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Whoops By Nom Declavier Samuel sat on the exam table, feet swinging in the air, clad only in the customary examination gown, his lack of skills of working his hands behind his back is evident by the generous butt crack he is displaying towards the wall. Leaning forward with his hands on the exam table corners, he's been patiently waiting for the doctor to return. The door swings open and Dr. Robert Woopner glides in. For the reputation that proceeds him, one would think he's an older man. But his youthful appearance displays that he was a child genius, and medicine was his calling. His boyish looks make Samuel look older, even though Sam is only 24. Barely looking up from the chart to acknowledge Sam, Dr. Woopner fills Sam in on the diagnosis. "So Sam, I have some good news, simply put, you have a light case of Kidney Stones. A simple prescription will eliminate them, but it will take about a month to slowly dissolve and pass them." Dr. Woopner does a closed lip smile at Sam, a practice he's used to help present good news to the patient. "Great Doc, thanks!" Sam is relieved. "Get dressed, I'll have a prescription for you at the check-out desk, have a good day, we'll see you in a month to follow up, okay?" "Deal" Sam hold out his hand in thanks to the Dr. He casually responds by clasping Sam's hand. Out at the nurse's station, Dr. Woopner is busily reviewing his patients' charts. Dr. Richard Stanton walks up, one of Dr. Woopner's partners in the practice. "Racket ball after work today? I need a rematch." Dr. Woopner finishes up his notations on the charts. Looking up, "Sure, but are you planning on bring some game with you this time?" Referencing the pounding Robert gave Richard last time. As they converse, Sam walks up "Again, thanks Doc.!" As Sam pats him on the shoulder. "My pleasure" as Dr. Woopner casually hands Sam his prescription. Sam moves to the counter and makes the appointment for next month. One month later. A concerned Sam is on the same examination table when Dr. Woopner walks in. "How's things progressing, Sam?" a smiling Dr. asks. Sam lifts his shirt up. "I seem to have another problem!" If Dr. Woopner didn't know any better, he would diagnose Sam with Gynecomastia, or swollen male breasts, but since he was in just a month prior and didn't exhibit these symptoms, Dr. Woopner dug deeper into Sam's charts. That is where he found his, and Sam's, problem. When Sam was there last, Dr. Woopner mixed up the prescription for Sam with Mr./Ms. Robinson. He/She was transitioning from a man to a woman with the new genetic treatment GenentecXX. Somehow, Sam ended up with that prescription, not the one for his kidney stones. The dread that Dr. Woopner felt was that it's been almost a month that Sam has been taking the wrong prescription, if it had been caught in a week, Sam could have easily stopped the treatment and he wouldn't have noticed a thing. But now, the genetic changes have started, and can't be reversed. That was the breakthrough the pharmaceutical company made, once the genetic change bonded with the patient, after 2 weeks, it was permanent. To continue taking the drug furthered the permanent changes, but there was no way back. Dr. Woopner, even with his genius, was subject to human mistakes. The staff silently called him Dr. Whoopsie for some of his past mistakes. Luckily, the staff was there to catch and correct some minor incidents. But this one, a big one, got past them. Luckily Sam's health and life are not in danger, but his self identity is now in Dr. Whoopsie's hands. Unfortunate for Sam, Dr. Woopner has been called in front of the medical board, one more incident and his license could be revoked, this one is big enough for that to happen. He couldn't chance Sam filing a report. Dr. Woopner excuses himself from the examination room, tells Sam that he'll be right back. Returning a few moments later, he tells Sam, "In doing some reading on the medicine you've been taking, this is one of the rare side effects, didn't you read the paperwork when you picked up the prescription?" Sam hangs his head. "Come on doc, who reads that?" "Well, it could have eliminated some concern on your part, but there is some help." Doc reaches into his lab coat pocket and pulls out a blister pack with 2 pills and hands it to Sam. "Take these now, they're another formulation with less side effects." Sam starts to read the pharmaceutical companies description on the label "For the post treatment of kidney stones, 2 pills twice a ...." Yada, yada, yada Sam thinks as he fumbles with getting the pills out of the plastic. The Dr. turns around to the sink and grabs a paper cup. Unseen to Sam is that the Dr. pulls out a small bottle of Prohypnol, the liquid derivative of Rohypnol, but much more effective. He's used it for some of his other patients in their transitioning, to help alleviate some stress, but there he only uses a single dose. The Dr. puts a double dose in to the empty cup then fills it with water. Slapping the pills into the back of his mount, Sam takes the cup and quickly washes down the pills. "So, this will take care of my itchy chest?" Leaning back against the wall, a feeling of calm comes over him. He smiles and starts to look around the room. As he takes in his breaths, his eyes start to blink slowly as his thoughts start to vacate his head. Dr. Woopner starts some small talk, waiting. Sam slowly blinks and slowly turns his head to acknowledge him, a slight smile on his lips, he's feeling, and thinking, nothing. "Sam, you feel fine." Sam just looks at him. "Sam, Dr.'s orders, You .... Are .... Feeling ... Fine." Sam slowly echoes back "I'm.. Feeling.. fine." As that thought just entered his head. "Sam, listen closely to your Dr., your Dr. is always right, you always listen to what your Dr. tells you and you will do whatever your Dr. tells you. Your Dr. is always right." Sam softly replies "Of course, my Dr. is always right." "Listen closely, your sensitive nipples are a perfectly normal side effect, do not concern yourself about them, let your treatment run its course." Sam sleepily responds "let treatment run its course." "Any prescription I give you is to help you. You will take all medicine that I prescribe. The Dr. knows best. You completely trust your Dr." "Yes Dr., I trust you." "I want you to make an appointment for each week. Nothing to be concerned about, just follow-ups. You will happily attend each visit. Each visit I will give you a vitamin booster, you will always take. This is for better health." "Yesssss. Vitamins for better health." Dr. Woopner pulls out another vial from his lab coat, places several drops in another empty cup and fills it with water, it's the antidote to the Prohypnol to bring him out quickly. If he let the Prohypnol run its course, it would take 4-6 hours and the subject would slowly come out of their state. But until then, Sam would be subject to its effects, carrying out anyone's suggestions or any idea he's told to think, the Dr. needed him back now. Leaning in to Sam, he says "You will forget this conversation, it never happened, but you will carry out all of my instructions. When you open your eyes, you will feel fine and will be happy to see me. You are always happy to see me." "Happy to seeeee you." As a smile is on Sam's face. The Dr. leans him back against the wall. Giving the cup to Sam, he drinks it, the Dr. takes the cup. Sam snaps out of his stooper to see the Dr., a feeling happiness comes over Sam. "Hey, you nodded off for a moment, getting enough sleep?" Sam and the Dr. have a light conversation on Sam's condition, Sam is no longer concerned and trusts the good Dr.. The next week.. The Dr. walks into the exam room, a concerned Sam is sitting on the exam table. "Doc, you gotta do something about this." As Sam lifts his tee shirt to show the Dr. his chest. What is obvious is that Sam is sporting a pair of A-cups with widened areola's. Dr. scans them from a distance, turns to the sink and unseen to Sam pulls out a bottle of the Prohypnol. He places a few drops in a paper cup then fills it with water. Turning, he then pulls out a pill bottle with vitamins in it, takes out 2 pills, hands them to Sam. "First things first, your vitamins." "Oh, yeah." As Sam takes them and downs the spiked water. "So, explain to me your concerns," the Dr. asks. As Sam finishes the water, he drops his arm with the cup "Doc! Don't you see my chest?" As he points to his torso. "This could seem a bit embarassssss-ingggggg...." As Sam's eyes lumber to stay open. He slowly blinks and turns to the Dr. He smiles. "Oh, hi Doc," he groggily states. "Sam, the inflammation in your chest is normal, nothing for you to be concerned about." Sam mouths back, "No concern." The Dr. reaches out and lightly cups his hand around one of his tits. He starts to lightly massage it and lightly tweaks a nipple. "In fact, you think they feel really good." Sam lightly bites his bottom lip and arches his back slightly. "Mmmm, feels good." "Sam, do they still itch." "A little bit, rubbing against my shirt." "Sam, you will start using your girlfriend's half slip top as a tee shirt under your regular shirts. This is normal. This will feel really good and it will cure your itching." "Slipsss feel good." "Sam, from now on, when you enter the examination room, you will remove all of your clothes, including your undergarments. Then you will put on an examination gown. This is normal." "Putting on a gown is normal." The next week, Sam introduces Dr. Woopner to another 'small' problem. Pulling up his exam gown, he reveals a smallish penis. Under the prohypnol, Sam is somewhat unemotional, but Dr. Woopner knows this would be concerning to his male ego. "Sam, because of your medication, this is a normal side effect. Is it causing you any discomfort?" "A little embarrassment, it's taking me much longer to stand at the urinal." "Well then, the solution is to just sit down to pee. Sam, from now on, you find it normal and comfortable to sit down on a toilet to pee. Standing to pee is tiring and unnecessary. You're a smart man, and smart men sit down to pee." Sam is nodding his head in affirmation. "Sitting to pee is smart." As Sam is standing there, the Dr. is noticing other changes. The hair on Sam's arms is much lighter, as is his facial hair. And he seems to think his fingers and hands are a bit smaller too, more feminine. Overall, it looks like he lost weight, and possibly a little height. "Sam, the latest fad is for men to have longer hair. You want to keep up with the latest fads. Sam, you will let you hair grow out, as it gets longer, you will pull it into a bun, you like the look." "Like longer hair," he echoes back. Dr. Woopner notices the neatly folded pile of clothes on the chair, on top is the half slip Sam has been wearing. "Sam, remove the exam gown, I must do a full exam." He complies. Standing there, his areola's are more prominent than before, donning the growing chest. Dr. Woopner reaches out and cups a breast, taking the nipple in between his fingers and starts to roll it. "You previously reported discomfort in your chest, how is it now with you wearing the half slip?" With a bit labored breathing, Sam replies, "It feels.... much better.... now." Sam slightly thrusts out his chest and rolls his shoulders in reaction to the massage. The Dr. looks down and notices Sam's impish penis is starting to stand at attention. "How does this feel, be honest." Licking his lips, and breathing deeper, "Good." The Dr. can see Sam's hands casually swings back and forth towards his penis. "Sam, let your hands do what you want them to do. It's good." Sam's right hand latches onto his cock, engulfing it. Sliding his hand up and down, massaging it with his delicate fingers. Dr. Woopner moves behind Sam, still massaging the one tit, he then reaches around with his other hand and massages the both from behind. "I have to compare both tissues," he explains. The dual stimulation on his chest, coupled with Sam's hand job is making his cock rock hard. Sam's breathing becomes more rapid. Dr. Woopner rolls both nipples between two fingers while cupping each tit. Sam moans. The Dr. says, "Not yet, hold it......... hold it. Do as the Dr. tells you." Sam's breathing deepens, he bites his lower lip. After a few moments of this, the Dr. whispers