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TRIPLE-SWITCH by "c.c." From the files of Roderick Masters, Ph. D. Psychic Investigator It was a comfortable office in a clean, sharp-looking building. But no amount of soft light and furniture could take away the antiseptic aura of an expensive Mental Hospital. Which this place was. The only really relaxing thing, in fact, was the fine-looking young woman seated behind the desk: Dr. Janet Silver. Her long, well-styled dark hair framed a lovely face with strong chin and cheek bones and vivid green eyes behind round, dark-rimmed glasses that somehow made her look quite sexy. In fact, she was quite sexy indeed, and dressed to show it off, in a tight, silky, low-cut dress that displayed her shapely, firm figure very nicely, belying any mental image I ever had of a Clinical Psychiatrist. "Thang you for coming, Dr. Masters." Her voice had a faint accent and that throaty, sexy sound that reminded me of silk sheets rustling. In fact, something about this woman seemed to radiate sexuality. Almost as if she were planning a passionate encounter with me--and soon! I wondered if my mind was playing tricks on me. Should I try a quick probe? "I was happy to come by," I assured her. "Since we settled the matter of my fee so quickly. You have a fine-looking business here." "I'm zhust one of the supervisors," she said modestly and went on to explain the organization--as I was hoping she would, because it gave me a chance to send a psychic probe into her brain while she was relaxed and off-guard. What I saw there surprised me: I got a quick mental picture of Dr. Janet Silver with her hair cut short, dressed in a macho leather motorcycle outfit. She seemed to be fondling a naked woman, leading her on a chain or.... Dr. Silver gave me a sharp look and the picture vanished as I felt my mind being forced from hers. Did she know what I was doing? "But led's get to the reason I wanted to consult wiz you." Her accented voice was just slightly guarded, but still soft and sexy. I wondered for a moment about that oddly conflicting mental image I got from her: the leather-clad dyke so totally at variance with this delectable, feminine- looking woman. But then she continued, and my thoughts became distracted by the story she told. And the sexy voice she told it in. "A patient committed himself to our care several monthz ago," Dr. Silver began. "Suffering from a variety of problemz; chiefly Gender Confusion, but also a degree of Multiple Personality Disorder and some feelingz of persecution. We have been treating him for some time, and made significant progress -- in some areaz. But we have been unable to address hiz occasional delusion... that he is You." "Me?" I tried to shake off my erotic fascination with this sensuous woman and concentrate, but it was strangely difficult. "That'zcorrect.He apparently identified with you very strongly at some time in the past, and that preoccupation haz developed into this recurring fantasy that he iz Roderick Masterz. Naturally, it seemed appropriate to contact you and explore the rootz of this obsession. Now what can you tell me about a young man named Chris Walterz?" "Chris Walters?" The name was all too familiar. But I wondered how much I could safely share with... "Before you go on," she smiled reassuringly, and my hesitation vanished as she spoke, "let me say that I do not doubt the existence, in some individualz, of Psychic powerz. You may speak quite freely to me of your abilitiez -- as Chris haz of hiz own." "All right." I felt suddenly much more relaxed and, IO admit, eager to impress this lovely doctor. "As you know, then, there are many kinds of psychic powers and many degrees of ability. Some psychics can see the past or future to some extent; others can sometimes read minds or send their thoughts to others and I -- I can project my consciousness, under the right conditions, into other people. I can't control them, I don't know if I'd want to. But while I'm in their minds, I can sometimes probe out things about them they keep hidden from others." "Az you tried to do with me a bit ago?" Again, the sensuous, reassuring smile. "Yes," I admitted, "but I'm afraid you detected it and created a false picture. At least," I gave what I hoped was an inviting smile of my own, "I hope that's it." "We shall see," she started to tease, then became all business again. "But about Chriz..." "I met Chris Walters a few years ago, at a meeting of the Psychic Network," I explained. "It's an organization where we can compare notes, try to match up our abilities, and develop our paranormal powers to maximum ability. Chris was -- Well, frankly, Chris was a pest. You see, he's what's known as a. Facilitator. Like a conduit. If two psychics wanted to communicate