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Tricked and Coerced By Stefanie Flowers Some years ago, it seems like an eternity to me now, I made the fateful encounter which so drastically changed the course of my life. From that moment on I was slowly but surely led down a strange path from which there is now no return. Na?vely, I let myself become entrapped by the guiles of a beautiful woman; led from the heights of heaven to the depths of hell by an enticing smile. Even now I have a hard time believing what I've become and don't know whether to laugh, cry or whinny. It all started in my final year of college. Anticipating a Summa Cum Laude business degree I was on top of the world looking forward to a bright future and meaningful career. I was in no hurry to settle down and enjoyed playing the field of available young women. Not blessed with a muscular frame, it wasn't exactly handsome looks that attracted the ladies to me, but charm and wit that somehow compensated for my immature stature. The relationships were usually short lived but long enough to enjoy some satisfying intimacy and sex before the parting of ways. That was ok with me for, as yet, I had no desire to enter into a long term serious relationship. All in all, life was good. Yet to meet my dream girl, I had not even thought to start looking for her. You know, your soul-mate, the one that captivates your heart so completely you're willing to sacrifice everything to be with her no matter what. I first saw her in Charlie's, an upscale downtown bar, one Saturday night. She was in a small group of attractive women that were, alas, totally off-limits. The attending men were tall, muscular and had a military look about them. I would never reach her, let alone survive an attempt to introduce myself. To be perfectly honest, I was asking myself what she could possibly see in a scrawny underdeveloped runt like me, given all of that well-hung prime meat so attentively surrounding her. I tried not to stare but her exotic off-world looks intoxicated me. It was love at first sight. She was by far the most beautiful woman in the room. Standing tall in heels, her natural height probably matched my 5' 9". She had long, lustrous black hair and emerald green eyes that literally sparkled with mischief. I blushed heavily as she glanced in my direction, our eyes meeting for her to catch my obvious stare. Smiling, she demurely lowered her eyelashes; the universal cue to a man that the woman across the crowded room is interested in you. She spoke briefly to one of the male escorts and then casually moved away from her protective group. I fancied that she was headed over to me, but no, she walked towards the ladies room. This was my chance to single her out. Typical of so many men in such a situation, confronted with meeting the woman of their dreams, I was frozen in place, scared of screwing it up and getting a big brush-off. My feet were cemented to the ground while I struggled to think of a witty introduction line. The all too brief window of opportunity lost, I despondently moved over to the bar to purchase a consolation drink. As I turned around she was right in front of me bumping into my full glass, the contents spilling over my jacket. Apologizing for being so clumsy, she dabbed at the spill with a tissue. Wanting to impress, I managed to stammer "No harm done. It's my fault for being in your way." Saying that I was obviously a gentleman, she gave me a brief kiss on the cheek, turned around without saying another word and quickly rejoined her group. I inhaled her lingering scent, a perfume mingled with pheromones that sent heady signals to my brain. Why had she come over to me only to leave so abruptly? My answer was in the stern protective glances coming from the men in her group; a definite message to back off if I knew what was good for me. I left the bar feeling physically sick for not having at least asked her name, let alone asked her out on a date or exchanged phone numbers. What a miserable excuse for a man I was, but I took some solace from knowing that she was out of my league and I had probably avoided being roughed up. Taking off my jacket at home and I emptied it of all contents ready for dry cleaning. Besides my keys, wallet and phone I was surprised to find a folded piece of paper. "Naughty boy!" it stated. "Your eyes told me what you were doing. I hope I did not disappoint! I bet you too look cute in nothing but your birthday suit. Give me a call sometime soon and, who knows, maybe we'll live up to each other's imaginations. Hope you're not too shy to say hello, Daphne." Needless to say I was in heaven. I now had her name and phone number. Out of all those men, this gorgeous woman found me cute enough to seek me out. Was I really this lucky? I could barely wait until the next day to call her. On the phone I quickly lost my shyness as we chatted for many hours, both flirting and exchanging the minutia of our lives. Stupidly I asked about her escorts that night to which she giggled and teased me about being jealous. After I admitted my guilt she told me not to worry, they were just her father's goons. Father was apparently very protective of his little girl and did his utmost to cocoon her in a tight ring of security. All of her male friends were vetted and had to meet with Daddies approval. That was why she had been so forward in passing me a secret note. If we were to start dating it would have to be done very discretely. We arranged to meet at a romantic Italian bistro. It is situated on a quiet square near my apartment. We chatted over flickering red candles while sharing a good bottle of Chianti. Savoring each other's eyes we slowly exchanged our life histories. Not wanting to scare her away on our first date, I chose not to express what my heart wanted me to yell out loud. Instead I told her of my dreams for the future and how I wanted to get to know her better. She talked about her family and how she did not want to follow the life that father had laid out for her. Her home world was Imperium and she was on Earth to "round out" her education before returning home to get married, just as her sister Stefanie had done three years earlier. Magnus, or Daddy as she always called him, ran a powerful space shipping company and spent a lot of time off-world making various business transactions. He is a powerful man being a Senator; one of the nobility on Imperium. He has plans to grow the business into a space shipping empire and Daphne is a key part of those plans. At an early age, she had been betrothed to Adrian, the son of his major competitor. Daphne wanted nothing to do with the boring Adrian and a stifling marriage; she vowed to only marry for love. Looking so distraught and desperate in that moment, I took her into my arms and whispered how I hoped to be her true love, her knight in shining armor that would save her from such a fate. I know it sounded corny, but I truly meant it. Her sobbing tears slowly drew to a halt. As we stared into each other's eyes, her facial expression slowly transitioned to produce the hint of a smile. We moved our lips together to take a first tentative kiss. Encouraged by its success, we continued kissing, at first tenderly, and then full of passion. Needless to say, I had fallen hook, line and sinker for Daphne, but what about Daddy. I was scared to death of him, but at that moment it did not matter. I was smitten and somehow our love would find a way for us to stay together. After just a few weeks of casual dating we embarked on a more serious relationship spending as much time as possible with each other. It was difficult having to always meet secretly at my apartment, never at hers. Each tryst was limited to how long she could avoid being missed by the security goons. Every time she had to put on a heavy disguise to leave her apartment and could not be gone for long without being missed. This made our love making infrequent but all the more passionate. Daphne's ideas for sex were