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Not by Choice By Stefanie Flowers VOWS OF A LIFETIME So here I am standing at the alter about to take wedding vows. I had always thought that one day I would marry the girl of my dreams and raise a family; but how could I have imagined this? My spouse to be was not the girl of my dreams and I was very reluctant to be here today getting married; certainly not as I am now. I was being forced into the marriage. Not by a gun held to my head but by a series of unfortunate circumstances that fate had seen fit to throw at me. The pastor looked joyful and happy to joining the two of us in Holy matrimony. "Do you take Stefanie to be your wedded wife, to love and to hold, in sickness and health till death do you part." "I do." Then the pastor said, "Do you take Eric to be your wedded husband, to love, honor and obey till death do you part." "I do." "Then, by this exchanging of rings, I now pronounce you man and wife," concluded the pastor. There, the dreaded words had been spoken and we were all of a sudden legally man and wife. No going back now. I stood at the alter dressed in a traditional white satin wedding dress with a long train. My face was covered by a long translucent veil. Restricted by a very tight laced corset, I was taking quick shallow breaths, my bosom heaving up and down as I tried to avoid feinting. Perched on tall spiky high heels I was afraid of falling over. My senses were overwhelmed by the feel of my dress and lingerie. Silk stocking encased legs sent shivers of excitement through my body as they brushed against the smooth petticoat beneath my wedding gown. Eric lifted my veil and then pulled me close towards him by my narrow waist. I looked at him through long mascara covered lashes. He moved his head down towards me to kiss my invitingly red gloss covered lips. I pursed them tightly together in an attempt to ward off his tongue but to no avail. All of a sudden my mouth was smothered by his lips and I felt his tongue disgustingly probe into my mouth. To everyone in the congregation it looked as if we were the happiest couple alive. It was only minutes ago that I had walked down the aisle in procession to join him at the alter. My steps had been slow and measured, perfectly in time to 'Here comes the bride'. I would have liked to run away but the tight fitting underskirt restricted me to taking small mincing steps. I had to walk slowly wiggling my butt, carefully placing one foot directly in front of the other. Flower girls had walked behind me holding my long train while another threw rose petals in front of me. There wasn't a dry female eye in the congregation. Worst of all, my dad had actually given me away. My hands held a small bouquet of wedding flowers. Dad held my arm helping me not to trip but also directing me inevitably towards my destiny. Was it possible even now to escape this horrible fate? Was I destined to become a housewife, bearing and raising Eric's children? All of these thoughts and questions were trapped in my head, going round and round in circles, as I stood there stunned to be the new Mrs. Eric Carter. HOW IT ALL STARTED It's funny how a seemingly little thing can set into motion a series unplanned consequences. A chain of fateful events from which there is no escape; one that changes your life forever. A year ago I would have laughed my head off if someone told me that I would become someone's wife. How had my life been stolen from me so easily? It all started with a seemingly innocent decision to go to a costume party dressed as a school girl. I had just been thrown out of my apartment for not paying the rent. I was too proud to go home to my parents and accept the loss of independence. I was 22 and only a year out of college; an independent adult unwilling to return home and live according to my parents house rules. Always the optimist I had gone to the local pub hoping to pick up a date. With luck I might find a warm bed to sleep in that night. After an hour or two of failed pick up attempts I knew that my luck was running true to form. I shouldn't have even gotten out of bed that day. I had been humiliatingly brushed off by every potential conquest in the bar. Figuring it was time to quit I glanced outside. I had nowhere to go but my car. Shit, it was still pissing down buckets. The day had started badly and now it was going to end even worse. I resigned myself to becoming a drenched rat the moment I stepped out onto the pavement. Still, if I made a mad dash I might not get too wet. I had my car nearby, something to take refuge in, even if the backseat and boot were now filled to the brim with my stuff. Walking towards the exit I saw this bloke seated at the bar by himself. I think I recognized his face as one of the locals but I didn't really know him. In the past we'd exchanged a few brief hello's or nods in passing acknowledgement of each other. Obviously social opposites we were unlikely to know each other any better than as passing strangers. However, having seen my failed pick up attempts, he smiled sympathetically and said, "Better luck next time mate, need a drink?" Well I was desperate for an excuse not to go outside so I took the empty stool alongside him and ordered a beer for the road. He gave me his name as Eric Carter and I told him mine was Steve Flowers. We got to chatting about life in general. He works as a motor mechanic but would soon be opening a shop specializing in his real passion, motor bikes. I noticed that he certainly looked the part; tall, well built, covered in tattoos and wearing riding leathers and boots. I told him that I am a computer programmer, now homeless, and looking for a place to stay in town. Strangely, we seemed to hit it off even though our interests and social backgrounds were so divergent. Motorbikes and football for him, while I love role playing computer games. Of course, I didn't tell him of my newly discovered secret passion, reading stories on Fictionmania. Despite being a typical heterosexual guy, I found myself strangely attracted to the stories of forced feminization. Of course, I didn't actually want to cross dress but I wondered what it would feel like, being forced to wear female clothes and having to pass in public as a woman. Time was called but it was still raining cats and dogs outside. Not good biking weather, I offered Eric a dry ride home. Well, as I had hoped, one good turn led to another. Knowing of my predicament, and perhaps seeing the grim look on my face, he invited me to bed down at his house for the night. I slept on the sofa using a spare pillow and blanket. Over morning breakfast and coffee I was offered one of his rooms to rent. It was inexpensive and, even better, the house had a wi-fi network. It was the perfect solution to my problem because I planned to work from home using a computer. I could set up my website business literally anywhere. So, not looking a gift horse in the mouth, I gladly accepted his generous offer. I had no money to speak of but I was confident that my business would quickly take off. In lieu of the first months rent, Eric tasked me with setting up a website for his new venture, the motor bike sales and repair shop. After that I should earn enough cash to pay the rent every first day of the month. However, little in the way of work came in. The weeks grew into months and I still made very little money. Eric was patient and did not seem to mind helping me out until my situation got better. In return for his generosity I helped out as much as I could at home. You know, doing general housekeeping and cooking the odd meal. I was a pretty good cook when I wanted to be. Eric even joked that I would make someone a good wife someday. Friday nights we usually went out looking for birds to pick up. Your chances are much greater if you work as a team, for girls rarely go out alone. For them, it is a matter of security. Being with at least one other female companion gives them the confidence