with each other mentally, but couldn't quite project enough, they might succeed better if each of them concentrated on Chris and used his mind to amplify, filter and transmit their thoughts to each other." "Something like the way a Medium is supposed to relay the thoughts of the Departed to the Living?" Janet prompted. "Something like that," I went on. "But Chris' power was very limited; both parties had to be willing, and both had to be in the same room with him, actively focusing on his mind. As far as Communication goes, they might as well just talk to each other. But it was kind of interesting, the first few times we tried it, to use Chris as a Facilitator." "And what else happened? Why did he become so attracted to you, Dr. Masters?" "Call me Rod." I hoped she would. In fact, I hoped to hear her scream it in the throes of orgasm. But I went on, "Well, with a modest power like that, Chris was clearly not going to make a living with his psychic abilities, as I and some others have done. But he just couldn't accept that and go out and work for a living. He kept thinking his power was a ticket to wealth and.. and the other things he wanted." "Other thingz?" "Yes. I mean, you described him as suffering from Gender Confusion. That's putting it mildly. Chris wanted to be a woman. He wanted it badly. Sometimes he'd come to meetings dressed as a female. And he always hoped to make enough money with his power to afford a sex-change operation. I guess that's why he kept pestering me. I've grown rather successful using my powers in certain investigations, like I said. "Well, Chris started by telling me I should go into partnership with him, and split all the money we earned. Frankly, I didn't have that much use for him and brushed him off. Maybe I was too nice. I don't know. All I know is every time I ran into him he'd ask me to let him work with me. It got kind of pathetic after awhile; he ended up practically begging for any kind of work. I think he'd have shined my shoes. Whatever the case, I finally told him I wouldn't have him in any capacity whatsoever. After that, he quit coming to meetings and kind of dropped out of sight. Frankly, I was relieved. Then you contacted me Doctor...." "Call me Janet....- Rod." Her eyes shone with admiration for my powers, and I felt my ego grow about three sizes. "Thiz information will be quite helpful in Chriz' treatment. Invaluable, in fact. There iz just one more thing I might ask....." "Name it." I was anxious to extend our relationship as far as I could. And if that meant doing the sensuous Dr. Janet Silver some small favor, well, all the better to have her owe me one. "If you would consent to see Chriz for a moment," she said, "perhapz even use your psychic power to probe hiz mind, if he'z willing. It would mean so much to me." And so it was that a short time later the two of us were seated in a comfortable Interview Room when two burly guards -- one male, one female - - brought Chris Walters in. As my eyes took in the sight, it took all my considerable self-control to maintain my professional demeanor and not gasp in surprise. For the man I once knew as Chris Walters was now big-breasted, blonde, bound, and bare! I tried not to stare as I surveyed the delectable, feminine form that minced in; noticed the smooth, hairless skin, the pert, peach-pink bottom perched atop shapely legs, the lovely, skillfully made-up face, with full, pouting red lips, delicately rouged cheeks, demure, shadowed eyes with l- o-n-g lashes that batted coyly, and most of all, those massive, bouncy breasts that jiggled atop her strait-jacketed arms! I saw now that her strait-jacket was, in fact, a pair of extended sleeves made of strong nylon net, pulled over her arms, which were wrapped around her waist, with straps tied off behind her shoulders and another strap that ran down from the front, back between her white thighs, and up the crack of her round butt to meet the shoulder straps. The black net and straps did more to accentuate than conceal the vast expanse of naked pink woman-flesh she displayed as she strutted in. And oh yes, there was another item of clothing: High Heels! They looked incredibly tight and tall, but somehow she managed tiny, ass-swishing, boob-bouncing steps in them. "Dr. Roderick Masterz," Janet Silver said formally, "meet Krissy." "Pleased to meet you, sir," the blonde said softly, just a hint of coquettishness in her voice, then made a silly, simpering little curtsey. Janet sensed my astonishment and turned to me. "I'm sorry, Rod," she said. "I should have explained, Chriz -- now Krissy --, haz been through extensive treatment: Hormonez, surgery to enlarge breastz and bottom, electrolysiz to remove body hair, corseting and figure training, permanent tattoo makeup, lip