into his ear, "Release." Sam's hips spasm as he squeezes his contents into the palm of his hand. His breathing slows down, with deepened breaths, it starts to return to normal. "Sam, bring your right hand up to your nose and open it." Obediently, Sam raises his warm spunk covered palm to his nose. "Sam, breath in deep. You love that aroma. You enjoy breathing it in." Sam inhales thru his nose, a smile appears on his lips. "Sam, stick out your tongue and taste it. You enjoy the taste of it." Sam sticks out the tip of his tongue and takes in a bit. Rolling his tongue around his mouth, he's pleased. "Sam, walk over to the sink, wash your hand and clean up your penis." Sam slowly walks over, still with his hand in front of his face. Unseen to the Dr., Sam sticks out his tongue again and take a long lick of his palm, taking in most of its content. Sam is savoring the new delicacy he's been introduced to. After he's cleaned, some final instructions. "Sam, you know that your male underwear is causing you discomfort. After leaving here, you will stop at a department store and purchase 3 sets of silk women's panties." Sizing Sam up, the Dr. guesses at his female equivalent. "Buy one pack each of size 8, 10 and 12. If the clerk asks, tell them that you're guessing at her size. At home, try on each size. Whichever size fits comfortably, you will start wearing them. Throw out all of your male underwear. Then go back to the store later and buy 3 more packs of the size that fits." The Dr. reinforces Sam's trust in him. Over the following weeks, he slowly turns it from a professional Dr./patient relationship to inviting Sam to racquetball. He has to keep a close eye on his unintended patient. One day, Dr. Woopner has a meeting scheduled in his office with a Cynthia Stone. Sitting in the office is a beautiful young lady with a few questions for him. "So, Ms. Stone, what can I do for you today?" "It's my boyfriend, Sam, he's a patient of yours, I'm concerned for him." Dr. Woopner sits back and realizes Sam's girlfriend is an unintended consequence of his accident. Noticing the sweat on Cynthia's brow, he chimes in "It's quite a heat wave we have now. Let me get you something." He rises up and gets a cup of cold water from the cooler. Reaching into his pocket, he places a few drops of liquid Prohypnol into the water. Turning around, he extends his arm to her. "Please, I don't want to treat someone for heatstroke." Cynthia, trusting in the Dr., reluctantly takes the cup and downs it's refreshing contents. Dr. Woopner walks back behind his desk and sits. "So, as I was saying, I'm concerned about Sam. He said the prescriptions have some sides effects, but that he's....... not....... concer.... nnnned." As Cynthia starts to succumb to its effects. Sitting there, blank faced, Dr. Woopner takes control. "Cynthia, you trust me, Sam's Dr.." "I trust you" "Cynthia, Sam's side effects are OK, in fact, you like the changes." "I like the changes." "Sam looks nicer, softer. You like softer." "Yes, softer." She smiles. "When Sam finishes his medication, he will be OK. You must ensure he takes his medicine. It's very important to help him take his medicine. " "Help with medicine." "Cynthia, you will make an appointment each week to meet with me to update me. It's important for Sam's health." "Meet each week." Dr. Woopner gets another cup and places the antidote in it, giving it to Cynthia, he instructs her to drink. After she's finished with the water, he sits back into his chair and waits. Cynthia begins to blink and come out of her fog. "You see, you needed that. You zoned out for a second with that cold water. You needed it," he says. "I guess so," she responds. "So Ms. Stone, you know with Dr./Patient relationship, I can't expand on his diagnosis or treatment with you. I know you're his live-in girlfriend, but unless he signs a release, I can't divulge any information." Smiling, "I know Dr. I just wanted to give you some feedback on how well his recovery is going." "That's great, not too many spouses or partners will go thru the trouble to talk with me." Cynthia expands on Sam's changes, Dr. Woopner assures her that all will be OK when he finishes his treatment. She agrees to come back each week to update him, unknowing she will also be treated. 3 weeks later, as Dr. Woopner suggested to them, under Prohypnol, that Sam should invite him to a Friday night dinner, and he happily accepts. It's Friday evening, Sam and Cynthia are preparing for dinner with the good Dr.. A knock on the door, Sam walks over to open. Seeing Dr. Woopner upon opening the door, Sam smiles. "Hello Dr. Woopner, please come in." As Sam motions with his hand. "Why thank you, and please, call me Robert, we're not at the office now." Even though he has his briefcase. In the other hand, a bottle of wine for dinner. The aroma's of dinner fill his nose. "Smells wonderful." "Thank you, I hope you enjoy." Robert walks over to the counter and opens the bottle, gathering 3 wine glasses, he places a generous amount of Prohypnol in 2 of them, unseen by the hosts. Then he pours. Taking the unlaced goblet, he motions for the pair to take the remaining. "To a wonderful dinner and an enlightening night." He raises his glass, as do his hosts, and they sip. Several minutes later, after a few more sips, the effects are obvious. One more sip, Robert raises his glass towards Cynthia in the kitchen, "And to our wonderful chef." As he takes a sip, on queue the pair slowly raise their glasses and start to sip. "That's it, a nice long sip. Keep drinking." The pair comply, keeping their wine glasses at their lips, taking sip after sip. "Very good, put your glasses down." As the pair slowly lower their glasses onto the counter. "Cynthia, turn off the stove and come sit here on the couch. Sam, put the plates down and sit next to Cynthia." The duo quietly perform as instructed. Sitting calmly on the couch, Robert stands in front of them. "We are going to have a wonderful night." The pair echo back in stereo 'wonderful night'. Robert opens his briefcase and pulls out several pages, these are instructions for Cynthia to read, but he has to present it to her in a form she would accept. "Cynthia, this is a very interesting medical article on healthy relationships. Please read it. Your Dr. wants you to have a healthy relationship with Sam." Handing it to Cynthia, she takes it and starts to read. She silently reads the title 'All Boyfriends Want to be more Feminine.' Reading the body of the text 'Whether they know it or not, all boyfriends want their girlfriends to help them become more feminine. This is to help the boyfriend become closer to the woman. Each woman must direct their boyfriend for best results. I must do all I can to help Sam. I must be in control and guide Sam. " Cynthia keeps on reading silently, with great interest. "Sam, take my hand and stand up." Doing so, Robert leads him into their bedroom. "Take off your shirt." Complying, Sam stands there in Cynthia's half slip top and his silk panties. Viewing Sam, Robert states "now take off the rest of your clothes and underwear." Diligently, Sam removes the clothing, standing there with B-cup breasts and a poor excuse for a penis. "Bring me Cynthia's sexiest slip." Sam rummages thru her lingerie drawer and pulls out a silk lace slip. "Put the slip on, it's normal for you to wear it." Sam throws it over his head and lets it fall over is naked form. Robert takes his hand and sits him down at Cynthia's vanity. "Undo your hair bun." And Sam lets his hair fall past his shoulders. Robert takes Cynthia's hair brush and places it in Sam's hand. "Look into the mirror. Brush your long hair. Brush it nice and slow, you enjoy the view of you brushing your long hair. Brush your hair until I return." Sam softly smiles at his reflection and dutifully draws the brush thru his hair as instructed. Returning to Cynthia on the couch, she's completed reading the 'article'. "Cynthia, do you understand?" "Yes Dr., Sam wants to be closer to me so I must guide him." She states in a mono-tone voice. "Yes, but you must do more that guide, you must control all of his home life, you must lay out his clothes in the morning, have him watch your TV shows, read your books and magazines. Understood?" "Yes, Dr." "To start, his work clothes, he must wear feminine underwear, and you can start substituting masculine looking blouses. Over time, you can introduce slacks and pumps. The Dr. will tell you when you can start to send him to work with makeup when he goes to work, understood?" "Yesss, dress Sam for his day." "But at home and on his days off, you have free reign over his looks, you are in charge. Do you understand? "Yes Dr., I'm in charge." "Come with me." Robert takes her hand and guides her up off the couch, Aas he passes by Sam's wine class on the table, he casually picks it up. He leads her into her bedroom where Sam is diligently attending to his hair. Leading Cynthia to the vanity, standing next to Sam, he takes Sam's brush hand and motions him to stop. Robert extends his hand with the wine glass "Sam, you left this in the other room, please have a nice, long sip." Sam takes the glass and obliges the good Dr. "Cynthia, please assist Sam in getting ready for dinner." As Robert casts his hand over the contents of the vanity. "Yes Dr." Sam lowers the glass from his lips, Robert takes it from him. He turns to Cynthia and hands it to her "finish this, please." As Sam absorbs another dose of the spiked wine, "Sam, you trust Cynthia completely, she knows best, she is very smart. Let her help you get ready for dinner. She makes all of your decisions. Do you understand?" "Yes Dr., Cynthia knows best." As he casts his eyes to the mirror to see Cynthia finishing the drink. He smiles. Cynthia gives the glass back to Robert and reaches for the curling iron. Robert opens Cynthia's lingerie drawer and pulls out a selection of bras and thongs, places them on the bed. He steps to her closet, opens the door and removes a selection of dresses, skirts and shirts for her to choose. He repeats his actions with several neutral colored heeled sandals from the bottom of her closet. He's not versed in fashion sense, he'll leave that up to Cynthia. "Cynthia, Sam wants your best make-over, choose from these." As he motions to the contents of the bed. Cynthia pauses, curling iron wrapped with Sam's hair in hand, she nods in acknowledgement. 30 minutes later, the pair emerge from the bedroom. Cynthia standing tall beside her work. Sam, with eyes cast down, hands fidgeting at his sides, slowly looks up at Robert. Looking up and down at feminine Sam, he's surprised at what Cynthia did. With a blouse, open enough to show cleavage, a knee high skirt and 3 inch heels, Sam could definitely pass as a women if one didn't realize his situation. Cynthia actually did a good job with makeup, getting him to wear some eye shadow and a light lip gloss. "Cynthia, Sam looks wonderful." Hearing that put a smile on both of their faces. Robert walks over with 2 wine spiked wine glasses, it's been a little while since their last glass, Robert wants to ensure full cooperation. Handing the glasses to the ladies, "Try this vintage." He says with a smile. As they sip, "That's right, it's delicious, keep sipping. You can't stop sipping." Both finish their wine and pause as they sink back into thoughtlessness. "When I say the phrase 'Two Good Girls', you will stop what you are doing and sit next to each other on the couch. When you sit down, you will hold each others' hands. Do you understand?" "Yes, Dr., sit on the couch" "When you clasp the others' hand, both of you count out loud starting at 10 and ending at zero. Do you understand?" "Yes, Dr., count down from 10 to zero." "As you count down from 10, you will become increasingly sleepy, your eyelids will become increasingly heavy, you will not be able to keep them open. You will become more and more relaxed as you count down. Do you understand?" "Yes, Dr., more relaxed." "When you speak the word Zero, you will enter the state you are currently in, happy and obedient to your Dr. Do you understand?" "Yes Dr., happy and obedient." "After you speak the word Zero, you will say to me '2 good girls for 1 good Dr., do you understand?" "Yes, good Dr." Robert takes Sam's hand, "please follow me." Robert leads Sam to the bathroom and