to flirt and maybe have a few drinks with suitably attractive male suitors. Before making our approach Eric would always select the really good looking one for himself encouraging me to make a play for her companion. I was resigned to this as I knew my chances of getting the best looking woman were bleak. I am too shy and socially inept to be the one making an initial approach. Being tongue tied, it's far easier to let Eric break the ice. You know, the witty one liner that makes them smile or giggle. Eric was good at that, getting them interested in us, making them laugh. So tall handsome Eric usually got to flirting terms with the girl of his choice. At first sight, women found Eric to be extremely attractive and were eager to talk with him. I just rode on Eric's coat tails. Sometimes I was lucky and got along with the other girl. Usually, I was too introverted to make a good impression. It was rare that I got the courage up to ask for a date and even rarer for them to accept but at least they usually let me down politely. They didn't dislike me, I just wasn't exciting enough to be with. Eric rarely had a problem winning over the girl and getting that initial date. However, his courtships never lasted long. Even I could see why. Beyond a date or two he became possessive; a control freak always trying to dominate the girls. His temper always got the best of him for he would be verbally abusive calling them sluts or bitches for barely glancing at another man. No way to win over a girl, but who was I to talk. At least he got the dates. GETTING READY TO PARTY One night, after a dismal spate of failed pickup attempts, Eric asked, "Are you interested in going to a party? It's two weeks from now on Friday." Yes, I thought. An opportunity to get over my shyness and meet some women. Of late, our teamed dating efforts were not much of a success. Eric was becoming a known quantity in the area. News of his verbally abusive behavior was getting around so even he was having a hard time picking someone up. "Sure thing Eric," I said, my face brightening to a smile at the thought of female companionship. "But there is a catch," he said. "Oh, what kind of catch?" I queried warily. "Well, the thing is, it's a costume party themed on 'St Trinian's school days'. Everyone has to go in costume as either a schoolboy or a schoolgirl and everyone is expected to participate in the role playing school games and activities. Given the theme, they're sure to be a bit risque," he said while making hand gestures of a girl with big boobs. "Not a problem," I said. As a kid I had seen the comedy movies about St Trinian's girls school. Back then they had been very funny, even sexually alluring to a naive young school boy like me. It wasn't exactly a novel theme for a costume party, but one that would be good for a laugh. Most men would go as school boys but the more adventurous might go in drag as campy school girls. The women would look great dressed in school girl outfits. Should be good for a lark I told myself. "Well, to ensure a balanced number of boys and girls, there are no ticket sales for singles. Each ticket covers entry for two," continued Eric. That sucks, I thought. "So we each need to bring our own date?" I said thinking out loud. I was out of luck not having a girlfriend to invite along. I did not feel like too much of a failure because even Eric was in the same boat as me. "Well yes and no," went on Eric. "The organizers want at least half of the guests to show up cross-dressed so they set up this clever entry rule. If you're a guy bringing his girlfriend, both have to come in drag. If your are a twosome of the same sex, only one has to go in drag. Clever isn't it?" "Seems overly complicated to me," I said. Then, just to be a pain in the ass, I continued "Not so clever really. It doesn't ensure an equal number of boys and girls, just an equal number of boy and girl costumes." "Whatever," he retorted. "Look, I have a ticket. Do you want to go or not?" Eric concluded. "That means I would be your date, so to speak," I kidded him. Then I realized the implications of what I had just said in jest. "Oh no! You can't be expecting me to go as the schoolgirl?" "Well yes, of course," replied Eric indignantly. "I'd look pretty stupid in drag but you have a smaller frame that could easily pass as a girl." "Thanks for the complement," I protested. "I'm not sure I can do it, being seen out in public dressed as a girl. It would be too embarrassing. I would never live it down if my friends saw me." In truth, I was ecstatic. This gave me a legitimate excuse to safely go out in public dressed in drag; a fantasy of mine ever since discovering the Fictionmania storysite. "Don't be stupid," Eric argued. "It's just a costume party. Nobody will think you're gay. Most everyone else will be dressed the same way. Look I already rented the costumes. Why don't you try yours on and see how it fits." I was surprised. How could he have been so sure I would accept going as a school girl? Well, trying to appear reluctant, I did as he suggested. It was hard to contain my excitement as I went to the bathroom to put on the proffered female clothing. Nylon panties and a matching bra which I stuffed with socks. On went pantyhose, a silky blouse, and low heeled Mary Jane shoes with buckles. Finally I stepped into a pleated skirt and put on the wig. Well, at least he didn't burst out laughing when I walked out into the front room. Instead he gave me what seemed a long thoughtful perusal, asking me to turn around completely to show off all views of the costume. "Not bad! Not bad at all," said Eric. "You look quite good. Why don't you walk around a bit, get used to sitting and standing up properly." After thirty minutes of having my movements directed and critiqued I was sent into the kitchen to make us both a sandwich for lunch. All of the time he kept videoing me on his phone, calling me Stefanie as he directed my actions. The experience was disturbing for I had never felt so alive, so dominated. I had always considered myself the strong, quiet shy type but I hadn't realized that I would enjoy being so submissive, and to Eric of all people. I hoped that my facial expressions and body movements were not giving my thoughts away. Could Eric tell how much I was enjoying the experience? Playing the video back to me he said, "I think this may work but you definitely need practice to get the mannerisms right. I don't know but for some reason you don't quite pass as a woman yet." "For God's sake," I replied. "What does it matter? I'm only meant to be a man in drag, not a real woman." "Well, there is a big door prize for the best, most convincing cross- dressed person at the party. With a little work, you could win it. The prize would certainly help pay some of the back rent that you owe me." Ouch. He certainly knew how to hit me where it hurt. I felt guilty about not having kept up with the rent and worse, wouldn't even have enough money to pay the next months rent either. "Keep the clothes on for now," insisted Eric, "and practice 24/7 over the next few days. It'll help if you think of yourself as a real girl. Try to act as one would behave." I now felt obligated to do what he suggested but was overloaded with strange new sensations and desperately wanted to change out of the female clothing. I needed a return to normalcy and time to think over what I was feeling. However, I had no reasonable excuse to do so. Eric knew that I had no need to leave the house for I did all my work from home. After several days I announced, "That's enough for now, I need to take a break. Maybe we can go down the pub tonight for a jar or two." "Well, OK," he agreed, "you can be my date. I bet nobody notices that it's really you and not just some bird out with her bloke." "No," I complained, "I mean a real break as myself. I can't be seen in public like this and definitely not at our local pub." "Fine, your choice Stefanie. Stay at home then." Why was he being