Tipping The Balance, Part Two free porn video

Tipping the Balance, Part Two Chapter One I sat there on the bed, naked and alone, trying to form a plan of action. I could not just submit to the bizarre "transformation" they apparently had in mind. That was out of the question. I had no experience with feminine clothing. I had no desire to wear it. If I did, it would have been or my own purposes; not to serve or entertain someone else. They needed to understand this. After a long time lost in thought, I picked up the TV remote and started the DVD from the beginning. I saw the young man and the masked torturer again. I let the grim scene continue. The masked man turned to face the camera. He had a large, erect penis. He said something, muffled by the mask, and the camera zoomed in on his cock. He fondled it and increased it's size. The camera zoomed out and the man turned toward a table behind him. He put down the prod and picked up a small tube of something. He squirted a clear fluid onto his penis, then spread the fluid around. The man turned back to the kid and approached him. He moved in until their bodies nearly touched, with the man's cock just inches behind the kid's ass. The man slapped the kid's buttocks forcefully. The kid jerked in reaction and begged for mercy. The masked man laughed. He then took hold of the kid's waist and guided his own penis right up to the kid's asshole. The man lunged. The kid shouted. The masked man bear-hugged the kid as he thrust himself into the kid's ass. He grunted and bit the kid's right shoulder as he pumped away. The man turned his victim toward the camera. It zoomed in on the kid's penis, which was now fully erect and bobbing along with the man's thrusts. Then the camera pulled back. The kid's head shook from side to side. Tears flowed down from the edge of his blindfold. In just a few moments, several spurts of semen flew out of the kid's penis. He tilted his head backward and moaned. The man grabbed the kid's hair with his left hand and fondled the kid's prick with his right. He then let out a long growl and stopped moving. This was followed by several short, violent thrusts. Then the man pulled away. The last of his semen dripped from his softening cock. He rubbed the tip against the kid's buttocks. That part of the DVD came to an end. I admit that I watched it again. I will also admit that I was fully erect both times. I watched more of the DVD. The girl in the classroom explained how it is possible for a person to undergo a total transformation. She said that it is simply a process of re-wiring the brain through practice and study. The step is to accept that transformation is necessary. Fear of punishment aids that part of the process. When we have no other options, she explained, what is seemingly impossible becomes less so. Apparently, the girl knew - at least in a general way - the circumstances in which I presently found myself. I wondered if she had preceded me here at the mansion. There was a knock at the door. I paused the DVD as a the door opened. A woman who looked to be in her thirties pushed a serving cart into the room. She wore an old-fashioned, tight fitting nurses uniform, all in white. White stockings and white heels included. The cart held a pair of covered dishes, a set of silverware, a glass pitcher filled with water and a small paper cup. I assumed the paper cup held my first set of medications. The nurse rolled the cart over to the table and placed everything on the cart onto the tabletop. I covered my privates and stood. "Can I at least wear a towel while I eat?" I said. The nurse gave me a blank look. "You may do whatever you like," she said. "There's no one else here. Just you. And the cameras." I understood her implied threat. I was hungry, I walked over to the table with my hand over my penis. The nurse shook her head in seeming contempt. "You really need to get over that," She said. "I don't pay any attention to what you have down there. It means nothing to me. It ought to mean nothing to you, too." I was stung by that remark. Not so much by her indifference, but by the suggestion that I should forget about my own equipment. They didn't intend to.... The nurse read my thoughts. "Young men...boys...are way too focused on their private parts. You need to get over it. Life is not about pleasing yourself all the time. The sooner you accept that, the better off you will be. It will be so much easier for you then." The nurse removed the covers from the dishes. One plate held a grilled chicken breast with pasta and vegetables. The other contained a mound of cottage cheese and a small roll. My mouth watered. I was normally a cheeseburger and fries kind of kid, but this was not a "normal" circumstance. Real food, after so many days of crap, was awfully appetizing. The nurse handed me the paper cup. "I am to make sure you swallow your medicine," she said. "Please don't try to avoid it. I know every trick in the book and I will know if you are trying to pull any of them." I looked at the trio of pills in the cup. I looked at her and saw only a blank look. I tipped the cup's contents into my mouth, then accepted the glass of water she gave me. I washed everything down my throat. