined the bar on either side, John motioned to the bar and said, "Have a seat, I'll grab some plates." I dished out the food from the containers and arranged them on the plates. The china was elegant with gold trim around a black lacquer ring, each with a black and gold emblem in the center. The silverware was just that, pure sterling with an elegant floral design on the handle. Everything about John's house was first class. From what I could see the living room was a showplace, kept impeccably spotless with an overstuffed leather sofa and two large chairs surrounding a marble coffee table centered on a beautiful Persian rug. "I'm going to have some wine, would you like some?" John's deep voiced echoed in the huge kitchen. "Sure, sounds good," I replied. John came to the counter bar with a couple of china plates, silver utensils, and two white wine glasses. Turning to the refrigerator he offered up a review of the dinner. "I think you'll like this, the Lotus makes the best peanut chicken in town." John returned with a bottle of white zin and poured us each a glass. We ate quietly for a moment, savoring the food which was even more delicious than promised. "It's great to have this place on the way home, Thai is so much better when it's fresh," John said as he picked up another bite of the chicken. "Did you have anything going on tonight?" he asked casually. "I was just heading home to watch some television, I haven't been going out as much lately," I said. "By the way I really have to thank you again for the script, I've been feeling so much better lately and just haven't wanted to go out as much." "That's good," John said finishing another bite, "I thought that might be good for you. It's my own development, and can be kind of specific for each patient, that's why I kept an eye on you." We finished eating and John got up to go into the living room. "I just want to check on something then we can figure out what to do next" he said as he clicked on the television. "Could you just throw the plates in the sink for now, the maid will take care of them later." The plates were so nice that I didn't want to leave them covered in food. I rinsed them clean in the sink then wiped things down. I didn't notice John watching me as I went about doing the quick cleanup. I might have noticed the smile on his face if I had turned around. I walked out to the living room with my wine. John was watching some business news and motioned for me to have a seat. I sipped my wine and feigned interest in the news. When the stock segment finished John changed the channel and some soft jazz started playing through the speakers. What he said when he turned to me was about to floor me. "So you like wearing women's clothes?" John asked right out of the blue as if it was no big thing. Struck by the sudden directness of John's question I looked at my feet and quietly answered, "Yes." It was embarrassing to be caught but relieving to be able to share the admission all at the same time. I fidgeted in the chair suddenly not being able to find a comfortable way to sit. John continued, "you know I think I have some things in the spare bedroom that should fit you if you would like to try them on, no big deal just thought it might be more comfortable for you." Laid out on the bed was a lovely lavender dress with a high oriental style collar, the satin gleamed in the light, beckoning me to touch the soft material. A paisley pattern was embossed into the fabric giving it a very rich look. The white lace piping around the sleeves and neckline gave it an expensive look. The hemline seemed rather long, looking to be below the knee in length. At the back of the skirt was a lovely white bow that gathered the fabric behind the knees. The short sleeves ended just below the shoulders, thankfully there were no shoulder pads which were all the rage lately. A matching lingerie set lay next to the dress. There was a bra and panties along with a garter all in lavender with a white lace pattern overlaying the satin fabric. A white gift box with a pink bow lay on the bed just above the lingerie. Opening the box I found a pair of large breast forms with protruding nipples, the soft latex jiggled as I bounced one in my hand. At the foot of the bed was a very sexy pair of white four inch patent leather open toed heels with thick ankle straps. I stripped down and began putting on the lingerie, I hooked the bra in front and easily slid it around then pulled the straps over my shoulders and adjusted the length so the cups sat in the right spot. I stepped into the panties and pulled them up my legs. With no time to tape things I merely tucked my thingy away between my legs and continued dressing. The garter was easy enough, hooking the clasp to encircle my waist and spinning it around to put the little lace rose in front. The stocking on the other hand were new, I had always worn hose. I rolled the stockings up each leg as normal, then adjusted the front clasps to hold them in place. It was more difficult to reach around and put the stay in place behind me. I finally accomplished the feat with some effort then sat on the edge of the bed to put on the heels. The thick straps around my