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As we drove along, mom explained a few things about the last few days.
The hospital admitted to everything being their fault in what had
happened, especially when dad had our family attorney speak with theirs.
It was simple case of mistaken identity. Seems a 26 year old woman named
Jamie Stone was in for the procedures I got, and scheduled for the 11am
slot. Then I, Jamie Stone the boy was scheduled for my procedure at 4pm.
That explained why they came and got me so soon in the morning. Somehow,
we had been switched well before the scheduled surgery. The girl
thankfully didn't get my procedure as I was in recovery when they caught
the error. So, the "agreement" to date was they would cover any and all
of my needs, wants and desires for the next year. Then, if I chose to
have the implants removed in a year (like I wouldn't!!), they would
cover all costs involved. In addition, they will also set up a four year
scholarship program for children who have had "bad experiences" in the
hospital (meaning things went wrong).
I would be the first recipient upon my graduation from high school at
the end of the year. I will also receive $50,000 for the next 2 years to
offset "pain and suffering" that the gender change is going to bring
about. Oh...and the BMW was mine not moms. WOW...I have a Beemer I
thought to myself. Heck of a first car!
Mom wasn't kidding about dinner. She said we were meeting dad at a nice
place uptown at 5 so we'd stop and get my hair and nails done since it
was only 2:30. We were almost late but mom and dad said I looked
wonderful, even with the bandages. From what I saw at the salon, I'd
have to agree. I must admit, once I heal, I'm going to be pretty! My
hair now frames my face, my eyebrows are femininely arched, I had a
laser treatment on my neck, and my first manicure with small tips to
just even out the fingers the tech said.
Since I hadn't had any "real" food till this morning and lunch, I ate a
pretty light supper just to be safe. After all, I had a girly figure to
take care of now. Mom and I went straight home after dinner. I was
getting pretty tired. You'd think that after all the sleeping I had done
over the last 3 days I could go for 24 hours but I was worn out. Dad
said he had a stop to make and would join us shortly.
That couch never felt so good. I started to plop but mom stopped me and
made me sit properly (like a lady she said). I was starting to doze off
when dad came in. Dad had stopped to pick up the other requirement of
the Doctor....the night time restraint. Since the hospital was paying
for it dad had it custom made to fit me based on the measurements they
took on one of the days I was totally out of it.
Dad said that there were really only two choices for a restraint system.
One was the kind made for people into bondage for sex games, and the
other for long term real restraint and control. The games type was cheap
and would work, but it would require one of them (mom or dad) to put me
to bed every night and the same for me to get up every morning, meaning
one of them would be late to work everyday unless I got up between 5 and
6am. He said we would all get tired of that pretty quick. So, he went
the other route, especially since the hospital was paying for it.
This system was simple; at least to look at it seemed simple. Two
stainless steel bands with a suede-like waterproof lining (hot pink -
silly them, they thought they were making it for a girl) with a single
link of chain between the two. The bands are about two inches wide with
small, round, ratcheting locks about a ? inch in diameter to both adjust
it and to keep it in place on the thigh. These were made to stay in
place 24/7.
Then there were two similar fashioned "bracelets" about an inch wide
(also in hot pink suede) with similar ratcheting locks that kept them in
place that could be removed if they so desired (did he say if "they"
desired?). The nice part of this system was it was electronic. A small
box about ? inch thick and an inch long on each thigh band near the
crotch area controlled the magnetic locks on each side.
Press the button on the controller (it looked just like a car remote)
and all you had to do was get the wrist band close to the pad on the
outside of the thigh and it would magnetically "grab" it and lock it
down. Press the button again and it released it. All they had to do was
press the button and I could go to bed, get comfy, then bring my wrists
to my thighs and everything was automatic. Same for the morning, they
could push the button as they left and when I woke up I was free to do
what ever I needed throughout the day.
Since I was pretty tired, I went ahead and got ready for bed. Mom was
thinking ahead and bought me a baby doll nightie (which ultimately
stopped right above the thigh bands) which she helped me get on after
getting me out of everything else...except the bra. I would be wearing a
bra 24/7 for the next 4 weeks the doctor said (except for bathing of
course). When ready, we went back in to show dad how cute I was and to
get me fitted into the restraints and make sure everything worked.
