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Not What I Wanted
By
Stefanie Flowers
CHAPTER 3 - TRANSFORMATION
Paying the piper
Just a few hours had passed since the lawyer had left. I had failed the
worthiness test for being a man. Now, according to the legal contract, I
was required to wear a chastity device and dress as a woman for as long
as Katy desired me to do so. Ever since returning home last night from
the BDSM club's "She-male Fairy' event Katy had kept me on the display
stand dressed in my fairy outfit. It was getting to be late morning but
still I rotated on the despicable device.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably just a few more
hours, another knock was heard at the front door. This time it was two
men dressed in medics uniforms.
"Here she is," said Katy pointing at me. "Just lift her off of the
spindle and she's ready to go."
The men stripped me of the harness and fairy costume. A hospital gown was
thrown over my head as I was picked up and frog marched out into a
waiting private ambulance. In the ambulance my gag was removed so I could
now at least speak. At last, things might be improving just a little.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To receive your prize," said one of the medics. "We are on our way to Dr
Williams practice on Holly Boulevard."
What was my prize? Oh yes, I vaguely remembered, some kind of
transformation.
"That's ok, I don't want the prize. Please take me home."
Released from chastity and out of the sissy clothing I was regaining my
confidence. Now was my chance to escape!
"Oh, we can't do that. More than our jobs worth. We were told that you
might be reluctant but to bring you in anyway," replied one of the
medics.
This might be my only opportunity to escape so I struggled to open the
ambulance door and jump out. All I succeeded in doing was being
manhandled to be dressed in a straight jacket and full face gag.
Now I had no choice but to go along with the program. After arriving at a
very plush looking medical facility I was released from my restraints to
be greeted by a very efficient, no non-sense nurse wielding a thick wad
of papers. There I stood naked trying to cover my genitals with my hands.
Thank god my chastity belt had previously been removed. It would have
been even more embarrassing to be seen locked into a chastity device.
"Oh yes, Stefanie, glad you've arrived here on time. I see you've been
booked for a complete transformation. Well, first things first; sign in
here using your full male name and then down here enter your new female
name," she announced.
It looked more like a legal contract than a sign in sheet but the nurse
was acting impatient so, after briefly struggling to understand the
indecipherable legalese, I skipped to last page and signed with my male
and female names. That seemed to placate her as she verified the
signatures.
"There, that seems to be in order. Congratulations Stefanie, on winning
such a valuable transformation. Follow me and we'll soon have you on your
way to being a passable woman," she explained as if that was what I
really wanted.
First I was told to lay down on a massage bench. The first treatment was
truly relaxing as a female masseuse relentlessly rubbed perfumed oils
into my skin while massaging my body. I didn't know it at the time but,
as well as being very relaxing, I was being administered a permanent
depilatory. Only my head of hair escaped the treatment. My body felt as
if it was ready to melt as I showered in preparation for the next step of
treatment. I was offered a glass of wine and after few sips found myself
thinking that this could actually be quite enjoyable. The drink had been
laced with a heavy dose of relaxant and I was soon in a fully mellow and
compliant frame of mind.
After being helped into another treatment room I happily lay back on what
I thought was a couch. Actually it was a doctor's bench fitted with
restraints and stirrups. I was in a haze and unaware of my surroundings
as my legs were strapped into place and spread wide exposing my groin. By
then the rest of my body was also anchored to the bench and I could not
even raise my head. A doctor walked into the room and asked me how I
felt. Floating on a cloud, I think I managed to murmur "Never better,
Doc.," Restrained as I was I could not see what was going on but I was
vaguely aware of him examining my genitals, gently rolling each testicle
in his latex covered fingers. This made me feel uncomfortable.
"I know this can be a little unsettling at first but don't be concerned.
Your prize, while good, would only have lasted a day or two. Fortunately,
your sponsor Katy is willing to pay additional for a much better and
realistic transformation. I see that you have signed the consent forms
so we can proceed with your transformation into a beautiful woman. The
procedure will take about a week and you'll be able to leave Friday.