much more adventurous than mine. She was always coaxing me into trying new ways to satisfy our carnal appetites, making each tryst a thrilling new experience. Having exhausted the positions in karma sutra, we tried out bondage, each taking turns at being dominant and submissive. At first I did not notice, but as time went on she seemed to really enjoy being the dominant one, so we fell into a routine of me being the submissive. Although I never thought of myself as a macho man I was surprised by my acceptance of her taking the dominate role in our sex play. I had never thought of myself as submissive. It's amazing how erotic the touch of a feather can be when with arms and legs restrained, it is lightly brushed over one's exposed erogenous zones. Naked and tied spread eagle on the bed, Daphne would tease me to arousal and then ease off only to stimulate me to the edge of orgasm a few minutes later. Sometimes she would finish the heavenly torture by taking my rod in her mouth, licking and sucking me to ejaculation. She always let the semen squirt over my naked body, never in her mouth. She would then scoop it up to feed me, refusing release until I licked up every single drop. Other times she would straddle and ride her mount to fulfillment. Either way there was no escape for me. I was her willing sex toy to do with as she pleased. It was exquisite not being able to resist or control the method of our love making, only certain of its eventual outcome. We had been going steady for five months when out of the blue Daphne quizzed, "Carl, Do you know why this coming weekend is extra special for me?" I did not have a clue; some kind of lover's event that I had forgotten? Trying to extricate myself with humor, I jokingly responded, "Save the whales day." "No silly, it's my coming of age Birthday this Friday!" she squealed excitedly. Feeling bad that I did not know, I exclaimed, "I'm such a jerk!" Then anticipating I was in hot water I pleaded, "Please forgive me. How can I possibly make it up to you?" "Don't feel bad honey. I didn't expect you to know since I didn't tell you until now. But I do have a gift in mind that would make my Birthday extra special, the best ever!" "If it's in my power, it's yours," I replied. "That's wonderful," came Daphne's exited response, "because I want us to spend the whole day together and have you to myself overnight. I've arranged a full day of activities; a birthday dinner followed by an evening at the ballet and then clubbing till late in the morning." Thrilled, I was beginning to think this would be an extra special present for me too! Did this mean Daphne was willing to bring our relationship out into the open? Maybe Daddy was not such an ogre after all. I truly hoped so. "Of course darling, but what gift can I get you?" "This is where the extra special part comes in," she squealed excitedly. "With the ever present chaperones you obviously can't come as my boyfriend, but I think you'll make a very convincing girlfriend" continued Daphne taking an extra girlish pose and fluttering her eyelids at me. "No, seriously," I laughed thinking it was all in jest. "Yes, seriously," she giggled. "That's the only way it will work." "No way," I exclaimed. "I could never pull that off, not in a million years, not in front of everyone." "It will be such fun pulling a fast one on Daddy," she said with glee. "Just think, Carl, we'll be able to make love overnight at my apartment and maybe even spend the whole weekend together. No one will be the wiser." "But he's sure to do a background check on me and find that your girlfriend is really a boyfriend," I countered. "Yes, I've thought of that already. Today I had a close friend of mine hack into the public records and change your name to Cindy. As far as the world is concerned you are now a woman." Seeing the look of shock on my face she continued, "It's no big deal honey, my friend will even provide a genuine driver's license for you and change everything back to normal when sadly it's all over." Daphne had already assumed my agreement to participate in the crazy scheme, and now had little choice but to gracefully accept. Solidifying the plan even further she added, "I've already made a make-over appointment for you on Thursday at my beauty parlor." I had never even thought about cross-dressing, let alone been interested in doing it. I was petrified of the idea of posing in public as a woman, especially since I expected to fool no one. Daphne, however, was so happy and excited at the prospect that I could not spoil her fun just yet. It was after all her twenty first birthday and I had promised to make it extra special; I just hadn't realized that meant extra special for me too! Thursday morning rolled around much too soon. After showering and shaving all over as instructed by Daphne, I had some coffee and waited for her to arrive. It was still very early and the sun had yet to rise. Surprisingly she arrived with a box laden man trailing her. Sydney was apparently a body sculpting medic, whatever that meant. To save embarrassment at the beauty salon, Daphne had hired him to deal with the more intimate details of my transition beforehand. It was a kind thought, but I found being worked upon by a man to be extremely humiliating, even more so with Daphne constantly watching the process and giggling at my embarrassment. First I was given an all over massage, perfumed oils being rubbed into my skin. The oil was a depilatory to prevent any hair growth for about a week. I was told to open my mouth wide and he sprayed a liquid down into my throat. I wondered what that was for as I felt something in my throat get tighter. Next step in the process was applying the skin prostheses. First to go on were the C cup breasts. The glue gave off a heady vapor that made me feel somewhat high. After carefully positioning the breasts on my chest Sydney instructed me to lie still for ten minutes thus allowing the breasts to strongly bond with my skin leaving no visible seam. Sitting up I could feel their weight and noticed how they jiggled with every body movement. Daphne laughed at the terrified look on my face but came to my rescue with a satin platform bra. She clipped it around my body and showed me how to settle my new breasts comfortably into the miniscule cups. I was grateful for the bra's support but felt self- conscious at the way my naked breasts, replete with genuine looking nipples, were openly displayed on a shelf. Next I stood as thigh and bottom enhancements were glued in place. In no time at all I had some very natural looking feminine curves. By this time I was beginning to feel a little bit excited. "Perfect timing for the vagina," Sydney mocked as he noticed signs of arousal at my crotch. "Now lay back girl and spread them for lover boy," he said, "this won't hurt at all." His latex covered hands worked my testicles until they popped up into my body cavity. Using glue he sealed them securely into place. "Now for the piece de la resistance," he snickered. I was handed some kind of plastic ring and told to slip it onto my penis. I did not like the look of it and hesitated to do so. Daphne, impatient with me, took the ring and slipped it on before I could say no. It slide on easily, but gripped fast when I tried to remove it. A hair blower was then directed at my genitals. It felt erotic and my penis did its best to lengthen only to be restricted by the ring. After several minutes of heating the ring had shrunk much smaller, tightening its grip even further. Sydney then took hold of my penis and inserted it into a recessed sheath within a fake vagina. Pushing my penis into the sheath I heard the ring snap and lock into some kind of catch. I did not like the sound of that. The vagina looked very realistic after being smoothed out, and glued into place on my crotch. It even had a heart shaped landing strip of pubic hair. "The ring will hold Johnny in place for the duration so you'll need to pee sitting down," Sydney laughed. "Oh, and if