stands him in front of the toilet. "Sam, lower your underwear and sit down on the toilet." Sam reaches under his skirt with both hands and lowers his thong to his knees. Raising his skirt, he sits on the toilet seat. "Sam, the wine made you sleepy, you dozed off while peeing. When you hear Cynthia say 'Dinner's Ready', you will wake up, refreshed. You'll tell her that you'll be right out. You will finish peeing and come out for dinner. Do you understand?" "Yes Dr., come out after peeing." Robert leaves and closes the door. Turning his attention to Cynthia, he tells her a similar story, that the wine made her sleepy and she nodded off on the couch. She will wake refreshed and finish dinner. Robert, sitting in an adjoining seat, tells her, "Cynthia, wake up. Cynthia, are you ok?" Fluttering her eyes open and taking a deep breath, Cynthia awakens, embarrassed she dozed off. She excused herself and finished dinner. A few minutes later "Dinners Ready!"Sam, on the toilet, snaps awake "I'll be right out." And lets his pee flow. After a delicious dinner, Robert leans back in his chair, and says "A good dinner with 2 good girls." They stop what they are doing and place their forks down. Silently, both rise up and separately make their way to the couch. Sitting down next to each other, they clasp hands as previously instructed. In unison, with monotone voices "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...0" As Robert instructed, they fought keeping their eyes open, but failed. They started to say in unison "2 good g... for 1 good Dr." but Sam stumbled, confusion on his face. Cynthia had no problems saying "'2 good girls for 1 good Dr." "Sam, what's wrong?" "Dr., I'm a man, not a girl." Robert stands up, and walks to Sam, he pulls a nasal spray bottle from his pocket, and tells Sam that his nose is dry and he needs to spray once in each nostril. Sam takes the bottle and snorts up one squirt into each side. This is the fastest and strongest path to the brain for the Prohypnol. Sam almost instantly takes in a deep breath as it takes effect. "Sam, look at me." Slowly, he hypnotically complies. "Sam, they are just words, after you count to zero, you will say '2 good girls for 1 good Dr.', after you say those words, you will feel happy that you did as told, do you understand?" "Yes Dr., I'll feel happy." "Cynthia, when you wake up, you will ask Sam to clean up after dinner, Sam, you will happily clean off the table and clean the kitchen, since Cynthia did most of the preparation, you'll clean up." "Yes, I'll clean up." "Yes Sam, cleaning makes you happy." Sam smiles "Happy." "Sam, remember that Cynthia is a smart woman, you feel happy doing what she tells you to do." The Dr. leaves Sam under the effects of the Prohypnol, he will seem awake, but will be under the control of both of them. He grabs Cynthia's spiked wine from the table offers it to her and instructs her to drink. The Dr. says "When I count down from 3 to Zero, you will awake, refreshed. You will not remember this conversation. 3...... 2.......1...... 0" Sam and Cynthia's eyes flutter open, Cynthia places her hand on Sam's skirted knee, "Sam, be a sweetheart and clean the kitchen?" "Of course honey, you made dinner, that's the least I could do." Sam rises up off the couch to do as requested. Robert mentions to Cynthia "She's wearing one of your nice blouses, have her take it off while cleaning so she doesn't get it dirty." Cynthia rises up and walks into the kitchen "Sam, I don't want that blouse to get dirty, please take it off and give it to me." Sam's hands automatically respond to Cynthia's request "But, we have company." Robert chimes in "No need to worry, I'm a Dr., remember, I've seen you naked." Sam slides the blouse off his arms and hands it to Cynthia, now standing in the kitchen, his chest clad only in a lacey bra. Robert rises up and walks up behind Cynthia. "Sam, you wouldn't want to get that skirt dirty. Please give it to Cynthia." Nervously, Sam slides the skirt down his legs and steps out of it, gingerly handing it to Cynthia. "Sam, close your eyes, Sam, listen to me, you are very comfortable cleaning like this. Wearing only underwear is very comfortable and smart." Sam's demeanor changes, now standing there only in a pair of heels, bra and a thong concealing the small bulge that was once his proud cock. Sam starts to clean the kitchen in his comfortable attire. The Dr. reaches out for Cynthia's hand, "Show me the view from your patio." She grabs his hand and he pulls her up to meet him in his eyes. They politely smile at each other and head for the patio. On the patio, Cynthia is softly sipping her wine, the Dr. making small talk on their view as she unknowingly maintains her control state. The Dr. walks up behind her, tells her to take another long drink, she complies. Taking the glass from her hand, he places it on the patio table. Leaning in from behind, he whispers into her ear "Sam is your boyfriend, and you are guiding him, helping him to become closer to you. You are dedicated to helping him." "Yes, helping him." "How has sex been with him, your Dr. wants to know." "It started out great, but lately it's been more cuddling and heavy petting, which is nice." "Cuddling is nice, but you desire more than Sam can offer now." "Desire more." "Yes, being close to your boyfriend is nice, but a woman desires a strong man. And remember, you are a woman." "A woman desires a strong man." She lightly smiles. Robert reaches up from behind and starts to fondle a tit. Cynthia's breath becomes a bit deeper and erratic. Her nipples harden. Robert takes his free hand and takes one of her hands, brings it around her back and places it on the bulge in his pants. He motions her hand to stroke his bulge, she automatically obliges. He then takes his hand and places it under her skirt, stroking her pussy thru her thong. Her breathing becomes more labored. He could take her here, but that could jeopardizes his plans, so he'll plant thoughts and feelings to realign her focus, so she'll believe it's her doing. Pulling her back in close to his chest, he tells her "The Dr. is a good looking man. Every time you see the bulge in his crotch, you lick your lips. When you fantasize what size his cock is, you smile as you imagine what it looks like. It makes you feel good to fantasize about the Dr." Robert lets the evening run its course without much further direction, although he 'suggested' to Cynthia to have some playtime with Sam after Robert leaves. To show him the eroticism of having his own bra and panties being slowly removed by their dominate lover. And to demonstrate the pleasures of the new erogenous zones on his chest. Robert finishes with some final instructions for Cynthia. "Cynthia, tomorrow, when the two of you awake, you will feel very content. You will insist that Sam goes on an adventure and you will be his guide. Do you understand?" "Yes." "You will take him shopping at the mall. You will insist he wears lingerie, your blouse, slacks and shoes with at least a 2 inch heel. You will leave his hair down. Understand?" "Yes." Robert continues to instruct Cynthia as to the next day's events, telling Cynthia that she will show Sam what a woman's day at the mall is like, a girls day out together.. When finished, he leaves Cynthia on the couch, listening to his prepared recording for her. Sam is finished cleaning the kitchen, as requested. Sam is still lightly under the Prohypnol. Robert takes out the spray and suggests to Sam to takes a quick squirt. Allowing it a moment to take effect, Robert tells Sam "You are an adventurous person. You enjoy taking a path you haven't taken. You trust Cynthia to lead you down that path. Cynthia is a smart woman, she knows best. Doing what Cynthia tells you to do makes Cynthia happy. You are happy when Cynthia is happy. Cynthia is always right." Robert returns to the living room , Cynthia's lips repeating the recording playing in her ears "I trust Robert. The Dr. is always right. I will follow Dr.'s orders. Robert is a handsome man...." Robert removes the headphones. "Slutty Cindy snowballs Sam. Do you understand?" Cynthia has a reaction to his trigger command from his recordings, she takes a deep breath, her demeanor changes. Smiling coyly, she giggles a bit and licks her lips. "Cynthia, go to bed now with Sam, tomorrow you will wake up happy and will take Sam shopping at the mall, understand? "Yes, Dr." With that, Cynthia puts a smile on her face, stands up and walks into her bedroom. Robert dresses himself as he hears soft moaning and giggling in her room, he lets himself out. Waking the next day, Cynthia is laying in bed, facing Sam. A big smile on her face as Sam opens his eyes. "Good morning, sleepyhead." Cynthia leans in and plants a kiss on Sam's lips. "Would you like to go on an adventure today? It would make me very happy." Cynthia says with a smile. "Sure, anything for you." But Sam is unaware of what he's agreed to. As they get ready, Cynthia lays out his clothes for the day on the bed. "What are these for?" He asks. Cynthia walks up and kisses him, "Trust me?" she says with a smile. "Of course I do." "Then get dressed" as she commands him, she waves her hand over her clothes he's supposed to wear. Reluctantly, he dons her clothes. As they are walking in the mall, Sam has butterflies in his stomach, he's thinking 'what if someone recognizes me?'. Holding his head slightly down and shoulders forward, he's trying to be un-noticed. Cynthia allows him to walk slightly in front of her. She notices he's walking like a truck driver. She walks up from behind and stops him, speaking into his ear "Are you nervous"? she asks. He nervously shakes his head up and down, causing his hair to bobble at his shoulders. "Calm down, there's nothing to be nervous about." He blinks with her suggestion, the butterflies subside. "Stand up straight, shoulders back. Walk with one foot in front of the other, lightly swing the back foot around to the front. Let it flow." With that, she lightly pushes him forward to start him walking again. Taking her 'suggestions', he's standing up straighter, unknowingly thrusting his chest out, presenting his budding cleavage under his blouse. Sam can feel the underwire cinch up as his shoulders pull back on the bra straps. As he adjusts the gate of his walk, his legs have more of a swing to them, as does his hips. With each swing of his leg, his hip tosses up as he flows forward. His skirt sways a bit more with the enhanced leg and hip action, causing a bit more air flow that Sam notices in his open nether regions. Cynthia is pleased with her suggestion. Walking up, Cynthia stops in front of the beauty salon. "You need a wash and a cut, follow me." Sam can do nothing but follow her, she's so smart. "These people know what they're doing, let them do their thing." She says as she runs her fingers thru Sam's hair. "Okay" is all he can say. "Relish in being pampered for a day" Cynthia says. After the wash and cutting off his dead ends, Cynthia has them thread his brows, and gives him a mani-pedi, with some slight extensions on his nails. Later, a 'Chick-Flick' movie at the mall Cineplex. Surprisingly, Sam was mildly interested in it. Before the day's end, Cynthia takes Sam thru several department stores. Sam now has several outfits that fit him properly. Including some proper fitting heels. As for lingerie, Cynthia bought some extra sexy sets and a Teddy that will accent Sam's profile a bit better. The next office visit Cynthia had with Dr. Woopner, Cynthia is sitting on the exam table in the customary exam gown. Using the same 'vitamin' excuse, Dr. Woopner asks. "Cynthia, Sam is starting to more feminine, isn't he? He's starting to understand you more, correct?" She slowly nods and answers "yes." "But you don't want him more feminine that you, right?" "No, I'm the girl." She groggily replies "Cynthia, what part of the female body helps define being a woman?" She pauses, "her breasts?" "Good Girl, yes, her breasts." Cynthia smiles being called a 'Good Girl'. "So, Cynthia, you need to be more feminine than Sam, right?" "Yes." "So to be more feminine, you need bigger breasts." He states. "I need bigger breasts." "Cynthia wants bigger breasts, Cynthia needs bigger titties" as he tweaks a nipple thru the gown. Cynthia breathes in at the sensation. "Cynthia, repeat after