ankles felt so sexy, I barely noticed the locking hasp around each buckle. I was just too excited to finally feel the lovely feel of the long dress hugging my body. I unzipped the dress and extended it in my hands as I drew them above my head. It felt heavenly as the soft satin cascaded down my body and pooled around my waist. I twist a bit in order to reach the zipper and pull it up a little before pulling the dress down my legs. The skirt fit snuggly around my thighs prohibiting movement a little but it felt oh so lovely. Reaching over my shoulder I slowly reached the zipping and finished pulling it to the top. The smooth fabric slowly snugged up around my new found breast forms melding them to my chest making them feel almost real. The long skirt pulled my thighs close together and the bow at the back made it difficult to extend my steps very far not allowing for anything more than mincing steps, especially when combined with the four inch heels. With my clothing in place I turned around to look for a mirror. Against the wall was a makeup stand with a shoulder length wig on a stand and some jewelry trinkets laid out. I began to get the feeling that John may have had this all planned. Nonetheless I went along with the game, pulling the wig onto my head I found a brush and ran it through the locks a couple of times to refresh the look. The small jewelry box was open and contained a couple of clip on earrings with small pearls dangling at the end. Not a bad style for clip-ons, I still found myself wishing I had pierced ears to accommodate something more interesting. Still, I clipped each bauble in place and relished the feel of the long hair and earrings brushing against my neck. A little powdered foundation and some lipstick and I felt almost ready. I spotted some eyeliner and shadow on the corner of the table and thought, why not go all out. A dark line below the eyelid gave my eyes some pop, a nice light blue shade on the lid brought ought the sparkling blue of my eyes. Giving my head a shake from side to side and I felt as ready as I could. I shook with anticipation as I got up from the makeup table and walked towards the door. The click of my heels on the tile floor diverted my attention a bit from the butterflies in my stomach. I was still shaking as I opened the bedroom door to go out into the great room. I was met by Johns gaze as I stepped through the doorway. "My, you do look lovely in that dress, and it does seem to fit you quite well. John grabbed me by the wrist and pinned me in the doorway leaning in and kissing me deeply. I had never been kissed that way, and by a man no less. The feeling of the satin dress and John's lips pressing against mine melted away any resistance I might have had. My knees grew week as I melted into John's arms, he lifted my arms above my head pinning them to the wall with one hand as his other caressed my satin covered bottom, tracing the lines of the straps of the garter holding up my hose. I let out an involuntary moan as a shudder went through my abdomen. "Sorry dear, you were just too lovely to resist" John said, still not letting loose of my body. "You needed that, didn't you my dear," he whispered into my ear. The feel of his breath and brush of the long wig against my neck caused me to melt further into John's embrace. A barely audible whisper escaped my lips, "please don't stop", I couldn't help myself it was as if I was in a trance. "You should be kissed like that often little one, it seems to agree with you." Taking my hand he lead me into the great room, my legs wobbly from his kiss and the height of the heels John was sure to keep a strong grip. John brought me to the sofa and pulled me close, his strong arms encircling my waist and pinning my arms behind me I could still offer no resistance as he kissed me again, pulling me tightly against him. When John let go I melted into the sofa, sitting down I tried to fix the skirt of my dress and pretend that I wasn't as turned on as I really was. I tried to hide the wave of emotion and desire that was sweeping over me afraid to appear like the wanton slut that had just taken over my mind. "Would you like a glass of wine, I'm sure this is all rather new, a little wine might relax you more." I nodded in the affirmative not knowing what to say even as John casually walked over to the bar in the corner and poured a couple of glasses of a blushing pink wine. "So what do I call you, I'm sure you have a feminine name you like, something that suits a lovely creature such as yourself?" I stammered a little as I searched for words. "I I'm not sure, I think maybe if feel like a Sharon, that name has always seemed pretty to me." I couldn't believe how quickly it had come out, just early I was a young man who liked wearing women's clothing, suddenly I was in a man's house fully dressed as a woman and at a loss for the desires that were sweeping through my body. Now I had a female name as well, I pulled my knees together and smoothed the skirt of my dress as I folded my hands over my knees and tried to decide what was happening. Should I run out the door, I couldn't very well do that dressed as I was, and besides I couldn't remember what