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Femmetown By Simone Clark By day, I was an ordinary man with a job, wife and no children, important responsibilities and all the things being a modern man entails. However, when I had spare time for myself, I became my female alter-ego Simone and lived my as close to the feminine ideal as I could. I would revel in my dresses, heels, and hose as I went into public dressed as a woman and passed. I was also friends with several other cross dressers, trans people, and members in the BDSM community. I was lucky enough to travel as a part of my job, and I was able to go out as Simone in London, Paris, Moscow, and other European cities. I was also active in social media as Simone and had hundreds of contacts from all over the world. One of the things I prided myself on is that I was careful, I didn't go parading around as Simone in my hometown or its environs, I kept a separate e-mail account and cell phone for Simone and otherwise did everything I could to keep my two lives separated. This little arrangement worked for many years, until the day it all went wrong..... On one of the many occasions my wife was tied up with her aunt on one of her multi-day excursions, I got a call from one of my cross-dressing friends, Edith. Simone's phone rang, and I answered it in her voice. "Hello, this is Simone." "Simone darling, this is Edith. What do you have going for this weekend?" I smiled, Edith knew very well that we were going to get together and do a weekend in Chicago, "I thought we were going to Chicago?" I heard Edith chuckle over the phone, "Well, if you have a few days to string together, Jamie got a pass to a new place for the three of us. There, we get to live like women in a totally judgment free zone. It's an entire town located in the center of Iowa run by this billionaire. He loves girls like us and provides a place for us to really let our hair down. It's by invitation only, and Jamie was able to haggle our way in. What do you say?" I remember reading something about this place in People or some other magazine like that. As I recalled, the article was not too complimentary, but it intrigued me. If I had a chance to experience it for myself, why not?" "Ok, I'm in, how long are we going to be gone?" "Just over the weekend, Friday through Sunday." My wife was coming home late the next Thursday night, so I had more than enough time to enjoy myself. Edith said, "Jamie told me to pack a fancy dress for the Saturday night dance, you should do the same." I knew just the dress, I had a heavily beaded dress in black and silver. It ended just above the knees and felt absolutely wonderful on. I also had an incredible pair of strappy closed toe pumps that went with it. Just thinking about wearing that dress made me warm. Edith brought me out of my brief reverie, "Pack stuff for day wear as well. I don't know about you but I am not bringing a pair of pants, it's all skirts and dresses this weekend!" "Yeah, me too Edith. I can't wait to be Simone for the entire weekend!" "Ok, it's settled, Jamie and I will come and get you tomorrow morning at about six and we'll be off! The invitation suggests that you come as your femme identity so you can enjoy the weekend without interruption...what are you going to wear?" "I'll surprise you dear, but you know it will be feminine and fantastic!" "I have no doubt of that Simone. See you tomorrow hon!" "See you Edith." I hung up the phone and proceeded to my secret closet to select my outfits. The house was large enough for me to have my man cave and my wife to have her own she cave. She had no interest in my sporting equipment, guns, and other things I kept in there, so she didn't mind when I installed a lock on the door. I entered my room and removed the camouflage covering the closet that contained Simone's things. I opened the closet and breathed in the smell of Simone's perfume as well as the cedar scent emanating from the lining of the closet, and turned on the light. Inside the closet, arranged with a high degree of precision, was Simone's wardrobe. The closet was 10 feet long and four feet deep. On the left side of the closet were Simone's blouses, everything from luxurious satins to everyday cotton and many fabrics in-between. I selected a black turtleneck, green satin blouse, and chunky blue black and white sweater and placed them aside for packing. I then moved down the closet and entered the skirt section. I loved leather skirts and had about twenty in different lengths and colors. I picked a black knee length leather pencil skirt off the rack along with a similarly cut green leather skirt and threw it on the packing pile. I picked out a black and white casual color-block dress and a brown hounds tooth jumper and laid them on the pile. I then came to my lovely evening dress which I encased in a plastic garment bag, and put it aside. I then walked to the end of the closet which contained my shoe collection. On the floor were several pairs of knee high boots. I picked a mid-heel black leather boot with an inside zipper as well as another pair in brown with a three inch wedge heel. I found my evening shoes and placed them to one side and picked a pair of 4-inch black patent pumps as a backup. I then went to my lingerie drawers and selected the garments I would need to underpin my feminine look. I selected a garter belt, and three pairs of black stockings. Two of the pairs of the stockings were plain, and one had a back seam of glitter running up the back. I took out two pairs of pantyhose, one black and one suntan and then selected my underwear. Most of that were just plain panties, but I also selected a long line bra and open bottom girdle with garters to go under my evening dress. A couple of extra bras landed on the pile. I set out my outfit for the next day which consisted of a brown leather pencil skirt, suntan pantyhose and the pair of brown 3- inch wedge-heel boots, on the top was a tan turtleneck and s argyle sweater vest. I carefully packed my medium size suitcase and placed my makeup bag, jewelry sack, and hygiene kit inside and zipped it closed. I carried the suitcase up to the front door and set it aside for the trip. I then had a light dinner and a glass of wine and went to bed at 9:00pm, after all, it was going to be a five hour car ride to the town tomorrow. The alarm went off at 4:00am, and I shuffled to the bathroom to begin my transformation. I showered and washed my trim body with scented body wash and trimmed my eyebrows a bit to give them a more feminine shape. I went into my bedroom and glued on my silicone hip and butt enhancers and donned my panties and pantyhose. The tight nylon kept the pads in place and helped conceal my small penis which was further obscured by the control top pantyhose and panties. I stepped into my leather skirt and tucked in my turtleneck. Once situated, I zipped up my skirt and put on the argyle-patterned sweater vest. I rolled the neck part of my shirt down and applied my makeup. Mid weight foundation and blush went on first, then I worked on my eyes. I lined my eyes with dark brown liner and brushed on a mix of copper and deep brown shadow on my upper lids for a nice day look. I put my favorite brown lipstick on and looked at my feminized face in the mirror. This was one of my favorite moments in my transformation, the moment that I go from man to woman. Once my bob length wig goes on, I cross the line between male and female, and become Simone in mind, voice, and body. I fitted the wig and made sure it was secured to my head with a couple of bobby pins. I combed it out and paid extra attention to my bangs to get them right. With my hair on, I turned to my nails. I had a pre-painted set ready to be put on in a deep red. This