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Sitting in a lobby waiting for my name to be called feels like such a
waste of time. I don't even remember what its for but my wife assured
me she told me weeks ago when she booked it. A cute nurse approaches
me and I hand her the form I was asked to fill in and then she walks
me to a small room. I sit down and play a few games on my phone while
I wait for the doctor to arrive in what looks like an interview room.
Two chairs with some generic cabinets to one side, its all very
boring. She finally enters and warmly greets me with a handshake.
"Hello I'm Dr. Crob." Blond mid forties in great shape, she could be
hot if she made more effort but she's all business today. "So Adam do
you know why you're here?"
"Actually no," I said and chuckled a bit then sat back in my chair.
She looked at me in a professional manor that cut my friendly banter
to ribbons.
"Your wife Debora contacted us she is very concerned about you.
Apparently you have developed chronic fatigue, poor short term memory,
lack of motivation, selfishness and she feels a growing distance
between you two. She is very concerned about your marriage as you
never seem to listen or help out anymore."
I was shocked I had no idea she felt this way. I mean we had a few
arguments about some issues but I dismissed her emotional over
reactions. All I could muster as a response was, "Oh."
"Adam do you knw what we do here?" I shook my head no. She smiled
warmly and began her practiced explanation. "We have combined medical,
physiological and counseling to help couples in crisis. Adam your
relationship is in crisis and we are here to help," she said
reassuringly.
I felt like my entire world was turned upside down and so did my
stomach just then. "I had no idea," I said with my dry mouth barely
operating.
"That's where we come in Adam, we are here to mend the mistakes and
prevent relapses in the future. For us to get started we need to ask
you a few personal questions. Please know that this is all very
confidential and there are many men out there in the same situation,"
she said in a professional manner.
I was so taken back by what she was telling me I was in auto pilot
willing to comply just keep it together and not make a scene. "So
Debbie contacted you about me and now you're going to help us sort
things out." She smiled and nodded letting the situation sink in.
If I just stood up and stomped out I don't think it would make things
any better at home so I decided to stick it out and maybe we can make
it work after all this is done. "Ask away," I said.
She began with the usual questions like diet and exercise and my usual
daily schedule but then digressed into more personal habits. "So Adam
how often would you say you masturbate?"
I was taken a little back at the question but she kept it clinical.
"Uhh I don't know once a day maybe, sometimes I miss a day here or
there."
She jots down notes and moves on. "Do you fantasize or watch porn
while you masturbate?"
"A little, I do it in the shower and day dream a bit I guess," I
answer trying to hide my embarrassment.
"What do you daydream about?" she asks without even looking up from
her note pad.
"Uhh pretty girls having sex with me," I say with a hint of sarcasm,
what the hell else would I think about does she want me to fap to
mortgage rates?
"Not thinking of your wife I see," she says in a cold cutting response
to my sarcasm. "I believe I have enough information for now thank you.
For the second part of our treatment I'm going to have to ask you to
get undressed completely and put this hospital gown on. I will be back
shortly to take you to the examination room." She hands me a gown from
a cabinet and briskly leaves the room.
I'm still dumbfounded by this whole situation and how I got to this
point. What the hell did Debbie sign me up for? I felt like just
quitting and going home to talk to the wife and tell her this whole
thing is bullshit and we're fine. But Debora dropped me off and I need
a ride home. She won't do it if she knows I ducked out and I don't
feel like its so urgent I need to pay for a taxi. It was pretty far
from my house. I take a frustrated sigh and begin to undress. I then
put on the gown and somehow manage to tie up the back strings.
After another few minutes Dr. Crob knocks on the door and enter with
her warm smile again. "All set?" She notices I'm holding my clothes in
a bunched up pile in front of me. "Oh don't worry about your things
they are quit safe here and I can even lock the door if it makes you
more comfortable." I say thank you and pile them on the chair I was
sitting on.
We exit the interview room and I follow her down a long hallway to a
larger room. As I enter I can smell the sanitation chemicals used to
keep this place spotless. There is a lowered table in the center of
the room with a large triangle foam pillow sitting on it. The other
side of the room is wall to wall medical cabinets filled with medical
junk I'm sure.
"Have a seat on the bench Adam. The first thing we need to do is take
some blood samples. Then I'm going to examine your genitalia and
prostate."
"What?" I stammer. "What does that have to do with anything?" sounding
annoyed.
"Adam you have all the signs and symptoms of chronic addictive
masturbation. Your constant self gratification has caused you to be
distant from your wife. You act like you don't need or care for her
anymore because your so busy satisfying yourself. Constant
masturbation also causes lethargy and reduces motivation. You sit in a
semi coma every day not caring about anything anymore. We are here now
to see if there is a medical reason for your little issue as there can
be various medical issues that can cause this. We can help you Adam
now hold still and I will take a few samples."