enhancement, vocal cord alteration--all the preliminariez for a pre-operative transsexual." "Pre-op---" I managed to speak at last. "You mean he-she-isn't...." I looked at the pink nether-lips between her legs, with that cruel strap running-through them. "That'z a synthetic cover, surgically bonded to the skin," She explained, "Underneath it iz a plastic retainer that holdz her male appendagez in a small package between her legz--a very small package, I might add. Krissy here haz been through the most sophisticated state-of-the art treatmentz money can buy, all in an effort to resolve her gender confusion." I wondered vaguely how the shabby Chris Walters I had known could ever have afforded such expensive techniques. For that matter, where did he get the money he'd need to commit himself to an exclusive private sanitarium like this? And did it have anything to do with his obsession with me? As she leaned forward, Janet's breasts threatened to spill out of that low-cut silky dress, and right then I told myself I'd go through hell and back and back again just to touch them. But I had no idea how prophetic those words were to be! So I just said, "I'll do my best Janet. Krissy: Look at me." The sexy blonde turned and faced me squarely. I focused my eyes on her. Concentrated on her mind. I felt it start. Felt my consciousness begin to penetrate that of Chris. Or Krissy. Then something stopped me. It was like a heavy door, unlocked, but hard to open. Krissy smiled impishly. Was she fighting me? I focused again. Concentrated harder. I felt the barrier start to yield, then stick again and Krissy's smile grew just a touch more mischievous. Janet started to look doubtful. That did it; summoning all my powers of telepathy, I pushed my mind as hard as I possibly could.... It was like those movies where somebody rushes a door that suddenly opens. I felt myself whoosh through, into Krissy's mind, but too fast--much too fast! I had a sensation of losing my balance, falling, spinning out of control. I shut my eyes to fight off the wave of dizziness.... When I open them again, I am standing across the room, balancing precariously in high heels. I feel cool air across my naked, hairless, soft pink flesh. It stiffens the nipples on the big, round, bouncy breasts that jiggle sexily atop my straitjacketed arms. I feel the tight strap running between my legs, pressing my confined pubes and separating the cheeks of my rosy butt. My long-lashed eyes widen as I see my blonde, ravishing reflection in a nearby mirror (the two-way mirror-wall in every interrogation room) and my full, red lips widen in a shocked "0 ! "Dr. Silver!" She and Rod Masters (formerly me!) are still seated across the room, almost intimately close together, smiling at me. "Dr. Silver!" I cry in a soft, high, unfamiliar voice, "Something's wrong! I'm in Krissy's body! And he's in mine!" "Not quite, Miss-ter Masters," Janet's voice has changed, the slight accent suddenly gone, "Or should I call you Krissy now? That's right; I was Chris Walters -- formerly Krissy -- but now I'm in this lovely feminine body of Dr. Silver's! 0ooo, it feels so goood to be TOTALLY female at last!" "But-but what--?" I look dazedly back at Rod Masters, my old form, smiling smugly at me. "I'm here." Dr. Silver's faint accent is even fainter now, coming to my ears from my old body, in my own voice, "When you probed my mind, you cunningly detected my lesbian tendenciez; too bad you weren't clever enough to realize how strong they were.... or what measurez Krissy and I might take to realize our dreamz!" "You mean... you... I... she... ?" My new voice raises an octave, breathless with shock. "That'z right: A Triple Switch. I, the former Dr. Janet Silver, now inhabit your old male body -- feelz neat! And Chris/Krissy, who alwayz wanted to be completely female, iz now happily in my old body! And you...." Both of them -- the sharp-suited man and the provocatively-dressed female doctor --look down at my strait-jacketed, half-sexed, near-nude, trembling form as I cower before them in this pre-op body, and "Rod's" eyes take in my Krissy-curves with new appreciation. "But-you can't do this to me-- give me my body back!" It sounds so alien, talking in Krissy's breathy pitch. I mince up to the smiling pair, suddenly aware of how tall and painfully tight my high heels are, and my ass swishes wildly until I stop and stamp my foot petulantly at them. "Now Krissy," Chris-in-Janet, moving with more feminine grace than ever, glides over to her desk and presses a button. The two guards enter and stand quietly by the door. "You're not getting delusional again, are you? I warned you when you signed the papers committing yourself that it might mean painful Aversion Therapy -- or other measures." I feel my tummy