I only thought it odd for just a moment that here I was, a 17 year old
boy, with C cup breasts and a feminized face wearing a black with pink
trim baby doll nightie with a black satin bra and tie-side crotchless
black panties (the center-link of the thigh-bands would prohibit Jamie
from wearing 'regular' panties) with a tube passing through the opening.
One end of the tube stuck up into my penis (somewhere down there) and
the other end plugged into a pee bag attached to my leg. All this while
standing in front of my father while he attached permanent bondage thigh
bands to my legs so I could be securely restrained as I went to bed. Ok,
maybe I thought about it for more than just a moment. For some reason it
kinda turned me on.
Dad first slid the thigh bands up my legs while mom helped me with the
bracelets. Once the bracelets were adjusted they were locked, then dad
pressed the button on the remote and my wrists were sucked into the
locks on the thigh bands when I got about an inch away from them. Once
positioned a couple of inches below my crotch (I would not be spreading
my legs anytime soon that was for sure), he pushed the button again and
everything unlocked and he was able to adjust the size on the bands till
they were tight enough. They weren't going to move or be removed (but
not uncomfortable to me) and he locked them into place.
Neither band nor bracelets were going anywhere till someone unlocked
them. I was now ready for bed. Mom had already hung my night bag on the
side of my bed. It was easy; sit next to it then swap the tubes from the
leg bag to the other and then shift over on the bed and lay back then I
pulled up the white satin covers. But...I don't remember having satin
sheets. Ah...sleeping in my own bed for the first time in 3 days was
wonderful. Mom gave me a kiss on the forehead and said goodnight then
pressed the button on the remote, I brought my wrists to my thighs and
CLACK everything locked together and I was set for the night.
Now some of you may be wondering about now why a perfectly normal 17
year old boy would be so agreeable to not only the changes to his body
but his new dress and sleeping arrangements as well. Truth told I found
out as well about 4 months later. From day one I was on a cocktail of
drugs that were not only anti-rejection drugs for the implants and pain
meds for the facial surgery, but also a blend of anti-androgens,
hormones, and relaxants to keep me docile and willing to please till I
considered my situation as second nature and had no problem with living
as a girl...or being permanently locked up. Plus, mom had been doing her
best to encourage the positive aspects of being feminine and girly with
all the satin and lace, pretty clothes and now, the satin sheets.
I awoke the next morning feeling somewhat refreshed from sleeping in my
own bed. It is an odd sensation to wake and not need to run to the potty
to relieve oneself but as the weeks went on I was very glad I didn't
have to as I'll explain in a moment but I'm getting ahead of myself and
the story. Mom had pressed the magic button at some point and I just
rolled over and sat above my bed bag and transferred the tube to my
walking bag, strapped it to my leg and got up.
Mom had placed on my chair a black chiffon peignoir that matched the
nightie and on the floor a pair of black satin mules. I put both on and
as I turned to exit the room actually noticed my room. It was all white.
From the new dresser to the new four post bed to the new white lace
curtains. I thought it all so pretty.
Anyway, I went out to see what the plan for the day was. It was after
ten so she was beginning to think about lunch so I had a piece of toast
and a cup of decaf coffee to tie me over till then. Mom had bought me
one other dress when she bought what I came home in, a cute little
sweater dress that came about mid thigh. Nice but as I explained to her
I had the walking bag that would probably hang out below it. She
frowned, but said I was right and so went to dig through her closet.
A few minutes later I was rewarded for my wait. Mom appeared, smiling a
big "lookie what I found" smile and showed me what the back of her
closet had coughed up. It was a pink knee length dress with off white
trim and lace panel across the bodice that provided a bit of modesty for
its plunging neckline. The sleeves were elbow length with similar lace
trim at the openings. I told mom I thought it was a bit fancy for
daylight and she agreed but said it went with my bracelets so well I
should consider it.
She put it down and went back to rummaging and came back out with a pink
and white angora sweater with matching skirt that was just past knee
length. This I said yes to and had just turned to go take a sponge bath
(the Doctor said I could take a real bath tomorrow and a shower by the
weekend) when the doorbell rang. The drugs must have been working
because had I not been on them I know I would have run for cover but
instead I just stood there in all my sexy finery while mom answered the
door...and let in...Sara.