color went well with both my black and brown outfits. I took meticulous care buffing my nails and gluing on the artificial ones. The artificial nails were about one eighth of an inch longer than my natural nails, long enough to give my hands a feminine finishing touch, but not too long to get in the way of dressing. I waited ten minutes for the glue to totally bond and then moved to the bed to put on my boots. The brown wedge heel boots I would be wearing were one of my favorite pairs, They had a three inch wedge heel that was so easy to walk in and was comfortable enough to be worn all day. I grabbed the zippers with my newly nailed fingers and closed the boots over my legs. I absolutely loved the sound of the zippers closing over my nyloned legs, it made me feel so womanly! I walked out of my bedroom as Simone and made a quick breakfast of coffee and toast. I packed a couple of KIND bars in my purse just in case and reveled in the clopping sound my wedge heels made as I walked across the kitchen floor. I saw Edith's headlights on my driveway, so I set the alarm and headed out to Edith's car with my suitcase. Edith popped the rear cargo door for me and I tossed my bag in and closed it. I got in the rear passenger door and made myself comfortable. "Edith glanced in the rear-view mirror, "My my! Don't you look fetching Simone!" I smiled, "Thanks Edith, you look great as well!" Edith was dressed in a black and red sweater dress and black knee high boots. The sheen of her hose was evident in the harsh glare of the interior lights. She looked fierce and ready to prowl. Jamie was in the front passenger seat and looked toward me, "Hey girl, long time no see! What you been up to sister?" Jamie was a firecracker. She was lots of fun to be around and was one of the first people to welcome me into the Transgender community. She was always up to go out and do things with Edith and I, so we were usually thick as thieves. She was planning on getting full SRS, but money and a few other things were slowing her progress. Because of my obligations, I didn't see her much, but upon seeing her today it was apparent that she was making progress on her journey. I could see that she had a degree of FFS, some of that harsh male angles were softened quite a bit and her eyebrow was missing that telltale male bump, which did lots for feminizing her facial features. "Jamie, your face looks great! Did you get to go to that FFS doctor you were talking about?" Jamie beamed, "Yep, he took me on as a pro-bono case in exchange for advertising. I'm in his brochure as a success story!" "Wow, that's a great piece of luck for you." Jamie smiled again, "I agree, I wasn't sure I was ever going to earn he money for the face I wanted, and this opportunity just landed in my lap. I was so lucky. Now, if my bottom surgery goes as well, I'll be fully transformed by this time next year." "Good for you hon! I'm so happy for you!" Jamie turned back around and the miles flew by as we made our way to our destination. We stopped twice to use the ladies room and gas up, and by noon we entered Femmetown, Iowa. It was a picturesque little burgh, it reminded me of a college town taken straight out of New England. Cape Cod, Ranch, and Saltbox style houses lined the streets. There was a supermarket, strip mall, movie theater, and a few bars and restaurants on the main drag. I saw several couples walking down the streets and just knew that all of the women were men just like us. The women we passed looked happy and quite content being on the arm of a man. Edith broke my reverie, "We're here at reception, pile out ladies." We walked up to a pink and white building with a neon sign that said "Reception". We entered the building and saw a beautiful woman sitting behind a desk filing her nails. As we approached, she looked up and smiled a big smile as she looked us over. "Hi ladies, I'm Winnie! And you are? Edith was first to speak, "Hello, I'm Edith Parker. My friends and I have an invitation this weekend." Edith pulled out a large yellow envelope and handed it over to Winnie. Winnie took the invitation out and looked it over carefully. The smile returned and she said "Jack Clark, Richard Parker and Martin Jones, I presume?" I felt like I got gut punched. I had no idea they would know our true names. I began to worry about this place. Winnie looked at me, "Are you Jack Clark? I croaked out "Yes." She smiled that wide smile once again, "Don't worry honey, that's the first and last time you'll hear your male name uttered in Femmetown. We just need to know who is here in case of an emergency. I'm going to issue an ID card that will let you into your rooms and will serve as your cash cards. Each of you has $500 in spending money as a guest. Your spending money will cover your food and drinks along with any essentials you may need during your stay." Winnie handed us plastic cards with our femme names on them. I put mine in my purse, and my friends did the same. Winnie motioned to the back door of the building, "Your rooms are back through that door way. I placed you on different floors so you could mingle with some of the other guests, I hope that's ok." Jamie was quick to pipe up, "That's no problem Winnie. I'm sure we'll manage." Winnie smiled, "I'm sure you will ladies. Well, see you around town and enjoy your stay." Winnie then turned her back to us as a new group of girls came through the front door. I headed to the door with my friends in tow, anticipation building within me. Once we got through the door, I could hear the soft clopping of my wedge heels on the pavement and began to fully relax into my feminine persona. We entered the hotel, which looked like any Hampton Inn or Holiday Inn Express a traveler would run across, and walked to the reception desk. An attractive man labored behind the desk, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard in front of him. I positioned myself in front of him and cleared my throat quietly to attract his attention. He looked up and smiled, "Good afternoon ladies, I'm Jeff, welcome to the hotel." "Good afternoon, I believe that you have reservations for us?" Jeff nodded, "Of course, please give me your cards and I will program them for you." We each handed Jeff our cards and he ran them through a machine that made a happy pinging sound. He handed us our cards back and gave us each a brochure. "The brochures contain the activities that you can participate in during your stay. As you can see, they're all oriented toward making you the best woman you can be, please take advantage of as many as you can, during the Saturday Dance the most improved woman receives a prize!" Edna cooed, "Oh, I would love to be the winner of that, let's not waste time girls, the seminars start after dinner." Jamie nodded, "First let's get to our rooms and unpack. What do you say we meet back down here in the lounge at 4:30?" Edith nodded and I said, "Ok, see you then." I walked over to the elevator with Edith. Apparently she was on the second floor and I was on the fourth floor. Somehow Jamie scored a room on the first floor, I mused that she was pretty lucky, after all walking home in heels late at night was going to be tough on the feet...worse if the elevator didn't work. Edith got off at her floor and I waited for the elevator to take me to my floor. A soft ping sounded and the doors opened up to reveal a well- lit hallway with potted plants along the walls and pictures hung at exact distances from each other. I found the small washing room and vending and ice machines and slid my card into the lock of my assigned room. The latch opened and I found myself in a very nicely appointed room with a king size bed and spacious closet. I walked into the bathroom and found a Jacuzzi tub and separate shower