such a jerk and so pig headed about me being kept in total role immersion. I guess he really wanted me to win the prize. Giving up on any hope of a real break I acquiesced to his demands. Trying to make a joke of it I said, "Alright, I'll go like this then. Just don't get any funny ideas. You're not my type." Fearing recognition, I held my breath as we entered the bar. We found a dark alcove in which to sit. Fortunately non of the regulars had reacted to my entrance so I started to slowly breath again. Maybe they had recognized me and were just too stunned or polite to say anything. Looking around the bar timidly I assessed everyone's faces. No one was giving me any strange looks, not even the women. Surprisingly I had been accepted as a woman. Eric, being my supposed boyfriend, went to the bar to buy our drinks. I was really thirsty for a beer but didn't even ask me what I wanted. He brought me one of those awful sugary concoctions that women seem to enjoy so much. He said I had to play the part properly. No woman of his would be seen chugging a pint of beer. After several drinks, I was getting a slight buzz and much more relaxed in my feminine role. Inebriation boosted my confidence so much so that I even plucked up the courage to fix my lipstick and take a much needed piss in the ladies room. Eric chatted with me as if I were a real date and I did my best to answer as if I were a real woman. Happily sated after a couple of hours, we declared the outing a success and walked home together laughing at how we had fooled everyone. I had survived my first public outing. In the next few days I soon became aware that I had a serious problem to overcome. Wearing all of this feminine finery was making me excited. I tried to hide it and keep it under control, but every so often I had a rock hard boner tenting out from beneath my skirt. Worse, every once in a while I totally lost it and creamed my satin panties. I felt so ashamed at not being able to control my urges. I had no defense against the sensuous feel of satin as it rubbed against my penis. Worse, Eric had noticed my problem. "What's that wet patch between your legs?" Mortified, I had to explain my problem. "Oh, I guess it's not that surprising," he replied nonchalantly. "Go and change your panties and I'll see what can be done to fix that 'little' problem of yours." Ha, ha, 'little' I snorted to myself angrily. Was that meant to be a joke? Was he implying I had a small penis? Eric came home the next day saying, "Come and see the present I bought for you. It'll fix that problem we talked about yesterday." At least he hadn't said 'little'. Perhaps he had noticed how angered I was the previous day by his thoughtless jibe. I guess that I shouldn't have been surprised. It was an obvious solution, a chastity device no less! It was humiliating having to thank him for the expensive present and, even more so, when I had to put it on in front of him so he could see how well it fit. I had no choice really. Even I could see it as a necessity to prevent getting aroused at the wrong time. It was a very tight fit so I had to struggle to get it closed. All of a sudden it locked in place with a loud click. Now that it was on I got scared and tried unsuccessfully to remove it. Eric, held up a tiny key to show that yes, I had managed to lock myself into chastity. I had only meant to latch it closed but the latch was self locking. You only needed the key to unlock it. "Don't worry," he teased, holding up the key. "You won't be needing this for a while." I hoped he was joking but, no matter how hard I tried to persuade him, he would not hand over the stupid key. What with the chastity device and my satin panties I was kept in a permanent state of torture, fully aroused but unable to satisfy myself. "That belt has worked wonders for you Stefanie," said Eric. "Ever since you put it on you've been acting like a bitch in heat." Trust him to state the obvious in such a crude humiliating way. How had I changed from being his best mate Steve into the girl Stefanie that he so delighted in belittling and insulting all of the time. I had observed his abusive behavior to women before and wondered if he was becoming to see me as a woman now. Over the past week Eric had been a slave driver making me practice being a girl and lashing out with nasty jibes when I didn't live up to his expectations. Then the day of the party arrived and he suddenly became more understanding and nicer to me. "I'm proud of you Steve. You've worked hard these last two weeks to become a convincing woman," said Eric. Really, I thought, you didn't give me any choice! But after being so horrible to me he was now acting nice. Eric was a real Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. "As a reward for your efforts I've arranged something to help you win the door prize. Come on, let's go." "What, like this?" I complained. For I was dressed in my school girl outfit and still locked in chastity. "Yes, come on," he urged me. "Don't worry about that. It'll be taken care of at the beauty salon." So that was where we were headed. He gave me a leather jacket to ride on his bike. It was one Eric bought for his girlfriends to wear. On the back in big sparkly letters it proudly proclaimed the wearer to be 'Eric's Bitch'. I said to Eric, "I can't wear this!" "Of course you can," he argued against me. "None of my other girl's complained and it's just some biker slang warning other's not to touch you. Besides, you need to wear it or you'll freeze to death." Comfort overcame embarrassment and I put the jacket on. Nervously looking around, I left the safety of the house, once again hoping that no one would see me. Eric had me climb onto the back of his bike to ride pillion. I wore a helmet so that covered my face. I would be unrecognizable. My skirt was pleated so I could sit with my legs spread wide across the seat. And so we took off for the beauty salon. I was going to be given a professional make-over to perfect my disguise as a woman. To stay on the bike I had to wrap my arms around his waist and hold on tight. The wind blew my skirt up showing off my satin panty encased bottom. Fortunately the chastity device remained hidden beneath the satin. We did not go unnoticed for quite a few men's heads turned in appreciation to look at the hot biker's chick as we quickly roared past them. Needless to say I was frozen and shivering by the time we got to the salon. My wig was the first thing to go before getting a cleansing facial. My hair was fairly long for a man and the stylist was able to lengthen it to over my shoulders using extensions. It was then cut, dyed and shaped into a feminine hair style. An hour later I had long blond curvy hair that tickled my neck and shoulders. Next came my face. The make-up artist gave me a full work over. Apparently I had good skin. I had little in the way of facial hair and she took care of that with a new product, a depilatory that would last several weeks. I was given the bottle as a present with her saying that repeated use would eventually make my face permanently hairless. Thanks for the warning, I'm not using that again I thought. Next came foundation, face powder, long fake eye lashes, eyeliner, lip liner and gloss. My eyebrows had been shaped into thin high arches. Checking out her work she said that I looked beautiful. Looking in the mirror I was stunned and unsettled to see an attractive looking woman gaze back at me. Finishing the look, my ears and nose were pierced to install earrings and a nose stud. The beautician told me that she had used long lasting make-up so that I wouldn't even have to worry about making any touch-ups until long after the party. The manicurist came next. After working on my cuticles, she shaped my nails and then used the latest thing, gel nails to give me a set of long bright red talons. They were set hard using a special light which she shone on my nails for ten minutes. I hoped that they would come off easily. What