you feel adventurous, it has a vaginal recess to enjoy being fucked by a man. The ring will prevent any leakage around the seams when you pee but, most importantly, will keep you in girl mode by preventing any erections." Daphne was finding the situation, especially my response to the 'fucked by a man' comment, hilarious. The more she broke out into fits of laughter, the more I fumed red with embarrassment. Fortunately, before I blew a fuse, she calmed herself down and stopped her giggling. Trying to keep a straight face she thanked me for being such an understanding lover and undergoing all of this just for her. I knew that she was also making fun of me but I decided to play along with her. Forcing a smile I sarcastically whispered, "You know I'll do literally anything for you darling!" only to realize that I had a female sounding voice. Daphne broke out into laughter and giggles once again. I was shocked by my voice and overall appearance. The vagina, breasts and literally everything else looked and felt so damn real. I was awash with emotions. Sydney, by his snide comments and man handling of my penis, had upset and angered me. His laughter at my predicament had been all too humiliating. Unfortunately, given my situation, I had no way to regain even a modicum of male dignity. As if to reinforce my thoughts, Sydney rudely instructed, "Oh! Honey buns, I almost forgot to tell you. Hot showers will help prolong effectiveness of the glue and keep you looking like the gorgeous girl that you are. Only Daphne knows how to remove the ring so you'd better be a good girl. She might decide to punish bad behavior by keeping you permanently chaste and out of trouble." Before I could think of a suitable retort, Daphne, seeing trouble brewing intervened by politely thanking and paying Sydney for his services. Departing with a big smile on his face, I knew that he was laughing to himself at my predicament. Daphne claimed he was just pleased about how generous the tip had been. "Lighten up!" Daphne said. "We have to finish getting you ready for your beauty appointment." Glad that Sydney was gone, I let Daphne finish dressing me in a thong panty that matched my bra, shear tights and a smart business outfit; white silk blouse, tight fitting black pencil skirt, a purse and moderate heels. With a little mascara, red lipstick and a wig I was ready to venture out into the world as a woman. No! Not really! I was petrified that neighbors might recognize me. Not wanting to be seen, I scooted out of my apartment to the staccato of rapidly click-clacking high heels and literally dived into the refuge of a waiting taxi cab. Daphne, trailing behind me teased, "Wow, that's impressive. Running in high heels! You must have done this before?" Finally, seeing my distress at being out in public like this, she stopped the teasing and gave me some much needed advice. "Now take a deep breath, and calm down. I know it's all new to you but from now on you must act like the woman you appear to be. Don't ever run in heels. Always walk slowly swinging your hips a little. It will help if you place one foot directly in front of the other on an imaginary line. Oh, and I don't want to ever see you flash those panty's again, swing your legs together when getting in and out of a car." Sufficiently chastened, I gradually calmed down and decided to heed her good advice. It was a lot to remember but with practice the moves should become second nature to me. Just in time I was finally collected enough to confront my next ordeal, the beauty salon. Taking Daphne's advice I practiced exiting the car like a lady. "Hello Joan," said Daphne to the owner as we entered the beauty parlor. "I hope we're not late." "Of course not, darling! Your timing is perfect as usual," responded Joan. Then exchanging hugs I was introduced as Daphne's best friend Cindy. "So this is her, you didn't tell me she's such a natural beauty." Blushing at the compliment I was tongue tied and scared to utter my first words in a female voice. I hoped I could maintain the higher pitch without dropping into my normal tone. Knowing that women always looked to complement one another, I managed to stutter, "I've just been dying to visit here ever since Daphne told me about you." "Well, thank you," responded Joan with a big smile. Glancing down at her appointment book she said, "I have you down for a full makeover Cindy. It will take about five hours to complete but I think you'll be very pleased with the results. You should know we'll be doing our best to win you over as a regular customer." Not if I could help it, I thought! Seeing that I was in good hands and had no chance to flee, Daphne, after another round of hugs, took her leave promising to pick me up afterwards. Handing me over to Suzy for a facial and cuticle conditioning, Joan whispered in my ear, "I can see that this is your first time dear. There's no need to be embarrassed. You're not the first 'gurl' we've done this for, so just relax and enjoy the experience. Daphne has given us full instructions for your make-over." A plastic cape placed over my blouse, I was told to lie back putting my head in the headrest. My wig and make-up were removed for the application of a facial peel. Slices of cucumber covered my eyes, mud drying on my face, as my toes and fingers were dipped into a warm soapy solution. Suzy worked on my cuticles and buffed my nails. It felt good and I did not mind the attention; after all some men got manicures and even pedicures. Next the facial peel was removed and I was moved over to the shampoo chair. Head leaned backwards over the sink my hair was washed and conditioned. It seemed I was in a factory line as next I was moved to yet another chair where the stylist Miriam first cut and then worked on weaving extensions into my hair. My natural hair was long for a man but too short to be convincing as a woman. So far, everything had been most agreeable and nothing to worry about. I actually felt very relaxed. After the weekend, a quick haircut would take care of returning me to normal. Joan came up to me saying, "How's it going dear?" I replied, "Just wonderful, this is so relaxing." "Glad you are enjoying the experience. Here, drink this complimentary glass of Pinot Grigio." I gratefully accepted the wine and after a few sips drifted off to sleep. I felt my left shoulder being gently shaken and heard a voice calling, "Wake-up Cindy, wake-up." On drowsily opening my eyes I was shocked to see a feminine looking hand, my hand, with long pink nails having white tips. A French manicure I thought to myself. Groggily I raised my eyes to look at the mirror only to see the reflection of a woman with long wavy golden locks flowing down around her shoulders. "It's time to wake up Cindy. You've slept through most of the fun and it's time to complete your make-up" said Miriam. Now sufficiently awake, I knew where I was and who the gorgeous blond must be! The acrylic extensions would not come off easily, but worse than that, I had dyed, permed hair that fell all the way over my shoulders. Alright, I thought trying not to panic, more difficult to reverse come Monday, but it could still be done. Now I would need some hair dye and I knew not what to remove the nails. Daphne would help. Then I noticed the pierced ears complete with dangling earrings. I even sported a glittering nose stud in my left nostril. Seeing my state of shock from across the room, Joan came by asking if I would like another glass of wine. This time I knew better and declined the offer. Joan whispered, "Relax Cindy, you look absolutely gorgeous. Daphne did not want you freaking out with all of the changes so we agreed it would be best if you slept through the worst of it. This glass is just wine. All we need to do now is finish your make-up and you're ready to go. Having gone so far what choice did I have? It was too late to make a scene so I lay back quietly as fake eyelashes were glued on one lash at a time and the completed eyelash primped in