I don't think it was a "deer in the headlights" look but we stared at
each other for hours (ok...it seemed that way...maybe 2 seconds).
"Jamie?" is all she said. I almost felt like I wanted to cry seeing her
and thinking nothing of how I was dressed we met in mid-room and
embraced. We kissed and it was wonderful until she touched my nose with
hers and the proverbial moment was toast as they say.
I jumped back and loudly said "OW" and she pulled back with a gasp but
then we both giggled about it and hugged again. "You're beautiful" was
all she said next, and then we small talked for about 10 minutes, moving
with mom to the couch to sit and talk about what had happened, what I
was going to do and so forth. Now mind you I'm still sitting there in my
see-thru peignoir and nightie and my girlfriend sitting next to me
constantly looking me up and down. Mom said she had something to do for
a few minutes so she excused herself and went off to another part of the
house leaving Sara and I alone on the couch.
Almost as soon as mom was around the corner Sara was all over me kissing
me (gently) and asking if she could touch me. Our kissing was passionate
to say the least and even in my drugged state I felt an urging. Sara on
the other hand was getting hot and began to gently stroke my breasts,
first with her hand then just her fingertips. I know if I hadn't have
been on the drugs I would have exploded in an orgasm but I was just
mildly aroused by this.
Sara on the other hand was getting short of breath and I'm pretty sure
came herself just by touching me. "God you are so beautiful" she said
again. "If your mom wasn't here I'd rape you for sure. As it is, I have
done it twice so far with just my eyes" she continued. I blushed I know
because I could feel my cheeks warming. I had a feeling that I wasn't
going to loose my girlfriend thru this.
Mom came around the corner about that time and saw Sara looking into my
eyes. "She's going to be pretty when the bruising and swelling goes
away" she said to Sara. "She's pretty now" Sara replied smiling at me.
"I AM sitting in the room ya know" I retorted. They both laughed at that
then Sara reached out and grabbed my hand and squeezed it, then
quizzically reached for the other hand and began inspecting my
bracelets.
"These are pretty. When did you get them" she asked. Mom then came
over and we explained how I had to sleep for the next several weeks.
Sara at first was aghast at such a situation almost not believing they
were locked on, but then a mischievous look came over her face and she
asked to see how it worked. Before I could say anything (yes or no) Mom
reached into her purse and pressed the button then walked over to me and
holding back the peignoir had me place my hands at my side with which I
demurely complied.
CLACK...CLACK and I was standing there in front of my girlfriend, bound.
She reached out and tried to pull my arm away from my hip but all of me
moved. "WOW" she said. She then rubbed my arms gently, and then with mom
watching stroked my breasts. Uncontrollably, my eyes closed to enjoy the
moment. "This could get fun" Sara softly said. "It could, but you two
had better be good or your not going to get to baby-sit my new daughter
Sara Dawson" mom said to Sara.
I looked at mom with a raised eyebrow and she responded that she had
things to do today. She said just because I was home and not yet able to
be out in public (not without explaining my bruised face to a million
people) didn't mean she had to stay home with me and entertain me like a
baby. Hence, Sara volunteered to come over for a couple of hours while
she went and got some errands run. It's a good thing I was
"incapacitated" as I was or Sara and I would enjoy the next few
hours...and maybe give mom and dad grand children a bit earlier than
they wanted.
As it was, anyone, especially Sara, was safe around me for the
foreseeable future. With that, Mom picked up her purse and headed out
the door. With mom gone, Sara continued her ministrations of my breasts
and body. She wasn't even repulsed by the tube sticking out of my
crotchless panties (my little man I was told by mom had retreated up
inside me), but instead was intrigued by the fact that that was all I'd
be wearing till I got rid of the tube.
She said she'd love to wear nothing but crotchless, especially when she
was with me. I told her she could do it all the time right now, but that
I would have a hard (pun intended) time doing anything about it. I was
thoroughly enjoying Sara's touch when I asked if I could return the
favor. She began to remove her blouse and then her bra. She wanted to
take mine off but I reminded her I have to wear it 24/7 for the next 4
weeks and that maybe after that we could have some mutual breast
fondling fun.
