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Compulsion Dawna Tompson Jan 2020 A desperate man takes extreme measures to satisfy his overwhelming desire to become a beautiful woman. But is he getting exactly what he needs? (A story from the genre "I woke up as a woman," but with a few new twists and turns.) - - - - - - An attractive young woman opened the automatic door with a quick swipe of an electronic card dangling at the end of a lanyard she'd slipped over her long neck. The large double doors swung open with a low swoosh. "Good morning Ms. Simmone, welcome to Transitions, I am Gloria and I will be your guide for your procedure. I want to make you as comfortable with today's procedure as possible. Is there anything I can do for you?" "Yes," replied the middle age man who was just beginning to raise himself from an uncomfortable waiting room chair. "I'm not sure I am ready to be called Miss or Ms., not just yet anyway." "Certainly, Mr. Simmone. Please come with me to Dr. Markoff's office, she must clear you before we can begin." He walked hesitantly behind Gloria as she ushered him into a small exam room. "Dr. Markoff will be in shortly." He sat still on the cold exam room table with a mixture of excitement, anticipation, and more than a little anxiety. Dr. Markoff breezed in and shoved an outstretched hand toward the man. He took it willingly thinking as he did so, "She's so young and pretty and probably talented as well. She is so lucky." "My name is Dr. Markoff and you are Ms., no, I mean, Mr. Thomas Simmone, yes? And you are here today to undergo our most radical procedure?" "Yes, well, it was expensive but it's what I want. No. More like what I need...." "Can I call you Thomas?" Dr. Markoff's tone was breezy and friendly. "Yes, please." "Thomas, I want to put you at ease. The risks in undergoing this procedure are minimal but you must understand that almost everything we do, almost right from the beginning, is totally irreversible." Tingles spread throughout his body as she lingered on the word 'irreversible.' "Yes. Permanence," he thought, "is exactly what I need." Dr. Markoff continued. "Once you make the transition, you will not be able to return to your former self. Your body will be much changed but importantly, you will feel much differently inside too. You will experience life from a new perspective, that of a young and attractive woman. Do you understand? There is no going back." "Yes, of course doctor. I've thought about this for a long time and there is no need to reconsider my decision. This is exactly what I want." "Good." Then turning to Gloria, "My assessment is that Mr. Simmone is certain about what he wants and appears to be a lucid and stable adult above the age of consent. Gloria marked a few items on a document fastened to a clipboard. Dr. Markoff quickly signed it and then thrust it toward Thomas. "Sign here please... and your initials here, here, and right here." He did so without hesitation. "I believe we have completed all the legal stuff. We'll begin right away. Are you ready?" "Yes, it's a big step, but I am ready. Ready to become the woman I've always needed to become." "Gloria, fill a syringe with 90cc of Toponol," Markoff instructed. Gloria busied herself on a side table and then quickly produced the syringe. Dr. Markoff turned toward Thomas, "Please, roll up your sleeve." She injected the needle painlessly into the flesh just below his shoulder. "How does that feel?" "Nothing. Just a prick." "Good." "Is this going to start the transition?" Thomas queried with a hint of nervous eagerness. "No." Dr. Markoff laughed. "Not so fast, Thomas. This is the start though." She continued. "This drug will quickly be absorbed into nearly every cell in your body. Enzymes will then travel to each nucleus and then pass into the DNA molecule in each cell in your body. This will sensitize each cell to accept the next drug, which will stimulate the cells to reconfigure to a new DNA pattern. Then, each cell will use the DNA to create messenger RNA which will begin replicating within the cell according to its new template." "She's a lot more interested in these details than I am," he thought. "I guess that's a good thing." He shifted impatiently as she continued to explain the science underlying the procedure. "Virtually every cell in your body will be altered to XX instead of XY chromosomes. Many cells will quickly die off, new ones will grow, and others will alter themselves. Your new DNA will be the DNA of the woman you have chosen to become. You will be, at the cellular, chemical, physical and physiological levels, a new person, a woman instead of a man. It should happen very quickly." Thomas