a lash curler. My eyebrows were painfully tweezered into a thin arched line. Next I was ready for the war paint. At each stage I was instructed on how, in future, to apply make-up. Foundation, setting powder, blush, eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner, lip liner and lipstick were all applied to perfection. Looking in the mirror, all I could see was a somewhat scared but beautiful woman looking back at me. Trying to play it cool, I thanked Joan for her miraculous work. "Not at all Cindy," she replied. "With your bone structure and unblemished skin, it's easy and pleasurable work." To make her day I said, "I just love the new me." We hugged each other, brushing cheeks to each side of the face while smacking our lips to sound like kisses. I felt proud of my new found feminine skill for affectionate departures. Joan said a parting, "So glad you like your new look Cindy. Please come see us again soon." "Holy shit!" exclaimed Daphne as she entered the salon. "Cindy, is that you? You look absolutely stunning. Come on girlfriend, we have some serious shopping to do!" For her Birthday, Daddy was treating Daphne to a private designer fashion show from which to select suitable new outfits to wear on her birthday. On hearing that Daphne had a new very best friend, he'd insisted that Cindy be included on the shopping spree. At a minimum, Daphne said we both needed gowns and matching shoes for attending the ballet and sexy dresses for nightclubbing afterwards. Before that, Daphne said I needed to have my own everyday clothes. "Why?" I asked. "Because, silly, Daddy will send someone to verify who you are and where you live," she replied. I had not thought of that and how complicated everything was getting to be. Daphne was also beginning to talk to me as if I truly were her girlfriend, and a silly one at that! Apparently my apartment needed to look like that of a girl's, not a boy's. Taking advantage of my salon visit and our clothes shopping, Daphne was having my apartment refurnished and decorated in a feminine way. I thought Daphne was getting carried away by all of the changes but she insisted on completing the illusion. I became Daphne's Barbie doll as we went from store to store with me modelling almost every item of clothing. First purchase was an authentic waist cinching corset that after much pulling on the laces took four inches off my waist. Apparently I needed to be as slender as possible before selecting all of my new clothing. There seemed no end to the purchases of intimates; bra's, panties, nylons, camisoles, nightgowns, etc. Not finished yet, blouses, skirts, sun dresses, work day suits, shoes and even handbags were added to complete my wardrobe; way to much clothing for just a weekend. Daphne paid for everything and all of the purchases were delivered to my apartment. I wondered what the neighbors would be thinking! I now stood in a satin blouse with short arm cuffs and black leather mini-skirt with matching bolero jacket. I had on knee length boots with 6" stiletto heels and a designer handbag slung over my shoulder. Perched on my head was a wide brimmed hat from which some black open lace netting draped over my face. Surprisingly, I looked very convincing in this outfit; truly a high-maintenance, hot looking babe! Daphne was clearly having as much fun dressing me as I was experiencing the new female sensations. However, I also felt guilty at so much spending on clothing that I would never wear. Maybe I could return most of it later. For now though, it felt very erotic, perched on tip-toe with garters pulling at the tops of my nyloned legs; my waist cinched ever so tight. The clothes only served to accentuate a perfect figure; a prominent butt and well-endowed boobs sheathed in layers of silk and leather. "OK girlfriend, now you look suitably dressed for some serious gown shopping," exclaimed Daphne. So, arm in arm, off we set in search of female glamor. This time the gowns were displayed by professional models parading down a catwalk. Sitting carefully, I tried not to let my mini- skirt rise too high as we sat and perused the display of high fashion gowns. Feeling somewhat undressed, I kept pulling down on the hemline as we discussed and selected which gowns to try on ourselves. So this is what it felt like to be a rich, glamorous, high-fashion woman. We picked out a sapphire blue satin gown for me. Daphne said the color matched my eyes and perfectly set off my blond hair. It had a corset top that displayed lots of cleavage on me. The bottom was very tight and restrictive, trapping my legs in a full length satin sheath. Even with a slit from ankle to mid-thigh, walking required me to use lots of small high heeled steps that gave a wiggle to my butt. All of that I found somewhat disconcerting but enjoyable. At least the gown came with a wrap to cover my shoulders and exposed cleavage. Daphne chose a similar gown in emerald green to match her eyes. By the time we came to selecting nightclubbing dresses I was quite inebriated and not paying much attention to the job at hand. I left dress selection completely in Daphne's capable hands. My nightclubbing dress was altogether different from the gown. Clearly it was designed to showcase the body and expose as much flesh as possible. This had a side benefit of providing complete freedom to move and dance wildly. Not really a dress, it consisted of two pieces. The top was more like a one piece bathing suit with barely wide enough bandage strips that covered each breast separately. It left the butt naked and provided only minimal coverage for the crotch. Having a thong with hook and eye closure, it wouldn't be necessary to undress for bathroom visits or sexual encounters. It was made of a bright red stretchy material that gave the appearance of liquid metal. Any onlookers would have an unobstructed view of flesh going all the way down between the breasts to the hips, while those from behind would see an exposed back tapering in a V shape to the top of the butt crack. It was obvious that no bra could be worn with this, so it came with nude colored self-adhesive cups to stick onto each breast. My boobs were certainly going to be free to bounce around a lot. The bottom was a very short, silver colored, flared mini-skirt. Covered in glittering sequins it showed off the legs to mid-thigh. When twirling and dancing it would flare out, flashing three sixty views of the skimpily covered crotch and bare buttocks. The dress also came with a matching sequined wrap. Daphne was happy with her selection for me and by that time I was too blitzed on champagne to realize how much of my body it exposed. Daphne had chosen a much more conservative and ladylike dress for herself. Daphne dropped me off at my apartment. Returning home I was too drunk to care if the neighbors or anyone else might see me. Giving me a chaste kiss, Daphne reminded me to show up at her apartment tomorrow at 4 pm with my gown and dress. The front door nameplate now said Cindy Lawson. The apartment was completely changed. Gone were my male clothes replaced by all of the day's feminine purchases. Pink was now the predominant room color and I had a mirrored make-up table loaded with all kinds of perfume and make-up. This was a lot of expense just to fool Daddy for a weekend of uninhibited sex with Daphne. I was flattered at all of the trouble and cost Daphne had taken to spend her birthday with me. The bed was now a four poster fitted out with satin sheets and comforter. I was so overwhelmed and tired that I just collapsed on top of the bed and feel asleep until noon the next day. Waking up I was shocked to find myself still fully dressed as a girl. Stripping off my clothes I put on a plastic hair cover and took a hot shower. As a mark of male rebellion I peed standing up in the shower; saving me the trouble of having to sit down on the toilet seat it also gave me a few moments to come to terms with the fact that I now had female sex characteristics. Feeling much refreshed