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue for her inspection. She nodded. I then took my seat and breathed in the delicious food aroma. The nurse took a few steps behind me. "I will remain until you finish," she said. "You have to eat everything, and drink all of the water. You are probably dehydrated after your time in the jail." It was true - the tap water in my jail cell was awful, and the only other drinks I had received were the juice boxes. I finished my first glass of water and poured another. The food was excellent. I went through all of it in record time. I wanted to ask for dessert, but I figured that I should not press my luck. After the last bite I turned to the nurse. "I'm done," I said. The nurse nodded and started gathering the plates and placing them on the tray top. I stayed in my seat and watched her. She didn't waste a second. Every move, no matter how small, had a purpose. She didn't speak nor look at me. I couldn't help but smell her wonderful scent. It was similar to mine, but nicer. Not as strong. I looked at her perfectly formed legs, encased in the stockings. I examined her shoes. I knew I would be expected to wear the same sorts of things soon, but how soon? A new flood of embarrassment washed over me. What the hell was really going on? Was this punishment to be for the rest of my teen years or longer? Did the laws that applied to everyone else still have any meaning here? If the mansion was the center of an illegal slave ring, wouldn't someone report it and have it shut down? It seemed impossible to me that if Garrity knew about it, no other lawyers or judges wouldn't. "How long do you think they'll keep me here?" I asked of the nurse. She answered without interrupting her activity. "As long as it takes." Gee, thanks. "How long is that? What is 'it'?" "Your change. Your transformation." The nurse finished loading the cart. "I suggest you watch the DVD and memorize as much of it as you can. There are also plenty of books on the shelves that will help you." She started pushing the cart toward the door. "You have nothing but time, now. Make good use of it." She said nothing more and left the room. Chapter Two In one of the sections of the DVD Brandi talked about the need for young people to talk less and listen more. She said that it was equally hard for boys and girls alike to learn this. There were little scenes of teenagers talking to each other in the way that they do these days. It did seem a bit ridiculous and highly annoying, but it was true. So few people talk TO each other, as they are too busy talking AT each other. Brandi explained that being a good listener and a skilled conversationalist makes a woman much more attractive to others. There were demonstrations of "active" listening, as opposed to "passive" listening. I learned the subtle differences between the two. I must admit that the DVD was very well done, in all. At times I forgot my nakedness and my surroundings. The sun was low on the horizon when the nurse returned with my dinner, and with more medications. Dinner was comprised of grilled fish, vegetables, a small bowl of brown rice and a small bowl of soup. There was a dish of ice cream for dessert. Not my favorite meal, necessarily, but it tasted great. I took the pills before I started the meal. The nurse watched from the same spot in which she had stood earlier. After I finished, I watched the nurse clean the table. We said almost nothing to each other. I tried to tell her how much I had learned from the DVD. She only nodded and gave short replies. As she left the room, she rolled the cart past the door, then closed the door and walked over to the closet. She took out a key and opened the closet door. I watched from the bed. I heard the scrape of coat hangars. Several minutes passed until the nurse emerged from the closet. She carried a pink colored, very frilly undergarment. It looked to be entirely comprised of lace. I could see her clothing through it as she walked toward me. "This will be your nightwear tonight," she said in a monotone. "It's called a teddy. You will wear this by itself. You may try it on, now." I took the silky teddy from the nurse and held it up before me. It weighed next to nothing. The nurse stood there, watching me. I understood that I should slip on the teddy immediately. I turned the garment away from myself and gathered up the bottom edge of it against itself. I placed the teddy over my head and onto my shoulders. I slipped both arms under the straps and let the rest fall over me. It felt incredibly good. In spite of myself, I enjoyed it. For the first time, the nurse gave just a tiny hint of a smile. She asked me to stand, and I did. She tugged here and there on the teddy until she was satisfied. It reached just below my waist and covered, if not concealed, my privates. I guessed that the entire thing could have been sewed from