and double sinks. The bathroom had to be at least twice the size of my master bath at home. I exited the bathroom and hung up my clothes and put away my shoes and underwear. I placed my makeup bag back in the bathroom and placed my empty suitcase on a small valet at the foot of the bed. I found a welcome letter in a leather-bound folder located on a table. It was burgundy and had "Femmetown Guest Services". The folder had even more things to do than the brochure Jeff provided us. There was everything from one on one femme coaching to fantasy play areas where you could be anything from a princess to a damsel in distress. There was also beauty services and hypnosis sessions that guaranteed to make you accept your female identity for the weekend. The ad guaranteed that you would snap out of your programming on Sunday afternoon just before you went home. I was a little skeptical, but nonetheless intrigued. The last piece of paper explained the Saturday Night Dance and what it entailed. As I read the document I became even more intrigued. The document said that there were going to be men at the dance who enjoyed the company of people like us and it was strongly encouraged that we "Showed them a good time", whatever that meant. The dress was strictly formal for ladies, cocktail and full length gowns along with high heels and hosiery were required to enter the dance hall. Also, everybody visiting Femmetown during the weekend was required to attend, no exceptions. I thought that last part was a bit unnecessary, after all, most of us wanted to attend such an event, but I supposed that there were a few stragglers who just didn't like to go along with the program. I glanced at my watch and was amazed four hours had passed. I realized that if I didn't leave now, I would be late, I grabbed my purse and caught the elevator down to the ground floor where m two friends were waiting in the lounge. I sat down and ordered a brandy Manhattan straight up with a cherry from the attentive cocktail waiter and settled into the comfy leather armchair facing my friends. When the drinks arrive I took my and raised it, "Well girls, we're here, let's do everything we can to enjoy it!" We clinkled glasses and each took a sip of our drinks. Jamie put her glass down and started the conversation. "Well, what do you ladies think about the activities? I would love to go to the female movement class and the dancing class, and possibly the voice class how about you Simone?" I took a sip of my drink, "I think I'm going to the makeup class for sure. Also, I would like to try the hypnosis services they offer. I'm curious to see how deeply they can suppress my male self over this weekend. I really want the total feminine experience, complete with the emotional states a real woman would go through." Edith nodded, "I'm with you Simone, I want to try the hypnosis as well." Jamie nodded, "No hypnosis for me thanks, I'm going to the voice class while you two go to the makeup class. Also, while you're doing that I think I will go on a "date" with one of the gentleman in the brochure offering escort services. I suppose if you want the total female experience Simone, you should spend some time with a man.....perhaps you'll get lucky!" She tittered at her little joke, nearly spilling her drink. For some reason, Jamie's comment angered me a bit. I considered myself heterosexual. I had only had sex with women up to this point, and her suggestion that I would somehow be having sex with a man this weekend pissed me off a little. "What's that supposed to mean Jamie? Do you think I'm gay or something?" Jamie's face turned from happy to remorseful, "I'm sorry Simone, I didn't mean to offend you at all. It's just that you look so incredible as a woman, I sometimes forget that we all don't like men." I cooled a bit. After all she was becoming a woman, of course she was attracted to men. I knew Edith didn't miss out on a chance for male company either, despite the manly front he put up in his public life. "That's ok Jamie, I'm sorry for being so sensitive. Friends?" Jamie smiled, "Water under the bridge sister." We hugged and resumed planning our individual weekends. After about an hour discussing what we were going to do, we decided to head to dinner at one of the local restaurants. We decided on steak and walked down the main drag to a restaurant called the Roundup. It had a Western atmosphere with lariats, cow horns and pictures depicting common western scenes adorning the walls. We ordered dinner and had a couple of more drinks while we enjoyed our meal. We finished after an hour and gave our cards to the waiter to pay. Dinner only cost us $20.00, which was quite reasonable considering the quality of the meal. As we left the restaurant, we discussed what we were going to do next. We decided to hit a few bars in town. We went out drinking until about nine, when the day began to catch up with me. I pushed my empty glass at the bartender and closed my tab. I yawned, "I think I'm going to turn in, after all the makeup class is at seven tomorrow morning, and then my hypnosis session is at eleven am, so this girl is going to bed." Edith agreed, "Since I'm going to makeup with Simone I think I should turn in too. What about you Jamie?" Jamie smiled, I think I'll go for a night cap at one of the bars, after all, my voice class isn't until ten, so I'm going to sleep in." I nodded, "Well enjoy yourself Jamie. Let's plan on meeting in the lounge tomorrow at five for a drink, and then go to the dance." Jamie said, "Great idea Simone, I'll see you all tomorrow at five." She turned from us and walked down the street to the cluster of bars. Edith and I walked back to the hotel making idle chit chat. As we entered the elevator to take us up to our rooms I realized that I had not slipped out of my feminine persona all day. I suddenly felt so good about my experience so far, I nearly cried with joy. I totally enjoyed being a woman, and looked forward to tomorrow, where I would learn more skills to help me live as a woman when I chose. When Edith started to exit to her floor, I touched her arm, "Thank you so much for including me in this trip, it means the world to me." Edith smiled, "I couldn't think of anybody else that deserved it more honey. Let's make a pact to immerse ourselves totally in the weekend. No talk of anything outside of Femmetown, agreed?" I nodded, "Agreed." "Ok, hon. I'll see you tomorrow at six in the restaurant for breakfast." "See you then." The door closed and I walked to my room. I undressed, took off my makeup and donned a nightgown. In moments, I was asleep. Meanwhile......... Jamie sat in the bar called, Manticore and sipped at her martini. She was worried. Had she done the right thing? She had lured her two friends to this place to be ripped away from their normal lives and total feminization, much more than they had bargained for. They would no longer be men in any sense, they would be the feminized property of Hobart James the third, the founder of Femmetown, never to be recognized again by anybody in the outside world except as the women they will become. As she mused, the bartender, a burly man approached her and placed a rotary dial phone in front of her. She stared at it as if it was a venomous snake. "He wants to speak to you Jamie. Now." Jamie picked up the phone and the deep voice of the man himself emanated from the speaker. "Ah, Jamie, so nice to hear from you again. I see you have fulfilled your side of the bargain." "Yes sir, did you have the chance to look them over in Reception?" "Of course I did. Your friend Edith is quite lovely, she'll make a fine addition to the staff. But your other friend Simone is something else entirely. She is exquisite, I look forward to meeting her at the dance