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I had been working a little late to catch up on paperwork that had got a
somewhat behind. Something about myself. I was the practice manger at a
doctor's surgery and had just reached 50. Gillian was my attractive early
forties secretary. She too was working late. On that particular evening
Gillian had needed a file that was on the shelf behind my desk and chair
where I was seated. "Mind if I reach for the Jackson file Mike?" Gillian
said. "No. Go ahead," I replied. Gillian reached over my shoulder, her
voluptuous left breast just brushing the side of my chin as she did. I
just caught sight of her black lace trimmed bra cup when I felt a light
prick on my neck. "What the fuc...." Then I passed out.
I don't know how long I had been unconscious but I came to sitting on a
substantial wooden chair in what seemed to be a garage. I was bound to
the chair; my ankles to each chair leg and similarly my wrists and elbows
to the chair's arms. However, despite being bound to the chair I was more
horrified to see I was wearing a well filled black bra and matching nylon
panties. I also had a ball in my mouth causing me to dribble.
I must have sat terrified in the chair for at least two hours before a
side door opened and Gillian entered followed by a much older woman.
Gillian was dressed in all black as was the older woman who turned out to
be Gillian's mother. "Well Mike I guess you're wondering what's happened
to you and more importantly what's going to happen to you." I nodded the
ball in my mouth preventing me from answering verbally. "I'm going to be
very blunt. You raped my mother and now you are going to be punished
severely. Mother thought about going to the police but even if they
treated the matter seriously and prosecuted there would be no guarantee
you would be convicted. And if you are convicted you would probably get
around four years in prison and be out in two. Our way you will have a
life sentence" I could see Gillian's mother nodding in agreement. "One
further thing. Mother thinks it rather apt you are wearing her bra and
panties, the same bra and panties she was wearing when you raped her.
They've even still got your semen on them."
They must be mistaken. I've never raped anyone in my life. A forensic
examination of the semen would prove it's not mine.
"I know you want to know what's going to happen to you Mike. First, I
want you know that you will be wearing bras and panties for the rest of
your life. You've already started doing that! Secondly we are going to
make sure you will never be able to rape a woman again. You know my
husband, Ray, is a surgeon. He's absolutely appalled at what's happed to
mum. He's agreed to help ensure you won't be able to do it again to
someone else. Gillian said this with venom in her voice. "He'll be here
shortly."
Gillian and her mother then left the garage by way of the same side door
turning the light off as they went leaving me in total darkness. If they
did this to scare me they certainly achieved their objective. I was
scared out of my mind.
Again it must have been two hours before someone returned. It was now
very late. Gillian and a man I knew was her husband stood beside me. Ray
produced a hyperdermic needle and injected a pinkish fluid into a vein in
my upper right arm. I quickly lost consciousness.
I came to in what seemed to be a medical room of some kind. I was wearing
a pink medical gown tied at the back. I ached all over. Ray was there
supervising matters along with a nurse who was probably in her thirties.
"Now Hilda all the procedures have gone well," Ray said. Who the hell is
Hilda I tried to shout at Ray but it came out of my mouth somewhat
jumbled. My throat was sore. "I'll leave it to Gillian to tell you what
we've done to you. I'm sure she will enjoy during that" with that Ray and
the nurse left the room leaving me alone attached to IV drips.
It was mid afternoon when Gillian came into the room. I had spent most of
the time after Ray had left semi asleep. "Hello Hilda. You'll not be
raping anyone again after what we've done to you. First your voice has
been altered so it sounds more like a woman's. Secondly as you can see
you now have titties. A "C" cup I'm told. And the best bit. You've been
castrated. You penis has been left but it's so tiny now you will never be
able to satisfy a woman let alone put it inside her. We've also lasered
off all your hair. You'll be sore for a while but it does improve your
appearance. Once the hormones get to work it's going to be difficult to
see you are not a woman."
I remained in hospital for just over two weeks. During that time Ray and
the nurse continued to monitor my progress. Gillian came into see me most
days mainly to gloat. She did, however, bring me in various nighties to
wear instead of the hospital gowns I had been wearing. Most of the
nighties seemed dated to me.
The day I left the hospital Gillian brought me in female clothes to wear.
The same black bra and panties I had previously worn and the same bra and
panties Gillian's mother was wearing when she said I raped here. "Don't
worry Hilda. They've been washed," Gillian said. There goes the evidence
that would clear me of the rape, I thought. And again she called me
Hilda. What's that all about? A wig, light makeup, white blouse, brown
skirt and 2" brown heels completed my look when I left hospital. I was
driven to a large house in the country that befits the status of a
surgeon. "Your room," Gillian said. The room was small up in the attic.