a single spool of thread. The nurse finished her inspection and looked me in the eye. "You have potential," she said. "Quite a lot, in fact. I see the young lady in you. Ms. Winters told me that you were a prime candidate for transformation, but I had to see it for myself." I began to drift a little. I was watching her, but she seemed to slip to the right by a foot or so. My vision corrected, but she slipped again. I held out a hand to stop her, to hold her in place. She took my hand and then placed her other arm on my left shoulder. "Have a seat," she softly said. "You've had a long day." I sat, then fell backward. I bounce slightly when my back hit the bed. I felt my self being turned and situated normally on the bed covers. The nurse placed a pillow under my head, and another under my feet. I felt very comfortable; sleepy and not a bit afraid. I started hearing wheels roll against the floor of the hallway. A thin, older man in a white lab coat entered the room, pulling an IV stand with one hand and carrying a black leather satchel in the other. He wheeled the stand next to my shoulder and placed his bag on the bed. The nurse left the room. I heard another set of wheels. The doctor patted my arm and said something, but his words were garbled. I know that I smiled and tried to speak. Nothing coherent came out. That amused me. The doctor pulled on a pair of latex gloves and began prodding various parts of my body and my legs. The nurse pushed in a small rolling cart with two liquid-filled, clear plastic bags on top. There was also a bag containing IV tubes and clamps. As the doctor continued his exam, the nurse hung a bag of saline solution and attached the tubing. The second, smaller bag followed. The doctor opened my mouth with one hand and took a look within it with a bright scope. I couldn't have resisted if I had wanted to. I watched the nurse pull IV syringes out of their packaging. I didn't care. I will never know exactly what they did to me in the following hours. I recall lying there in a state of blissful awareness, even though I couldn't move a muscle. Occasionally I would look up at the IV bags and see them slowly emptying. I tasted the saline solution in the back of my mouth. At one point, the nurse placed a couple of pillows beneath my buttocks, and spread my legs. The doctor probed around my privates and my backside. I'm not sure if I felt him explore my rectum, but I have a feeling he did, if only with his fingers. When he finished, he snapped off the gloves and left the room. The nurse remained, and pulled up a chair next to the bed. She held my hand and smoothed my hair with her other hand. She spoke sweetly to me, until I fell asleep. Chapter 3 I awoke late the next morning, on my own. I was fully covered and on my side. For just a moment, I thought I was back at home. I felt completely comfortable, though a little groggy. I threw off the sheets and covers and sat up. It was difficult to remain seated. I felt as though a rolling lead weight had been place in my skull. It was pulling me back toward the pillow. I placed my arms to my sides for support. I noticed the teddy, and the events of the day before returned to my mind. What had they given me? I decided I did not like the dopey feeling. I tried to stand, but it was impossible for me to keep my balance. I noticed that the IV equipment and stand had been removed, along with the rolling cart. "Hello?" I said in a warped, mumbling voice. I tried it again. "HELLO!" I don't know how it would have sounded to anyone else. "Shit," I said, letting out a long exhalation. My head fell to my chest. "The hell is this?" I mumbled, picking at cotton balls that had been taped to my forearm. The door opened and the nurse walked into the room. She carried nothing. She topped and looked me over. "How are you this morning?" She asked. I licked my lips and tried to focus my rolling eyes on her face. "I feel...I dunno," I said. "I sleeped...sleepded...Slepped...I dunno..." I knew what I wanted to say, but I couldn't form the words. It didn't seem to matter that much. The nurse gently pushed me down and covered me to my neck. "You get some more rest," she said. "I'll be back to check on you in a little while. I'll bring your breakfast." I nodded and mumbled my heartfelt thanks. I decided that she was okay. She made me feel good. And then I slept. I awoke again, much more clear-headed, but slightly nauseous. I sat up slowly and tried to clear my thoughts. My head now hurt quite a lot, but I preferred the pain and the greater control to the dopey, confused state of earlier. I scratched my head and yawned. I straightened out the teddy, as it had ridden up my body as I slept. That act seemed as normal to me as pulling down my pajama top. Then I remembered what it was. A few seconds of deep shame filled me. The door was unlocked and opened. Ms. Winters entered the bedroom. She wore an all-black uniform of skirt and jacket, hose and heels. She was alone. I stood and pulled down the teddy as much as I could. She told me to sit. I