on Saturday. I expect you to be gone right after you introduce me to her. Your contract with me is complete. Once I dismiss you, I will have you driven to O'Hare, where your Royal Thai Airlines flight will be waiting. Your appointment is set for a week from today. Also you will receive a cash payment for any incidentals you may need. After that, I suggest you forget about me and Femmetown. Is that clear?" "Yes sir." "Excellent, now go back to the hotel and get some rest, I might need you to manipulate them further, so I need you fresh." Just as she was about to answer, the phone clicked in her ear. She drained her drink and walked out of the bar toward the hotel alone with her thoughts. She was approached at Be All last summer by a man claiming to represent Mr. James. His offer was simple, she would get the surgery she needed and a new identity along with $100,000 cash if she found four other transgender women for Mr. James. What he did with those women was none of her concern. Her desire for total feminization overrode any qualms she had about capturing four other transgender women. She knew deep down that was never going to earn enough money for top flight surgeons to do her work, and would have to settle for some lesser specialist, which might botch the procedure. She took the deal, and procured two women right away from Be All and sent them to Femmetown. They were never heard from again, but when Jamie saw Winnie, she knew that she was one of the people she had acquired for Mr. James. He was so pleased with her selections, he authorized her FFS with the best doctor in the business. She touched her face as she walked, trying to convince herself it was worth it. A tear dropped from her eye as she entered the hotel and prayed for her two friends who were about to begin a journey they would never return from. When morning broke over Femmetown, Edith and I were eating a light breakfast in the hotel restaurant. We sat in companionable silence as we sipped their coffee and looked forward to the day's activities. I looked up looked up from my coffee cup and consulted my dainty wristwatch, "Edith, it's almost seven, we'd better start heading over to the makeup studio." Edith gulped down the last of her coffee, "Quite right girlfriend, let's go!" I was dressed in my green leather skirt and black pantyhose, with my black turtleneck and matching knee high boots. Edith was in a red jumper with a black turtleneck underneath and kitten heel pumps with suntan hose. I thought she looked perfect and probably didn't need makeup lessons, but I certainly did. I could put on my face well enough when I indulged Simone, but I wanted to be able to do it perfectly and in about half the time it took me currently. Edith shivered slightly from the cool temperature. "I'm just a bit chilly, how about you?" "Me, no. I like this weather, just right for a turtleneck and boots!" We entered the building that held the makeup class and we found a few other women waiting for the class to begin. We all made small talk until a tall and striking woman entered the class. She wore a black and white colorblock dress, black hose, and a pair of 4 inch wedge heels. She made her way to the front of the class and looked us all over. "Ladies, I'm Violet, head of makeup services here at Femmetown. Please take a seat at one of the lighted mirrors and make yourself comfortable. I sat next to Edith and Violet wandered the room and looked at each of us critically. When she approached me a slight smile spread across her lips and she said, "Well, you don't get much practice with makeup do you Simone?" I felt myself blush under the layer of foundation, "Unfortunately not much, Violet. I have come to improve my skills." Violet smiled and looked me over, "We'll help you improve Simone. By the way, I love your outfit. Girls that wear leather usually are the best students!" She whirled and walked back up to the podium and began her class. There was much to learn. We put on and took off makeup for four hours, learning the difference between day and evening makeup, how to emphasize or de-emphasize areas of the face, and dozens of other tricks to make us all look more feminine. At the end of the class, we were instructed to put on a day face that matched our outfits within ten minutes. I worked quickly and using the tricks I had learned, I put on my best day makeup I had ever done. We were then led up to the front of the class for the Violet and the rest of the students to critique our looks. When it was my turn, Violet critically examined my face. I was getting a bit uncomfortable with her appraisal, when she took me by the arm and led me over to a full-length mirror. "Ladies, look at Simone. She has mastered her technique in a few short hours." Violet then pointed out all the things I had done correctly to feminize my face, while the others looked on. Violet presented me with a large makeup kit filled with cosmetics. "Simone, you are the star of the class! Everybody else, well done! You have all improved a great deal, give yourselves a hand!" All of the ladies politely clapped for a moment and then gathered their things for their next seminar. Violet approached Edith and I, "Good work today Simone, I doubt anybody would ever read you on the street." "Thanks Violet, it means a lot when a woman like yourself gives me a compliment like that." Violet beamed, "So nice of you to think that I'm a woman.....I guess I pass too!" I was flabbergasted, "No way Violet, you must be a woman." Violet gave me a sincere smile, "No, I'm not. I've been living as Violet for the past five years thanks to the generosity of Mr. James. I'm on staff here, and I would never think of leaving. So where are you ladies off to next?"" Edith piped up, "The hypnosis parlor, we are participating in the feminization immersion program." "Well be sure to tell them Violet says to give you the X-29 treatment on the house, they will know what you are talking about." "Ok Violet, we'll do that." "Farewell ladies!" Violet spun on one of her heels and walked out of the room. Edith and I then walked over to the Hypnosis parlor for our treatment. We entered a small waiting room with what appeared to be a one-way glass partition in one of the walls. I looked in through the glass and saw several women strapped to X shaped tables with large helmets fitted over their entire heads. Some of the women twitched occasionally which creeped me out for some reason. As I looked at the bound women I heard the door open and Edith say "Hi, Edith and Simone here for our treatment. The attendant was another tall woman who was stunningly beautiful. She reminded me a lot of Violet, and I was almost tempted to ask if she was related somehow, but the woman got down to business before I could ask. "Ah, I see that you are here for the immersion treatment. I'm sure you will enjoy it. Most people forget that they are male for the entire weekend. We guarantee that by Sunday afternoon, you will revert to your male personality, with all of the memories you gain over the weekend intact. Now, come with me and I will get you situated." The attendant led us to an empty room with two X tables situated in the center of the room. She directed me to the left table, "Go ahead and sit on the table with your legs and arms spread on the X. You will have to be bound so you don't fall off the table while undergoing your treatment, so I hope you don't have a problem with that." I said, "No, no problem here. By the way, Violet said to tell you to give us the X 29 treatment." The woman smiled, "She did, did she?" I nodded, "She said that we would both really enjoy it." "X-29 it is ladies. Violet is right, you will enjoy it!" The attendant turned to Edith, "Take the table to the right and I will start the process. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt and you will fall into a heightened sense of relaxation. Before you know it, you will wake refreshed and ready to face the remainder of the day." As Edith lay on her table, the attendant turner her attention back to me. I was already positioned on the table with my legs and arms spread over the X formation of the table. The attendant strapped my wrists to the table using heavy duty leather cuffs and fastened them snugly. The warm leather was comfortable over my wrists and I began to relax slightly. I watched as the attendant wrapped the cuffs over the ankles of my boot clad lower legs. She admired my boots for a moment, and ran her finger down the heel in pleasure. "I absolutely love your boots dear, I am quite an admirer of knee high styles. Yours are quite lovely!" "Thanks, I really like this pair, it's one of the first ones I bought as Simone." The attendant left my side and fastened Edith to her table and then moved two of the helmet devices to our respective heads. The attendant opened the helmet like device and the full faced visor closed over my head. I heard the attendant say, "Just relax Simone, you're in for a treat." As the attendant sat at her console, the phone rang softly. She picked it up, "Hypno here, June speaking." The voice of Hobart James the third emanated from the speaker, "June, give the one named Simone the XX-29O treatment." June smiled and answered her boss, "Yes sir, consider it done." June typed additional commands into the computer, and hit the enter key. I heard the attendant say "Begin X-29 sequence." The helmet bathes my eyes in a warm gold light and I felt two cups close over my ears. A low whine started with some low frequency vibrations emanating from the headphones. I began to relax and enjoy the light show playing out in front of my eyes. Meanwhile, Edith was being prepared and the attendant left the studio and walked over to the control panel. She typed a few commands into the computer and a group of characters appeared on the screen that said "X- 29, extreme attraction to males and advanced cock sucking technique initiated" The computer counted down from 10 to 0 and the attendant smiled as both Edith and Simone twitched on the X shaped tables. I felt like I was floating in warm water as images and words drifted across the screen. I heard whispers in my headphones and saw images of what appeared to be women in various forms of dress dancing with men, kissing men, and otherwise looking like they were enjoying themselves. The whispering intensified and I distinctly head the words "desire, submit, woman, female, love, obey, suck, give, surrender, enjoy, love, surrender" repeating in my head. I felt myself relax further and saw the images of the women again, now with fewer clothes on being intimate with the men. It was now apparent that the women all had penises. I saw one woman in a garter belt, stockings, high heels, and a bra drop to her knees and begin to suck on her man's engorged cock. I began to hear the woman moan and her own member swelled as she worked on her man. I felt my own penis begin to swell as I watched the show, but it all seemed so far away as I immersed myself in the erotic images being played out before my eyes. The words that I had heard in my headphones began to trail across the screen and I felt myself mouthing the words as they appeared and marched across the screen. The show suddenly stopped and the visor was lifted away, and I saw the smiling face of the attendant standing over me. Her smile was broad and welcoming, "All set Simone, your treatment is finished!" As the attendant unfastened the straps, I saw another worker freeing my friend Edith from her bonds. Edith got to her feet and rubbed her temples, shook her head and groaned a bit. I walked over to her and gently grabbed her shoulders, "Are you all right hon?" The attendant appeared at my shoulder, "You'll both be fine after a moment, the X-29 treatment is a bit intense." As if on cue, Edith stood straight up and her eyes cleared, I felt the cobwebs drifting away as well. Edith smoothed her wig, "Wow, I feel fantastic!" She did a girlish turn on her heels to emphasize her statement. I had to admit, I was also feeling much better, just like the attendant said I would feel. I nodded at the attendant, "You're right, I do feel better." She smiled cryptically, "Just wait until tonight, you'll be on top of the world!" I smiled at her and Edith and I headed out of the salon to explore town a bit. As we walked through town, I couldn't help but feel ultra feminine. I reveled in the soft clopping of my heels on the pavement, and the new sway to my walk I suddenly adapted after my visit to the hypno salon. I could see Edith was feeling the same way. She looked like a happy woman out on the town with a friend. When she spoke, her voice was decidedly more feminine in tone and cadence, and I found myself adapting the same feminine speech pattern and tone. I was so comfortable and enjoyed myself as a woman as we walked through town on our exploratory trip. The loop brought us back to the hotel just in time to meet up with Jamie. We saw Jamie sitting in the lounge dressed in a scoop neck sweater, suede skirt, and black microfiber boots with block heels. She legs were covered in opaque black tights, and she looked like just another stylish woman having a drink on a cool winter day. She noticed us and waved us over "Hey girls! How was your day?" Edith and I plopped down on the sofa opposite from her and I sighed, "Wonderful! I won a contest and got this great makeup set, and we both had fun at the hypno salon, didn't we Edith?" Edith nodded and smiled, "Yes, the hypnotism was pretty intense, but I'm feeling much better now. How about you Jamie?" Jamie smiled and recited the canned story she had rehearsed. Instead of going to any of the things she said she was going to, she had been in conference with Mr. James all day, planning out how Simone and Edith would be contacted, isolated and captured. It was a pretty precise plan indeed, one that would not arouse suspicion in either of the two unfortunate souls whose lives were about to be irrevocably changed. Jamie watched as her two friends nodded and accepted her story without question. I raised my hand and ordered another round of drinks, "Let's have a drink before we go upstairs to change, I feel so good, I don't want this weekend to end." We raised out glasses, clinked them together and enjoyed a companionable conversation as we finished our drinks. My mind kept drifting to the dance that night and my growing desire to be treated as a woman by the men who would be there. Instead of fighting the growing feelings, I was welcoming them and looked forward to being in a man's arms as I danced the night away in my lovely feminine form. I was awakened from my reverie by Edith, "Look at the time! We'd better get cracking if we want to get to the dance on time! We adjourned to our respective rooms and I headed to the shower to clean up. I bathed my body and removed the day makeup under the warm stream of water. Once cleaned up I moisturized my entire body and threw on a robe while the lovely cream absorbed into my skin. I set out my makeup and walked over to the closet to get the dress I was to wear for the evening. I laid out the heavily beaded dress on the bed and laid the shimmer seam stockings and long line bra next to it. I pulled out my garter belt and open bottom girdle and laid them out as well. A control panty was added to the pile to suppress my male bulge. I removed the robe and began to dress. I glued on my C-Cup breasts with medical adhesive, and put on my bra. I then laid out my silicone hips and attached them with the adhesive. The adhesive