Well I was put in my place again. What could I do but sit there and
comply. I mean what if there really was something wrong with me and I
didn't get it sorted out.
After the samples were taken she produced another syringe and
explained that the contents were a mild sedative to help control ones
self during the examination. "Some men get a little excited," she said
with a smirk. She quickly jabbed it into me before I could even
protest.
After a few minutes I started feeling sorta numb mentally like someone
pulled a vail over my conciseness. Dr. Crob then helped me into
position for the next phase. I laid face down on the table with the
triangle pillow maneuvered under my hips so my butt was propped up
high in the air and my man bits dangled down. "Adam in this phase we
will be in with a prostate exam to see if you have any underlining
conditions then we will milk and add a device that helps with
listening."
"Uh huh," I mumble as I don't care I just really wanted to just lay
there.
"I'm going to give you some headphones and something to listen to
while this is working as it can take some time. This audio will help
reinforce positive thought patterns for you."
I feel the headphones placed on my head as I sit there motionless and
begin hearing soft music playing in the background as a woman's voice
repeats phrases like, "I am ok with being vulnerable, I can relate to
other peoples emotions, I want to comfort others when their sad, I
have empathy." As I listen I feel someone lubing up my backside and
slipping a finger in. Normally I would have jumped and started
swinging but this Dam sedative just kept me dazed and lifeless.
After a few moments I feel a cold slender device slide into my back
door. Like a metal dildo or something. After a moment it starts to
deliver a continuous warm pulse that felt wonderful and forced some
muscles to contract all at once around the area. While I was still
getting used to the pulsating warmth she started manipulating my
genitals by squeezing and prodding them into a cold device and after a
few moments she let go and I felt this extra weight added to my fun
zone. It felt weird down there like my dick and balls were being
forced close to my body but separated and contained at the same time.
The back of my mind wanted to reach and check but my body just
couldn't make an effort. I don't know how long I was left like that
but it was at least an hour or two. Living in a hazy state of mind
with a voice whispering in my ears that it feels great to express my
emotions and build close relationships with trust and communication.
Laying with my eyes closed I didn't see Dr. Crob come back in she
removed the device from my butt and place to the side. She then moved
a measuring flask full of what I would assume was my seed cream.
She took off the headphones and slowly helped me up. I managed to
reach down and touch my crotch only to find it still encased in the
device. "You forgot something," I said pointing down at my nether
regions.
"Oh that has to stay on for the time being," she rebuffed matter of
factly. The drugs seem to be slowly dissipating as I was beginning to
feel a swell of emotions slowly building deep inside me as pulled up
the gown to reveal my imprisoned genitalia. A tight metal ring was
wrapped around the base of my shaft behind my sack holding a metal
tube in place with a few breathing holes and slit at the end to pee.
It forcibly contained my dick in a flaccid state bending it downwards
towards my balls which were cupped in some kind of metal hammock that
pressed them into my body. The device added bulk but at the same time
compressed everything Into a tiny bulge. "What the fuck," I stammered
looking at Dr. Crob with animosity growing inside me.
"I know this may be a bit of a shock but it is key to our program.
Here is a change of clothing, when you're ready Adam your wife and I
are waiting in the next room to begin couples counseling. There is a
laundry shoot. Just over there for your gown." And with that she
quickly left.
Why didn't I grab her and force to take it off? Why didn't I yell? I
rub my head trying to force my drug induced haze away. I take off the
gown and throw it down the shoot and turn to put my clothes back on.
As I approach the table with the items I realize they're not my
clothes. Frustrated I pick them up and examined the items. The top was
a white collar button up and the pants seemed like grey suit pants,
soft underwear and what looked like woman's flats in a black leather
with a bow near each toe. It was either this or show off my new dick
prison to the world so I begin to dress. As I slid my arms into the
shirt I noticed the sleeves were capped at the elbows and the collar
was quite small. Buttoning up the front it became apparent that it was
form fitting and the bottom of the shirt ended higher than a man's
shirt. I swore quietly to myself as I slid on the plain white panties
and adjusting my prison inside the soft fabric. I guessed the pants
was just as humiliating as the other items. The soft fabric on the
inside of the pants smoothly slid up my legs. It was a small win that
the zipper on the front but as I tried to zip the pants closed it
wouldn't finish zipping unless I pulled the pants high on my waste a
little above my belly button. I finished with the shoes and was ready
for the next room but I felt like an idiot and I'm sure I looked it.