I stepped out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror only to be reminded that I still looked like someone's wet dream. The make-up was still pristine and perfect. Shit, they must have used semi-permanent make-up. Yesterday was not a dream after all and I still had to be Cindy for Daphne's birthday celebrations. I arrived at Daphne's as planned and we helped each other to get ready. "Daphne, I don't think I can go through with this, especially wearing the nightclub dress," I protested as the clock quickly progressed to departure time. "Don't be silly, Cindy," said Daphne,, "I know we went a bit too far in picking out that dress, but it's too late to back out now. You look fabulous in it. Besides, if Daddy found out now he would kill you." With that sobering thought still echoing in my head the door- bell rang. Daphne opened the door only to gasp in surprise and exclaim, "Why Daddy and Adrian, what a wonderful surprise. What are you doing here?" Daddy responded, "I wanted to surprise you. We couldn't miss your coming of age celebration. After all, it only happens once in a lifetime." Adrian grabbed hold of Daphne and kissed her saying, "Many happy returns darling." Everyone then noticed another young man of Adrian's age standing in the doorway. "This is my best buddy George. We couldn't keep him away when he heard about your friend Cindy." Without missing a beat Daphne said, "Daddy, Adrian and George, this is my best friend, Cindy." We all exchanged hugs and I had my first experience of greeting men and feeling the novel experience of my breasts pushing against their chests as my cheeks felt the sandpaper of facial stubble. Now I was well and truly stuck. Instead of an evening alone with Daphne I had by default become a blind date for George. I had not expected my disguise to come under such close scrutiny and wondered if I would survive the evening. The men helped us into our wraps and escorted us to the restaurant. I felt very self-conscious acting the part of a beautiful woman being escorted to the dining table by a handsome man. George held out a seat for me. I sat down as graciously as possible in the skin tight gown and heels only to realize that I was now sandwiched between the two men. Daddy, it turned out, seemed to know a lot about me. "You must be a very intelligent young lady; I hear that you are soon to be a business graduate." "Yes," I smiled replying, "Summa Cum Laude." My pride getting the better of me. I was wondering how much and what else Daddy knew about Cindy. I would have to be careful not to volunteer information in case I put my foot in it. "Well, my business is always looking for talented young people. You could even start as an intern before graduating. Of course, we expect everyone to start at the bottom but a smart young lady like you would soon make rapid progress upwards in the company. Why don't you come for an interview this coming Monday? Let me see; is 10 am OK for you?" he said while entering the appointment in his smart phone. I could only smile and nod yes in reply. How ironic, the interview was just what I needed as a man, but I could not accept as Cindy. I would have to go to the interview but find a way to politely decline the offer. All of this time, George had been a busy boy. I had to constantly peel his hand off my leg and thigh as we sat at the dining table. George was pretty full of himself as he expounded on his athletic prowess and great career prospects. It was difficult to keep a smile on my face and maintain a pretense of interest in the drunken fool's boring dialogue. I suppose some women would have been thrilled to date him, but I was not just some woman. Thank god the dinner was finally coming to an end. Daphne and I finally had a chance to escape to the ladies room. "Sorry about this Cindy," said Daphne as we looked into the mirror re- touching our lipstick. "I couldn't tell Adrian and Daddy to get lost, tonight of all nights. Besides, I expect George is having a thrill keeping you fully entertained" she said with a mischievous laugh. "Entertained," I freaked out. "I can't take any more of his groping and conceit. You have to help me keep him at a distance." "Now you know what the other half have to deal with," giggled Daphne. "Just hold in there, Cindy, and we'll be spending the night together in bed." Things went a little bit better at the ballet. By this time, of course, my corset was killing me. I was forced to sit fully upright waving a fan in one hand while the other firmly held onto George's hand keeping it safely away from my leg. I hoped he was not getting any ideas about me. At least there was no need for conversation as we watched the ballet. Daphne and Adrian seemed to be getting on very well together demonstrating an undercurrent of affection between them that I had not expected; not at all the bore Daphne had previously described to me. During drinks at the intermission Daddy brought up yet another disastrous idea. "Daphne, don't you find living alone in your apartment a little bit lonely." "Now you come to mention it, yes I do," Daphne responded, "but you won't let me have any roommates." "You know that's not strictly true," he chided her. "I just won't let you share it with any men" Daddy chuckled. "It's large enough for two so why don't you ask Cindy to move in?" "Do you really mean it? That's a just super idea Daddy, thank you so much." Turning a mischievous smile towards me she continued, "I wanted her to move in but didn't know how you would take it." "That's settled then," said a beaming Daddy. "Adrian is going to be staying here on Earth for six months and I'll be much happier with you having Cindy as a room-mate." Once again I did not get a vote, but was expected to be happy at the outcome of their discussion. What could Daphne possibly be thinking? I could not keep up the pretense of being a woman for that long. I needed to change back to my old self come next week. The ballet over we went back to Daphne's to change into our club attire. Daphne worked on my makeup as I complained about having to move in with her. "What are you complaining about? This is our dream come true. We can finally be together 24/7. Isn't that what you want too?" "God yes," I agreed, "but as your boyfriend, not your girlfriend!" I retorted. "How much do you love me?" Being male I knew the only correct response, "More than anything, more than life itself." "Then prove it," Daphne replied, "Just be my girlfriend for the next six months. That way I get to keep Adrian at bay and live with my true love 24/7. It will be fun; we'll be able to go out shopping and partying together too." I had no desire to continue masquerading as a girl even if I had Daphne all to myself in her apartment. I needed to quickly quash the idea as impractical. "I could never pass full time as a woman," I argued. "It takes more than just wearing a dress. I just don't have the acting skills." Pouting, she said, "You've done fine as a girl so far. I'm beginning to think you don't want to live with me." "Of course I do, but it's impossible to continuously keep up the voice and mannerisms of a woman. I'm bound to slip up some time soon and get caught. What about unexpected visitors to the apartment finding me, not Cindy, at home." Starting with a frown on her face that turned into a smile, she responded, "Of course, you are right. That is a concern, but I think I may know of a solution." Oh no, instead of successfully putting an end to the nonsensical idea I had, to my horror, only made it much worse. "I know of a discrete health spa that works miracles. They will turn you into, I mean make you appear to be, my very beautiful girlfriend Cindy with no risk of exposure to Adrian, or any other man for that matter. And just think of the other benefits. We can expand our love making experiences. I've always wanted to try out the lesbian side of sex and now we can share that thrill together. Isn't that just wonderful?" Wonderful? Now, not only would I have to