Since we only use advanced laser techniques, you will feel no pain or
require any healing time. Synthi-skin will be used to enhance and build
feminine attributes; breasts, hips, thighs, etc. I'll also sculpt you a
beautiful face and raise you voice into a pleasing feminine range. Do you
have any questions or concerns before I get started?"
He had certainly got my attention. I managed to surface through a drug
induced haze to yell out in panic "You're not going to remove my
testicles are you? I don't want to be castrated."
"Don't worry, I won't be performing an orchiectomy," he reassuringly
replied.
"Nothing must be permanent! I only need to look convincing for my
girlfriend Katy for a few days," I explained.
The Doctor replied "And so you shall. You'll be very convincing, since
for all practical purposes you will be a very beautiful young woman.
Although only a one way transition has been paid for, nothing I do is
irreversible, so lay back and enjoy the experience."
"No stop! I don't have the money to reverse this," I protested.
"Maybe so," he calmly replied. "But you won the prize and I have already
been paid for my services. You are very lucky to have such a generous
sponsor. Later, at the appropriate time, I'm sure you can persuade her to
finance the reversal operations. Look, I have a tight schedule so you
just need to settle down and let me start the work. I don't want you
getting upset, so I'm going to put you under anesthesia now."
While slipping from consciousness my protests faded into nothing.
"What was all that nonsense about surgery and synthi-skin?," said nurse
Naomi to the Doctor as she administered the prescribed dose of nanites to
the patient.
"Oh, just a ruse to settle her down," said Dr Williams. "If she thinks
the changes are superficial she'll be able to adjust slowly to her new
body without too much of a mental shock. The truth about the completeness
of her transformation will slowly reveal itself in due course. It's much
kinder to her that way."
A new me
Some days later I awoke fully transformed. Except for a very slender,
form fitting chastity belt I was naked. There were no signs of surgery.
From what I could tell without a mirror, I looked like a natural,
attractive, healthy woman. My body just felt weird. Surely, I reassured
myself, given the short time it had taken and the absence of any bruising
or stitches to my body, the transformation could only be superficial.
Testing these thoughts I explored my new breasts. First I cupped and
squeezed them. They certainly felt real. I then felt a thrill as I rubbed
and pinched the nipples. This was weird! Somehow the massaging caused a
tingling response in my groin. It was definitely a pleasurable sensation.
Then I reached down for my crotch only to come across a female chastity
belt. Its job was probably to hide my tucked male genitals now disguised
as a vagina. I guessed that my testicles had been sewn up into my body
cavity with a synthi-skin fake vagina to encase my penis. What a superb
job of camouflage; I now sported very convincing looking female
genitalia. Feeling all around the belt I tried to determine how to remove
it. Except for a locked flap over my vagina, it was a continuous piece of
metal that had no release mechanism.
"Hi Stefanie," said the beautician as she entered the room. "I bet you'd
like a gown to cover yourself."
I answered yes only to be surprised at my feminine voice.
"Here, put this cape on and before dressing we'll take care of your
beauty treatments." The cape was a semi-translucent blue plastic and had
a slit all the way down my back. I felt naked even with it on.
I was taken to what looked like a typical beauty parlor. After being
given a glass of wine to help relax me I was told to lie back putting my
head into the neck rest. Soon my whole face had been covered in a layer
of paste. The mud dried as I felt someone work on my toes and fingers,
pushing back the cuticles and buffing my nails. Next the facial peel was
removed and I was moved over to a shampoo chair. With neck leaned
backwards over the sink my hair was washed and conditioned. Then a hair
stylist worked on weaving in extensions, and then styling my hair. It was
strange but my hair had already turned blond. Had it been dyed already
while I was unconscious?
I must have drifted off to sleep for I was woken by a gentle shaking of
my shoulders. "Wake-up Stefanie, wake-up," called the beautician.