Walking through the second door in the examination room I found my
self in a pleasantly decorated room with Dr. Crob siting in a chair
across from my wife Debbie in a love seat. "What the hell is going on
here and where are my clothes! I'm not wearing this shit!" I shouted
as soon as I entered.
My wife glanced at me then stared at Dr. Crob as if begging her to
take control. Without even flinching at aggressive entrance Dr. Crob
commended the room. "Adam take a seat beside your wife and all will be
explained."
"This is bullshit," I mumble to show my defiance despite complying
with her order to sit.
"Adam your wife Debbie contacted us because over the past few years
you have been showing signs of addiction and its been putting a severe
strain on the relationship. Chronic masturbation is as destructive as
any other addiction. I'm sure you noticed the chastity device on your
genitalia. Having your addiction physically attached to you is
unfortunate but this will help you stay on the right path when your
willpower falters."
"But it's normal to do that! I'm not doing it anymore then anyone
else," I interject.
"You haven't been yourself for a while now. You get home from work and
head straight to the computer and shut the door behind you. I'm not
stupid i know what happens but I let it go. your worse to deal with if
interrupt you. So I'm left preparing dinner, cleaning the house,
laundry, and everything else we have to do each day. I can't take it
anymore. You're more like a child then a husband," Debbie says wiping
tears from her eyes.
"Why didn't you just tell me instead of doing all this to me." I
thrust my fingers towards my clothes.
"Because you didn't listen Adam. She has asked for help many times.
you say you will but never do or you simply yell and stomp away. The
clothes are meant to disarm you and allow you to feel vulnerable so
you can help express yourself more without hiding behind mocho clich?s
stereotypes. The clothes will also help you come to rely on your wife
more in time but more on that later on." Dr Crob sat up a bit and
adjusted her clipboard.
"Ok let's run down the program so you have a clear understanding and
we can have questions after. Once a week you will return to the clinic
for prostate milking and to have the device removed so both your
genitalia and the device be cleaned and adjusted then re attached. The
device is mix of medical grade steal and titanium. any attempts to
remove it yourself could cause permanent injury to your little bits."
She looks up and smirks then continues on. "During these weekly
checkups we will also see if you need any medical adjustments and have
a quick counseling session with you and your wife. We will also have a
set of guidelines for you to improve the quality of your life as well
as those around you. If you break any of the new rules or guidelines
your milking and cleaning will be skipped that week until next week
when we have a spot available for you.'
Dr. Crob looks up making sure I'm paying attention and then continues
on. "Debora allowed access to your home and we have removed all your
clothes and replaced them with your new wardrobe. Each week while your
at the clinic we will review and adjust your clothes as needed. If
your decide to purchase new male clothes you are free to but you will
forgo your weekly cleaning and your new male clothes will be removed
by the beginning of the next week. you are also now in charge of all
household duties to maintain your abode. This includes cooking,
cleaning, laundry and all other tasks you have left to your wife all
these years. We can give you recipes if you need a place to start. And
lastly but most important your wife Debora has control now. She is now
in charge of your grooming and clothes. If she wants something cooked
or cleaned you will do it. If she need to sit and talk you will
listen. This does not mean you can't object and express your opinion
but she gets the final say as you have denied her that for many years.
"Once both myself and your wife agree that you have changed your ways
and will not falter again in the future the chastity device will be
removed and all your belongings will be returned. You are free to do
as your please again. Ok any questions?" She looks up from her notes
directly at me.
"How is this even legal?" I say threw gritted teeth.
"I'm sure you fully read the legal and confidential forms when first
walked in the waiting room. That sheet you signed handed over your
welling being to us and denies you the ability for any legal action
against us." She looks at me with a subtle smirk. By the way asking
for a divorce or any negative physical or verbal action against anyone
will eject you from the program and as a parting gift you can keep the
chastity device and wardrobe. I'm sure you can explain it away to your
next spouse," Dr. Crob says as if reading my mind. I glance at Debbie
and notice her anger that it would even cross my mind.
I was trapped. I felt completely and utterly defeated inside. I just
wanted to lay down and never move again.
Dr. Crob noticing my sudden slump into the couch and decided to end
todays session. "Well I sense that your new situation is finally
sinking in so we should wrap things up and let you two head home. I
know this isn't going to be easy Adam but by the end of it you will
understand."
"I don't have a choice not to," I hiss at her with spite in my voice.
Debbie quickly moves forward and shakes the doctors hand and thanks
her as if to compensate for my rudeness.
We exit into the hallway while Dr.Crob stays seated finishing up her
notes. Debbie seems familiar with this place as we meander down
hallways towards the exit. I follower like a meek child still feeling
vulnerable and uncomfortable in my new clothes. We come towards what
looks like a side door exit. We stop and she looks at me with concern
in her eyes. "Ready?" she asks.