nodded quickly, perhaps betraying a little of his impatience. He needed results, not a long scientific explanation. "Now follow Gloria down the hall, she'll need to take a few blood samples to confirm that the drug has infused your entire body. That will take a few minutes. And it will be best if you undress and lie down for the procedure. After that we'll begin the transition process." In a few minutes Thomas had undressed and crawled into a large hospital bed. He lay on the bed naked under his open-backed hospital gown trying to adjust his pillow to get comfortable. He pulled at the sheets to try to hide a huge erection caused by his excitement and anticipation. The thought crossed his mind, "This will be the last erection I'll ever have." It was unbearably exciting. Gloria, seemingly reading his mind, whispered, "I'll leave you alone for a bit." Thomas whacked off. He tried to make it last but he quickly spilled his cum into a wad of tissue. He tossed it toward a wastebasket, missed, and then thought better of it. Embarrassed, he hightailed it to the restroom and flushed the sticky evidence down the toilet. He crossed back to the bed and then wondered if masturbating like that might weaken his resolve. He was relieved to find that, if anything, the physical release made it easier to focus on what lie ahead. "Yes," he thought, "I really do want to do this. I've been waiting what? Thirty, no, close to forty years for this. I think it started just after puberty. No, maybe even before then. I really can't remember." "I know that I am not a woman. I'm not queer and I don't think I'm trans either. But I also know I desperately need to become a woman. One that can attract a man who will treat me as a woman. I simply cannot go on any longer with this overwhelming desire. God, I hope this works. This is my last best chance to fix whatever has been broken in me all this time." Gloria returned with Dr. Markoff. "Good news, the drug has worked very well. Over 99 percent absorbed." Markoff turned to Thomas. "Your body is ready to accept the transition drug. Let me confirm that you selected Female Model Number 22, is that correct?" Gloria held up a laminated 8 by 10 card with the number 22 embossed in large numerals. It had several pictures of a beautiful woman taken from different angles. Tabular data on the card indicated the physiological, emotional, and psychological attributes of Female Model Number 22. "Yes, 22, that's the one I've chosen. She's beautiful, everything I've always dreamed of," replied Thomas. "Okay, here goes." Markoff injected another drug. And then a third. "This one will make you sleepy. When you wake up you'll be female donor number 22. You'll be joining us in sisterhood Ms. Simmone. Good luck to you." Thomas awoke after what seemed to him to have been no more than a couple of minutes asleep. Gloria was by his side and spoke up immediately. "Ms. Simmone, welcome to the female sex. Come sit up, I want you to have a look at yourself." Gloria walked over to help him get out of the bed. "There are a lot of things you are going to have to get used to now. Starting with this new body," Gloria declared. "There is a large three- way mirror behind that curtain, let me take you over there and I'll pull it back so you can see the results. I think you are going to like what you see." He walked unsteadily across the room. "It's not that I feel weak, it's just that I feel small, and my hips and everything seems unfamiliar and out of place. Oh! Look at these wonderful things." He brushed aside long strands of wavy light brown hair and then lifted, tossed, and fingered an unfamiliar mass on his chest through the thin hospital gown. Gloria commanded, "Now untie that silly hospital gown and drop it to the floor as I open the curtain." With that, Gloria reached to the curtain and then froze in place. - - - - - - A synthetic feminine voice intoned, "I'm sorry but your time has expired. If you wish to purchase additional time press the 'Continue' button and select the number of minutes you wish to purchase on the virtual keypad. Your credit card will automatically be charged." Then after a short pause, "Thank you. .... Continuing." "Hey, Brandon." A young girl looked up from her computer screen to address her coworker sitting across the cramped control room. "He's going again. Gee, this is really weird." Brandon replied, "Jesse, you'd better not let Mark catch you looking at any personal screens, that's a fireable offense. It's supposed to be very, very, private here. Our reputation depends on it." Then after a short pause he continued, "He's one of our regulars. And if the truth be told, I've watched his video stream a bit off