As it was she invited me to enjoy hers for the time being. I smiled and
said I'd love to but she needed to do me a favor first. She said "what?"
with that coy expression again. "Umm..." I began, "I need my hands to
truly do a good job of it" we both having forgot I was still in my
"display mode" showing her how everything worked.
Thus began my first day of bondage as when mom left, didn't leave the
remote and didn't push it to release me. Sara called mom (since I
certainly couldn't) and asking her about the remote I could hear mom
chuckling in the phone. "Well, I know the two of you will be good then
and just have to make do for the day. You be nice to my scantily clad
daughter" she told Sara. "Oh I will Mrs. Stone" Sara replied with that
cat just got permission to eat the bird look on her face. "And if your
wanting to play, the rest of the kit that matches what she has on
already is in the hall closet", and hung up the phone.
Sara looked at me like I was holding out on her and we walked together
to the hall closet. There on the middle shelf was the box that dad took
what I was wearing out of. Sara, retrieving the box, opened it. There
were several more rings in the case. There were a pair similar to my
thigh bands but wider and had two links between them, then two smaller
pair similar to my wrist bracelets but also wider, and finally a single
large ring about 3 inches wide with a large "D" ring on it, all in the
same pink suede. "I'm going to assume you didn't know about the rest of
this" she said. I shook my head no. "I think we'll have some fun then"
she said.
The larger ring looked like it was a collar and had a hinge/pivot point
at what appeared to be the rear. Sara twisted it and it sprung open and
placed it around my neck. As she brought it together in the front, it
"SNAPPED" right out of her hands to the closed position and stayed
there. The small pink broach in the center hid the front seam so that
nothing could be wedged between the halves to force it open.
"COOL" Sara exclaimed. With that, she pulled out the bands similar to my
thigh bands and went to place them just above my knees in the hobble
position. I wasn't begging but I asked her not to do it. She figured out
how to adjust them to fit but thankfully didn't have the key to lock
them. I was effectively hobbled. Thankfully, she didn't bother with what
we assumed were ankle bracelets as there was nothing to attach to them
(or so we thought).
Sara then took from the case a long coiled metal "leash" and hooking it
to the "D" ring of the collar and led me around the room several times.
"Oh I could have so much fun" she said. "Your not?" I questioned.
"No...I want to go out and show you off" as she walked towards the front
door. "Please don't" I sweetly asked. Sara, sensing she had crossed a
line, turned to me and said "I will never humiliate you or put you in a
position that someone will be able to see or determine your real gender
my love" and with that she closed the front door.
I did offer her something in "exchange" for her kindness. You have to
remember, she didn't have on a top or bra as well. I asked her to stand
still and close her eyes. As she did, I hobbled over to her and suckled
one of her nipples. She almost dropped to the floor right there. We did
head for my bedroom and she again was taken aback by my new, very
feminine bedroom and especially the satin sheets that I asked her to lay
on.
Using my best abilities, and under her guidance, I serviced her to
probably a dozen orgasms over the next two hours with just my lips. We
thought it might be close to mom's return, so we cleaned up and she
removed the hobble bands and leash from the collar, but we guessed it
would take the remote to remove the collar itself.
Mom did arrive about 10 minutes later and we were thankful we had quit
when we did. She handed Sara the remote and told her to "release the
beast" looking at me and smiling. Sara toyed with me for several minutes
while mom got the things she had bought out of the car and finally hit
the button once mom was back inside. My wrists popped free as did the
collar.
We returned the collar to the case and replaced it on its shelf in the
closet. I finally went to the bathroom and took my sponge bath. Sara
really wanted to help - and mom kidded her about loosing the opportunity
to do so for the last 3 hours. Sara did get to help dry me off though
which was fun. Dad would never have allowed that.
Sara helped me get dressed in the angora sweater/skirt. She thoroughly
enjoyed helping me with my pink satin bra and the matching pink garter
belt and hose (It took her almost 15 minutes just to get the bra on -
not difficult, just playing!). But I could see the gleam in her eye as
she did up my matching pink crotchless panties. She was fascinated by my
hiding little man and how invisible he was compared to how big he
normally is.