is it that you have to do to remove them, I wondered to myself. Soak your fingers in nail polish remover? The nails were very long and they made it difficult for me to do anything with my hands. I found that I had to use the side of my fingers to pick up small items and be very careful not to poke out my eyes when pushing strands of hair from covering my face. I was just thinking that everything was complete when I was surprisingly ushered into yet another work area. Here I was told to strip and lay down on the table. Up to now the pampering had been thoroughly enjoyable and relaxing. From here on out I was going to be embarrassed by being exposed as a man wearing a chastity device. I slowly undressed wondering what she would do on discovering my secret. "Oh, don't worry about that, Eric gave me the key," said Wendy, the beauty technician. So much for my secret. She already knew. Her nonchalant attitude helped me to relax again. After removing the humiliating device she said, "Just lay back and relax. First we are going to give you a full body waxing. Then you're going to get some realistic silicon breast forms and a gaff that will make it look like you have a real vagina." Why all of this trouble I asked myself. Surely no-one would be able to see my genitals and a blouse would hide a sock filled bra. "Oh, I don't need any prosthetics," I said. "I'm not trying to look like a natural girl." "Are you sure? Eric paid a lot for this work and it won't be any cheaper if you forgo anything already paid for," she responded. I didn't want to waste Eric's money so I said, "OK, go ahead then." I lay in terror as each section of my body was first smeared in hot wax, only to scream out load in pain as the solidified wax was ripped off with hairs attached. "This may be a little more painful," she was warned as wax was smeared over my groin area. "All of your pubic hairs have to come off for the vagina to be fitted properly in place." Of course, it was a lot more painful than expected and had to be done several times to remove to completely remove the most stubborn of pubic hairs. Relieved that it was all finally done, my skin was treated to a soothing lotion. Her hands worked the lotion into my skin and embarrassingly caused by penis to become erect. "Now it's time to apply your prosthetics," she advised. "I'm using a strong glue to firmly attach them. The adhesive is a new kind, one that should last for up to a month so don't try and pull them off. Your skin could be ripped away." "I don't want to wear them that long. Just for today. Isn't there a solvent?" I queried. "Yes," she answered. "But it's best if you come back to the salon on Monday to undo all of our work. We have all the solvents and make-up removers to get you back to normal after the party." Reassured by her promise I let her go ahead. First the silicon boobs were glued in place. They looked completely real to me for I could see no join between the prosthetic and my skin. "These are the best on the market. Try pinching your nipples." Reluctantly I gave one of them a gentle tweak. "Oh, oh, oh!" I gasped as I felt a strong tingling sensation in my nipple. "Yes, aren't they wonderful. Not as good as the real thing but a close second!" she enthusiastically exclaimed. By now my penis had lost some of its ardor and was only partially inflated. I had to spread my legs as she pushed my testicles up into my body and then inserted and glued my penis into a hidden sheath within the fake vagina. Finally the vagina was glued in place on my crotch. If I didn't know better I would have thought the vagina real too. "It's fully functional in the sense that you'll need to sit to pee and there's a vaginal sheath so you can even try out intercourse if you want." "God no," I exclaimed, "I'm not gay. I'm only going to a costume party and didn't need all of this done." "If you say so dear, but you look very authentic. I recommend you wear a chastity belt for protection. That way, if some one tries to take advantage of you, they'll be held off at the gates, so to speak." she said laughingly. So I took her advice and stepped into the offered belt while she closed and locked it in place. The belt was very comfortable being ergonomically shaped for a woman and made of the narrowest bands of metal possible. It was far more comfortable than the penis chastity device I had worn earlier. As well as being functional it was also a very attractive piece of jewelry. I asked for the key but she said it would be given to Eric for safe keeping. "The chastity belt won't be any protection if you carry the key with you," she admonished. "Come on, time to get dressed." Before putting on my schoolgirl outfit she fit me into a corset to accent a narrow waist and wide hips. I was then dressed in my school uniform of leather pleated skirt and white satin blouse I certainly looked the part of a school girl, albeit a brazen sexy one. I even wore stockings held up by a garter belt and wore high heeled shoes. Why had I let this guise go so far. Surely I didn't need to look this good. After all, I was still supposed to be a man in drag. I hoped it was all worth it. My visit to the salon must have cost Eric a fortune. If he was hoping me to pay off any back rent tonight, then the door prize must be a very large one indeed. I had better do my best to win that prize or I would be even deeper in Eric's debt. THE COSTUME PARTY Needless to say Eric was impressed with the appearance of his date and insisted that I hop straight on the bike to get to the party. Once again I rode with my legs spread across the seat, my arms held tight against his waist and my breasts squashed against his back. Was this how a woman felt hugging onto her man, I asked myself. Strangely, it felt safe and comforting holding on like that. As we approached our destination I realized that, true to theme, it was taking place in a big old school. Not just any school, but the one I had attended long ago as a kid but had since been closed down. We were greeted by the party hosts dressed and acting like school teachers. They wore academic gowns and carried wicked looking canes. As we entered everyone had to sign a waiver accepting the school rules and punishments policy. Every girl was given some gum and told to chew it, just like in the old days. As in our school days past, we were told to form two lines; girls in one, boys in the other. On entering the assembly hall we were kept separated with girls seated on one side and boys on the other. I was observing everyone carefully to see who was in drag. They all must have done a tremendous job for I could not tell who were real and who were in drag. Slowly I came to the realization that not everyone could pass so well. Only a few people might have suitable body shapes to be convincing as the opposite sex. That bastard! Eric had set me up. I was the only one here tonight in drag. Having no real date himself, I had been used to get him into the party. What's more, there probably wouldn't be a prize for best cross dresser. I was the only stooge here tonight tricked into being a cross-dresser. Worse, I couldn't openly look like someone in drag. If I didn't want to get into trouble, I had better be a thoroughly convincing female tonight. "Boys and girls," greeted the headmaster. I blinked is disbelief. Was that really my old head master from days past brought him out of retirement just for tonight. He looked very convincing. "Welcome to the St Trinian's party. I'm sure that you are all going to enjoy what we have planned for you tonight. All of tonight's entertainment has been sponsored and organized by Hell Fire, the local BDSM club. As advertised, you will be introduced to some mild BDSM experiences tonight You'll be expected to follow school rules and accept punishment as deemed necessary by the staff. Behave yourself and you will enjoy and evening of fun and frivolity. So relax and enjoy yourselves." Everyone yelled and hooted in anticipation of experiencing