me, Cynthia wants bigger titties." He reaches out with both hands and tweaks both nipples, which are starting to stiffen under the gown. Taking in a big breath, "I want bigger titties." Again, another tweak, reinforcing the feeling. Cynthia lightly sways her shoulders, shaking her torso. He states "Cynthia needs bigger titties." She echoes "Cynthia needs bigger titties." As she giggles at the feelings. "Also, a woman has long hair. Do you understand? You want to be more feminine, so you need longer hair. Do you understand?" He reaches out and lightly runs his fingers thru her hair, pulling it down to her shoulders. "Yes, longer hair." "Cynthia, I'm prescribing you some vitamins to help you get what you want. Vitamins are for good feminine health, do you understand?" "Yes." "Cynthia, you will take these vitamins everyday, understand?" "Yes, everyday." Noticing her lips are on the thin side, he retrieves what looks to be tube of lip balm from a drawer. "Cynthia, remember you told me that you had chapped lips." With the idea implanted she quietly answers 'Yes', mainly because the doctor is always right. "Cynthia, here is some medicated lip balm. You are to apply is at night, after you remove your lipstick. Do not lick your lips for 5 minutes. You may kiss Sam and you can share with Sam, but both of you must do it at night before bed, do you understand?" "Yes, at night, kiss Sam." As she smiles at the thought. What Cynthia doesn't know is that the lip balm actually is medicated to induce swelling in lips. Even with Sam sharing, both will have a noticeable enhancement to their lips. Over the next few weeks, Robert attends Friday evening dinners with the pair. Sam's metamorphosis continues, and he even starts to dress himself in the feminine attire that Cynthia and he have been purchasing on their mall outings. This last outing, Cynthia convinced him to get his ears pierced. Sam sat in the chair and automatically crossed his legs at the knees, placed his hands in his skirted lap and sat up straight, presenting his ever expanding chest, just like a proper lady. Cynthia has also needed more clothes, especially lingerie. Dr. Woopner has prescribed her 'Vitamins' on her second visit to his office. Her tits have grown 1 cup size every 2 weeks. This last visit she noted the discomfort to him, he gave her a cream to massage into her tits each evening, telling her it will ease the discomfort. But the LactMax she applies will accelerate the swelling, causing her to purchase bras in the EE range. Of course, he told her it was all ok and that she actually likes the added attention. In fact, she's able to give her old bras to Sam since he's outgrowing his at the same pace. One Friday event, after dinner and the obligatory dosing, Robert leads Cynthia into the bedroom and has her strip off her clothes, leaving on only her thong. He sits her on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. He places headphones over her ears and starts a recording he prepared for her to listen to. Sam, still in the kitchen, has automatically stripped off his blouse and skirt to wear his customary cleaning attire of bra, thong and now sporting 5 inch heels, has finished the kitchen. He's even starting to accessorize with bracelets, dangling earrings and matching cleavage magnet. Over the past few sessions, Sam has come to appreciate doing the domestic duties of the house. Cleaning and doing laundry in lingerie or in the buff has become commonplace for Sam, he finds himself very happy and humming to himself as he performs his duties. Robert places Sam under his control, takes his manicured hand and leads him into the bedroom, where Cynthia is mouthing the script Robert has playing in her headphones. Sitting Sam on the bed, facing Cynthia, who is content in her own world, she's oblivious to their actions. Robert sits behind Sam on the bed, he takes out a nasal spray and gives Sam a fresh dose, then starts to talk to him in his ear. "Sam, you're 24 years old, you have a lot of responsibilities and that causes you a lot of stress." "Yes, a lot of stress." "Sam, think back to when you were 20 years old. You were younger, and you had less stress, you like having less stress." Sam slightly smiles and nods, "Less stress." "Sam, when I touch your shoulder, you'll feel like you're 20 again." The Dr. touches Sam's shoulder, he takes a deeper breath as he absorbs his memories at 20. "But Sam, you still had stress at 20, think back to when you were 15." As he says 15, he touches his shoulder. "At 15, you had less stress, just going to school and doing your household chores." "High school" Sam nods. "Sam, but you still had stress at 15, listen to me, now you're 10 years old." The Dr. repeats touching Sam's shoulder. "At 10 years old, things were easier, just grade school, playing with your friends and being on time for supper, right?" "Yes, riding our bikes." Sam smiles as he relives those memories. "But Sam, remember you didn't like the homework, that still caused you stress." Sam frowns a bit, remembering the stupid homework. Touching Sam's shoulder "Now you're 5 years old, you're in Kindergarten, you made a lot of friends on the playground." Sam recalls going up and down on the see-saw, he has a silly, childish smile on his face. "But Sam, what's better is 3 years old." Touching his shoulder. "You are now 3 years old, playing with your own toys at home in your living room." Sam's face beams thinking he's playing with his cars and fire trucks on the living room floor. Touching his shoulder again "But now you're 2 years old, at 2, you were happy with mommy." Reliving those memories, Sam is walking while holding mommy's hand. "Sam, you can still hear me, you still understand what I'm saying. But you still have stress, having to feed yourself." Touching his shoulder "But at 1, now mommy does a lot more for you." Sam is reliving sitting in a highchair, mom is spoon feeding baby food to him. His body motions while sitting on the bed become unsteady, his head motion a bit jerky since he's now emulating a 1 year old. "But Sam, some of the food mommy feeds you is yukky, at 6 months old, mommy doesn't feed you that yukky stuff. Mommy plays a lot with you." As the Dr. touches his shoulder, Sam slumps back, losing control of his balance, thinking he's 6 months old now. "Sam, things are confusing at 6 months old, so much is happening that you don't understand, you're frustrated." Touching for the last time, the Dr. reaches up and taps his shoulder, "at 1 month, you have no worries, mommy takes care of everything. You are now 1 month old and you let mommy do everything, you are happy." Sam's body slumps back into the Dr., as he braces Sam. He's lost all control and can't balance himself anymore. Robert gently lays Sam down on his side, laying his head in Cynthia's lap. Her nipple in sight, but just out of reach from Sam's lips. Robert gently grasps the headphones and opens them, the audio still playing can be heard "Robert is a handsome man. I love pleasing Robert. I will do anything he says." Robert reaches down to his cell phone and stops the audio. He leans in and whispers into her ear. "Cynthia, a beautiful baby girl is laying in your lap. She's one month old. When you open your eyes, you will see a beautiful one month old baby girl in your lap. Tell me, have your breasts been aching lately?" ""Yesss, they've been sore for the past 3 days. Especially my nipples." "Cynthia, that's your milk filling your breasts. You need to feed your beautiful daughter, Samantha. Nursing your daughter is the most beautiful thing you, as a mother, can do. You will allow Samantha to nurse. It's important to talk to your daughter, tell her how much of a beautiful girl she is. As she suckles, tell her that Samantha is a beautiful name for a beautiful baby girl." "Samantha is a beautiful girl." As she smiles. "Cynthia, as she finishes nursing on your second breast, you'll become very horny." "Very horny." "Yes, it's been a very long time since you've had sex with your man. He's sitting out on the couch. When Samantha is asleep, you'll carefully leave her sleeping on the bed and slip out to the living room." "Carefully slip out." "Yes, there, you'll see your man on the couch, walk up and start to seduce him by dancing for him. You love to erotically dance for him." "Dance for him." "Yes, you want to rock his world. You need to reconnect with him and you'll do anything to do that." "Do anything." "When I kiss your forehead, you'll awake, refreshed, look down and see your baby girl in your lap, do you understand?" "Yes." With that, Robert kisses her forehead. Her eyes flutter open and she takes a refreshing breath. Looking in her lap, she doesn't see an adult Sam, she sees a baby girl Samantha. With her one hand, she lifts her boob and with the other arm she pulls Sam in so his ample lips meet her nipple. Automatically, Sam starts to suckle as Cynthia takes another deep breath at the sensation. A few moments pass, Sam isn't receiving anything. Then, a warmth starts at Cynthia's chest and runs down her breast, ending at her nipple. She feels the tingling of the let down as her milk starts to flow. The gush of the sweet, warm milk sprays in Sam's mouth. Eagerly, he suckles 4 more times, then pauses to swallow. As he repeats his actions, Cynthia admires the 'baby' in her lap. She doesn't see the red lipstick lips wrapped around her nipple, or the mascara and eye liner. She doesn't see the bra-clad cleavage on Sam's chest, she doesn't see the lace thong concealing his pre-pubescent cock, she sees a beautiful baby in a onesy. "That's my beautiful baby girl. Drink up, Samantha. You'll be a beautiful young woman one day." Robert smiles, little did Cynthia know how soon that was going to be. "I'll leave the two of you." He kisses her cheek and leaves the room. Anticipating the upcoming events, Robert downs a double shot of liquid Viagra, he wants to ensure a lengthy performance for tonight. Patiently waiting on the couch, feigning interest in one of Cynthia's magazines, he hears the door behind him quietly latch close. He pauses, Cynthia walks up behind him and places her hands on his chest from behind. She pushes them down past his abdomen to his crotch and she lowers her tits to the sides of his head, making a warm pair of ear muffs for him as they rest on his shoulders. She twists her torso a few times, making her tits shake his head back and forth, a backwards motorboat. Rising up, she saunters around the side of the couch, heavy hip swinging as she makes her way in front of Robert. Facing away from Robert, Cynthia starts to sway to the music in her head. Rotating her hips, showing off the globes of her ass, with the white butt floss buried deep in between. As the show continues, Cynthia caresses her generous tits, jolts of electricity shoot from her nipples to her pussy. A moist spot can be viewed by Robert. With the growing hard-on in his pants, Cynthia dances up inbetween his open legs, Robert casually says with a smile "Cindi's sippy straw." Hearing that, Cynthia stops her gyrations and blinks several times. She starts to lick her lips as if she's now extremely thirsty, she spy's his bulging crotch and drops down to her knees. She enthusiastically opens his pants, pulls down the elastic band of his underwear to reveal his engorged cock. She grasps it with her hand, leans in and presses her pursed lips to his head. Slowly, she presses her head down, lips spreading as his shaft slowly disappears down her throat. A noticeable 'Mmmmmmm' can be heard from Cynthia as she advances to his base. Once she makes it, she starts quickly bobbing up and down, attempting to coax Robert's essence to quench her thirst. Feeling his climax approaching, using his hands on her head to keep her lips at his base he says "Cindi satisfied." A wave of pleasure washes over her, causing her to eagerly swallow as his cock throbs in her mouth. She slowly retreats as another spasm deposits his spunk to coat her tongue. Pausing at his tip, she waits for his contractions to cease, allowing his head to slip past her lips, she pauses as she kisses it. Leaning back she finishes with a final swallow, satisfied. Another Friday evening dinner, Robert has Cynthia retire to the bedroom with headphones to keep her occupied. Robert needs to add more feminine memories for Sam. He sits feminine Sam down on the couch and as before, regresses him to a 16 year old junior in high school. Robert takes out his cell phone and makes a call. "Dr. Strangelove says to come in." Moments later a knock on the door. Robert opens the door to Tom, one of his other patients. Tom is standing there, blank faced, under Prohypnol, Robert instructs him to sit on the couch next to Sam. Sitting on the other side of Sam, Robert whispers into his ear. "Remember, you're 16, sitting in the backseat of a car with Tom. You're nervous, you've never done this before." Sam's breathing deepens because of his nervousness, then he lightly bites his ruby red lip. Robert reaches out to Tom's chin and turns it towards Sam. "Sam, remember, you leaned in and kissed." As Robert lightly presses his shoulder and leans Sam into Tom. As Sam's lipstick red lips meet his, Tom reciprocates and the make out session begins. Robert preloaded Tom with the idea he's 17 and on a car date with a pretty girl , from school, named Samantha. His pre-programming kicks in when he is kissed. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Tom starts palming Sam's tits thru his blouse. In no time, Sam's blouse and bra quickly disappear, with no resistance from Sam. Tom pulls back and awes Sam's rack. Leaning down, he licks an erect nipple, Sam, never feeling a man's mouth on his nipple, inhales deeply and places his dainty hands behind Tom's head, pressing Tom's mouth harder against his tit. The bristle of Tom's 5 o'clock shadow against Sam's soft mammary flesh, mixing with the softness of Tom's moist lips wrapped around Sam's hard nipple drive him wild. The flood of estrogen has Sam mindlessly acting as a 16 year old girl in the backseat of a car. Robert moves things along. "Sam, remember you moved your hand down?" As Robert casually guides Sams hand down onto Toms groin. Once there, Sam automatically lightly fondles and massages Tom's bulge. "Sam, you don't want to go all of the way, but you want Tom to like you. Remember, you unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock." With heavy breathing from both, Sam 'remembers' and performs the actions. "Sam, stop Tom, you're feeling naughty." Sam pushes Tom away with a coy smile on his face. "Sam, remember, he made you feel really good, so you leaned down into his lap." With gentle coaxing from his back from Robert, Sam leans down to Tom's awaiting pole, being held up by Sam's hand. As he reaches there, Sam's lips automatically part and Tom's head easily slides between Sam's ruby red lips. Tom, in response, takes his hands and places them on the back of Sam's head, guiding Sam's actions. After a few moments of affection, Sam can feel Tom tense up and light twitching in Sam's mouth. Seeing the clues, Robert leans in to Sam's ear. "Remember, your friend Cindi told you that you have to hold it in your mouth, count for 5 seconds, then slowly swallow." Just then, Sam pauses his bobbing, Tom is pulsing in Sam's mouth, grunting with each spasm. Once done, Sam uses his fingers on Tom's thigh, counts out five fingers, then slowly swallows. Sam, previously conditioned to think that a man's cum was delicious, relishes in the taste as it passes down his gullet. Pulling away from Tom's cock, taking in the wonderful musk of Tom's cum, he raises up and smiles at Tom. Robert instructs Tom to clean up and for Sam to put his bra back on. With Tom out in the hallway, he instructs him to go home, he got lost looking for a friend's house. Giving him the antidote, Robert closes the door as it takes effect. Tom shakes his head, looks around then walks off. Back at the bra clad Sam, Robert gets Cynthia from the bedroom and sits her down where Tom sat prior. Cynthia is dressed in the same manner as Sam, a skirt and bra only. He takes the liquid antidote for the prohypnol, using an applicator, paints each of their lips with it. "Remember, you had another wonderful evening with Robert, now he has left. Now you are having an intimate moment together." He poses each, with hands around the other's back, turning their heads for a passionate kiss. "When you hear the door close, you will feel very horny and start to kiss." Using the antidote on their lips will give them the dose as they kiss and lick their lips. Waking them up in the midst of a passionate kiss. With the click of the door shut, they slowly embrace each other and slowly wake up. After a few moments, Cynthia breaks off "Follow me." As she stands she takes Sam's hand, he follows. Once in the bedroom, Sam see's the leather straps laid out on the bed. Cynthia's programming kicks in. Sam is hers to do with tonight and Sam can't seem to say no. Cynthia is so strong and smart, Sam can only submit to her. A few weeks later, Sam is at his weekly checkup at the Dr.'s office. Unlike his first visit , where he nervously sat on the exam table, hunched forward with his feet swinging in the air. Samantha is in the exam gown, sitting up straight, legs crossed at the knees, hands clasped in her lap, like a proper lady. Dr. Woopner walks in and a smile comes on his face. "So Samantha, how are you feeling today?" He nonchalantly moves to the water cooler to draw a cup of water for her to take her 'vitamins', in the water he puts a half dose of Prohypnol, he needs to finish this and Sam/Samantha needs to have a bridge between the conscious and sub- conscious. He reaches into his lab coat for a final application of the BreastMax and HairMax. "That's just the problem Dr., everyone insists on calling me Samantha instead of Sam! Now you're doing it." "Vitamins first." As he holds out his hands with the pills and the water. Samantha rolls her eyes, but is unable to refuse, she takes the pills and the cup, downs everything and hands the cup back to him. "As I was saying, cashiers refer to me as Miss, Cynthia calls me Samantha and now you're calling.... me ..... um.... Samantha... ummm it's bothing ..... me.... I'm Sam.... Ummm.. I'm a.... guy..." Dr. Woopner pauses for a moment, allowing it to take full effect. "Here, come down off the table." He reaches out and takes Samantha's dainty hand to support as she jumps down onto the floor. The drop is much farther for Samantha than it was for Sam, who was 5'10" when he first visited the Dr., now Samantha is barely 5'5" and 75 pounds lighter at a top heavy 110 pounds. Once on her feet, the Dr. turns her towards a full length mirror in the room. Standing behind her, he un-ties the straps and lets the gown crumple to the floor. "What do you see in the mirror?" he asks as he places his hands on her shoulders. Now speaking slightly slower and abit more deliberate. "Doc-you-and- I-know- these-are-a-side-effect-of-the medicine." As Samantha raises up her hand and gestures at her DD tits. "It's-temporary." "And what about here" as the Dr. lightly places his hand over her neatly trimmed pussy, then lightly strokes up, deliberately dragging on her clit. Samantha takes a sharp breath. "Temporary." Is her only response. "Samantha, think back, your mother, did she refer to you as a baby boy or baby girl?" With meek eyes, "A girl, but-she-always-wanted-a-girl." "And what about your 5th birthday, tell me about that?" "I-got-a-tea-set-and-played-tea-with-mom-and-my-dollies." "And your 12th birthday? What did you get?" "Mom-allowed-me-to-have-nail-polish." As she rolls her thumbs over her French manicured nails, 'remembering' that moment. "And tell me about what comes to mind when you were 16?" Samantha hangs her head, embarrassed to tell him. "You must tell me the truth, its ok." Slowly and softly she answers "I-had-my-first-car-date-and-I-gave- him-a blow-job." "Did you like it?" She meekly nods her head yes. She lightly licks her lips 'remembering' how tasty she thought it was. The Dr. reaches up and pulls the stick keeping Samantha's hair in the neat bun. The hair cascades down her back, the Dr. takes some of the hair from her right and left side, drapes it over each shoulder, causing the hair to drape over each tit. "Look over at your clothes." She turns to view them neatly folded on the chair. The lacey bra and thong. The fire red pin dress with a scoop neckline. Her 4" matching hi-heels on the floor under the chair. "Think about the clothes you wear." Standing behind her again, making her face the mirror, "Think of all of those memories and look at yourself. You're a beautiful young lady with a bit of Gender Dysphoria, you were a little confused because some people called you Sam when you were younger." Those 'memories' are flying thru Samantha's head. She looks at herself in the mirror. The ankle bracelet, the bracelets on her wrists, the dangling earrings, the cleavage magnet necklace, nestled lovingly between her orbs. Her breathing quickens, her eyes roll back into her head as she collapses into the Dr.'s arms. He squats down in place, slowly lowering her to the floor. Her head is twitching a bit, her eyes are darting back and forth as if she's in REM sleep. Her eyes eventually flutter open, looking up at Dr. Woopner, with her head in his lap. "Doc, it's a little inappropriate to have a young lady's head in your lap." She pauses "At the office, that is." She has a devious smile on her lips. "Especially since I'm the only one that is naked." With all of the false memories and a little help from the Prohypnol, Sam's brain rewired itself to accommodate his new reality. "Samantha, you collapsed and I had to catch you, how do you feel?" as he helps her up. "Feeling much better now. I'm not sure what just happened, the past few minutes are a bit foggy, but now I'm clear as a bell." She's standing there, naked in front of the Dr., nipples erect, a moist warmth between her legs, she bends one knee and places one foot on its ball, then places a hand on her hip. She's striking a sexy pose for the Dr. as she eyes him up and down, lightly licking her lips. All are automatic for Samantha, now. "Well, in that case, we're finished here, you can get dressed." As he motions with his hand to the chair with her clothes. A small pouty lip expression comes to her face. She walks over, grabs her thong. Bending down she lifts each leg to thread them thru the loops. Facing away from the good Dr., she straightens her knees, bending over only at her waist, she presents her pussy, bookended by her thighs and topped by her ass cheeks, she slowly raises the thong into position. The dry satin cloth quickly wicks away the warm moisture from her pussy, causing a quick cooling sensation, causing her to clench her pussy a bit. She performs a similar act with her open cup shelf bra, but facing the Dr.. She can't help but notice the bulge in his pants. Threading the dress up her body, it hugs all of her curves, finishing with the heels, she's now eyelevel with him. She saunters up to him, lead by her nipples poking from under the dress. She reaches up and pretends to straighten his tie, looking him square in the eye, "Dinner is still on this Friday, right?" with a flirtatious blink and a smile. "Of course." "Good. Maybe..." she pauses and lightly bites her lip "we can play a game? Mix things up a little?" "Um.. Sure." He replies. Unknown to her, he's been playing games with her and Cindy for the past few months. "Till then." Samantha walks to the door and opens it, she slowly walks out into the hallway, hips swaying in the red dress, 100% woman. A turn of events..... The day before their next dinner date, Cynthia was cleaning out their home computer, it was running out of disk space. Reviewing the files, she realizes they haven't reviewed their home security video footage in some time. They haven't had any problems with the neighbor for some time, so it escaped their attention. Reviewing the video footage on the computer, she stumbles on the camera footage for their living room and reviews their last Friday night dinner with Robert. After 15 minutes of viewing, fast forwarding thru the evening with Robert, Cynthia can't understand why she and Sam did the things she was viewing on the computer. AND, most of all, doesn't remember anything like that from last week. Starting at when Robert came in, she sees Robert spiking their wine from the bottle he retrieved from the bathroom. She inventories the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and finds a bottle she's unfamiliar with. She opens it and sniffs it, there was no noticeable