flutter fearfully and I blush all over again under the lewd grins of the two guards, more aware than ever of my sexy near-nude condition, and the helpless bondage that displays my massive, thrusting breasts and round, pink bottom so shamefully. And what's that about Krissy signing commitment papers? How carefully did they plan this trap? I realize that my only hope now is to stay close to Dr. Silver (or is it Chris?) and Janet-in-my-body. If I can catch them off-guard, maybe sleeping, and get back into their minds... so I fight off the waves of feminine panic and force myself to smile. "I-I'm sorry, Doctor," I say sweetly, "I was just a little disoriented for a moment. But I'm fine now. Really, I am." "Are you?" Dr. Silver smiles wickedly, and I can almost see the former Chris inside her body, enjoying her new power over me- -the ex-guy who had refused to hire Chris, "Tell you what," She gloats, "Why not practice those sexy, feminine dance steps you've been working on; dance around in front of the guards for a bit while Mr. Masters and I discuss your case!" Inwardly burning with rage and humiliation, I obediently turn' and begin dancing before the guards in my high heels and strait jacket. Their grins grow even dirtier. What have they been used to doing with Krissy? On the other side of the room, the new Rod Masters and Dr. Janet Silver smile cruelly at my antics. The former Janet now has all the masculine features she coveted for years; packaged in a handsome male body, she's free to indulge her attraction to women. And my sexy, high-kicking, breast-shaking, butt-bobbing dance is obviously appealing to her lesbian tendencies! For her part, the former Chris -- now gladly female in Dr. Silver's body -- still relishes her revenge on the bound, half-sexed, ultra-feminine, near-naked Krissy -- ME! "How sexy you look!" She pretends a professional demeanor as I stop dancing and she draws near me, "accidentally" brushing her full breasts (provocatively displayed in that low-cut dress) against my nipples, which thrust helplessly over my strait-jacketed arms. Despite the awfulness of this situation, I feel my penis stiffen in sexual excitement. Or try to stiffen; the tight cover over my Krissy-crotch is terribly small, and the pressure of Chris' male organ trying to expand in the confined space presses terribly on my balls. I flinch in agony and emit a tiny "Oooch!" of pain. "Poor thing." Chris-in-Janet reaches out to steady me, her thumbs flicking my aroused nipples as she puts her soft hands on my bare shoulders. In the background, the guards snicker as she continues, "I just realized it's been three months since we got you looking feminine enough to discontinue the hormone treatments that used to suppress your male sex-drive. And much longer than that since you had your little organ out from inside that crotch-cover!" Her professional smile is more like a triumphant smirk as she enjoys my discomfort. "Are you feeling male longings? Is it painful?" As my Krissy-body writhes in tingling frustration, my mind inside it is a riot of confused feelings. I realize now just how elaborately Chris planned this, and the measures he took to make my ordeal exquisitely cruel... including denying himself sex, knowing how I'd suffer once my mind was trapped in the half-sexed Krissy and teased mercilessly! I moan, unsure of what to say, and Dr. Silver gives me a sympathetic kiss on the cheek... slyly breathing on my neck! "You are suffering," she coos, "Maybe we should think about scheduling your final operation." My long-lashed eyes widen in fear. "My-my final operation?" My voice quivers. "You know," the Doctor's smile widens, "The operation you committed yourself here for: the one to make you completely female?" I nearly faint at the thought of being trapped in this body, then trans- sexed. What effect would it have on my mental powers? Could I ever get out again? "Oooo, Dr. Silver." I fight to keep from panicking, to talk quietly, sound sane and reasonable, as I stand here in this outlandish predicament, bound, bare and big-breasted, "I-I'm not sure anymore. About the Operation, I mean. Could-couldn't I just-just stay like this?" "Stay like that?" Chris-in-Dr.