some kinky sex. I wasn't too happy about the announcement. The BDSM aspect of tonight was yet another unwelcome surprise for me. Eric had probably known about it but conveniently forgotten to tell me. The headmaster continued, "First, before the party starts, some important announcements. School uniforms must meet school code. As you leave assembly, each of you will be inspected. Those tardily dressed will be punished. Also, before the party starts there will be some introductory classes to help each of you become better acquainted with the St. Trinian's curriculum of activities for tonight. From these classes six girls and six boys will be selected to compete in a small demonstration of their academic prowess. The winners will receive a modest prize. So please, file out to your assigned classrooms. While you are busy getting educated we will be preparing this hall for the nights frivolities. As we filed out past one of the teachers, he picked many girls out of line for some form of uniform infraction or other infringement of school rules. All were ushered in to a classroom for remedial action and punishment. I guessed this was all part of an act to simulate being school kids back in a real school. It was also an opportunity for some mild BDSM entertainment before the party proper. Yes, the good old days when corporal punishment was not only allowed but condoned by one's parents. I, of course, was one of the unlucky ones. Each girl was told of their transgression. For some their skirts were too long and the teacher used scissors to cut them much shorter. Others needed their hair put in pigtails while I had to fix my lipstick. Some girls were wearing real schoolgirl knickers and not satin panties. They had to remove their knickers and, not having appropriate panties, go bare bottomed. In any event, no matter the infraction, the punishment was just the same. Each girl was told to lower their panty, if wearing any, and bend over the teachers desk to get paddled. On seeing my chastity belt the teacher told me to remove it. Playing the part of a schoolgirl caught out in something shameful, I looked downcast and said I could not as I did not have the key. My father insisted on keeping me safe from all of the boys. Because of that the teacher commended my father's foresight but doubled my punishment anyway. It seemed like a play acting lark until I felt the paddle. I screamed out with each strike for they were hard and it really hurt. My behind was red raw by the time he was finished with me. A group of subdued, teary eyed school girls was then led to another classroom for their refresher lessons. This is crazy I thought as I rubbed my sore behind. Alright, a make believe play act was ok, possibly fun, but real punishment! Our lesson, of course, was matched to tonight's party theme. Sex education! There were no boys present and the teacher was female. She had chalked this diagram on the board. It was a detailed depiction of the vagina and its intimate parts. She told us to play close attention for there would be a test afterwards. She gave detailed instructions on how to masturbate, first using only your fingers and then using a vibrating dildo. Just like typical embarrassed schoolgirls, everyone giggled at her comment that masturbation was much more satisfying than real intercourse. All the girls were then instructed to lower their panties and practice what they had just been taught. Once again my chastity belt was revealed making all of the school girls laugh. Since my vagina was inaccessible I was told to pair up with another girl and practice on her. I was embarrassed more than my partner as I used my fingers to massage her sex. First the clitoris and then deeper within the vaginal lips. She rode my fingers to pleasure and then came to orgasm. The teacher praised my efforts and said it was a pity that my partner could not return the complement to me. I was so glad for the belt. I'd be killed if they ever found out that I was a man. Then each girl was given a dildo and told to use it as they had been instructed. Of course, the school girls were really adult women and obviously skilled users of such a device. It was not long before there were some very excited women moaning and screaming in pleasure. Being teamed up with another girl, and unable to access my own vagina, I was told to use the dildo on her. This I did following the girl's instruction on where best to apply the vibrating wand. The teacher then told her to use it on me as a demonstration of anal sex. Oh, it was so painful going in but the powerful pulsing rhythm soon aroused me and I was soon screaming like all of the other girls lost in orgasmic joy. This was all too much. Here I am among all these women doing very intimate things to them and them to me. The girls had, however, all enjoyed themselves immensely. Me too if I was honest with myself, but I felt that I had done something wrong. It was not right. I was a man and they thought me to be one of them. "I think I know you from somewhere," said my sex partner. It was Cheryl, one of the girls from my old school. I hadn't seen her in years and even then we hadn't hung out together so I hoped she would not recognize me. "I don't think so, Cheryl," I replied. "Then how do you know my name?" Oh shit. That was stupid. I had surely given myself away. Trying to bluster through my faux pas I replied "I heard your friend call you Cheryl, of course. It's nice to meet you, my names Stefanie." "Oh my God, it is you isn't it?" "I'm afraid we've never met before," I answered trying to appear unconcerned at her claim to know me. "No, it's you, Steve, isn't it?" Further denial would be useless, but all these woman would kill me if they knew who I was so I whispered yes in her ear and pleaded that she not expose me. "Are you TG? Cause if you are I won't give away your little secret, but if you're just a man dressed in drag to take advantage and feel up women, I'm going to scream and shout rape," she threatened. "No, please don't do that," I pleaded. "I'm Stefanie now, not Steven," I said deliberately trying to mislead her. Better she think me TG than a man in drag. At least I would not get killed by an angry mob of girls. We were broken out of our little discussion by the teacher. "Listen girls, now you'll learn how to satisfy a man without having intercourse. Rule one is to let him down gently. He has high expectations and won't take kindly to being refused. Say that you really want to fuck but it's your time of the month. In case he checks, be sure to be wearing a tampon or panty liner. Best of all make sure it's bloodied. Then kneel down in front of his crotch and unzip his pants. Gently grab hold of his penis and pull it out. By now he should be at attention. If not, lick and kiss his member until it starts to engorge. Then you can envelop it in your mouth and start sucking. By now the your will have grabbed hold of your head pushing his erect penis in and out of your mouth. Follow his rhythm, even if you feel like gagging. Eventually, you will feel his member twitch and ejaculate into your mouth. Smile and swallow his cum as if it's a delicacy. Be sure to make sounds of appreciation. Then, to finish up, suck his limp penis clean and free of semen. That's all there is too it ladies. It's so simple to please a man. His brain is in his dick." There was a lot of giggling at the teacher's humorous description of how to give a blowjob. Everyone present, except for me, probably already had plenty of parctical experience in that skill set. "Now girls, if you haven' done this before, it's time to practice," she announced. The thought of sucking a man's dick was making me feel really sick and I probably looked a little bit green around the gills. The fear of Cheryl outing me to the class got me to admit my inexperience and undertake the task. Fortunately, it was not the real thing, but a lifelike silicon facsimile that actually became engorged and shot a load of semen in your