odor. Looking at the label, Prohypnol is unfamiliar to her. She does an internet search and is floored by what she's reading. That next night, Robert was knocking at the door, Samantha walks over and opens it. Robert walks in to see Cynthia starting to pour out some red wine from a decanter into three waiting glasses. She picks up 2 of them and hands them to Samantha, "Sweetheart." Samantha grasps both, turns and hands one to Robert. He was currently holding his customary wine bottle for the evening, but he's liking that Cynthia and Samantha are serving him, he'll let it roll and dose their next glass. Robert and Samantha start to sip their spiked wine. Cynthia follows suit and patiently waits to see its effects on the pair. Nothing at first, but as their glasses empty of its contents, Cynthia notices that both of them start to aimlessly meander around the apartment, then both stop, just standing in different parts of the apartment, staring into space, empty wine glass in hand. "Robert, are you ok?" In a monotone voice "yesss. I'm fine." As he remains standing there, with half open eyes. "Robert, what's wrong with Samantha?" Robert slowly turns his head to view Samantha, standing like a mannequin. "It looks like she's under the effect of Prohypnol." "Prohypnol?" Cynthia quizzically asks, knowing the results of her internet search, wants Robert to tell her. "Tell me about it." Robert starts to spill the beans on the hypnotic controlling effect of Prohypnol. "Have you been giving it to both of us?" "Yes" "For how long?" "Ever since your first visit to my office. Whenever we met, I tried to ensure that the both of you had a healthy dose of it." "Robert, sit on the couch, Samantha, please sit next to him." Cynthia commands Without emotion, the pair make their way to the couch and sit down. "Why did you do this?" "When Sam came to my office for his kidney stones, his prescription became swapped with a prescription for GenentecXX, for another patient of mine transitioning from a man to a woman. After 2 weeks, the effects were permanent, so I needed to complete the transition and I had to convince the two of you this was normal." "Besides the Prohypnol, what else did you do to me?" "I gave you larger breasts and longer hair. I like women with large breasts and long hair." Robert says with a smile. "Then I gave you medicine that made you lactate, so you could nurse Sam when I regressed him to an infant." "Wait! What?! Describe that to me, why did you do that?" "To convince him that he was really a girl, I had to implant deep memories of a girlish childhood. I regressed him to a one month old and had you nurse him to have him bond to you. You constantly told him what a beautiful girl he was, while he suckled. Then I'd periodically regress him to other ages, 6 months, one year, etc. Each time he nursed, you told him he was a beautiful girl. You'd dress him up in skirts and put rags in his hair to curl it. I'd even show him pictures of little girls and tell him they were of him when he was a toddler. You are an authority figure to Samantha, just like a mother. He can't refuse you" Cynthia face is in utter shock. "Samantha is completely submissive to you, like a child. That is unless I give her a trigger phrase." "You programmed trigger phrases, like what?" "If I say 'Samantha sippy straw', Samantha will have an uncontrolled thirst and must sate it by giving me head." At that moment, Samantha's eyes snap open, she's responding to the trigger phrase. She mouths her tongue as if she's severely parched. She stands up, turns and kneels in between Robert's knees, almost pushing Cynthia out of the way. Enthusiastically removing Robert's cock from his pants, she gobbles down his flaccid member, coaxing it to life, he moans with her actions. Robert's face turns from one of no expression to the pleasure of Samantha's lips riding up and down his glistening shaft. "Samantha, stop that." Cynthia chimes. Samantha is unphased by Cynthia's order. "Robert, why won't she obey me, you said she was submissive to me." "She can't stop until I cum into her mouth." Robert replies. Quickly thinking, Cynthia bends down and tells Samantha in her ear, "Do not swallow, you must keep his cum in your mouth." Samantha stutters her actions for a moment, blinks her eyes and slightly nods her head in response as she continues with her head bobs. Robert's body starts to tense up, Samantha pauses at the tip of his cock as it throbs, squirting his warm, salty shake into Samantha's awaiting mouth. "Samantha, look up at me and open your mouth." She turns and looks up at Cynthia, opening her jaw like a hungry baby bird. Cynthia takes her finger and dips into the thick pool in Samantha's mouth. Taking the coated finger, she coats Robert's upper lip, under his nose, holding her finger at his nostrils. "Samantha, close your mouth but don't swallow." "Robert, smell this. This is the most wonderful aroma, you love this smell." Robert inhales deeply thru his nostrils, a smile appears on his lips. "Samantha, give Robert a deep, French kiss." Samantha slightly rises up and approaches Robert's face. "Robert, kiss Samantha, all of Samantha's kisses are the most delicious kisses you've ever tasted. You will eagerly kiss her back." With that, their pursed lips touch, then slightly open as Samantha shares her contents with Robert. In the few moments their lips part with their tongues still entwined, Roberts sticky deposit coats both of their mouths, Robert takes a deep breath and embraces Samantha's lips again, going back in for more of her 'delicious' kisses. Their embrace breaks, Robert pauses, breathing deep from the actions he just performed with Samantha. "Robert, lick your lips clean." Faithfully, he licks the globs of his own cum from the corners of his lips, swallowing, he's savoring the wonderful flavors in his mouth with a 'MMmmmmm'. "Robert, why don't I ever remember these Prohynol sessions?" "That's the beauty of Prohypnol, the subject never remembers conversations or actions. Only the commands implanted become part of their personality. The lighter the command, the easier it's incorporated. If the command drastically conflicts with the subjects' personality, then multiple sessions and deeper Prohypnol applications can eventually override and replace their personality." "Deeper Prohypnol applications? Explain that to me." "While under Prohypnol, if the nasal spray is also applied, the subject would do anything commanded, but when they come out, a bit of their personality is slightly permanently altered, eventually, their reality can be replaced." Cynthia turns to Samantha "Samantha, you're very sleepy, go to bed. Dream of me until I wake you." Samantha yawns, rises up and shuffles off to bed. Cynthia has a nice long conversation with Robert. She has him tell her all of his tricks with using the Prohypnol, she has him write down all of his trigger phases for both of them. Later, she'll have Samantha put her under and read a very specific script to remove the trigger phrases and any devotion Cynthia has towards Robert. She then has Robert give her the nasal spray and she gives him a dose. She instructs Robert to never use those statements again, there is no need to use them. He completely trusts Cynthia and they will continue with the weekly Friday night dinners. But Robert will be the focus of the conversations. One month later, Cynthia walks into the bedroom. Samantha is sitting up against the headboard, topless. Cradling Robert's head to her bosom, he's busy with his evening nursing, clutching his Raggedy Annie dolly, as he's dressed in a pretty red poke-a-dot dress . His hair noticeably longer, thanks to the HairMax he's been taking. He's also 10 pounds lighter, thanks to the daily aerobic classes and the diet pills he prescribes to himself. Cynthia has been walking Robert thru the same regression as he performed on Sam, tonight, Robert believes he's only 2 years old, and he got a Raggedy Annie dolly for his birthday. Cynthia's plot is different, she won't transform Robert, he will do it himself. His new childhood memories will be of him growing up with male parts, but he was always dressed in girl clothing and playing with dolls. Next week at his 'third' birthday, he'll get a Barbie to play dressup with. When she takes him to his school years, he'll remember going to school in neutral clothes, but at home 'Mom' has him change to girls' clothes, which he'll feel soooo comfortable in. This will be "completely normal" for young Robby. In the mean time, Dr. Woopner has been bringing to Cynthia an ample supply of GenentecXXY. This derivative feminizes the subject, but leaves the penis and testicles intact, turning the patient into a beautiful shemale. On the same casting couch Robert used for Sam' car date, Cynthia has Robert reliving his new 'memories', all under Cynthia's direction. During his 'teenage' years, adolescent Robbie will accompany 'mom' on long camping trips. Where Robbie can be free to dress as he pleases, where no one knows who he is. There, a 16 year old Robbie with long hair and wearing dresses with falsies, will have a mid summer nights fling with another teenage camper named 'Mark'. Cynthia utilized the same person Robert used in Sam's car date. After their make out session, not wanting to divulge his true nature, Robbie gives in and gives his first blowjob. Mind you, this was all on the same couch that Samantha 'remembered' her first blowjob. But Robbie remembers it all in the woods. The next night was another milestone for Robbie with Mark. It was their last night together, as Mark's family was leaving the next day. With Robbie on his knees in his best dress, Mark lifts him up and places his hand on Robbie's crotch. "I know..." He says with a smile.. "And I want something more." With that, Mark spins Robbie around, bends him over and lifts Robbie's skirt to reveal the thong strap treading thru Robbie's but cheeks. Pulling it aside, he places the slicked tip at Robbie's virgin rosebud and starts to press on. Cynthia is playing narrator the whole time, with Robbie in reality is bent over the side of their couch. Cynthia reminds Robbie how wonderful it felt to be under Mark's control. As Mark commands his control over Robbie, rhythmically servicing Robbie's ass, he reaches up and grabs a handful of Robbie's long hair and pulls back, wrenching up his head. Cynthia implants new thoughts for Robbie to remember. The bliss of surrender. The elation of having someone else be in control. Robbie reaches up under his own blouse and starts to tweak his nipples under his falsies, imagining himself with the real thing. He 'remembers' it all, like it was yesterday, all with the help of his new life coach, Cynthia. When the time comes, Robert will 'realize' he went into medicine to fix himself, becoming the 'girl' he always felt he should be. By the time he realizes his new true nature, with his hair growth and weight loss, he'll be off to a good start. 6 months later, Robert, now wanting to be called Rebecca, walks thru Cynthia's and Samantha's front door, sobbing. Robert was so thrilled with the results with Samantha, he 'decided' to go full bore with his own transformation. Sam was about one inch taller than Robert when they first met. Now at 5'3", he's now 2 inches shorter than Samantha. Since using HairMax, his wavy mane has grown all the way down to the small of his/her back, currently it's braided because (s)he was just at the office. With her EE tits on her smaller frame, she would seem to have issues with being top heavy. Only when she wears her 4" heels is that an issue, but wearing her professional office pumps, she's worked hard over the past few months to master her balance. Sobbing, with mascara running down her cheeks "They terminated me from the partnership." Rebecca walks up to Cynthia and wraps her arms around her, resting her head on her shoulder. sniffle-sniffle- sniffle. "They had issues with the new me. They couldn't accept that this is what I am, it doesn't affect my work.. But they took issue with me prescribing the GenentecXXY to myself. They said I should have gone thru a neutral doctor, but I know what's best for me.. They just don't understand." She continues to sob on Cynthia's shoulder. Samantha walks into the room, not knowing the situation. "Honey, what's wrong?" Rebecca reiterates her situation, still with her head on Cynthia's shoulder, adding "and my friend Richard was leading the meeting. I feel so betrayed." Samantha says "I see 2 good little girls who behave for me." Rebecca stops sobbing and stands next to Cynthia, both have their eyes closed, holding hands. Both state in a monotone voice; "10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-0...... 