did, instantly. "Did you sleep well?" She asked. "Yes. What did they give me?" I regretted asking it as soon as the words left my mouth. I expected a bad reaction. Ms. Winters remained her cool self. "A sedative. That was all. The doctor thought you might be easier to examine if you were completely relaxed. Why do you ask?" "No reason. I'm sorry." I knew that I had been given something in addition to he sedative, but now was not the time - and she was not the person - to ask. Ms. Winters must have detected something in me of which I was unaware. "Tell me what worries you," she said. I shook my head and answered, honestly: "What...what's going to happen? I'll do whatever you want, but --" She cut me off. "You haven't even been here twenty four hours. We've given you a comfortable room, a hot bath, good food and a good night's sleep. Do you really wish to complain? Did you enjoy your county jail more?" I fought back tears. "No...I don't...I'm not complaining. I just don't know what you want from me. My mom...my dad..." "Your mother and father have been told that you have been spared a very unpleasant experience in a very bad place. They know that you are well, and that you are getting the best care possible. In time they will see you again. But for now, they - and you - will have to be patient. As I said, you haven't even been here a full day, yet." She then smiled. "So what do we call you, now?" I spoke before I could think. "What?" Her smile was gone in an instant. "You haven't thought of a name for yourself? That was one of your assignments." Shit! I had completely forgotten about it. I said the first one that came to mind. "Julia. I'd like to be Julia." Ms Winters was not impressed. "You were told to have three names. What are the other two?" I scrambled to come up with them. "Jennifer and Jane." "Why J's?" Her look was entirely skeptical. "Did you just think of these now?" "No! I'm sorry - " I lowered my voice, "I thought about them yesterday. I just like the names with 'J' in them. I like Julia the best." Ms. Winters crossed her arms and watched me for a moment. "Julia it is. Congratulations. It's a fine name. It's traditional. You will now answer to it, exclusively. Any failure to do so will be punished." She paused, watching me. I was hoping for a quick end to this interrogation. "Are you hungry?" The nausea had passed by then and I did have hunger pangs. "Yes, Ms. Winters." "Very good, Julia. Your breakfast will be delivered as soon as you are bathed. Remove the teddy and leave it on the bed. You will remain naked today until nightfall. Do not forget to make use of the scented water mixture." I nodded in agreement, waiting for her to finish her instructions. Her face darkened. "Do it!" she snapped. I immediately removed my teddy and stood, then headed for the bathroom. I heard her leave. My second hot bath in the mansion felt even better than the first. The steam cleared my head somewhat and worked out a few kinks in my neck. With some disgust I pressed the button to release the scented fluid. I also started the jets to disperse the fluid throughout the tub. I looked at my forearm where the IV needles had been inserted. Bruises had begun to form there. Julia. Why had I thought of it so quickly? I didn't know any Julias. None of the women in my extended family bore the name. I guessed I thought of my own name and simply used the first name with the same first letter that came to mind. Now, I was Julia. How the hell would I ever get used to that? Was I to change my last name, as well? That might not be such a bad thing. But how long would I have to be Julia? How many months, or even years, would I have to play the role? I would have been sent to Richmond until I was eighteen - three and a half years - did they intend to keep me here that long? The thought depressed me. I slid down in the tub until the water rose above my head. I had a fleeting desire to just stay submerged until it was all over. I finished the bath and dried myself. I brushed my teeth with the toothbrush they had provided and went back to the bedroom. My hair was tousled by the quick towel-rub I had given it. I had not bothered to brush it out. I sat down on the bed, remembering not to cover myself nor put on the teddy. This whole "stay naked all day" thing was stupid. The door opened and Mrs. Winters entered, along with another woman. The other woman appeared to be in her twenties, and was dressed in a a long sweater and tights. She wore calf-height boots with heels. Her black hair was long and voluminous. She was made up to the nines. I found her fairly attractive. My hand immediately covered my privates. "Uncover yourself, Julia!" Ms. Winters barked. I complied. Ms. Winters and the other woman walked to within a couple of feet of me. "Do you know how to use a brush, Julia? We left one for you in the bathroom." There was ice in her voice. "Yes, Ms. Winters. I just finished my bath. I was going --" She cut me off. "What do you think, Claire?" Ms. Winters asked the woman. Claire looked over my hair and my face. "Nice