was very sticky and stuck the silicone parts to my skin so that they felt like they were a part of me. I put on my panties, and then wrapped the girdle around my hips, zipping the front up securely which helped form the silicone pads into lovey feminine hips. I sat on the bed and rolled the glittery stockings on my legs, taking care to ensure the seam ran straight up the back. I padded over to the makeup table and began to do my face for the evening. After I applied my primer and foundation, I worked on my eyes. I liked them heavily with a black kohl pencil and combined grey, silver and black eyeshadow for a smoky look. I applied blush to my cheeks and lined my lips with a dark red pencil and matching lipstick. They looked so red and inviting, my penis stirred in arousal. I took my wig off of the Styrofoam head and snugged it down on my wig cap. The auburn bob complimented my coloring and co-operated with me as I styled it. I reached for my earrings and clipped them to my earlobes. They were larger chandeliers, and swung seductively as I moved my head back and forth. I gazed at my feminine reflection in the mirror for a moment and was captivated. I felt so incredible, here I was, a man dressed like a total feminine and lovely woman preparing for a special date. I heard the word "surrender" and watched my lips form the word in the mirror. I was monetarily shocked, but that feeling gave way to one of total pleasure. I smiled languidly in the mirror and stood to put my dress on. I reached for the dress on the bed and gently unzipped the back, dropping it to the floor gently. The dress had cap sleeves and ended just at mid-thigh with a boat style neck. I thought it revealed just the right amount of skin without giving too much away. I stepped into the dress and shrugged it over my shoulders, where it hung loosely on my body. I reached back, grasped the zipper and closed it over my body. The dress tightened over my feminine frame and I felt the divine heaviness of the beading as I walked around. I almost cried with joy, but suppressed the emotion and plopped down on the bed to put on my shoes. The evening shoes I selected were black patent leather with pointed toes, they were a d'orsay style with a thick belt at the ankle that looked like it grew out of the heel. Sturdy silver buckles acted as the fastener. The heels were thicker, sculpted and 4 inches high. I put the shoes on my feet and buckled them securely. I stood and gave them a test walk. They were comfortable and easy to walk in, especially for a practiced crossdresser like me. I grabbed the beaded cape that went with the dress and packed a small evening clutch with my room key, a little cash, mints, and two condoms that had been left in the bathroom. I didn't really know why I packed them, but I felt better knowing that I had them. I left my room and found Edith and Jamie in the bar waiting for me. Edith was in a simple blue Chengosam, with sheer black seamed stocking and pumps, and Jamie was in a strapless purple leather dress, black hose and black patent knee high boots. Both of my friends gaped as I approached. Edith was the first to speak, "WOW, you look absolutely fantastic Simone!" I cast my eyes down to the floor and suppressed a smile, "Thanks, I feel so incredible." Jamie smiled at me, "You are a knockout Simone. You're going to have to beat the boys off with a stick tonight." I smiled widely, "You know, for some reason I don't mind that now. I'm actually looking forward to it." Jamie smiled strange little smile, "Well, the dance awaits! Let's be off!" We walked the two short blocks to the dance hall and saw a line of people waiting to get inside. As we moved closer, we say that it was at least one hundred men all dressed up for a night on the town. As we got closer we noticed the ladies being directed to a side entrance. We checked our coats, and found a table on a raised dais and sat down. The dancefloor was sunk in the middle of the room and every table was arranged so that everyone had access to the dancefloor without bumping into each other. Waiters prowled among the tables taking during orders to the sitting ladies. A waiter stopped by our table and offered Champagne. We each took a flute and sipped at it while the remaining ladies took their seats at the tables. I looked up and noticed that there was a second floor with one large table at the far end of the dancehall. It gave a commanding view of the room. I assumed it was for VIP's and other distinguished guests. As I looked around the room, I made a rough count of the people in the room. As far as the eye could see, at least two hundred, were people just like me in dresses, high heels, full evening makeup and acting like the women they wanted to be. Just then, the lights dropped and a statuesque woman stepped into a spotlight. She was in a blue and green sequined gown and matching stiletto heels. She was carrying a microphone and brought the device to her lips as the buzz of an amplifier charged the air. She smiled a million-watt smile and spoke, "Ladies, welcome to Femmetown! I am your hostess for the evening Silvia Trench! Before we let the herd of gentlemen admirers in, I would like to suggest that while in the dance hall, you act as the ladies you are. The men out there have come from all around the country to spend time with you, show them a good time! Now, let's let them and have a ball! The spotlight went out and the lights came back up. The doors on the far side of the dancehall opened and a steady stream of men began to enter. They were of all types, but I noticed that most of them were quite handsome, which was not my experience with the average "tranny chaser". The men fanned out all over the room and began chatting the girls up. Pretty soon the familiar cocktail party rumble of voices echoed through the dance hall and the alcohol began to flow. I could hear feminine laughter coming from some of the tables and began to realize that this was a special place where people could free themselves from their ordinary lives and have a complete fantasy weekend. In the back of my mind, the words from the hypnosis program were whispering to my sub- conscious and forcing me to relax and take on the most feminine persona I could muster. I found myself totally immersed in my female persona, and I began to look over the men milling about the hall and began to hunger for their attention. Some movement on the upper floor caught my attention, it appeared that some service people were beginning to set the table with place settings. Charis were being brought out and then trays with cold hors d'overs were being laid out. I was tapped on the shoulder, "Miss, would you like to dance?" The man was tall, about six foot five, thin build and a friendly face sporting a thin wisp of a moustache. He held out his hand and I took it, and we walked to the dance floor. He appeared to be an accomplished dancer, and soon he had me swinging about the floor like a pro. I was having a wonderful time, he told me his name was Joe and he lived in Davenport, and worked for a seed company. We chatted and danced through two songs, and he led me back to the table where Jamie sat with another admirer laughing at a story he was telling. She looked up as we approached the table, "Who's your friend Simone?" "This is Joe from Davenport. And who is your friend?" The man stood up from his chair and extended his hand, "I'm Hobart James the third, founder of Femmetown, at your service." He was an incredible specimen of maleness. He was six four, about 215 pounds, and looked like he knew his way around a gym, without being over-muscled. His eyes were clear, deep blue, and piercing. He appraised me with those eyes, and I felt very strange for a moment, like he was peering into my