mouth. That is, if you did a good job. The other girls shouted their encouragement while Cheryl burst into fits of laughter watching me bring the penis to arousal swallowing all of the artificial cum. This was going way beyond anything I had anticipated when agreeing to be Eric's date. I had now learnt a lot abut sex from a girls perspective and was afraid that all of this training was soon going to be put into more realistic practice. Well, at least I had a chastity belt on. Having demonstrated my prowess with the silicon penis we were then all congratulated on passing the course. Before being allowed to head for the ballroom (i.e. the rearranged assembly hall) the teacher announced a list of the six top performing girls in the class. "Rachel, Cheryl, Suzy, Stefanie, Vicky and Alice. Congratulations on being judged top of the class and selected for participation in the competition." Just what I needed. I was hoping to disappear into the background but now I would have to flaunt myself in front of everyone competing for some stupid prize. I feared it would involve using all of the skills we had just learned in class. All of the boys were already in the hall and had gained a head start on the celebrations by having a few drinks. They seemed excited and ready for action. I wondered what they had been taught in their classes. "Rachel, Cheryl, Suzy, Stefanie, Vicky and Alice come join us on the stage," announced the headmaster. "John, Bob, Iain, Eric, Joe and Bill come join us too." I was trying to quietly escape to the exit door when Cheryl latched onto me. "Don't be shy Stefanie, they're calling for us on stage. It's time for some fun!" she commanded me. I had this queasy, fluttering feeling in my stomach as I climbed on stage. Everyone was looking at us in rapt attention waiting for the entertainment to begin. "Now, this contest has two criteria for winning. Each boy will be given a blow job by his partner. The winning boy is the one that maintains the longest lasting erection while the winning girl gets her boy to be the first to climax. The winners will receive a one year free entry pass to the Hell Fire club." There were only six chairs on the stage. The boys were told to sit down. Each girl had to file out in front of a boy, kneel down in front of him, unzip his trousers and pull out his penis. "Nooo, noo, no," I moaned to myself. "Not him," as I ended up in front of Eric. After this I would never be able to look him in the face again, let alone live in the same house. "Ready, get set, go," yelled the headmaster. Each girl began to work in earnest. Just below the roar of the cheering crowd you could hear the sounds of sucking and slurping as each girl did her best to get the boy's penis to rise. I knew Eric did not take kindly to public humiliation so I tried to arouse him as slowly as possible trying to rig the contest for him to win. It didn't take long before the sounds of male ecstasy and groans were heard as each boy came to climax and shot a load into their girl's mouth. My strategy had worked for Eric was the last to cum. His sexual prowess being seen by all, he rewarded me by holding my head in place to make sure I swallowed all of his disgusting, slimy, salty semen. Well, he may be happy now but I suspect he would be real upset if I ended up puking my guts into his lap. It had been very different experience than my practice on the silicon penis. For one, Eric's penis had a salty taste and he had pubic hairs that made me want to retch. His penis was hot and it throbbed. My lips could feel the quickening pulse of his heart rate as his excitement had grown. Oh my God, what had I done. Just like a woman I had masturbated a man with my mouth. What's more, I'd had to pretend I was enjoying it. Me, a heterosexual man. My life was ruined. After that little display things calmed down. Fortunately, most of the evening only involved dining, drinking and dancing. To stay in role I had to dance and smooch with a few guys, including Eric. Now I knew what it felt like to be a slutily dressed woman in a room full of oversexed males. It was not long before my neck was covered in hickeys and my bottom bruised from numerous pinches. I had fought a losing battle to keep my breasts from being grabbed and massaged. I felt like a piece of tenderized meat. Some of the lads had even moved their hands up my thigh, stroking up into my crotch in an attempt to find and rub my vagina. They were, of course, disappointed to find me protected by a metal chastity belt. Everyone except me seemed to have thoroughly enjoyed the evening. Well, I did perhaps enjoy it just a little bit. Not the boy's attentions but the sex education with the girls. If only no one else found out that Stefanie was really me. The evening was drawing to a close. Most of the party goers had had their fill of drink and food when the headmaster walked out onto the stage again and called for everyone's attention. "Before we all go home tonight there is just one more competition to enjoy. A grand finale to finish off the night's entertainment. I call upon our six boys and six girls to ascend the stage once more." God, not another round of humiliating sex to endure? I wanted to go home and erase all memory of having sex with Eric from my brain. My thoughts of coming here as a man in drag and camping it up to enjoy the female company had seriously backfired, all because of Eric's lies. "Pair up as you were before, men sitting in the seats, women straddled across their legs. The final show tonight is a shagging contest in which everyone can participate. Find your partner and prepare to compete against the couples on stage. The first couple to orgasm wins a 500 pound prize. My teaching staff will judge who are the winning couple." "I can't," I protested loudly. "I'm wearing a chastity belt." That should save me I thought. "Not a problem," said Eric holding up the key. "Eeerric," I moaned. "How could you." He unlocked the vaginal flap on my belt and slapped my bare butt for good measure. "There you go Stefanie. I wouldn't want you to miss out on all of the fun," he said winking at me. "Wait a minute," said the headmaster. "Stefanie's teacher has informed me that she lied earlier about not being able to remove the belt. Something about her father keeping her chaste. Anyway, Stefanie must receive her punishment before competing in the event." And so I was bent over a chair displaying my bottom to the whole audience as they watched me getting canned by the headmaster. I cried out at every strike for it hurt much more than the previously experienced paddle. I was screaming and wailing in tears by the time he had finished administering the punishment. The headmaster was obviously enjoying himself for his eyes were gleeful as he forcefully struck my bare bottom time and time again leaving a series of crisscrossed red lines on my exposed cheeks. I was given a few minutes to dry my eyes and collect myself before starting the last contest of the evening. It all began quietly. Not a voice was heard but the sound of sucking and slurping as each school girl prepared for the contest by getting her partners cock erect. Then they straddled the boy's legs and sat down to enfold the rigid penis into their welcoming vagina. Eric pulled me down onto his cock and I felt it ram soundly into my fake vagina. I was surprised that it could enter all of the way and that it rubbed against the tip of my sheathed penis. Rocking backwards and forwards I felt his penis enlarge and swell. Nooo, ohh, yesss, nooo, I cried in dismay as the methodic rubbing against my penis had a devastating effect. My penis was trapped and could not rise up but that did not stop me getting excited from the frictional movement against it. Soon I was encouraging Eric's penis to become even more effective, pushing backwards and forwards, feeling my seed form until I too came to an earth shattering orgasm. Afterwards we both just sat there catching our breath as his penis slowly deflated. We