Groggily I raised my eyes to see a reflection of the new me; a woman with
long softly curled blond locks flowing down around her shoulders. Holding
up a hand to my face I saw that my fingers now sported long red talons
that extended a half inch beyond their natural length. I must have been
drugged, for I could now feel the sting of a recently pierced tongue,
septum, belly button and ears.
"Relax Stefanie, you look absolutely gorgeous. Since you are not
experienced in applying make-up we are going to use some semi-permanent
cosmetics. Then all you will need to do is occasionally touch over the
base outlines. Also, we did not want you freaking out, so we did the
girly piercings while you were asleep.," I could see ear rings, a sparkly
pendant in my belly button but worst of all I could feel a large stud in
my tongue and wondered if I would be able to talk normally.
Having already had such drastic changes made to me, what difference was
the addition of make-up? Best to get this farce over and done with, I
thought. I lay back and tried to relax as the semi-permanent cosmetics
were applied to my face. Fake eyelashes were sealed on one lash at a time
and the completed eyelash shaped in a curler. My eyebrows were tweezed
into thin arched lines. Then foundation, setting powder, blush, eye
shadow, mascara, eyeliner, lip liner and lipstick were all applied in
succession turning my face into that of a beautiful but somewhat slutty
looking woman. My lips wore a bright red lipstick and were full and
pouty. Must have been injected with collagen to look so sexy. Finally I
was outfitted with some rings, bracelets and a necklace.
"OK, follow me. It's time to get you dressed," said the beautician. I
eagerly followed her into another room impatient to finally get some
clothing. The room was stacked with women's clothes but, to my chagrin, I
had no choice of what to wear. I was to dress for a night of clubbing. My
outfit was already chosen and laid out for me to wear; a satin platform
bra and matching thong panty, pleated satin mini-skirt and 4 inch
stiletto heels. In short, a hookers outfit. Embarrassingly, no sooner had
I dressed than a silver sequined purse was thrust into my hand and I was
pushed out of the front door into a waiting taxi cab. The cabbie handed
me a note from Katy. I was to meet her at the Pink Flamingo. The cab
delivered me to my destination, the bar at which I now waited in hope of
being rescued by Katy.
Meanwhile, back at the bar
As I feared, it did not take long before a man sat down next to me at the
bar to offer a drink. I did not want to be drawn into conversation with
him but I also desperately needed another drink. Despite my reluctance,
the craving for another drink won out. I forced myself to reward him with
a welcoming smile and accepted his offer. He gave his name as Andy and
indicated he was here waiting for some friends to arrive. I gave warning
that I too was expecting the arrival of friends, but we could pass the
time making conversation while we waited for our parties to arrive. He
took this as a positive sign and moved his bar stool closer to mine.
Placing a hand on my leg he squeezed it while saying nice to meet you
Stefanie. I guess that was how he shook hands with a woman! Never having
been in this position before, I did not know how to respond to such
forward behavior. Should I slap him or just remove his hand? Frozen in
fear I did neither.
He was a smooth talker, funny and entertaining. If I were a woman this
might actually be enjoyable. Apparently I was the most beautiful woman
that he had ever met and my eyes had stolen his soul. I downed two more
martinis at his expense and was well on the way to being trashed. Taking
advantage of the situation he now began to stroke his wandering hand up
and down the inside of my thigh. Surprisingly I found myself unable or
not wanting to stop his tactile exploration, even finding myself
spreading my legs a little in the hope that he would take it as an
invitation to reach up into my crotch. There was this irresistible
yearning in my vagina that craved his touch. I felt it become moist. How
could this be? It was only a fake vagina, wasn't it? Despite my body's
betrayal to his advances, I was reassured by the security of my chastity
belt; probably the first time I had ever welcomed its presence!
"There you are Stefanie," Katy exclaimed. "Sorry we are late getting
here. I see you've already met Andy. Glad to see you already getting to
know each other well."
Andy quickly withdrew his hand and pretended to ignore Katy's words of
innuendo. Everything was clear to me now. No need to explain. My pick-up
was actually a blind date arranged for me by Katy. I had been set up.