-Silver eyes my trussed nudity meaningfully, and I feel myself blushing beet red all over again, from the roots of my blonde hair to my naked tingling toes. "Why would you want to stay like that? Are you sexually confused? Do you find yourself attracted to men and women?" Unsure what to say, I search for the safest answer. "Y-yes, Doctor," I stammer, "That's right?" "Hmmm." She tries to suppress a cruel smile and look thoughtful. "Perhaps we could try a little Situational Testing.... in the proper setting...." "How about my plaze?" Janet-in-Rod prompts in m y now-accented voice, "Perhapz being in my houze might dislodge Krissy'z delusion!" "Excellent idea," Dr. Silver beams. "Guards, prepare Krissy in a Walking Harness." The thought of actually getting back to my own house again, out of this dreadful asylum, thrills me. So I remain docile and obedient as the smirking guards unlace my strait-jacket, their hands running freely over my soft flesh as they "work"-- stroking, tweaking, prodding, caressing, till my mind is a torrent of confused feelings: Fear, arousal, shame, excitement, violation, need and embarrassment all vie for my attention as they pull my unresisting arms behind me and fix the Walking Harness. But this thing is even worse than the strait-jacket! It's a shoulder harness with cuffs at the back. My wrists are pinioned behind me, up at my shoulder blades, forcing me to arch my back, thrusting out my massive breasts and rounded bottom even more. And there is absolutely no covering now for the cute little faux pussy that hides my genitals in painful confinement. I'm completely exposed now, and I shudder to think of my shame if anyone else saw me in this awful state! That's when Dr. Silver hands the guards a note and leads me out of the Interview Room. It's horrible. I'm mincing in the high heels that are my only clothing, flanked by Chris/Janet and Janet-in-my-body, strutting down hallways filled with nurses and orderlies. Janet/Rod puts a manly hand on my butt to guide me along, and every so often Dr. Silver stops to chat with a colleague, deliberately prolonging my agony as I stand there totally exposed and nubile. But finally we reach the door and to my vast relief Rod goes out to drive my car close to the door. "Wasn't it sweet of her to spare you the embarrassment of parading clear across the parking lot like that?" Chris/Janet says cheerfully, "If I had my way, you'd be parading around naked down Main Street, in front of all your friends from the Psychic Network. And I may have you do it yet!" I shiver at the depth of this man/woman's vindictiveness toward me. But I cling to the hope that maybe, back in my own home, I can find some way to get back in my real body again. So I stand there meekly as Janet-in-Rod tools my expensive foreign sports car up to the door, and I scurry out and dive head-first into the tiny rear compartment (there's no back seat!) when Chris-in-Janet opens the door. All the way to my house, I huddle back there on the floor, my big breasts pressed against the rough carpet, my shapely smooth legs curled up tight, and my big bare bottom sticking up! Chris/Janet reaches back to m vulnerable pratt, strokes, and pinches gently, with her soft, female hands, and even darts a mischievous thumb between my cheeks, and chortles when I squeak in alarm! But at last I feel the car turn up driveway (Not surprised to find that they learned where I live) and as they pull me from the car into the cool darkness of my garage, I'm so grateful that it attaches to the house, so none of my neighbors will see me like this! Once inside, Rod frees my arms and removes that awful harness. I quickly cross one arm over my massive titties and dart a hand shyly down over my false pussy, thankful for even this tiny shred of modesty.Janet/Rod and Chris/Janet smile at my confusion and order me to show them around the house. It's embarrassing, playing hostess as I scamper in front of them in those dreadful heels, but somehow I feel a teeny bit better in these familiar surroundings: my books, furniture, paintings -- all the things that make up my life seem to give me renewed hope of getting myself out of this sexy body and back to my own. The final stop on the tour is my own bedroom. I watch enviously as Rod strolls through my walk-in closet,disdainfully fingering the suits, shirts and trousers that I would have loved to wear. "I can see I'll have to make some changez," he sniffs. "Get rid of this dull stuff and buy more leather." He turns to me now, and I swear I feel the lesbian eyes of Dr. Janet Silver all over my female form like a physical touch! "But we're here for Testing, aren't we," Chris-in-Janet's body pipes up. "Let's start by having Krissy show us she really is attracted to women!" I look at her, trying to understand what this vengeful twit want from me. "So show me, Krissy," she teases, "Since I'm a doctor, I'll be able to maintain a scientific viewpoint as the test progresses," She assumes a provocative stance, hands on hips, her delectable breasts straining at the low-cut silky dress, "Do find this sexy, Krissy?" "Y-yes?" "Show me, then," she breathes. "Kiss me...." Hesitantly, all too aware of Chris' vindictive mind inside Dr. Silver's sexy body, I tiptoe forward in the high heels that are all I have now, and bend forward to kiss her. Suddenly, Janet's arms are