"No, you took that choice away from me so why even ask," I bark at her
feeling the adrenaline of frustration running through my veins.
I immediately regret my words as I see the pain in her eyes as she
leaves the clinic into the parking lot. I follow and feel a rush as my
brain almost feels overwhelmed with the tactile senses of my new
attire. The thinner softer fabrics let the breeze rip right threw them
to my skin not used to such sensations. As I move I feel the tightness
of the pants around my hips and butt. The form fitting top cling to me
with my every move. I try to act natural whilst feeling like there is
a spotlight following me around drawing everyone's attention in my
direction. I quickly pop into the passenger side of our blue Mazda
slumping down a little as if it would help hide me. We click our
seatbelts she starts the engine and we exit the parking lot for a long
awkward drive home with an uncomfortable silence. I was so full of
anger and frustration I couldn't even begin to talk or my feelings
would have all come out at once.
We finally pull into our driveway and I quickly and aggressively jump
out and head for our front door. I pull the door knob hoping its
unlocked. Sadly it wasn't and I was left with the indignity of quietly
waiting for my wife to saunter over and unlock it for me. As she does
I swiftly rush passed her and head for the bathroom. Slamming and
locking the bathroom door I finally have a moment to remove the mask
of anger and reveal my fear and despair of the situation I'm in.
Looking in the mirror and having time to examine myself I felt...
confused. It's still me but the clothes emphasized different parts of
my body. Still male but just the clothes alone made a feminine male
staring back at me. I fucking hated it. The top made my upper body
look slimmer and the pants sat higher and more snug on my hips
dividing my top and bottom different from my regular clothes. I
quickly disrobed and examined my new prison and realized they had
removed all the hair on and around my genitals. There was a hairless
circle on my skin around the device and down behind my sack. I poked
and prodded and pulled my skin around it and none of the important
bits budged one bit.
Frustrated I jumped in the shower and dumped soap on it to see if it
would budge. I only made my crotch smell like lilac and lavender. Oh
god they changed all my shampoos too. After drying off I began to look
around the bathroom to see what else they changed. In the drawer where
I keep my hygiene products their was a basket full of creams, lotions,
razors and all sorts of products. On top of the basket was a note with
a morning and night routine with each product listed. FUCK!! I
screamed and stormed out of the bathroom with just a towel. Heading to
the bedroom with just a towel I went to the closet knowing full well I
was going to be disappointed. I felt sick to my stomach looking at
what I was left to work with. So many pastels and colors no man would
ever wear. Opening drawer after drawer each time I was met with
feminine attire. They even added padded bras, I don't even have boobs!
Why would they do that!
I sit on the corner of the bed with my head in my hands with my
situation further sinking in. Debora quietly enters the room and
gently sits beside me. "We can find things gender neutral and make it
work, I know its hard now but it will get better once you get used to
it."
"I'm sorry ok, we don't have to do this. I get it I'm an asshole you
proved that to me. I will change I promise lets just get this off and
we can start again," I plead.
"You're still only thinking of yourself. You just want that device off
and keep your male bravado. Eventually you will slide back into your
habits and you won't ever try to change again. I'm not here to serve
as a second class citizen!"
I can feel her anger starting to swell up as she stands an moves in
front of me. "You're going to learn that living and caring for creates
a deeper and more meaningful life for you and the people around you!
All you do is take take take and expect to be served!! Your not
getting out of that thing until this idea is stapled to your brain!"
"FINE! Holy shit calm down I was just asking," taken back by her rage.
"And by the way the whole house is rigged with cameras now so you
better be good because they will know in a heartbeat and you'll never
get your little man back!" She then turns and storms out of the room
hopefully to take a breath and calm herself down. Is she serious? I
don't see anything different or security cams in the ceiling. Are
there micro cameras? I guess it's plausible. If it is true I better
start complying or Debora is right and this nightmare will never end.
I stand up and venture back into the closet sifting through my
options. I find a plain white T shirt, pale lavender pajama pants and
some white panties. I slide on the panties and feel a bit of relief as
some of the weight of new device is taken away from my privates. The T
shirt is form fitting with a wider neck and shorter sleeves then I'm
used to. The bottoms are soft cotton that fit snuggly around my hips.
I glance in the full mirror in the room and feel like a fool. It's
just a man in woman's clothing, no magical transformation, no shock at
how good I look, just a dude in different styled clothes. I look at
the clock and realize that I'm in charge of dinner now and I better
get started. Swallowing my pride I head downstairs to begin prepping
for dinner and to accepting my fate.
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