and on. We get all kinds in here but his seems unique. It's not for me, but I guess, to each his own." "It looks like the card went through okay, do I need to do anything?" Jesse asked. "Naw, it's all automatic. You might raise things up a notch or two though. But make sure you keep the average level at about four. And don't let any of the settings go above six. We don't need a cardiac patient tonight do we?" - - - - - - - He reveled in his new body. He pirouetted and twisted in the mirror to take in every inch of his new form. His skin was so smooth and virtually hairless. He had long and beautiful light brown hair. Gloria handed him a hand mirror and he examined his new private parts. He poked and spread and fingered his new genitalia. He was delighted with what he saw and felt. He traced his fingers around the rim of his dark areola and then took his large nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed. "Oh!" he squealed in girlish delight. "I knew they'd be sensitive, but Holy Cow!" He then murmured to himself, "Gee, I won't miss my penis at all, not with these two nuclear tipped kittens so handy." He tugged again, quietly exhaling "Ohhhh" low enough so that Gloria could pretend not to hear him. "I look exactly like Female Model Number 22, except of course for the eyes." He excitedly spoke to Gloria. His eyes had remained the same, so he knew it was him when he looked in the mirror, but everything else had changed. "Yes, you do, you look simply wonderful. I hope it's all you wanted," Gloria responded. "Yes, it is. I am so overwhelmed with wonder, happiness, and excitement." His voice started to betray a hint of unconstrained emotion. "I am a woman now, exactly what I need to be," he told himself as a tightness gripped his throat and his upper lip quivered. Gloria came up and wrapped a warm arm around his shoulders. "I know it's a lot to take in," she comforted. "You don't understand, this is what I've craved all my life." He was choking on his words. "This is what I've wanted to be for as long as I can remember. I was a man, and I knew I was a man. I wasn't a woman. I functioned well and was successful as a man, but I had to live all the time with this tremendous secret. It was a huge weight on me every waking moment. It was a gnawing pain that never went away. This," he swept a graceful arm from the top of his head to his knees, "this is what I've always wanted to be. And now I am. Oh! It's so wonderful." He began to weep, starting with just a few tears but quickly progressing to uncontrolled sobbing. Gloria held him tight. "It's alright honey, it's all right. You no longer have to feel that pain inside anymore. It's gone. You can begin living again." Gloria soothed. Thomas took a few minutes to pull himself together. "It's true," he thought, "the pain is gone. I no longer feel that gnawing, throbbing grief pulling at me." Once Gloria sensed he was ready she changed the mood to something a little more upbeat. "Now come on, we have to get you into some new clothes that will show off that pretty figure you have. There is a dance tonight in the hotel ballroom next door, the hospital is celebrating its anniversary. All the doctors and staff will be there. You're invited too." "It's a rather formal affair so we'll want to get you dressed to the nines. Here, put on these panties and bra, there's a robe on the hook behind the door to cover the rest up. Hurry, and then follow me." Thomas did as he was told. A shiver rolled through his body as he slowly pulled the lace-trimmed black silk panties over his smooth thighs. "This is too much," he thought as he fumbled to hook the matching bra and twist it into place. He glanced again in the mirror to attend to his full, uplifted breasts. He adjusted the bra to reveal the deep cleavage it had been designed to show off. "Yes!" he exclaimed, raising his voice just loud enough for Gloria, who was standing in the hall just outside the door, to hear. "Come on!" she urged. Gloria led him to a small side room off the main hallway. Inside he discovered a hair and makeup salon with two girls waiting to help him with his makeup, hair, clothes, and jewelry. They were going to help him get ready for tonight's big dance. Gloria invited him to sit down as the two girls began their makeup magic on him. First, they explained, "We'll need to roll your hair in these huge rollers. It will give you lift and body." Best of all, the two girls, who he soon learned were Tammy and Beth, were professional makeup artists. And they were excellent tutors. They explained exactly how they intended to curl and comb his long beautiful hair into a formal upsweep and then how they planned to work on his