Finally came the sweater and skirt to complete the outfit (or so I
thought). Sara was amazed at how lady-like I looked. But mom had one
more surprise. While she was out, she bought me a pair of shoes to go
with the outfit.
A 3" heeled pair of sandals with a wide upper strap in a similar pink to
the trim on the sweater. Sara helped me put them on then mom handed Sara
the surprise. A small sterling silver padlock! The upper strap of the
shoes had a hasp on it allowing the wearer to be locked into them. Sara
enjoyed that moment immensely based on the look on her face as she
clicked the locks shut.
They both took turns trying to decide what to do with my hair. It was
agreed that just freshening to what it was the night before would be
best. Sara really wanted to put makeup on me, but mom said the doctor
had said nothing more than lipstick till after the bandages were removed
next Monday.
Next Monday...first day back at school...suddenly I was bummed. Sara
could see my countenance fall and circling me with her arms from behind
me asked what could possibly be the matter. "I'm getting my bandages off
Monday which means I'll have to go to school without makeup" I whined.
Not that I had to go to school looking like a girl, or wearing a dress
or skirt, but that I wouldn't be able to wear makeup.
Sara and mom both began to laugh at the same time. Mom stifled her laugh
to a giggle seeing the expression on my face for the two of them then
chortled "if it means that much to you, you won't go to school till
Tuesday then". Sara added that that might be good too giving the school
a day to absorb the news about Jamie and her change (and Sara knew just
how to help it along).
Word had already spread about a mess-up at the hospital and now only 4
days later it was beginning to filter out that it was a boy who was made
into a girl and not another girl getting the "treatment". Sara decided
that she could "help" the story along next week by dropping Jamie's name
to several of the schools biggest gossips. By the time Monday arrived,
everyone would be looking for him/her. With "her" not showing up till
Tuesday, most of the excitement and distraction would be over.
Mom thought that would be a good idea overall but said to wait till she
ran it by the attorney tomorrow to make sure we weren't violating any
agreement by it getting out that it was Jamie. Dad called about 5
minutes later and asked if we wanted to meet him for supper. Mom and I
piled into Sara's car and headed out to meet up with him. Did you know
that when the light hit the silver locks on my heels, they sparkle?
Dinner was nice, a seafood place up town near dad's office. When
finished, Sara and I went to the movies and mom went home with dad.
Which movie? ...I don't remember. We were a bit pre-occupied. It was
funny though. We decided to get popcorn and pop to share before going
in. The cashier looked at me and took a double take. I recognized him
from school but obviously he didn't me.
"I lost a fight with an airbag" I told him. "Bummer" he said. "You still
look nice" he finished. I thought Sara was going to kill the guy for
saying I looked nice. Now THAT was funny. When the movie was over, Sara
took me home and like a perfect date walked me to the door and gave me a
good night kiss and I went in. Mom and dad were already in bed. Sitting
next to the light on the counter was the remote.
I almost pushed it then but thought about it and decided to get totally
ready for bed before doing that just incase I accidentally got my hands
too close to my hips before I was ready. As anticipated, there was a
pink nightie and peignoir on my bed with a pair of pink mules at the
foot. I got all ready then headed into the living room to push "the
button". I took my sleeping pill then right before pushing the button I
got a kinky idea.
I went to the hall closet and got the case down. I put the collar around
my neck and the hobble binders on then added the ankle bracelets as
well. I then went back to the living room and hit the button. I felt the
collar snap shut. I didn't feel anything else. It took a few minutes to
hobble back to the bedroom, switch the bags, turn off the light and get
under the covers. I was exhausted just getting this far. With an exhale,
I brought my wrists to my hips and the familiar CLACK, CLACK took place.
What I didn't expect was what happened next. I felt both the hobble
bands and ankle bracelets begin to move. Both began to adjust,
especially the hobble bands. They were contracting and relaxing much
like a blood pressure machine. They finally settled in a position that
was pretty snug and I knew wouldn't move. The ankle bracelets just
contracted, released a bit, and then stopped. I was definitely not going
anywhere if I had to get up in the night. Needless to say my dreams were
pretty kinky!
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