I had done with my keys. John returned and took a seat next to me on the sofa, handing me a glass I took a sip to calm my nerves. The taste of the wine sliding down my throat calmed me some. John brushed a strand of hair away from my face and put an arm around my shoulder pulling back onto the sofa. "It's alright Sharon, you are safe here, you can be whomever you wish," John spoke quietly, reassuring me. I relaxed a bit and took another sip of wine. I looked down at my glass and I could see the telltale sign of lipstick on the rim of the glass reinforcing my feeling of femininity. "Do you have a last name Sharon?" John asked taking a sip of his own wine. I looked nervously down at my wine glass and could only think of the rose color. "I think Rose," I heard myself say, my mind letting go more as I now had a new first and last name. "Sharon Rose, I think that is quite fitting my dear," I heard John's voice echo in the back of my head almost as if it were coming from somewhere else. John whispered in my ear, "We are going to have a lot of fun together Ms. Sharon Rose." I could feel my eyelids flutter and vaguely noticed John slipping the wine glass from my hand, then everything went dark. CHAPTER TWO I awoke to the bright sun streaming into the room, trying to roll over away from the light I found that I couldn't move at all. I tried again but could only feel straps tugging at my wrists and ankles. Slowly opening my eyes I could begin to see my predicament. Gone was my beautiful dress, replaced with a pink hospital gown dotted with little red roses. My legs were hairless and held in place with thick leather straps at my ankles and knees. I could feel the strap encircling my waist holding me tightly to the bed but my view was blocked. Even more frightening was the way the gown tented up over what appeared to be breasts poking up from my chest.. I could feel the weight pressing on my chest as they heaved with each breath I took. My jaw ached but as I tried to relieve the tension I found it filled with a large ball held in place by a leather strap that I could feel wrapped around my head. My arms were held out to the sides by straps binding them to a board on each side. More concerning was the IV tube taped to my forearm and running up to the bag of clear liquid hanging next to the bed. "Good morning sleeping beauty time to wake up, you have a busy day ahead." John appeared above the bed along with a middle aged blonde in a traditional nurse's outfit. "Brenda here is a nurse practitioner at one of my facilities, she is going to help out with the things we need to do over the next couple of weeks to get you ready." "You may have noticed that we got rid of some hair while you were asleep, I hope you don't mind." "It was just easier on you to go through the electrolysis while you were asleep. Do you like the feel of the breast forms? Brenda attached those as while you were out as well, that way you don't have them slipping around in your bra. They will have to do until the hormones start to affect your breast growth, I can always get you implants if your natural breasts don't grow enough on their own." John reached over and shook the IV bag hanging by the bed. "Oh yes, I guess I did just give away the contents of your IV. This is here to keep you fed and hydrated for now, I would remove the gag and allow you to drink naturally but this is far more efficient, and besides I want you used to having your mouth filled." My head began swimming again as I took in all the new information. This was all the stuff of my fantasies but oh my god, was it really what I wanted? Brenda's heels clicked as she walked to a cupboard in the corner of the room and began placing some items on a stainless steel tray. I will check in on you from time to time but I really am quite busy with business at the moment. Brenda will take good care of you." John bent over and gave me a kiss through the ball gag, whispering in my ear he said, "Patience my dear, it will all be worth the wait and effort." You are going to enjoy the changes and we will have so much fun afterwards." Brenda quickly went about strapping my legs even more tightly to the bed. Two more heavy leather straps were pulled up and run under my upper thighs. She pulled the buckles on the straps enclosing each thigh and locking them to the bed straps. The nurse then tightened each strap to the be pulling my legs wide apart. The cool air wafted between my legs as she lifted the hospital gown up over my stomach and draped a latex bin over my exposed genitals. With an expert move the nurse pulled my genitals through the clear latex bib making them seem like they were no longer attached to my body. Nurse Ratchet as I began to call her in my mind then pulled a stool next to the bed and grabbed a brown bottle and large cotton swab off of the stainless steel tray. Ratchet opened the bottle and dipped the swab inside, it returned soaked in dark orange, I tried to struggle as she applied the betadine to my exposed genitals, anticipating that with sterilization in progress a scalpel could be next. Ratchet chuckled as she saw my futile attempts, "don't worry dear, I will give you a local anesthetic, and