2 good little girls for Samantha." "Cynthia, be a good girl and finish the laundry." Cynthia smiles and curtseys "Yes ma'am." As she eagerly trots off to carry out her assignment. Samantha turns to Rebecca and slowly circles her. Samantha stumbled upon Cynthia's control of her the same way Cynthia discovered Robert's control of the pair, she reviewed the security camera footage. Cynthia neglected to stop the recordings or even lock anyone else out of the security system. Samantha did the same thing Cynthia did, dosed Cynthia and Robert/Rebecca with the Prohypnol and extracted their story. Robert continued his transition, but now under the guidance of Samantha, who was fully informed of her own transition from Sam to Samantha, complete with the video footage. After a short time to process all of this new information, Samantha came to grips with her new path, and ensured that Robert will continue on with his path, with her alterations. Samantha ensured Robert took the maximum allowed dose to maximize his transformation, she is the one who added the BreastMax and HairMax cocktail to his prescription regiment. This advanced Robert from a normal 5'5" C-cup she-male to a petite 5'3" EE wide-eyed nymph. Robert will get to experience all of what entails being a woman. And with the Prohypnol, Rebecca will wallow in all of the attention. Samantha takes the spray bottle of Prohypnol from her pocket and hands it to Rebecca. She doesn't have to instruct her to take it, Rebecca automatically takes it and administers a dose in her nose. Her reactions are as if she takes a hit of good weed, her breathing pauses as the thoughts leave her mind like a flock of birds leaving a tree. Her mind is like a sponge, waiting to be filled with whatever Samantha wants. "Robert, you are very tired, you're struggling to keep your eyes open. Robert, sleep.." Rebecca hangs her head as Robert slips off into blissful slumber. Leaning in Samantha whispers in his ear "Robert, you will sleep until you are told to wake up." Samantha leans back and pauses, the heavy breathing of Robert sleeping can be heard as Rebecca's tits rise and fall with each breath. With a slight singing in her whispered voice, as if talking to a beloved child, Samantha says "Rebecca........Wake up.. Rebecca, honey, wake Uuuuuupah." Rebecca takes a deep breath thru her nose, her eyes slowly blink open, still under the effect of the Prohypnol, Rebecca's personality awakens while Robert's consciousness sleeps. Cynthia wants no interference from Robert for her next plan. "Rebecca, listen to me. You're upset that you were fired from your job at the doctor's office." Rebecca responds with pouty lips. "Remember, you weren't happy with just being the receptionist, answering the phone, making appointments.." Rebecca's head nods yes, 'remembering' that boring job. Samantha wanted to give Rebecca a different history of her time at the doctor's office. She'll remember the co-workers and spending time there, but no longer as the smart, young doctor of the practice. "Rebecca, the best revenge is winning. Winning is making a lot of money. You'll make more money to show that you're winning." Rebecca echoes with a smile "winning" "First, you'll get a waitress job at 'The Tilted Kilt'. Remember Rebecca, you liked the skimpy outfits and miniskirts they wear, you'll make a lot of money." "Miniskirts make money" "You'll also get another job at T-Rex's. Remember, you like dancing for the men that like T-Girls like you. T-Rex's is your favorite place to dance." Rebecca smiles and lightly shakes her shoulders, causing her tits to undulate," I like dancing." "Rebecca, remember, you want to win, and you'll work very hard to please all of you customers, whatever it takes to win and get revenge." "I want to be a winner." "Right now, you need to play dress up like a Tilted Kilt waitress. Go to your closet in my room and play dress up." Rebecca has her own closet at their house, outfitted with all of the 'right stuff' per Samantha's instructions. Smiling "Yes Ma'am" as she saunters off to Samantha's room. Samantha is keeping her under the Prohypnol for the evening, anchoring her training as part of her new submissive personality. Almost 30 minutes later, Rebecca emerges from the room. Standing in the doorway, hands clasped in front of her, looking down, in an attempt of submissive approval. Her hair released from its single ponytail, now is split into 2 braided pigtails, cascading down in front of her, on top of her tits, hanging down from each mound. She's wearing a tight schoolgirl's cropped blouse, her tits being supported by the shelf bra underneath. Her areola's barely covered by the blouse. Her black miniskirt leaves her ass cheeks popping out from below. Standing taller in the 5 inch stilettos, accenting her legs and causing her ass to pop-out a bit more. She takes a few small steps towards Samantha and teeters bit, causing her to throw out her arms to stabilize. Samantha has her practice for the next hour, walking in the heels. Instructing her to place one foot directly in-front of the other, causing her hips to sway more. Practicing serving drinks to the table, having her knees locked causing her to bend over at the waist, giving the patron a healthy view if her cleavage. Every time Rebecca serves her properly, Samantha praises her and tweaks Rebecca's nipples, causing a gratifying sexual feedback every time she serves someone, deepening her submissiveness to others. Rebecca will be waitressing with her high beams on all of the time. Samantha whispers in her ear "Larger nips bring bigger tips." Rebecca giggles at the rhyme, but now implanted, she'll use it as a guide. Tomorrow, Samantha will start work on her tasks at T-Rex's, a strip club that caters to people such as Rebecca, she-males that are not shy about showing off their wares. It's funny seeing the reaction of some men traveling thru, not knowing the nature of the establishment. There are some true women dancing there also, they don't discriminate. Some men just pay their tab then leave when one such as Rebecca comes on stage, others stay around, fascinated by the new world they stumbled upon. Training Rebecca for this job will take a few more Prohypnol sessions. 6 Months later and 5 months after starting at T-Rex's. Samantha is standing at the open bedroom door, gazing upon Rebecca sitting up, leaning against the headboard. Cynthia's head laying in Rebecca's lap, her lips wrapped around Rebecca's nipple, restfully nursing on Rebecca's sweet milk, which is now a nightly event in their home. Rebecca's hand is gently caressing Cynthia's abdomen, which is starting to bump out at 16 weeks of pregnancy. Rebecca looks at Cynthia and says "Drink up my sweetie, you're nursing for two." Rebecca looks up at Samantha in the doorway and smiles. Samantha walks back out to the living room, her boyfriend, casually sitting on the couch. Samantha accepted her path, but didn't realize how easy and satisfying it was to fall in love as a woman. She walks in front of him, bends over and kisses him. Gazing at each other's eyes, he says "Stripper Sammi." Samantha blinks, smiles, stands upright and starts to gyrate to the music in her head. Sexily, her hips swing and her arm sway as they start to peel her clothes off her body. Now, devoid of her own clothes, she stands him up and continues her actions, removing his clothes. He leans in again, "Slutty Sammi." Moments later, she's bent over the arm of the couch, he's plowing in and out of her, slamming his hips against her round ass. Her flesh ripples with each slap. Rebecca finished with Cynthia's feeding, is curious to meet the man Samantha has been gushing about for the past month. Rebecca walks in to the sight, she neglected to cover herself as she commonly walks around the house only in a thong, her dick tucked under to keep the feminine look. Rebecca comes upon Samantha with her boyfriend, , she recognizes him from her previous job. "Richard!" she chides the pair. Richard looks at her "Becca, behave" and points to the floor next to the rutting pair. Rebecca blinks, casually walks over and kneels beside them, watching his cock thrust in and out of Samantha's pussy. "Robert, wake up." As Richard continues. "Remember." A flood of distant memories flood thru Robert's mind as he catches up with current events. Rebecca's demeanor slightly changes. "Rick, what's happening?" Robert asks. "I'm continuing with your job security. Cynthia's pregnancy is progressing nicely, now, I'm........ Knocking..........(his thrusts deepen, with more force) ..... up ...... your....... accidental..... (he remains buried in Samantha as his cock throbs) creation... (as he stands there with heavy breaths, filling Samantha with his seed).." "How is that my job security? "Rebecca will be listed as the father for both of my offspring, and you'll be their wet nurse while their mothers continue on with their careers." He says with a smirk. "No, I don't think so." Robert confidently replies. Richard slowly pulls out, his cock covered with their baby batter. He turns towards the kneeling Robert. "I don't think you'll have a choice." Robert stares at the glistening shaft pointing at him, Rebecca's body starts to shuffle towards it, leaning towards it. "What's happening, what are you making me do?" "I'm not doing anything. I'm just talking to Robert, but Rebecca seems to be on autopilot." Rebecca's eyebrows frown, showing Robert's frustration as her lips near the glob of cum on the head of his cock. "No" she sighs as her lips kiss the tip. Her breathing has become heavy, thru her nose. Her facial expression becomes sharper as his head slides past her parting lips, Robert is disgusted. Rebecca's head lightly bobs up and down the top of the shaft. "May I suggest, you'll feel better the farther down you go." Responding to Richard, more ground is gained with each repetition. As Rebecca advances, the look on her face softens, her breathing relaxes as she gobbles up the result of his prior union with Samantha. "Do you like that, Robert?" With Richard's semi-flaccid cock deeply buried in Rebecca's mouth, Rebecca's head shakes side to side to indicate 'No'. "Honestly." Richard adds. Rebecca pauses, then lightly nods in affirmation. Much to Robert's humiliation. "So, you're a cock sucker?" Rebecca's eyes glance down to Richard's belly button in front of her eyes, acknowledging her situation, taking inventory of her lips at the base of his cock as her throat muscles milk it. Looking up, she nods yes. "You're a good little cock sucker, and will always strive to be a good little cock sucker." With sullen eyes, she nods. Robert is helpless to Richard's control over Rebecca. That's when Robert notices his lips getting warmer, as well as his tongue. As he's milking Richard's cock, a fresh flow of blood starts filling it again, as it firms up between Rebecca's ruby red lips. Automatically, her head starts to bob up and down over Richard's re- animated rod, much to Robert's humiliation. "Oooooo, thanks to that new timed release Viagra, I get a second go- a-round." Richard smirks. With Rebecca moaning in delight, internally Robert is wincing, feeling the twitching between the puffy lips, he braces himself on what approaches. With Richard's hands firmly on Rebecca's head, a grunt can be heard as Richard holds her head in place. Spasm after spasm, a warm milkshake passes down Rebecca's gullet. Slightly pulling his cock back, Rebecca is allowed to breathe, Robert can smell the odor of his salty spunk passing thru his nostrils, giving further evidence of what just happened. One more spasm coats Rebecca's tongue. Pulling out, she swallows. Leaning in under his still firm cock, she kisses its base where it meets his balls. Sticking out her tongue, she presses firmly on its underside and slowly travels up to the tip, like licking an ice cream cone. Like a tube of toothpaste, she squeezing his tube pushing the contents up, out to his tip. With the pool at the