around me, her tongue probing between my pouting red lips as her hands rove across my defenseless pink flesh. As my taut nipples brush over her full breasts, I remember thinking just a short time ago how I'd give everything I had just t touch them -- If only I'd known that's exactly what would happen! When we break off at last, I'm panting tingling, aching with need and trembling with sexy fear. "That's a start." Dr. Silver sounds cool as ever, the only hint of emotion in her voice that undertone of triumph from Chris, "Now kiss my feet." I hesitate at the outrageous command but only for a second. Fear of what can happen to me, plus the need to stay close to these two -- to please them at any cost -- prompt me to drop to my knees and bend forward kissing, then licking slavishly, at her stylish pink leather pumps. Behind, me I can feel my bare butt wave wildly in the air, causing my captors to guffaw audibly. "Hmmm, interesting." Chris/Janet looks down at my groveling, naked form before her, and pivots. "Get the heels now. That's right. Now lick the soles. I want them spotless. Keep it up, good. Now kiss my ass!" As I rise miserably to the task, Janet puts her hands on my nightstand and flaunts her butt, reveling in the sexy sensation of seeing me, a once- proud male, so completely debased before her-- or behind her, rather! I kiss passionately, my tongue straining at the hem of the tiny black-lace panties (OH! How I'd love to have something like that -- or anything at all -- to wear now!) to get between her soft, round cheeks. (OH! How I wanted to get this close to her -- but not in this awful condition!) But there's more to come. Janet pulls away and looks down at me as I kneel there, an arm still crossed over my breasts, a hand at my crotch, but unable to hide the stiff nipples, the fine sheen of perspiration on my smooth flesh, the flush of sexual arousal. "Very nice, you poor, nude, feminized, frustrated near-miss," she teases. "Now let's see how much you're attracted to men! You can start with this sexy, macho Dr. Masters!" I start to shrink back as Janet-in-my former-body steps up. He has removed his shirt (once my shirt!) revealing the hairy chest and muscled arms I was so proud of. He grins from ear to ear. But as I hesitate, staring at my former self, Chris/Janet adds, "After all those months you spent in the Clinic, Krissy, your desire to be a woman -- not to mention the way you carried on with the guards! --any sudden aversion to Male Intimacy would be definite sign of severe mental disturbance... calling for radical treatment! Do you understand?" My limbs go weak as Janet/Rod draws me to my high-heeled feet and pulls my defenseless, feminized body close. I feel the strong, masculine arms of my former self close around my new trembling, feminine curves... Feel my erstwhile hands stroking my soft defenseless nudity as the once- lesbian/now male Janet/Rod kneads my firm breasts, teases, the already hard nipples to unwilling arousal.... "Mmmmm, she'z a fine pieze." Jan Silver's accent in my voice seems filled with a welcome rush of stimulation in her new male body, luxuriating in the sensation of total masculinity - while I blush furiously and try sort out my confused feelings! "Please," I whimper, "I-I-" "I know," Jan/Rod smiles. "You should now be feeling sensationz of total disorientation. If you were a man, Thiz contact would be abhorrent to both of uz. But if you were a man, you would have no cauze for such obviouz embarrassment: After all, your genitalz are covered, and malez are not ashamed of showing their chestz in public! But you're not a man, are you, Krissy? You are busty, bare-assed-naked little in-between, the perfect sex-toy for man or woman! Now kizz my feet like you did for Dr. Silver! Then we'll move on to other thingz...." Blushing redder than ever, close to tears, I sink to my knees again and begin slavishly licking Jan/Rod's shoes -- once my shoes! My big, round bottom sticks up and waves laughably in the air as I bend to the awful task. Where will it end? And then I hear the zzzzztt of Rod's zipper opening. "NO!" I shriek, sitting up on my knees and covering myself with my hands, "I can't! I won't! I-I- --- Give me back my body, you-you sadist perverts! I'm ME, do you hear me? I'm not supposed to be here like this, all naked and feminine and----" Then I feel strong hands on my soft limbs as the guards from the clinic move in. How did they get here? Then I remember Dr. Silver passing them the note. "Poo-oor Krissy," She clucks sympathetically, "Your delusions are returning, aren't they, Sweet? I had hoped seeing Dr. Masters here in his own home would do you some good, but it appears to have been just too much for your multiple-personality disorder." "Multi--" I squeak as the