There was to be no girl's only night out. Instead I had to play Katy's
girlfriend on a double date with some of her male friends.
"How fortunate that you have already got to know each other," Katy
repeated. She was accompanied by Bob, a work associate of Andy's. Soon
after the introductions I grabbed Katy's arm and marched her off to
powder our noses.
"Katy, what are you doing? I can't date a man. I thought it would be just
us together tonight."
"Don't be silly Stefanie. You were doing just great by yourself before we
arrived. Why waste such an expensive transformation if it were just to be
with me? I want you to get the full female experience. We'll just have a
few drinks here, go on to the disco for some dancing and then retire to
my place for a nightcap."
I was in shock and frightened, "Katy, I can't do this," I pleaded.
"Sure you can. I bet you'll enjoy it too but if you want, you are free to
go home right now.," said Katy. "Of course, I would be very angry and
keep you as a woman for much longer than I had originally planned."
I was stuck and she knew it. According to the contract I was effectively
her slave and had to do and be whatever she wanted until she grew tired
of the games and released me. Only with a change of heart would she set
me free.
"Look, play your role willingly for a month or two and I'll think about
setting you free," she said.
"Alright," I whined "but does that include paying for my transformation
back into a man."
"Stefanie, you are in no position to make demands. Try to loosen up and
enjoy the experience. Here, take these. They will help you to relax and
play your part."
I meekly followed her instructions and swallowed the pills with a few
sips of wine.
At least for tonight I was consoled by the thought that there was a limit
as to how far I would have to go as a woman; after all, I was wearing a
chastity belt. Katy gave me a mischievous smile and peck on the cheek as
we left the ladies room.
Becoming a woman
Rejoining the men at the bar we had a few more drinks and then went on to
the disco. Having had some recent practice, I should have been better at
entering and exiting the car but due to my state of inebriation I still
managed to put on a pleasing visual display. Fortunately, our male
escorts possessively walked us into the disco with arms around our waists
and hands resting on our butts. Did I say fortunately? Well I could
hardly walk. It was unnerving being embraced in the arms of a man,
especially as I had to play the part of an attractive woman loving every
minute of his attention and not so subtle caresses. No sooner had we sat
down at our table than Katy pulled out some more tablets for me to
swallow. I did not want them but was afraid of upsetting Katy again. They
proved to be stimulants that rapidly sobered me up and give me a restless
energy.
Not many minutes later we were twirling and making our moves on the dance
floor. I copied the other girls as best I could and felt proud of how
well I, a novice, handled heels. I managed to lose myself in the dancing,
blending in with the throng of gorgeous sexily clad bodies. My short
pleated skirt frequently spun up to display my satin covered crotch and
bare butt cheeks. By this time the pills had taken full effect and
modesty was definitely the last thing on my mind. As it got late, the
music eventually transitioned into slow dance tunes. I embraced Andy
around his neck as he enfolded me in his arms. After feeling my breasts
squash against his body it seemed natural to rest my head on his chest. I
quickly adjusted to being led around by him, letting a man take control
of my movements. His hands grabbed and massaged my bare butt cheeks as he
whispered sweet nothings and promises into my ear. I could feel his
erect pole pushing against my skirt as we swayed together to the music.
Worse, I could feel my vagina get moist and lubricated. Before long he
started to kiss my neck and nibble at my ears. Finally our lips locked
onto each other and we took turns in ardently penetrating and then
vacuuming each other's mouths. This was so wrong but it felt so right! I
had never been so alive and had no willpower to resist his advances or my
body's new cravings. It was all so overwhelming. Why was I reacting this
was way when, as a man, I should be repulsed by his advances? Maybe it
was Katy's pills that were doing this to me.