makeup to bring out the best in his soft features. The chair he sat in was turned so that his back was facing the illuminated make-up mirror. "Can I see what you are doing?" he asked. "No," they teased. "You can look at yourself when we are through, but not a second before. Now sit back and let us apply your false eyelashes and begin working on your makeup. Close your eyes so I can apply the glue." The chatted as they worked. "Hmmm, I think this one.... Beth are you getting a good arch?... No, a lighter shade would look better.... Watch it. It's getting unpinned... Okay, purse your lips a bit. Yes, they look so kissable. Okay, it looks like we can comb him out now." He sat still while they worked. He imagined seeing himself in full makeup and the thought set his heart beating fast in anticipation. He was excited but in a much different way than he was used to. Soft tingles rippled between his legs, then traveled to his breast, up around the sides of his neck, around his ears, and then back down below. He felt oddly warm and damp down there. He noticed something else. He felt different inside. He couldn't put a finger on it at first, but he felt much less his ordinary self and more, "What?"... "Feminine," he guessed. For one, he felt close to the two girls, Gloria, and even Dr. Markoff. "It's something different. Something I don't feel around men," he mused. "I want to be friends with them. No. Maybe... it's... I don't know." It was more like he felt he already was good friends with them. "How can that be?" he thought. "I just met these women yet I already feel so close to them." It occurred to him that all three women were also quite attractive, and yet... yet, he didn't feel any familiar sexual thoughts directed toward them. Ordinarily, he'd be initially attracted to any winsome girl, though the very next thing that would pass through his mind would always be, "Gee, I'd like to look like her." "No," he thought, "those impressions are totally gone." It was actually a big relief. But the internal changes really hit him when a young orderly peeked in. "Do you girls need anything? Water? A soda?" He glanced directly at Thomas. Thomas observed that the orderly's eyes were soon locked onto a point somewhere south of his chin. Thomas, feeling a bit exposed, adjusted his robe to close it a bit. Still, he was delighted to be included as one of the girls and even more delighted to garner the orderly's wordless compliment. He noticed Tammy and Beth exchange glances at one another and watched as they changed their tone of voice to something he recognized as a little flirtatious. He tried joining in with their behavior and found it easy to do. The three of them teased the young man and laughed with him as he brought in a couple of bottles of water. When he left, Tammy remarked in a low voice, "He's pretty easy on the eyes, No?" Beth giggled in agreement. Thomas felt a little thrill run down his spine too. "That was interesting," he thought. "Things really do seem different now." Tammy confided that the young man would probably be at tonight's big event next door. "Maybe he'll ask you to dance," she goaded. Thomas turned several shades of red as they all laughed together. Gloria appeared with several beautiful low-cut gowns folded over her arms. "You have a lovely figure and I think any of these will show it off, but I thought this blue satin slit gown would be perfect for you. It will feature an occasional flash of your lovely legs and of course it won't hide what you have on top either. She held up the gown so Thomas could inspect it. "What do you think?" He gazed at the lovely dress and nodded. It reminded him of the many times he'd fantasized about wearing a beautiful sequined mermaid gown like this. "And now I will get to realize my fantasy." Gloria unzipped the back of the gown and he eagerly stepped into it. The feeling of being surrounded by feminine softness, both inside and out, thrilled him as she zipped the back up and then smoothed and adjusted the thin shoulder straps. He could feel the soft silkiness of the fabric pulled close against his hips and thighs. It fit tightly around his nicely rounded bun too. Its low cut and bare shoulders made him feel exposed, and that made him feel vulnerable. And that in turn made him feel even more feminine. He made no mention to the girls of the image that had just crossed his mind. He saw himself walking out onto a dimly lit dance floor and then folding deeply into the young orderly's arms as a slow romantic tune started to play. "Wow!" he thought. I wonder where that came from?" If he had allowed himself to surface the entire image he might have seen himself standing on his high heels