dress 24/7 as a women but I was expected to become her pseudo lesbian lover! This had gone way too far but I saw no easy way out. If I wanted to keep Daphne I had to go along with her scheme for a little while until she grew tired of it. I was now trapped by Daddy's generosity and Daphne's desire to experience lesbian sex with me! Putting on my night clubbing dress, I found it be a lot more revealing than I liked. Daphne said I looked fantastic and applied glitter make up down between my breasts and the small of my back. I was feeling very self-conscious and afraid to go out dressed so sexy looking and exposed. Daphne insisted I take one of her nerve pills to help me relax. After I had calmed down we rejoined the men waiting in the living room. George's eyes literally popped out of their sockets when he caught sight of me in the skimpy dress. Daddy, thinking I did not see him, winked at George and said, "I'm way too old for nightclubs. Why don't you youngsters go out and enjoy yourselves?" As we left, George placed the sequined wrap around my shoulders. I put my arm into his as he escorted me to the waiting limousine. The very short hemline of my dress made it impossible to enter the car without exposing my naked bottom and barely covered crotch. George stole an appreciative look at my involuntary display, before getting into the car as well. Taking similar, but just as ineffective, care on exiting the car I gave the waiting parking valet an eye-full too. Thinking that I could not hear, the valet whispered, "Lucky bastard, sir," to George. Blushing red with embarrassment, I was escorted together with Adrian and Daphne into the night club. After a few Martinis I loosened up a bit and managed to chat quite casually with both George and Adrian. I had to take great care to maintain female mannerisms and not slur my speech as I became more intoxicated. I was feeling very relaxed and high spirited, unaware that Daphne's pill was having a big effect upon me. The music began to vibrate and couples made their way onto the dance floor. Daphne easily persuaded me to join her on the floor and we soon took center stage dancing with abandon to the music. Feeling less and less inhibited, I deliberately worked my boobs to take on a life of their own, bouncing and swinging independently of each other. It felt weird but somehow sexy. After noticing the way my skirt flared to expose my naked butt, I became even more of a slut by purposefully turning and twisting to fully exhibit my assets. I loved the way the stage lights reflected off the flared sequined skirt to form patterns on the ceiling. I realize now that Daphne must have slipped me an extra special pill, not just a relaxant. But at that moment, on the dance floor, I found it titillating to be the center of attention entertaining so many hungry male eyes. I purposely sought out to see how many young men I could attract by the sight of my glistening semi-naked body as it gyrated to the music. Some dances later I was coming down off my high and beginning to realize just how much of a fool I had been. Why had I felt so sexy and behaved as such a hussy. Looking as I did, I came to the realization of just how dangerous it had been to flaunt myself in that manner. Fortunately we had Adrian and George to protect us from any unwanted male overtures, but then I wondered about later; who was going to protect me from George? Even if he doesn't think me a slut, he must think I'm a sure thing for tonight. Fortunately, Daphne and I would be saying goodnight to the men together. I was grateful for George's protection as he joined me on the dance floor. By now my dancing moves had calmed down; bumping our rear ends together to the beat of the music was, by then, my most risqu? move. When it came to a slow dance I felt him take my hand and place his other arm tightly around my waist. I felt my body being pulled towards him until my breasts pushed gently into his chest. It seemed natural to lay my head down against his shoulder. Moving my body slowly in synch with his I found it was easy to follow his lead. We were wrapped together so tightly that I could feel his engorged penis as it stood to attention pushing against my skimpy dress. Confused, I felt myself excited by George but also jealous to see Daphne doing the same with Adrian. George started taking advantage by cupping and squeezing my bare bottom with his hand under my skirt. After my earlier antics I had little credibility to tell him to stop and, truth told, I was enjoying the unusual feeling. Having got away with no reprimand, he began to kiss my neck and nibble on my ear. I giggled thinking, if he wasn't more careful, he would end up with a mouthful of diamond studded earing. By the second slow dance he was kissing me on the lips and pushing his tongue into my mouth. Telling myself that I was just playing a role, I forced myself to return his affection. At first I felt sick kissing a man, but after a while it didn't seem much different to kissing a woman. "Way to go girl," Daphne teased me after repairing to the ladies room. "I didn't enjoy it," I replied. "It makes me feel sick." "Really," she laughingly responded, "you certainly fooled me then. Its OK darling, I'm not jealous, but you've been flirting and giving him come-on signals all night long. He's probably so wound up by now that you'll need to go all the way before this evening's over." "What do you mean all of the way?" I replied. "Look, I'm not against you experiencing sex with George. It's a good opportunity to enjoy the full female experience. I won't be jealous so please don't be jealous of me and Adrian." "What do you mean, jealous of you and Adrian?" I asked. "Well, I'm going to have to be nice to my fianc? tonight or Daddy will get suspicious. I've invited Adrian to spend the night with me. You will have to sleep in the spare bedroom." "That's not fair. I was counting on us being together. Also, if Adrian's there, then George will want to hang around. He'll also expect to stay and have sex with me too, so how can I get rid of him?" "After your performance tonight, of course he will. If you don't want the pleasure then you'll just have to let him down nicely. Remember, we do have to keep our cover as being girlfriends. I'm sorry for breaking my promise about tonight but what else can I do? They weren't supposed to show up and spoil our weekend together." Horrified, I returned to our table and proceeded to get as drunk as possible. We were all pretty well blitzed by the time we got back to Daphne's but the effects of Daphne's pill had fully worn off. Adrian and Daphne quickly disappeared into her bedroom to the sound of giggles and clothes being rapidly removed. I was left alone to entertain George. Not missing an opportunity, he led me into the spare bedroom and we sat down on the bed. "I'm sorry George but we can't sleep together. I've had a wonderful time with you tonight but I have my period." He was obviously disappointed but still determined to sleep with me. I went into the bathroom and quickly change into one of Daphne's all too flimsy baby doll nightdresses. After placing a tampon in the fake vagina, I climbed into bed, and gave him a strong hint to leave me alone by turning my body away from him. Gratefully, I was soon fast asleep. I awoke early just before sunrise. I had been having this strange dream of being made love to by a man. It was a few moments before I realized it was not just a dream. George lay spooning my body with one of my breasts cupped in his hand, a thumb casually caressing the nipple through the flimsy nightdress. He was asleep, gently snoring. I could feel his very erect penis pressing between the cheeks of my buttock. What was I to do now? At a loss for good ideas, I just lay there finally managing to drift off again to an uneasy sleep. I awoke from yet another sexual dream to find my breasts being kissed and a hand caressing the inside of my thigh. "No, please don't," I pleaded as George rolled me onto my