didn't win the contest but that didn't really matter. I was riddled with guilt about being fucked by a man, but most of all because I had sexually responded and encourage him to spend his seed in me. My life was surely ruined now. I had to get away from Eric as soon as I could. Now, no matter what I told him, he would always believe that I had enjoyed it; that I must be gay! We said not a word as he took me home. The evening's experiences had overwhelmed and exhausted me. I had not only been given a whole new outlook on women but I had found some very scary things about myself. Could I still claim to be heterosexual. Could I ever return to being the old me. I needed time to sort my thoughts and experiences out into some kind of sense. RECRIMINATIONS After getting home I confronted Eric about his trickery. "You lied to me about everything, you bastard. You needed a real woman to go with you to get into the party. There was no cross dressing contest. Because of you, I had to behave as a woman for fear of being outed as a man. And you, you bastard, had the audacity to fuck me. I was safe in that belt, but no, you had to produce the key. You fucking bastard." Smiling, he waited me out as I ranted and raved at him and then just laughed saying "I confess. It's all true. You sure make a great cock sucker and have a very welcoming pussy. All in all I'd say tonight was a great success. We had a lot of fun. Besides, how else were we going to gain entry." Then, in a more conciliatory tone he added "Look don't take it so badly. I know you're not gay. It was all just a little bit of fun and I'm sorry if I took it too far. I didn't know what entertainment was planned for the party. It was all a surprise to me too. I promise not to tell anyone that it was you. Just think what my reputation would be if it got out that I had sex with a man." "And there was no door prize for me to win as a cross-dresser," I complained. "How am I supposed to pay my debt to you now. I hate to think how much that transformation cost. Well you can forget about me paying anything now." "What, you expect to get paid for having sex with me? Truly spoken like a hooker," he retorted. "Well, bitch, don't worry your pretty little head about it. As repayment for all your troubles, you don't owe me a penny." I was still fuming but slowly clamed down realizing that none of it could be undone. I just prayed that Eric and Cheryl would keep their mouths shut. It was late and I was tired. It sure would have been good to get my disguise off but I had to go to the salon for it to be removed. The prosthetics would have to stay on two more days until Monday morning. A good nights sleep was what I needed most and hopefully on Monday my life would return to normal. I undressed, put on a baby doll nightie and climbed quickly into bed. Yes, I still looked like a woman so thought it best to sleep as one. Saturday morning, I woke late and went down to make myself breakfast. For modesty's sake I pulled on a satin robe, slipped into fluffy heeled slippers and made my way down the stairs. I found Eric in the kitchen making toast and coffee. It was embarrassing being there dressed as I was, especially after our heated discussion of last night. But I was stuck in girl mode for a few days more. I had just finished demanding he give me the key to my chastity belt when I heard the front door lock turn and someone enter the house. A woman's voice called out "Hello Eric, It's just me." I was petrified. Whoever they were would see me like this. I knew that I could pass as a girl but the more people who saw me as Stefanie the more complicated life could become and the more difficult making her persona quietly disappear. In a few days I must be back to being the real me. A PRETTY PICKLE In walked a woman that looked so similar to Eric she might have been his twin. Obviously she must be his sister. "Morning Bethany," said a smiling Eric. "This is my girlfriend Stefanie." The jerk had called me his girlfriend. Now she would blab about her brother having a girlfriend. "Oh, hello Stefanie," she said. "Nice to meet you." Seeing me with disheveled hair and dressed in a nighty she formed an all too understandable but mistaken conclusion. She said, "Hope I haven't disturbed you two." "I'm not his girlfriend and I'm certainly not sleeping with him," I tartly replied. "I'm just his new lodger." Stupid, stupid, stupid. I had just told her I was a lodger living in the house. What would she think when Stefanie disappeared and Stephen made an appearance. No choice now, I would have to move out. "Oh, sorry, my mistake. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just being nosy. My best friend Cheryl called to tell all about the party she went to last night. She mentioned that Eric had a 'special' girlfriend called Stefanie so I couldn't resist coming over to meet her. Apparently Stefanie is really Steve, an old school friend of Cheryl's. He was passing himself off as a schoolgirl. That wouldn't have been you would it?" she said looking directly at me. Before I could open my mouth, Eric quickly chimed in "Yes, Stefanie used to be Steve but that's all in the past. Stefanie is TG and starting her transition to becoming a woman. It's taking a while because the treatment is so expensive, but she's now living full time as a woman." I was in shock at the boldness of Eric's subterfuge. Would she believe him? "Are you sure?" she asked with a mischievous smile. "Only I thought Steve here may have tricked the girls at the party into exposing themselves to him. He could get arrested for something like that. Cheryl told me all about the sex lessons he practiced on her." Shit I thought. How do I get out of this now? Going along with Eric's stroke of genius I opened my robe to coyly display my female body and said, "No, no. You've got it all wrong. As you can see for yourself, I truly am Stefanie, and not Steve anymore." My prosthetic enhancements were very convincing. Showing off my near naked body had taken the wind out of her sails. Her accusatory stance softened . "Sorry," she said. "Seems like I made a mistake. It's so unlike Eric to be liberal and understanding about being transgender. Letting one live in his house is surprising, but going out on a date together, well that just takes the cake." "Just goes to show how well you really know me," chimed in Eric. "I'm very understanding about LGBT issues. Stefanie has yet to make many friends and she hardly ever gets asked out for the evening. I thought taking her to the party would help her make some new friends." Don't lay it on too thick, I thought. "You poor girl. Then I must take you under my wing too. Of course, Cheryl and I will help you to transition and become socially integrated as the new you. We're going to be great friends especially after you've joined us for all the girly outings we're going to have. However, I'm sure you realize that you're going to need professional help too. I have a psychiatrist friend that I just know will want to help you. I'll arrange an appointment. You would like that wouldn't you Stefanie?" said Bethany. Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire. Was she testing me? I had to appear grateful and go along with her offer but as soon as possible, preferably Monday, I would have to vanish into thin air. I would go to live in some other town where no one knows me. But how? I had no money to move out. I may end up living in my car for a while. Eric would have to deal with the fallout from his sister himself. For the weekend I was stuck as Stefanie, but come Monday morning I would be at the salon to get all of this female stuff removed. Continuing to play along with the charade I said, "Thank you ever so much Bethany, you've no idea how happy that would make me," while pretending as best I could to be delighted. "Alright then, it's a deal. I'm busy Monday but we'll come by Tuesday morning and get you sorted out," concluded Bethany as she left. Sunday morning came and I was on tenterhooks waiting for Monday and my release from these prosthetics. While sitting down on the sofa I told Eric of my plans to do a runner. "Steven, you need to stay calm and think this thing through very carefully. If you run now she'll only go to the cops and they'll certainly find and arrest you. It's better to hang around for a while as Stefanie. Convince Bethany and Cheryl of your desire to transition into a woman. Then, after a month or two, you can tell them you've had second thoughts about the whole thing. They'll understand and you'll be off the hook." What Eric said made a lot of sense, but another couple of months? Could I handle being Stefanie for such a long period of time. I decided that I didn't really have a choice. So Monday passed by without a trip to the salon. DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE As promised, Cheryl and Bethany came calling on Tuesday morning to get me sorted out on the road to womanhood. They took one quick look at my poorly made up face and then my lack of a female wardrobe before insisting we needed an emergency trip to the mall. I complained that I was broke and had no money, not even to pay the rent. Cheryl said that was no problem because she would loan me some money. I could pay her back in the future. I advised her that my job was not working out. I would have little, if any, money coming in to pay her back. Bethany brushed aside my concerns saying that they would, of course, find me a suitable job. Bethany and Cheryl have numerous friends with small businesses that are always in need of female help. First stop was to a beauty saloon for a make over. It took quite a long time because I was first shown how to choose cosmetics that matched my complexion. Then a professional applied my make up producing a face so beautiful that I did not recognize it as me. After that, it was all wiped off and I had to follow her directions to re-create the look. After each attempt I was critiqued and had to practice it all over again until I had perfected it. Finally happy with my cosmetic skills we said goodbye to the cosmetician. Bethany said it was time to go clothes shopping. Apparently I needed everything from intimates to outerwear, makeup jewelry and shoes. They had fun making me model everything while teaching me how to select apparel that was stylish and coordinated well into different outfits. By the end of the day I was worn out from modeling all of kinds of apparel. My feet hurt so much from all of the high heels I had had to try out. I was now wearing one of them, five inch stiletto heels with open toes to show off red varnished toe nails. I now owned rings, bracelets and necklaces suitable to complement my appearance for all imaginable social events. There were skin creams to cleanse and soften my skin and perfumes to make me smell ultra feminine. I had bras and panties, body shapers, skirts, dresses; in fact clothes for just about every occasion, casual wear, office wear and evening wear. The list went on and on. Finally our assault on the stores came to an end as we sat down to eat a light meal. According to Bethany I now had the bare essentials. They had cost a total of 5,000 plus pounds, all of which Cheryl had loaned me and expected me to pay back in full. I now had to get a full time job as a female worker to pay her back. Beth told me that I had a appointment tomorrow with a close friend of hers, a psychiatrist/surgeon that specialized in transgender issues. They tasked Eric with making sure that I did not blow it off. I had to lie, of course, and pretend that I was eager to start my transition treatment. On returning home the girls helped me to take the new purchases upstairs to my room and hang them tidily in the closet. Bra's and panties were neatly arranged in the cupboard drawers. "Not much space in here, we need to make some room for all of your new clothing," said Beth. Cheryl agreed saying "Stefanie doesn't need these anymore. Let's take them to the thrift store after we're finished here." These were all of my male clothes. I didn't have many but what I had I wanted to keep. In no time at all they were removed and dumped outside in Bethany's car. Now I had no choice but to dress as a woman, at least until I could afford to buy some new male clothes. The next morning Eric made sure that I got dressed and was ready to leave the house in time for my appointment. We entered a waiting room and I checked in as Stefanie Flowers to see a Dr. Sara Levine. I was given a very large questionnaire to fill in as I waited to see the Doctor. The questions were all very obvious and I knew how they should be answered if I were truly TG. . At what age did you feel you were meant to be a girl? . How long have you dressed 24/7 as a woman? . Do you want breasts? . Do you hate your penis? . Do you want a vagina? . Do you still have any male clothes? . Do you want to be a complete woman? . Do you have sexual dreams, if so what gender are you in your dreams? And so it went on and on. I could not answer truthfully for I would be exposed to the Doctor and subsequently Cheryl and Bethany as a heterosexual man lying to avoid prosecution for sexual abuse. I would be reported to the police, possibly for rape and God knows what else. So I did my best to answer the questions as an honest to goodness TG person would answer them. Finally a nurse called my name and I was ushered into the Doctor's office. "Come in Stefanie and make yourself comfortable," said a very studious looking but attractive woman of about 40 years old. "I'm Dr Levine. I understand you want to start treatment to become a woman?" "Er, yes," I said hesitantly not really wanting to answer in the affirmative but knowing that I had to do so. "There's no need to be nervous. I have lots of patients like you. Well, let's take a look at you. Please strip down to your underwear and then lay down on the examination bench." She fitted my legs into supports that she spread wide as if readying me for a gynecological exam. She removed my prosthetics using a solvent and gave me a thorough exam all over. "I can see that you are in good health so I'm going to give you something to help get you started on your transition." Surely she wouldn't dose me with hormones on my first visit? She inserted small pellets under my skin. One just under each nipple, one in each butt and then one in each testicle sac. I was very nervous about what effect they were going to have on me and how quickly they would act upon my body. Too late to worry about that now. The medication had been administered with me not uttering a word of protest. Maybe I could get to see my regular GP and have them removed as soon as I got out of here. She then reapplied my prosthetics gluing them back in place. Finally she injected something into my throat. "Don't look so worried Stefanie," she admonished. "These are just long term release hormone tablets. Much more powerful than estrogen. This method is much more efficient and convenient than having to take tablets or an injection everyday. You'll be happy to know that in no time at all you'll be able to stop wearing your prosthetics. Get yourself dressed now and then we'll talk about your transition plan." She hadn't even asked for my permission to administer the hormones, just taken it for granted that I wanted them. Sitting behind her desk she carefully read all of my answers to the questionnaire looking very satisfied as she tallied my score. "Well, I have some great news for you. Normally it is a long and painful process to get SRS but you qualify for a new quicker treatment. Nine months from now you won't even believe that you were ever born a male. If you want, once we find a donor, you can become a fully functional woman able to get pregnant and have babies. What do you think about that?" "Th.. th.. that's wonderful news," I managed to stammer "I expected it to take much longer and h..h..ha.. having a baby, that's u..u..un. unbelievable!" I was in sh