The dancing and making out eventually came to an end. Tired but happy
after an enjoyable evening we made our way back to Katy's apartment. Katy
quietly gave me a different looking pill saying it would help me to
sleep. Despite my previous experiences with Katy's pills that evening I
willingly swallowed it for I was looking forward to the oblivion of
unconsciousness. I was rudely disappointed when Katy invited the men
inside for a nightcap. After drinks, Andy led me away to the spare
bedroom while Katy took Bob into her bedroom suite. I felt paralyzed and
unable to resist as I lay there on the bed while he brazenly stripped me
of my clothes, baring my breasts and pushing my legs apart. Unable to
move I realized that the pill must have been a date rape drug. I was
somehow both afraid and uncaring at the same time of what was happening
to me. Though, silently in my head, I could still chuckle as he removed
my thong only to encounter the chastity belt. You are out of luck sucker
I thought just before blacking out.
I awoke at dawn the next morning with Andy spooning my backside. He was
still asleep but had a hard on poking between my butt cheeks. I lay there
trying to stop my body's awakening feeling of sexual arousal. Moving a
hand to my crotch I was shocked to find a pussy dripping wet and released
from its chastity. From behind me, an awakening Andy pulled me towards
him. Using both hands to cup and massage my breasts as he pulled my body
tight against his. He then entered me from behind pushing a massively
erect cock home into my well lubricated pussy. Oh, the heavenly feel as
it stretched my vagina and strove to fill it's depths.
Betrayed by my body's response to the intrusion, I thrust my pelvis
backwards to see if I could force even more of his rod in to me. I found
myself eagerly anticipating the excitement to come. Why was I behaving as
a woman in heat, and why did it feel so good? Andy's rod slipped in and
out of my vagina causing my whole body to quiver and erupt into ever
strengthening tides of euphoria. His hands massaging my breasts and
pinching my nipples sent shock wave after shock wave to my vagina. We
both climaxed together and lay panting locked in tandem until much later
I could feel his penis slowly shrinking away from within me.
I lay back recovering from this mind blowing experience. How could I, a
man, have participated in, let alone enjoyed, such a thing. Too late now,
for the barn door had been well and truly opened. Good job I'm not a real
woman and can't get pregnant, can I? Pushing such scary thoughts away I
showered and dried myself. In the meantime Andy had dressed and was ready
to leave.
"I'm afraid its time to lock you up again, sweetie," he said. "I promised
to give Katy the key back before I leave."
Before, dressed as a woman, I had been happy for the protection of the
chastity belt but now I was loath to be sealed closed again. I lay back
on the bed with my legs spread giving him easy access to the belt. Maybe
Andy would not be able to resist the sight that I offered to him. He
laughed at my open invitation declaring that I was a wanton hussy that
needed locking up. He then deftly closed the belts vaginal flap and
locked it into place.
I wondered what he thought about me wearing a chastity device. I hadn't
even questioned how he had the key or why I accepted that he should lock
me up again, but that's what happened.
After showering I found some attractive daytime clothes in which to
dress. A satin pushup bra and panties, garter belt, stockings, pencil
skirt and silk blouse felt like heavenly respectability after last nights
scandalous outfit. Somehow it was titillating having Andy watch me as I
dressed. I did my best to make it look sensuous for him. Why was I not
only behaving like a woman but loving every minute of it?
After watching me dress, he pulled out his wallet and left two hundred
dollar bills on the side board. How dare he!
"I'm not a whore, take your stinking money and get out of hear," I yelled
at him.
Surprised by my outburst he apologized, picked up the money and
sheepishly left the room.
"Well, look at you," said Katy. "You hussy, I can see that you've enjoyed
yourself. I just knew you would."
"No I didn't," I lied. "How could you drug me and give Andy the chastity
key? He thought I was a whore."
"Don't get all riled up honey, it was the best way to get you over any
silly inhibitions. According to Andy you virtually raped him this
morning."
"No I did not. He was the one raping me," I angrily retorted. Both Andy
and Bob had left so I felt safe in denying her outrageous charges. Much
to my discomfort she said "Don't lie Stefanie, I have it all on tape. You
make one hot woman."
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 4
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