straps go over my shoulders again, and I feel my wrists twisted up to my shoulder blades. "I'm not Crazy! I'm not Krissy. I'm Roderick Masters! That's me over there! They switched bodies with me and they won't let me back--" The straps tighten, pinioning my arms painfully up to my shoulder blades. I feel my back arch once again, flaunting my breasts and butt. "NO! I'm Rod Masters! I am! I can prove it! My social security number is.... 000000WWW!" "Do we gag her, Doc?" I gasp as the male guard's lewd fingers grabs my butt-cheeks with a familiar gesture, as if he's done this to Krissy before - often! "Or you gonna sedate her before we cart her back?" Cold fear grips me as I see myself growing more and more helpless. I force myself to quit squirming -- no easy matter, with the guard's happy hands all over my Krissy-body. "No." My voice is soft but urgent. "I'm all right now. I am. You don't have to lock me up. I'm okay. I'm Krissy, and I'm a cute, sexy naked little she-male and I just want to-to serve you, Dr. Silver, and this nice Dr. Masters here, and I love my big breasts and round bottom and smooth skin and soft voice, but-but let me keep my-my guy-things, please. I'll do anything you want. Anything! I can use my mouth, Mr. Masters, my butt... whatever you want! I want you to! Please don't send me back and change me. Let me stay with you and be your servant, your maid, your slave, anything, but don't make me leave you!" Dr. Silver speaks to the guards, ignoring me. "We'll gag her. Dr. Masters and I can manage. Go ahead and pull the wagon into the garage, so we can load her without all Dr. Master's neighbor's seeing." When the guards have vanished, Rod turns to me. "Don't worry, Krissy." He smiles. "You'll see a lot of us for the next few monthz. Dr. Silver and I will visit you and talk with you every day." "That's right," Janet Silver gives me that maddening secret smile, "It's very sweet of you to ask this wealthy and successful Dr. Masters to give you a job, but he really has no use for a creature of your limited talents. Did you know he's going to help me run the clinic? That's right. And we're moving in together... once he sells this house and all its contents!" I chill to think of having all my possessions sold out from under me while I'm trapped in this body. And what did Dr. Silver mean by my "limited talents?" Then, quite suddenly, I get a very strange sensation in my brain. "Haven't you guessed, Krissy?" Rod is fixing me with a concentrated stare. He's probing my mind! That means... "Paranormal mental powerz reside in the Brain; not in the mind. All the talentz you once possessed are now mine. And the former Chriz now controlz the powerz of Janet Silver: The powerz that enabled uz to trap you right where you are... in that half-sexed body with the small talentz you onze scoffed at!" I feel dizzy, suddenly realizing I've been robbed of absolutely everything I owned just this morning! My body, my clothes, my mental abilities--my very identity! But Dr. Silver is talking. "...evaluate you every day until we decide whether to take away those little male things that cause you so much confusion -- or let you stay just as you are now: a sexy little In- Between. I really think that's what you were always meant to be, but we'll do lots of experiments with you to make sure!" "Yez." Rod's eyes rake over my trembling, bound nudity. He's lowering his pants as he speaks, taking them off. "We'll start with the sensory- deprivation tank, combined with drugz and tapez to make you more suggestible. Then, when your mind iz pliant enough, we'll instill strong feelingz of modesty and submission in your psyche. But we'll keep you constantly naked and on display! After that, we'll start the training in a hundred little feminine artz, from curtseying to couch-dancing until you become the perfect female in lookz and actionz!" "And then, when we've got you craving absolutely anything to cover yourself, we'll start giving you small rewards for good performances. Perhaps a garterbelt or a new pair of high heels to start. Then maybe a maid's cap or a pair of elbow-length gloves. And when you perform really well, a nice, tight, lacy corset!" "But for now-" Rod has removed his shorts.... He's 'coming toward me.... "It'z time to gag you for your trip!" Suddenly his dark nylon underpants -- my underpants, the ones I put on just this morning -- are wadded into my mouth! And Dr. Silver's tiny lace panties are jammed in with them, secured there with one of my neckties. Janet turns as the guards re-enter: "Take Krissy along now," She addresses them with just a hint of sexy mischief in her voice, "Give her a very thorough enema, then put her in the Tank. I'll be along later with the tapes. Remember, though: I said a thorough enema!" thEnd!