soul. He broke his gaze and I relaxed a bit. Edith arrived at the table with another man on her arm and we all sat down for drinks and conversation. We were having a wonderful time, drinking and just being our true selves, when Hobart extended his hand to me, "Simone would you like to dance with me?" Before I could answer, he fixed Joe with a steely gaze, "That is, if you don't mind Joe." Joe looked a bit conflicted, but he understood it wasn't a request, "Of course not Hobart, feel free." He grasped my hand and led me out onto the floor. While Joe was a talented dancer, Hobart was an accomplished one. He swung me through the crowd like there was nobody around us. He spoke little, but fixed me with those piercing eyes, and I heard the words from the hypnosis parlor, surrender.....love....obey.....suck.....repeating in my head over and over. I almost lost my footing and Hobart expertly maneuvered my so it looked like a planned event. He led me back to the table and took Edith out on to the floor and she returned about five minutes later with the same dazed look on her face. Joe and Edith's date drifted off back into the crowd looking for other ladies to dance with, and Hobart sat down between Edith and I. "Say ladies, what do you say we all head upstairs to my private table, we'll have a commanding view of the party and you'll really get to see that this is becoming a very popular place to visit." It was like I was a robot. We followed Hobart like obedient puppies up to the private table. He sat us down and I realized Hobart was right, we did have a commanding view of the entire dance hall. There were at least 400 people on the main floor, evenly split between men and ladies. I remarked, "How do they get such a uniform number?" Hobart heard my comment and answered "It's based on the number of ladies coming in each week. We generally know how many ladies are going to be here, so on Thursday, we invite the men via text message, it usually works out pretty evenly. The men pay for a subscription, and get allotted certain Saturdays every year. The subscriptions pay for the drinks and snacks for the dancehall, and helps with providing you lovely ladies with your spending allowances. All in all, a pretty fantastic arrangement, everyone is happy with it and it's been a complete success since we initiate this little venture." I nodded, "well, I guess it's no wonder why you've been so successful. You certainly know how to identify potential income opportunities." Hobart smiled, "So, do you know a thing or two about business Simone?" I smiled, "Well, I have my own small business and one of the reasons I have survived this long is that I am pretty good at identifying then exploiting income streams." Hobart nodded, "Not only are you beautiful, you are exceedingly intelligent. I think that is quite the winning combo Simone." I blushed and began to feel even more comfortable in my feminine role. I just felt so wonderful around this enigmatic man, the lines between male and female in my mind were beginning to blur." Just as I was drifting a waiter brought a bottle of Champagne to the table and popped the cork. He poured two glasses for us, and freshened Hobart's drink with the bottle of Scotch he brought along. We sipped our drinks and made small talk for a few minutes and just enjoyed being women. I began to feel a bit light headed, and I looked over at Edith who looked like she was drunk. As I swiveled my head back toward Hobart, he smiled and said "Oh, the things you are going to become my dear." Hobart motioned with his hand, and two burly security guards appeared out of nowhere. Hobart said, "Gentlemen, take these ladies to my car at the service entrance." Two security guards escorted us out of the service entrance to Hobart's limo. They placed us in the back seat and shut the door. Outside of the service entrance Jamie waited for Hobart to appear. Hobart emerged from the door with a small satchel. He handed the satchel to Jamie, "Our contract is fulfilled good lady. Your tickets, cash, and other relevant documentation is here. I don't think I need to remind you that if you ever talk about what has happened, you will be killed in a most unpleasant way, is that clear? Jamie was chilled to the bone with the last statement, but she knew deep in her heart that Hobart would do just that if he was pushed. Jamie nodded, "I understand. Thank you for helping me." Hobart smiled, "I should say the same to you. Now, your car is waiting in the front. By tomorrow, you'll be in Thailand, and you won't have to think any more of this unpleasantness, Don't worry, your friends are quite safe, they are just going to undergo some changes. I think you actually helped them and yourself, after all, they secretly want to be women anyway. Now, off you go." Hobart turned away from Jamie and entered the limo containing her two former friends. As the limo drove away, Jamie walked to the front of the building where a white Limo waited. She knocked on the window of the driver, and it whispered down. The driver looked at the woman who stood at his window, "Are you Jamie?" The woman nodded, "Yes, are you here for me?" "Of course ma'am. We must be swift, You only have eight hours to get to O'Hare." Jamie entered the limo and shut the door, she felt the car accelerate and in moments, they were on I-80 headed towards Chicago. Meanwhile....... I felt so weak and unable to function. I realized that the drink was drugged, but had no idea why Hobart would do such a thing. Edith was in the same boat, her head lolled and she tried to regain focus, but was unable to. Edith's head slumped over, and I could hear a gentle snore emanate from her as we drove along. Hobart removed a small, flashlight device from his pocket and donned a purple lensed set of glasses. "Wha...what are you doing Hobart?" Hobart smiled, "Well my dear, I am so taken by you I have decided to make you mine. Jamie lured both you and Edith here as part of a contract I had with her. That contract is now fulfilled, and you will never see or hear from her again. You see Simone, Once I saw you, I knew I had to have you as my lover and confidant. You are exquisitely beautiful for a man who masquerades as a woman, and I'm going to make that permanent. Once I am finished with altering you, there will be no way for you to return to life as a male of this species, in fact, by the end of the treatments, you won't want to go back." I stammered, "You c....c.....can't do this.......I.......have....a......family." Hobart chuckled, "Yes, I'm sure you do, but they'll get over your loss." Hobart pointed the flashlight in my direction, "Now just relax and look into the light, you'll feel much better in a few moments." He switched on the light and pointed it at my face. I could not resist the different flashes of light and color that were coming from the device. I felt an erotic heat build up inside me and, every time I looked at Hobart, the heat intensified. I fantasized about performing fellatio on him, and giving him by body to use as he saw fit. The heat grew and grew, and I heard myself say, "make me yours Hobart, please" several times. Just as I thought I couldn't take anymore, the car stopped, and two large men removed Edith from the interior and dragged her into the side door of a large mansion. Hobart grasped my hand and said "Your time has come Simone, come with me and become my woman." The drugs appeared to be wearing off and I was able to regain my footing, but not my will, as I obediently followed Hobart deeper into the house. I was on fire, I wanted to be this man's lover so badly I could barely control myself. Thoughts of submitting to him now ran constantly through my head as the echoes of my high heels caromed off the high walls of the corridor. He