length. I can go a few different ways with it. I suppose you'll want it kept long?" She looked at Ms. Winters. "Yes. At least for the time being. I can't stand short hair on the girls. I've never understood why it became popular." Ms. Winters gave a disgusted sigh. Claire lifted my damp hair with her fingers and turned it this way and that. "You are blessed, Julia," she said. "It's so pretty. The color. Are both of your parents blonde?" "Just my mother," I replied. Claire ran a fingertip over my eyebrows. "They need thinning, of course," she said to Ms. Winters. "I might start there." "By all means," Ms. Winters said. "Whenever you'd like to begin, she will be waiting." Who's she? I wondered. Wait - "she" is me. Shit. Claire studied my face for a bit. "Beautiful skin, nice cheekbones. Plenty to work with." She gave me a big smile. "Julia, why did you ever think you were a boy?" I must have turned ten shades of red. I couldn't answer. "Do you have a tongue, Julia?" Ms. Winters asked, sternly. "It's okay," Claire said with a chuckle. "She's just too pretty to be a male." Ms. Winters gave me a look of such pure contempt, I want to leap up and strangle her. She knew she had me by the balls, so to speak, and she was enjoying it. I fought back my masculine rage. I did ball my fists. Again, she read my hand. "Julia, if you would like to say something, please do. If you would like to strike me, be my guest. You're still full of testosterone and male pride. I wouldn't blame you. But," she smiled at whatever she was thinking, "We can just as easily beat it out of you. If you'd rather spend your days naked, and cold, and in unimaginable pain, it's your choice. You do have some say in the matter." Claire gave me a sad, empathetic look. "You don't want that, dear." I relaxed my hands, and a flood of tears poured forth. Claire sat down right next to me and put her arm around my shoulders. "Let it out, Julia. Just let it go." her voice was the first nice thing I'd heard in weeks. I bawled like a baby. Ms. Winters gloated. At legth, ms. Winters spoke again. "Let's go, Claire. I think our Julia need some alone time, now." Claire patted me on the back and winked. "I'll be back tomorrow Julia, and we can get started then. Okay?" I nodded and wiped away the tears and the snot that had combined along my upper lip. Ms. Winters gave me a final contemptuous look as she and Claire left the room. Chapter 4 That day proved to be a long one. The nurse brought breakfast and medications shortly after Ms. Winters and Claire left me She served, and I ate, in silence. I was utterly depressed. The meal was quite good, but I took no enjoyment from it. It was simply nutrition, and required. The nurse cleared the dishes and left. On her way out, she took a sealed envelope from her blouse pocket and placed it on the bed. When she was gone I went to the bed and picked up the letter. "Julia" was written in longhand on it. I opened the envelope and found a single, handwritten sheet of white stationery. There were three sentences, arranged a single lines, with bullet points. " - You will finish the DVD today, and prepare yourself for an exam. - You will start reading the book entitled 'What Every New Girl Should Know,' which can be found on your shelf. - You will be given a notepad and pen, with which you will write a one page essay on why you want to be a woman." The instructions were neither signed nor initialed. I thought the writing appeared to have been from a woman's hand. I located the book after a quick scan of the dozens of titles on the shelves. It was a small volume. The cover showed a teenaged girl seated before a dressing mirror. Her hair was perfectly set, and she was just about to apply lipstick. She winked at her reflection. I flipped through the pages and found no photos, nor illustrations. I carried the book to the bed and laid down. I started to read. The book proved to be very easy to read and digest. In the introduction the author, "Marie Anne," described how he had grown up as a boy in Baltimore. The boy dreamed of being a girl, but gave up hope of ever seeing his dream made real. However, a chance meeting with an older woman at his first job led to his rapid transformation into a happy, proud young woman. Marie Anne stated that the purpose of the book was to provide newer generations of young boys with information they needed in order to live as women. The following chapters provided all sorts of advice on every topic imaginable. A chapter was devoted to how to dress properly at the start. Marie explained that many young "girls" dress to shock, rather than to simply be comfortable and attractive. She wrote that it is vitally important to have at least one friend who knows the truth and will assist the "voyager" (she used that term throughout the book) in his journey. A true friend can be honest and empathetic, and should prevent one from looking foolish in public. Marie Anne went on to advise the reader of what to expect from friends and family, once the decision is made to make the "voyage" known. She