back and pinioned me with his body. "Don't be such a tease, Cindy. I know you want really want me." "But I have my period," I pleaded. "OK, turn over and we can do it doggy style," he responded. At a loss for excuses, I turned over and lay face down on the bed, a pillow at my hips raising my bottom into the air. He climbed over my buttocks pushing his erect penis between my cheeks. As I felt the head push against the opening of my sphincter he advised me to relax and let him enter. I gasped as he slowly pushed further into the opening. Covering my mouth with his hand he slid in all of the way making me scream out load. Fortunately he wore a lubricated condom or the pain would have been much worse as he plunged in and out, in and out of me until finally coming to orgasm. I lay their trembling, feeling violated and sore from the encounter. George, apparently satisfied said, "You did well for a virgin, my dear." He knew by how tight I had been that I had desperately fought the foreign intruder. "It's always tough the first time, but with practice you'll learn to relax and find it more pleasurable." As he showered I lay their crying from both the experience and his insensitive words. Turning to sobs and finally hysterical laughter I wondered what he would do if he ever found out that it was a man he'd actually fucked up the ass. George had dressed and departed long before Adrian and Daphne showed their faces for breakfast. I said nothing about my experience; was it rape or had I led him on? I felt violated but had, if somewhat reluctantly, voluntarily complied with his wishes. Daphne and Adrian enjoyed a friendly breakfast while I was sullen and introspective. After Adrian left I burst into tears and told Daphne all about my ordeal. Daphne said, "Sorry you had to experience such a terrible thing dear but it's not the end of the world. Many girls have had to satisfy their man that way. Here, let me give you a hug you poor thing. Now you know how dangerous it is to flirt with and tease a man." I was distressed that Daphne expressed little sympathy for me and referred to me as a girl; I was her boyfriend that had just been fucked by a man! We spent the rest of the weekend together, just the two of us. What I had anticipated to be a tumultuous weekend of frolicking sex turned out to be a humiliating experience for me. Not equipped with an accessible penis, I was taught how to satisfy Daphne's needs as a lesbian lover. She took great delight in directing me exactly where to stimulate her with my tongue and how to bring her to maximum arousal. At times I could not breathe as my nose penetrated deeply into her slit. If that proved insufficient I had to use a vibrating dildo to bring her to climax. She had a great time reaching many orgasms; all I felt was deep frustration and eventually resentment from having no arousal. Due to my encapsulated manhood I could feel absolutely nothing. To be fair, she did try to satisfy me with a strap on dildo. Thrusting into my fake vagina did nothing to excite but, since the strap on was double sided, Daphne enjoyed herself immensely. Seeing my frustration, she offered to stimulate my prostrate using the strap on but based on my painful experience with George I quickly declined the offer. Monday morning arrived and Daphne reminded me of my appointment for a job interview. I would have blown it off but she reminded me how important it was to keep up the pretense of being Cindy. I dressed in a tight fitting navy blue office suit. The tight pencil skirt went to below the knee while the jacket was left unbuttoned prominently displaying my well-endowed bust. Daphne helped me with the make-up. I put on some matching jewelry and a few squirts of perfume. After just a coffee and slice of toast for breakfast I was bundled into a cab and sent off to my appointment. Feeling foolish dressed like this, I still went ahead into the office building and checked in with the receptionist; a cute perfectly proportioned brunette with impeccably manicured long nails. She was smartly dressed in a tan colored business suit. I sat quietly sipping coffee until it became time for my interview. She gave me a genuine smile and an offer of good luck as I was promptly shown into the awaiting office. "George," I exclaimed, "I did not expect to see you here." Surprise and disappointment must have been written all over my face as I tried to recover my composure. "Yes, I know. Fortunately for me, Magnus could not make it and asked for me to stand in for him," George replied. Trying to act cool, I forced a smile onto my face saying, "It's a pleasant surprise to see you again." "Look, I can see by your face that you are not happy with me right now. The truth is you deserve an apology from me," said George. "I hope you can forgive me for Friday night. I fear that I took terrible advantage of you. My only excuse, if there is one, is that you are very beautiful and I had too much to drink. Once again I'm sorry, that didn't quite come out as I intended. What I meant to say is can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" He seemed sincere in his bumbling apology so I said, "Not at all. We both got a little bit carried away. I had a good time and there's nothing to forgive." George looked very relieved and gave me a big smile. "Thank you so much. It's very generous of you to forgive my bad behavior. " "Just forget it ever happened. Let's pretend we haven't met before and start from there." "Ok," he replied with a look of gratitude. "Let's get down to business then. I hear that once you graduate, you will be looking for a management position." "Yes, come the fall I will have a Summa Cum Laude degree in Business Management and am looking for a suitable starting position in management. I realize school does not teach you everything you need to know and that I have to start at the bottom to gain practical experience before becoming a full manager." George seemed to like what he heard. "That's wonderful," he said. "You've yet to graduate so for now all I can really offer is a starting position as a trainee executive assistant. I'm afraid that's just a glorified title for secretary. You'll be expected to do the more menial tasks such as making coffee, setting up business dinners and lunches, running errands, etc." "Being a secretary will be great for building experience in the interim but what sort of prospects can I expect once I graduate?" I asked. "If you do well, then as soon as you graduate you'll be promoted to trainee assistant manager. If your performance reviews go well, then after a few years we can even offer to pay off all of your student debt and give you a promotion. You'll find our salaries are very competitive, probably the best in town." Working as a secretary was not appealing to me, but the future prospects were good. Daddy had probably set up the position keep his daughter's best friend happy. As myself, I would love to have the job offer, but as Cindy, it tied me to being a woman all of the time. It seems life is just one big Catch 22. Ever since this weekend's ruse I seemed doomed to play the part of a female. Daphne intended me to stay this way for six months longer so, for now, I saw no harm in accepting the position. Anyway, the job would provide pocket money and it might be a blast fooling of all those male managers. "I'm so glad you'll be joining us," said George. "I know you'll be very happy here. To start you'll be in the secretarial pool but that won't last long. Before you know it you'll be a fully-fledged executive assistant. When can you start?" "Is Monday, two weeks from now OK?" I enquired. "That's excellent," he said. "Oh, I forgot to mention the dress code but seeing how tastefully you're dressed, I know it won't be a problem. The secretaries are required to wear full make-up, smart business dresses or suits, no pants, have manicured nails, sheer seamed nylons and 3," minimum heels. I'm afraid it sounds very 1950'ish but the policy has been found to work well." The