this will be much more comfortable than having to tape everything down. It will take a few days to heal but then you will be good as new and won't have that bulge in your panties to deal with. What I'm going to do is seal that penis inside your scrotum, I will have to do a bit of cutting and stitching but the result will be much better for you. This will keep everything in place for now, of course you will have to pee sitting down but I'm sure a gurl like you always has anyway. I awoke again, still tightly bound to the bed. Thankfully the tape keeping my eyes shut had been removed. As my eyes opened I could see that a mirror had been added above the bed, apparently John wanted me to take full notices of the changes to my body. The youthful fantasy had returned with a healthy dose of reality. As I looked in the mirror above the bed I could see the gauze and bandages enclosing my crotch becoming more natural each day. Nurse Ratchet would come in and change the dressing each day, she was always certain to tape my eyelids closed before hand, "we don't want you peeking too early now dear", she would say, "soon I will let you look, it is a very nice job even if I do say so myself." I awoke the next day to the sound of Brenda's heels clicking on the tile. She dutifully went about her daily routine, retrieving a syringe from the wall cabinet and injecting the liquid into my IV drip. As I looked about I noticed a distinct difference in my chest. The two large breasts that had dominated my view were significantly smaller yet still there. The weight was lessened but nonetheless I could still feel something there. More prevalent now were the two bumps protruding from my now smaller mounds. These became all the more noticeable as the rough cotton of my hospital gown rubbed against them with each breath. The nubs grew before my eyes as the stimulation caused them to harden. Things became clearer now, the pills from the pharmacy and the injections were hormones. Scanning more I could feel the expansion of my hips and the noticeable soft padding of my ass. The irritation of my skin from the electrolysis had gone and my arms looked noticeably softer. What little I could see of my hands revealed long brightly painted fingernails peeking above the straps holding my outstretched arms. There was an unfamiliar weight to my earlobes, looking in the mirror above the bed I could see the almost expected golden balls pierced in each ear. My hair as well had grown in my captivity, even without styling it was looking more soft and feminine draping down to my shoulders. My eyebrows now formed a thin high arch, combined with the softness of my facial features my budding breasts the reflection in the mirror above me was without doubt female. There was no going back to my previous life even if I could escape, the changes John was making to me looked irreversible even if I wanted to go back. "Are you ready dear, today I will let you see my handy work." Brenda slowly went about removing the bandages, as she did I began to see what she had done. A neatly placed row of stiches ran down my abdomen and between my legs. I could see a very light scar running underneath the stiches, Brenda did indeed do very good work. My penis and scrotum appeared to be gone, replaced by a hairless mound of flesh. Now I was frightened, this was too much no matter how much I might have fantasized about this change it was too much. I tried to thrash about but Brenda calmed me with a shh shh. Everything is still there dear just tidied up a bit, Brenda pulled on a pair of latex gloves and put a dab of KY on the little finger. Sliding the lubed finger between my legs she inserted it at the base of the mound of flesh. There dear, see all still there just enough room to pee and take a finger but not poke that ugly little head out. If you are lucky John may replace all that with more natural plumbing for you, but he will have to see how you behave. Brenda removed her finger and replaced the glove on that hand for a clean one. Picking up a pair of scissors she snipped each suture at the base then quickly tugged them out. Wiping my new mound off with some antiseptic the result was actually stunning. All the ugly male genitalia was confined into one smooth pubic mound. I should have been horrified but somehow the new look was comforting. The smooth look I had always wanted was now there without having to resort to taping. I gave up and began to sob into my gag, even the sound of my own muffled crying through the gag sounded more delicate and feminine. What had John done to my voice, there was nothing male left about the person in the mirror. The tears began to roll down my eyes as it all soaked in, what was his plan for me? Would he keep me bound like this forever, was I to be sold as slave, maybe I would become his wife, would that be so bad? He was obviously kinky, what would he expect me to do for him in exchange for the comfortable life that he could obviously provide? Brenda brushed a tear from my eye and calmed me, "All in time dear, you are almost ready," she said calmly. "Tomorrow will be a big day, rest now and John will be back then we can get you ready to get out of that bed."