top, Rebecca swallows the tip and gathers to last of his essence. Richard pulls out of Rebecca's mouth, Rebecca looks up at him. He points to Samantha, still bent over the armrest, legs spread wide. She's oblivious to the happenings behind her. Robert's eyes lock on the creampie accumulating at Samantha's pussy lips, Rebecca, still kneeling, shuffles over to Samantha's ass, and starts to lean in, with the same harsh look on her face. As her tongue extends and catches the glob dangling from her pussy, she presses forward and feasts on the desert Richard presented to her. As her tongue dances in Samantha's pussy, her hips start to pulse in response to the stimulation. With Rebecca's nose tickling Samantha's rosebud, Rebecca eagerly laps up the juices. "Haven't you wondered why you've been lactating? I've added LactMax to your regiment. You'll be aching for those milk jugs to be suckled upon." Expanding on his explanation "Rebecca will be a dedicated wet nurse to the children and an enthusiastic maid to the mothers, allowing the moms to have their careers. Rebecca will do Monday thru Thursday nights at T-Rex's, making as much money as she can to save for the children's future." Robert moans in protest as Rebecca continues her actions. "This leaves you available to stay with the children as both moms will want their weekends to relax." Richard starts to dress himself. "Robert, I'll be leaving now, but you'll invite me back for Samantha's child's first birthday. When I leave, take Samantha back and nurse her to sleep." Robert shakes Rebecca's head no in protest. "As you can see, Rebecca will happily do just that. Rebecca, Return." Richard puts Rebecca back in charge. Rebecca's eyes blink a few times, she's now back in control. She turns to Richard as he's finishes getting dressed. "I hope you won't be a stranger." She smiles and flutters her eyelashes. Her lips glistening with the cum cocktail she was just licking from Samantha's pussy. A glob rests under her lip, she absent mindedly raises her index finger to her lip, scoops it up, inserts it into her mouth and licks it clean. "I'm sure we'll run into each other. Samantha, goodbye." Samantha's eyes flutter back to consciousness, she groggily smiles and mews "goodbye." The pair rise up as Richard walks out the door, they clasp hands and Rebecca leads an obedient Samantha to the bedroom. **** 21 months later **** Richard is standing around the kitchen table with Cindy and Samantha singing Happy Birthday to little Jessica, with a Birthday cupcake in front of her. Rebecca is sitting at the table with Cindy's 15 month old child, Jennifer, who is quietly nursing at her breast. A short time later, Jessica is all messy face from the cupcake frosting, all a smile. Cindy and Samantha turn to Rebecca, with a sleeping Jennifer in her lap, they hand her a small gift box. "A little something, you do so much for us and the children, we wanted to give you this." Samantha smiles at her. Rebecca smiling "Aww, thanks so much." As she places the gift box on the table while she supports the sleeping Jennifer. Lifting the top, she peers in. Inside are 2 pregnancy test sticks, both with a big + on them. Cindy and Samantha in unison state "We're both pregnant, isn't that great!" Rebecca is stunned. She calmly turns her head to the bag of diapers she just bought. She's quickly mentally calculating, 4 children, one potty training, one toddler and 2 new infants in eight months. She's going to be busy. She keeps the smile on her face, she can't ruin the moment for the moms. "That's, great!" she fains in response. "You'll be one big happy family, this is great." Richard adds, with a smirk on his face. Richard turns to the standing expecting moms and leans in between their faces, whispering something into their ears. Both shutter a bit as their eyes flutter. Their hips sway a bit as Richard spins around, the women walk up onto his left and right. He wraps his arms around their back, resting on their hips, they reciprocate by wrapping their arms around his. Each mom turns to Richard's ear and say "I'm so horny now, it must be the hormones." As Richard starts to usher them out of the room. As they move away, Samantha leans into Richards ear and whispers "but what about Rebecca?" Richard stops and says "You two go ahead and start without me, Dr. Richard needs to talk to Nurse Rebecca for a moment. I'll be right in." Both expectant moms look at each other with wide smiles, clasp hands and head into the bedroom. Richard sits at the table with Rebecca. Jennifer is intermittently nursing as she lays in Rebecca's lap, latched to her nipple, sleeping. Jessica is still exploring the cupcake, eagerly crushing it in her fingers. "Becca, behave." Rebecca's face goes slack as she slips under Robert's control. "Rebecca, I hear some rumors of your job at T-Rex's, tell me about your special customers." Rebecca lightly smiles "I have a few of my boys that are enamored with my titties, and since I'm nursing, they started nursing themselves, it takes them back to their childhood they say." "You seem to also like it." Rebecca's smile widens and nods. "While they nurse, I also get to massage them and they get a happy ending, they are very appreciative of my skills." Richard pulls a nasal spray bottle from his pocket and places it on the table in front of Rebecca. Automatically, she reaches out with her free hand and squirts a dose into her nose. Pausing as the ProHypnol takes effect, Richard slowly reaches out and takes the bottle from her paused arm. "Rebecca always needs to nurse and take care of someone. After the babies are weaned at home, Rebecca will start an 'at home' service, taking care of adults who love to be treated as babies. Rebecca will go to their houses, change their dirty diapers, bathe them, nurse them and be a good mommy for them." "Rebecca's a good mommy." She echo's back with a smile. "Hello Robert." Richard adds. Rebecca's smile disappears as Robert's personality comes forward. "What's wrong, Robert?" he asks. "Why did you do this to me?" "As Dr. Woopner, you did good work and had a promising future. But, you had too many blunders, although they weren't life threatening, they could have been life changing for the patient. Your staff caught many of them before things got serious. But when you turned Sam into Sammi, I had to intervene. Remember, I didn't do this, Cynthia did this, I only caught on after you started changing into Rebecca. I just took charge and cleaned up the loose ends so that Cynthia didn't do damage. Having the babies will keep you focused and out of trouble. So, goodbye to Dr. Woopner, hello to Wet Nurse Whoopsie. Rebecca, Return.." Rebecca's personality returns, the smile reappears on her face. Richard takes the Prohypnol spray bottle in his hand and gives Rebecca another dose in her nose, taking her deeper. "Rebecca, remember, the Dr. is always right, correct?" "Yessss" she slowly answers. "And you believe all that the Dr. says, right?" Another "Yes" and a slight nod of her head. "Rebecca, repeat after me. Rebecca is a pretty girl." "I'm a pretty girl" as she slightly smiles. "Rebecca always wants to be a pretty girl" "I'm always pretty." "Rebecca is not a smart girl." She slightly frowns at that and has trouble repeating it. "Rebecca you know it's true, say it, Rebecca isn't a smart girl." "I'm not a smart girl." She says with pouty lips. "Rebecca uses her beauty because Rebecca isn't smart." As Rebecca repeats each line, but her expression softens because she's told she's beautiful.. "Rebecca's first love is taking care of the children." "Rebecca is a good girl because she takes care of the children." "Rebecca does as she's told, because she knows she's not so smart." "Rebecca is a good girl because she's obedient." "Rebecca does what her men tell her to do because she's a good girl." "Rebecca's men don't want a smart girl, they desire a pretty Rebecca as mommy." Richard runs thru a laundry list of submissive tendencies, tying all of them back to being a beautiful, dumb girl. Ensuring that she lives the rest of her life as a wet nurse, serving her men. When she's not nursing them or changing their diapers, she's on her knees eagerly suckling on their cock. Robert is an unwilling passenger, along for the ride. After a while, his inner personality will acquiesce and basically merge with Rebecca's, taking pleasure with caring for the children and accepting his role with the men in Rebecca's life. "Rebecca, you know that you're a special girl, a T-Girl, right? You have both girl and boy parts, right? Rebecca nods. "Rebecca tucks and hides away her boy parts, right?" "Yes" "Rebecca likes to act like and be treated like a girly-girl, Rebecca shows off her girly-girl parts but hides her boy parts." Rebecca smiles and shakes her shoulders a bit, causing her chest to wiggle, even with Jennifer still latched while napping in her lap, "I like being a girly-girl." "Rebecca, you dosed off, when you wake up, put Jennifer to bed and nurse Jessica to sleep also. After that, join us in the bedroom." Rebecca smiles at the 'suggestion'. "Rebecca, open your mouth and stick out your tongue." She complies, sticking out her studded tongue. Robert places a pill for the antidote for Prohypnol behind the stud. This will take a few moments to take effect, while he walks off to the bedroom. "Now swallow." Rebecca retracts her tongue and swallows as commanded, with a bit of a smile on her lips from the thought of Richard commanding her to swallow. He stands up and heads to his small harem. About 10 minutes later, Rebecca walks by the open bedroom door with a sleeping Jessica at her nipple. She pauses, watching the scene unfold. Samantha, laying back on the bed, her legs spread wide. Cynthia, naked, is standing at the foot of the bed, bent over with her face buried in Samantha's honey muffin. Richard is standing behind Cynthia, positioning himself to enter Cynthia from behind. Rebecca's jaw drops at the size of Richards cock, it definitely wasn't that large the last time he had her. Richard took some queues from Robert and helped himself to some of Genentec's new products. GenentecXY will enhance a male's physique, and with what Rebecca see's, he has helped himself to a generous prescription. His body is not huge, but more defined. His washboard abs, his waist is defined but only for the fact of his pecs being now pronounced. As he stands there, Rebecca admires his toned calves, scanning up to his glutes, oh, his glutes! He clenches his ass cheeks as he places the tip of his cock at Cynthia's waiting folds. As he enters Cynthia, she pauses her lapping at Samantha's pussy. Her mouth agape, she lets out a quiet whimper as Richard presses forward, straining her nether lips. Her eyes roll back into her head as she stops breathing, oh the pleasure and the pain! As he finally bottoms out, pressing his pelvis against her ass, she finally inhales with an open mouth smile. Samantha, missing out on her own pleasure, gently places her hand behind Cynthia's head and gingerly lowers it back to her pussy, reminding Cynthia of her duties. Leaving her hand behind Cynthia's head, Samantha keeps her there as Richard starts his thrusts. With each bottoming out, Cynthia receives a thrust with Cynthia's tongue and jaw, getting in sync with Cynthia's pleasure. Robert has a firm grasp of Cynthia's hips, his strong hands with a commanding presence, pulling her ass cheeks to meet his hips. Sending a wave up pleasure up her body. Rebecca flashes back to her 'memory' of her first time in that position, she shutters. Rebecca, lost in the moment, closes her mouth and licks her lips as she stares at Richard's member, glistening with Cynthia's juices as its playing hide and seek in Cynthia's moist pocket. Rebecca spies the area of the floor next to Robert's feet and briefly imagines herself kneeling there. She smiles. She needs to lay Jessica down, before Richard finishes. She turns to walk to the nursery, with Jessica quietly asleep in her arms. Her nipples tingling as she thinks of begging Richard on her knees to let her play with his new hardware. She smiles, laying Jessica down. Afterwards, she'll be nursing the expectant mommies to sleep, hopefully both at the same time. That's the least she could do, since they've done so much for her. "They're so smart, but I'm so pretty." She smiles.