It was sparsely furnished with just a single bed, hard looking mattress,
blanket, wardrobe and chest of drawers. "You will find your clothes in
the wardrobe and drawers." With that Gillian left me alone to contemplate
my fate. With nothing else to do I had a look at what was in the
wardrobe. It was full of what I can only describe as frumpy clothes; old
fashioned dresses, skirts, blouses and twin sets. The underwear in the
drawers was similarly ancient. Much like my gran might have worn. I
learnt later the retro clothing was Gillian's mother's idea. She thought
it would be humiliating and even degrading for me to be dressed as an old
woman. In her mind it was all part of her revenge for the rape.
Hilda was also mother's idea. A dated name for a frumpy old woman!
The next day I was told what my future as to be. By day, six days a week,
I would be a sales assistant at mother's lingerie shop. I would receive
specialist training to be a bra fitter and in the evenings I would be
cleaning the house, doing the washing and ironing and much of the
cooking. And that was my life for the next six months. Most of the time I
wore a jumper and skirt at work as well as a bra and panties. If anything
my breasts had got a little larger as I was now wearing a "D" cup bra
fitted by myself! Although I was handling women's breasts nearly every
day there was absolutely no reaction from my penis. The hormones had done
their job. I did, however, get a reaction in my still male orientated
mind. The breasts I fitted with bras belonged to women of all ages; from
teenagers being fitted with their first bras, to older girls and young
women with firm perky breasts to old ladies with big sagging breasts.
One thing Gillian's mother insisted on was I always had to wear a nylon
slip, more often than not lace trimmed which always had to show under the
hem of my skirt or dress. As she always wore a slip I'm not sure if I was
just following her convention or if it was more for humiliation.
Certainly hers rarely showed.
I had been working in the shop for just over six months And as was usual
stock was delivered mid morning on a Friday. I was unpacking the boxes as
normal. Stock was in individual packaging within the boxes which were
stuffed with newspapers to pad them out. As I pulled out one of the
papers the headline screamed out at me, "Elderly Woman's Rapist
Arrested." Reading the article it was clear the victim was Gillian's
mother. The date of the paper was two days after my abduction and no one
told me they knew I was innocent. To say I was livid was an
understatement. At the first opportunity I confronted Gillian's mother
with the newspaper. "So what" she said tearing up the paper and binning
it. Gillian's reaction later was much the same.
I vowed revenge. I bided my time. Then I knew what I was going to do.
The mother was first. I lured her into the back of the shop and caught
her unawares as I pushed her face upwards onto a table. It was easy to
bind her to the table with various bras. She was by now screaming but I
soon stopped that by stuffing her own panties in her mouth again kept in
place with a bra. Then I raped her using a hollow strapon that had nodes
along its length and which I had bought in a sex shop. It caused mother
excruciating pain and I was pleased when she had several orgasms.
Physically I achieved nothing but mentally I was immensely satisfied.
When I had finished I left mother bound and went to look for Gillian. I
found her at home running a bath. She had gone home early to get ready
for a dinner she was attending that night. She was still in her bra and
panties. I forced a surprised Gillian on to her hands and knees, yanked
her panties off then spread her legs. I then forced the strapon into her
ass without any lubrication. Her screams were very satisfying. But I had
not finished. I ravished her throat with the strapon and the finally I
raped her as a woman should be raped - way up in her vagina. Again I was
mentally exhilarated.
I, of course, was quickly caught by the police and in due course was
sentenced to ten years in prison. Because of a recently introduced new
law I had to serve my sentence in a prison appropriate to my sex
orientation. In my case a women's prison even though I still had my tiny
penis. As an oddity with a big clitoris I was singled out by the more
aggressive female prisoners and was often anally raped. Where they got
the dildos I know not. Smuggled in I guess. I had no visitors and apart
from the clothes I was wearing after my trial no other clothes. I
therefore had to wear whatever clothes the prison had in lost property.
This included underwear. At least it was clean and usually it fitted me.
After I had been raped both orally and anally together for the first time
I was summoned to the prison governor's office. She was very blunt. She
said I would less likely to be raped if I had my penis amputated. Wow!
She told me to think about it. I did - for a week and told her I wanted a
vagina as well. She didn't think this would be a problem and it could be
done within days. I couldn't believe her. It was my understanding I would
have had to wait more than a year to have full SRS outside prison. Ten
days later my penis was removed and a fully functioning vagina created
although when I would get to use it for intercourse was likely to be many
year away and after I had completed my sentence. On the other hand there
were the dildos!
I never saw or heard from Gillian, her husband or mother again after the
trial.
Am I happy? No. Definitely not. Gillian, hubby and mother had better be
watching over their shoulders when I eventually get out of prison.
Especially Ray. He had not yet been punished by me.
Hilda
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