led me into a bedroom and got behind me. I felt him grab the zipper of my dress and slide it down my back. The beaded dress dropped to the floor like a shimmering pool. I stepped away from it and took Hobart by the arm and led him to the center of the room. I grabbed at his belt buckle and removed his pants, leaving only his silk boxer shorts between me and his massive, hard cock. I dropped to my knees and dropped his shorts, his cock pointed directly at me, inviting me to take it in my mouth. Something in me snapped, and with a girlish squeal of delight, I enveloped his manhood with my warm and waiting mouth. Hobart moaned in pleasure and I began to press his cock deeper into my mouth while sucking. I soon had a rhythm going as I threw my entire being into pleasing this man. I felt my masculinity shatter, as a more feminine persona settled into my conscious mind......I was a woman named Simone, the man, what was his name, was gone forever, replaced by Hobart's feminized lover and confidant. Just as I was thinking these thoughts, Hobart climaxed, shooting a hot gout of semen into my mouth. I swallowed it greedily and sucked his cock clean as he softened in my mouth. Hobart pulled himself away from me and said "Get up on the bed Simone, on your hands and knees." I obeyed and felt him approach me from behind, He removed my panties and gave me a gentle slap on my ass, "I can't wait for you to have real womanly hips instead of these pads, I want you to be the feminine ideal." All I could do is moan out, "Yes Hobart, make me the woman of your dreams." I felt him touch my anus with a cold substance. He stuck two fingers inside me to properly lube me up. I moaned a bucked at his ministrations and waited for the ultimate act that would cement my feminine persona in place. After a few moments of massaging my opening, I felt his manhood push into me, and I relaxed as much as I could to welcome him. I felt him penetrate me deeper and deeper, relishing the pleasure this act was giving me. I allowed a small feminine moan escape my lips as he began to withdraw. He pushed in once again and I moaned, Yes, oh, yes darling." This was his cue to speed up his thrusting. He pumped away at me furiously as I totally surrendered to him. I squealed and moaned in pleasure as each pump pushed me towards my new permanent feminine persona. It was as if the male part of me was totally locked away, never to return and the woman within emerged and took over my mind and body. With a final thrust, Hobart came a second time, filling me with his seed and further establishing his dominance over me. He pulled out with a gentle popping noise, and I collapsed on the bed, fully drained and satisfied. I heard him moving about the room and heard the door shut as he entered the bathroom. I heard water running as I lay languidly on the bed, waiting for my lover to return. In a few moments, Hobart emerged from the bathroom in a robe, pajamas, and slippers. He offered a robe, and I wrapped it around my feminized form. He reached for my shoes and handed them to me, "Put these back on and come with me, there is one last thing that you must do." I slipped on my shoes and buckled them to my ankles and walked out of the bedroom with him. We held hands as he led me to an elevator. He produced a key and stuck it in the slot. And the elevator opened. We entered the car and he hit a button marked B-3. The elevator hummed and we traveled down the shaft into the unknown. The door opened into a well-lit room with two hypnosis tables. There was a woman behind the control console typing commands into the computer. I saw Edith strapped to one of the tables with a full helmet enclosing her head. The only reason I knew it was her was from her blue chengosam and high heels. She shook several times as if electricity was shooting through her body. I touched my lover, "Hobart, what are they doing to her?" He smiled, "She's being conditioned to be a permanent staff member of Femmetown. Once her mind is programmed, I will alter her body so she will no longer be recognized as a male. Don't worry, she'll welcome the changes and have a fulfilling career here. All of my other key personnel in Femmetown had to go through this process in order to work for me, so this is par for the course." I looked at Hobart, "So what's going to happen to me? Am I going to end up like Edith?" Hobart gripped me by the shoulders and embraced me, "Not at all darling. You are going to be my lover and confidant, together we will grow my empire. But I need you to go through one last mind-altering treatment. It will fully establish your female self and demonstrate your loyalty to me. Will you do this Simone? Yes or no, I need to know right now." I didn't even hesitate, "Oh yes, Hobart, make me totally yours. I don't want to be a man anymore, I want to be your woman, body and soul." Hobart smiled and snapped his fingers. Two female attendants appeared and led me over to the second table. They removed my robe and placed me on the table in my bra, stockings, and garter belt and heels. One of the attendants closed the helmet over my head, while the other strapped me to the table with the leather restraints. I felt a prick in my hand as an IV was attached filling me with super fast acting female hormones and mind altering drugs to help the hypnosis process. Just as I was about to go under, I felt Hobart touch me on the hand and say, "In three weeks we'll be together again love. You're going to be a totally different person, enjoy the process....." That was the last thing I heard before I dropped off into the abyss...... Six months later....Tokyo, Japan Hobart stood up from the table and shook the hand of Mr. Toshi Nakmura, one of largest landowners in Japan. The deal would lead to another Femmetown being built on the Island of Hokkaido to serve the large amount of Asian customers that had found out about the American version and were clamoring for subscriptions. We had already staffed up some of the positions, and they were being asked to procure others for us for transformation. I stood off to the side of my boss and lover, Dressed in a smart skirt suit, black stockings and black leather knee high boots with three inch heels. Hobart knew that Mr. Nakamura loved transgender ladies like me, so I was brought in to ensure this deal went through. I caught him looking me up and down several times, and I moved just slightly to give him the best look he could get. I could tell I was getting him hot, and that's just what Hobart wanted. I was just one step away from being fully female, my face, breasts, hips and my outward appearance was one of total feminization, Hobart employed the best surgeons in the world to shape me into the irresistible creature I was today. However, he left my penis intact, it served to remind me of what I once was, not to mention it pleased Hobart to no end to have a special lady like me around. My penis shifted slightly in the silk panties and slid against the fabric of my Wolford pantyhose, giving me a slight tingle of pleasure, causing me to blush. With a bow, Hobart finished the deal and got up to leave. I grabbed his coat and helped him on with it and handed him his briefcase, and we left the office to the waiting limo that would whisk us off to the airport and home to Iowa. I snuggled against Hobart in the back of the limo, and he petted my nylon clad legs. Hobart whispered into my ear, "I can't wait to get back to the plane Simone, I need to make love to you so badly." I snuggled in closer, "I can wait to have your cock in my mouth Hobart, can't this car go any faster?" Hobart pressed an intercom button, "Michales.....best speed to the airport!" The car shot into the afternoon as the two lovers became one in the back of the limo. The end?