message was clear; I had to look sexy in at all times. This would not be a problem as all of my clothes were of that nature. I'd just have to get some seamed stockings. My biggest concern was being able to pass as a woman with all of the other secretaries. "So I take it you don't hire many men as secretaries?" I teased him. He joked back, "No, but if we did, they would have to meet the dress code. We apply the rules fairly to both men and women." Sure I thought. I'm beginning to realize it's just that the rules are different for the women! Daphne was thrilled at my success and determined to immediately prepare me for the longer term excursion into womanhood. I was not given a chance for second thoughts, as Daphne escorted me to the health spa. It was a large, secluded facility hidden behind ivy clad brick walls and topped by razor wire. The gates were manned by security guards that seemed very slack since they did not check our bona fides. As instructed, I brought nothing but the female clothes I was wearing. After signing in for 'treatment' I protested as my purse containing female id, keys and phone were confiscated for the duration of my stay. Apparently the spa also functioned as a drug rehab facility, and the guards were not just decoration; they were there to stop patients from leaving without permission. To leave a patient needed the consent of both their sponsor and supervising doctor. At the time, I was unaware of the implications of signing-in. I learnt soon enough though, that I had become a patient with legal guardianship rights over me assigned to Daphne as my sponsor and a Dr. Janet Waverly, my medical supervisor. Before meeting with Daphne and Janet in the admissions room, I was led into a changing room and told to undress and don a pink hospital gown, the kind that ties in the back leaving your butt exposed. On entering Janet's office I sat down very carefully so as not to expose myself or show my discomfort at sitting on a cold metal chair. Janet and Daphne were already situated comfortably on leather lounge chairs, chatting away while sipping from glasses of wine. It was very embarrassing to be dressed and seated as I was, only to be further humiliated when refused a glass of wine; patients are not allowed to consume alcohol. At first I let Daphne do the talking, "Cindy here wants to live 24/7 with me as my girlfriend and roommate. As you can see, with the prostheses and a good make-over, he makes a very convincing woman, but she needs a longer term solution. We had a very successful trial run as Cindy this weekend, more so than I expected. Cindy even managed to successfully entertain a man; you know doggy style! Didn't you darling?" I was mortified. How could she embarrass me so in front of a total stranger? She made it sound as if it was my idea of wanting to look like a woman when all I wanted is to be her man. "It went so well," Daphne continued, "that we want to continue on a more permanent basis. Money is not a limitation. I'm happy to pay for any of the necessary changes, but he, I mean she, needs to be one hundred percent convincing in looks, speech, and mannerisms." "Well," Dr. Waverly responded, "we have a wide range of options available to you. It's just a matter of how realistic you want to be and how long and how far you want to go." I decided it was time to jump in and to set things on the right course. "I have absolutely no desire to actually become a woman. I just need to pass socially as one but remain free to make love to Daphne as a man." For emphasis I added, "Any changes must be reversible; absolutely nothing can be permanent." Smiling at me Dr. Waverly said, "May I call you Cindy. Good, you may call me Dr. Waverly. There's absolutely no need to feel embarrassed about your needs or to think that your manhood is threatened in any way. I am your Doctor so everything thing said here is completely confidential. Daphne and I are just here to help in selecting the best options for you. I am sure that we can satisfy your needs." Much relieved by the doctor's reassurances, the discussion seemed to be at an end. Dr. Waverly pressed a button on her desk and a male nurse entered the room. "Please take Cindy," Janet said waving a hand to indicate me, "and get her settled in comfortably." Thinking that everything had been settled to my satisfaction I stood, said my farewells to Daphne and like a lamb, followed him quietly out of the room. With Cindy conveniently out of the way, Daphne and Janet were free for a more open and in-depth discussion of Cindy's future. "Our services range from short term transitions using prostheses, such as you just used over the weekend, all the way up to more long term solutions with synthi-skin, hormones, SRU and even genital transplants. I assume you are looking for something more permanent. How long a time- period will Cindy need to appear a woman? Daphne replied, "I'm not sure. Probably six to twelve months, maybe longer. She must be totally believable as a woman. This weekend's escapade only highlights how crucial it is that she can strip down naked and convincingly couple with a man. It's a miracle she was not discovered. But more than that, to be happy she needs to fully be able to enjoy sex and have orgasms as a woman. Only this weekend, I tried to satisfy her with lesbian sex but the poor dear was miserable. The strap on, even the vibrating dildo, could not stimulate her tucked away male genitals." "Well, except for one proviso, there is one very reliable option that meets all of your requirements," replied Janet. "Complete transition using donated female genitals. That's the only way she can truly experience female orgasms. She'll even have periods and be able to deliver babies." "That would certainly be a big surprise for her," giggled Daphne. "We do guarantee full satisfaction and a money back guarantee," continued Janet, "but restoration of the male body shape becomes impossible after six months; the genitals depend on availability. You are lucky that a suitable female donor is available right now; she will of course receive Cindy's male genitals in exchange. I hope that's alright because Cindy did sound adamant about not losing her penis." "That's fine. Under the circumstances she'll understand our decision and, delivered with the fait accompli, will readily accept and adapt to her new sex. I have no desire for Cindy to become a man again; I like her best as a woman. What concerns me is how long all of this takes. We only have two weeks to get everything done. Is that even possible?" asked Daphne. "Not a problem," replied Janet. "After permanent depilation we can use synthi-skin to sculpt the body to that of a well-proportioned female. Synthi-skin will regrow hair the color of your choice on the head, eyebrows and pubic area. It readily bonds to real skin, and after six months to a year is absorbed by the body to become the real skin layer. Laser surgery will handle the gender change and that requires no healing time whatsoever. Other than that it's just some minor surgery to enhance the facial looks; smaller nose, wider eyes, plumper lips, higher voice, all of the usual stuff. Liposuction is used to reduce the waistline. Do you want to stick with the C size breasts and golden blond hair?" "Yes, that works well on her," Daphne replied. "What about the sub- conscious programming? Can that help Cindy through the transition until she realizes that the changes are permanent?" "We are here to help Cindy make the correct decision for her future." stated Janet. "We can place a strong compunction to follow your suggestions. That way, if she gets upset, you can gently coax her into the correct mental attitude again. The sub-conscious training will leave her with completely female mannerisms but not change her sexual orientation. It will condition her to dream of and accept heterosexual sex but, depending on the strength of her sexual identity, she may never enjoy it." "That's ok, she must continue to find women desirable and thi