warned of the possibility of bad, or even violent, reactions. I imagined my dad exploding at the sight of me in a dress. I thought that mom might be less volatile, but not much more understanding. I finished the book in a couple of hours. It was not hard to commit to memory the various points Marie Anne had made. I then watched the remaining lesson the DVD. In it, Brandi discussed shoes and boots. I had no idea there were so many varieties of each! Shoes for me had only ever meant sneakers, and a nicer pair for Sundays and special occasions. Brandi's explanation of shoes for women seemed impossibly hard to remember. How the hell would I pass a quiz on them? I watched that lesson twice. The nurse brought me my lunch and the midday meds. We exchanged a few pleasantries, but nothing more. I was learning to keep to myself. I wanted conversation, but it seemed like a good idea not to initiate it. Maybe in time.... The lunch meal was very good. I ate with gusto and didn't hesitate to finish every bite. I drank the entire pitcher of water. My body felt better than it had since my arrest. After the nurse left, I took another look at the book, and watched the parts of the DVD I was having trouble remembering. I began to like Brandi. She was pretty cute, and she had a friendly manner that made the lessons halfway enjoyable. When she demonstrated the proper technique for walking in high heels, I became quite aroused. I was afraid to do anything about it, but I was tempted. Still, I knew they were watching. Sometime in the afternoon, the nurse entered the room with two of the girls who had accompanied Ms. Winters when I first arrived. One of the girls carried an opaque plastic shopping bag with hard plastic handles. The bag bulged at the sides. I put the book down and made no attempt to cover myself. The nurse was the first to talk. "It's time for your cleaning," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. I stood, not knowing what else to do. "In the bathroom," she said. All four of us went into the bathroom. The girls stood to one side as the nurse pulled a complete enema kit out of the plastic bag. Not that I knew what it was for at the time, mind you. I wasn't sure what was going to happen. The nurse asked one of the girls to run hot water in the sink. The nurse then attached the tubing and nozzle to the enema bag. "Julia," she said, "I will need you to bend over the edge of the tub. You can rest your hands on the tub floor." What? I didn't like the sound of it. I hesitated. One of the girls stepped toward me. I moved to the edge of the bathtub and leaned forward until my stomach rested on the edge. I was just able to reach the bottom of the tub with my fingertips. I watched the nurse fill the bag with hot water. She had one girl hold the bag and the the tubing. The nurse walked over to me. "You might feel a bit of discomfort at first." The nurse said. "It will pass. This is a necessary procedure, and you will come to enjoy it." She put on a pair of latex gloves. I felt a trickle of fluid run down the crack between my buttocks. I jumped a little; the fluid seemed ice cold. Then I felt the nurse's hand spreading the fluid around my anus. A moment later, something slid into me. I groaned. This was entirely new. I felt a sting of pain and a wave of embarrassment. Three women were watching me have something pushed into my asshole! What could be worse than that? The object moved farther along. I was just about to object. Then I felt a warm rush of water flow into my bowels. I groaned again. Pressure slowly built. I was humiliated. In a minute or so, the nurse spoke. "Now, Julia, I'm going to remove the nozzle. You will not release anything until I tell you to. Understand?" "Yes," I replied. I badly wanted to empty my bowels, but I would hold them as long as I could. I felt the nozzle withdraw quickly. It was all I could do to to hold the seeming gallon of water in me. I didn't move a muscle. "Alright,' the nurse said. "Stand up and use the toilet." I stood up, straining to retain the water as I did. I shuffled over to the toilet and sat down. I released everything. It felt pretty pleasurable to void myself. I continued until I was sure nothing was left inside. I stood and wiped myself. The nurse looked at the contents of the toilet bowl before she flushed it. "Good," she said, "now we will repeat the process." Oh, come on! There couldn't be anything left in me after that. Yet I complied, and did so a third time. After the third repetition, I was ordered to assume the position yet again. What were they looking for inside me? I had to have been clean enough to please anyone. I bent over and touched the floor of the tub. "This will take a little getting used to," the nurse said. I heard her take another device out of the bag. I couldn't see it. She applied more lubricant to my backside. I then felt a gloved finger enter me. There was just a bit of pain as the finger moved in me, until I felt the other knuckles against my skin. The nurse probed up and down. Suddenly, I gasped. One the most exquisite sensations I'd ever felt surged through me when she rubbed a particular spot. Christ, it was good! My ass even moved to meet her hand. I didn't mean to do it, but I couldn't help it. She withdrew her finger. I thought I heard one of the girls giggle. "They can't help it," the nurse said to the girls. "It's a very sensitive location. Men may achieve ejaculation through this sort of stimulation, alone." This time, I did hear both girls giggle. Now I felt one of the nurse's hands separate my buttocks. There was another item poking at my asshole. "Relax," the nurse said. As if that were possible! A stab of pain hit me. I cried out. This was followed by the movement of what seemed to be a small ball, or an egg, that was attached to a smaller diameter shaft. The pain was fairly intense. I gritted my teeth and started to weep from the pain and the humiliation. The probing stopped for a moment, then continued. Gradually, the pain seemed to subside. Then the pleasure began. The egg reached the spot the nurse had rubbed just a moment before. The egg felt even better. The nurse started a slow, stroking motion with the device. I was instantly, fully erect. I moaned. This was too good. I should not be enjoying it! Girls were watching me, just a few feet away! None of it mattered. I was unable to resist the unbelievably good sensations the egg was giving me. And then it got better. The egg started to vibrate. I lost all control of my legs, and my weight was now fully supported by my stomach and my fingers. But I felt weightless. I was wracked with spasms of sexual pleasure. Nothing I had ever done before felt anything like this! What the hell was she doing to me. I couldn't help but moan with every pass of the egg. I bucked my ass backward to meet the nurse's attentions. The girls were now laughing uncontrollably, but I didn't have any capacity for embarrassment. The good feelings were everything. After a few more strokes of the egg, I ejaculated against the outer wall of the tub. I don't don't know how many times I sprayed semen against the tub, but each shot brought me to the brink of passing out cold. I panted as I collapsed. I leaned forward until my palms hit the tub floor. The nurse slowly withdrew the wand. "This is what I mean, ladies." She said. "They can't help it. No stimulation of the sex organs, themselves, is necessary. You noticed I didn't touch him there once. Neither did he." The girls, who had stopped laughing, concurred. I heard the nurse pull off her gloves. She put the wand in a plastic baggie and handed me a canister of sanitary wipes. "Now clean up your mess," she commanded. When I recovered sufficiently to do so, I moved back to my knees and took a wipe from the canister. A large amount of semen had run down the tub wall and was spreading along the floor tiles. I wiped it all up, then used a second wipe to finish the job. I put the used wipes in the trash can. "Now clean yourself." the nurse pointed to the toilet. I wiped off my backside and checked to make sure none of the semen remained in front. When I finished, the four of us returned to the bedroom. I was told to take a seat. The nurse spoke to all of us at once. "Julia, girls, this will be a daily ritual from now on, for as long as I deem it necessary. Julia needs to be cleansed, and she needs to be relieved of the pressure that new girls can't help but feel when they begin the process. Fortunately for them, the ritual is enjoyable. In time, they come to look forward to it. Afterward, they lack much of the natural, despicable male aggression they are used to having. This aids the entire process immeasurably." The nurse reached into the bag again. She pulled out a legal pad with a pen clipped to the top. "Julia, as you have been instructed, you will fill out one page with an essay on why you wish to be a young lady. Do not lie and do not try to fool us in any way. We need to know that you are as committed to your transformation as we expect you to be. I will collect the essay at dinner time. Write as many drafts as you need to, but it must be complete by seven o'clock. That gives you six hours. That's more than enough time to have it done." She handed me the legal pad. The three women left the room. I stared at the blank page. Wonderful. Tell a lie, but don't lie. Tell them what they want to hear, but do it sincerely. Write something that went against everything I'd ever felt, or thought, or believed. Great. Oh, and do it in six hours. I couldn't do it in six weeks! I had no desire to be a girl! I wanted to be back with my friends, doing stupid shit and enjoying myself. I wanted to be back with my parents at home. I wanted my computer, and my phone, and my video game machine. I wanted my own clothes back. Even the suit! I could get used to a tie in time. Heels? Skirts? Fuck no! Never. Thinking of this, and of what had just happened - in front of girls, no less - I broke down again. Tears of rage and humiliation fell onto my bare legs. The first page of the notepad was splattered with teardrops.