with the handsome orderly towering above him. He'd have tilted his head back, wrapped his arms around the back of the orderly's neck, and pulled him close enough to smell his after shave and rub his coarse stubble against his soft cheeks. He'd have felt the orderly gripping his silken encased body and pull him close, sending an exhilarating chill along his spine as a stiffened manhood eagerly pressed against his abdomen. He'd then have gently parted his lush red lips to allow the orderly's tongue to gently probe the inside of his mouth. Instead, the full image remained just below the threshold of Thomas's conscious awareness. Still, even the incomplete image managed to stir up something remarkable. He felt a rise of something unfamiliar. "It seems like sexual tension but it's not like like anything I'm used to," he thought. "That's quite a surprise. It feels so much different. Gosh. Am I ready for this?" Tammy and Beth pulled out the rollers and combed out his hair and then pinned it into an upsweep. He slipped on the rose ankle strapped heels. He was ready to see the final results. "Okay, close your eyes," Tammy teased. She placed her hand on the rim of the swivel chair readying herself to spin it around. "On the count of three..." He closed his eyes and waited as Beth counted. "One... Two... Three!" - - - - - The synthetic feminine voice broke in again. "I'm sorry but your time has expired. If you wish to purchase additional time press the 'Continue' button and select the number of minutes you wish to purchase on the virtual keypad. Your credit card will automatically be charged." Then after a short pause, "I am sorry, your card has been declined. This session is terminated. Please see a staff member if you think this is an error. Thank you. Goodbye." Jesse looked at Brandon. "What do we do now?" He replied, "Well, he'll need to come in and give us a valid card or that will be the end of it." Jesse looked out the window of the control room. "Uh-Oh." "Boy, he looks pissed," Brandon exclaimed. They were looking at Mr. Simmone struggling with his goggles, pulling at the wires on the head cap, and unplugging his full-bodied sensory suit. "Maybe I'd better help him out of that suit." He paused for a bit, while observing him struggle and then reconsidered. "No. You know what? I think I should let Mark handle this. I think there might be a scene. Stay here. Don't open the door to the bay. I'll be right back." Brandon left Jesse alone in the control room and took off through the opposite door that led down the hall to Mark's office. Jesse stared through the glass wall at the struggling figure. "No," she said out loud to herself, "he isn't angry, he's distressed. Maybe I can help him." She stepped to the glass door, opened the lock and called out, "Mr. Simmone. Do you need some help?" Thomas finally got free of the wires and walked briskly toward Jesse. His eyes were glazed. Jesse judged it was caused by rising emotion and not by long minutes staring unblinkingly into 3D goggles. He was breathing heavily, his face was contorted, and he seemed on the verge of crying. He looked desperate. "You've got to help me," Thomas pleaded. "Please, restart it, I have to finish this. It's all I have left." He walked quickly up the short staircase, past a stunned Jesse, and into the control room. Jesse offered, "Brandon went to find our supervisor, he'll be back in a minute, maybe they can help you with your card. Do you suppose its a mistake?" "No," he replied dejectedly, "it's no error. I'm maxed out. It's the last of me." He hung his head and his shoulders slumped. "Then you'll probably have to stop until you can straighten it out," Jesse replied. She thought, "He seems like he might be having breakdown. Maybe it would be good if he paused for a few days anyway, so he can get a grip on himself." "You don't understand." His eyes were wild with fire now. "I have to finish this. I have to!" He heard voices in the hall outside and quickly took one of the control room chairs and propped it under the door, jamming it closed. "I've got to finish this... Now! I can't wait. It won't wait." "I can't help you," Jesse said, now with some fear rising in her voice. "You've got to talk to Mark, why don't you let him in?" "Look, young lady." "Jesse. My name is Jesse." She thought that perhaps putting a name to her face might help calm him down, or at the very least, stop him from hurting her. "Look, this is all I have left. Two years ago I was a successful man. I had everything a man could want. An advanced academic degree, a profession, a great job, a career, a wonderful family, close friends, a big house, luxury cars, a boat, and plenty of leisure time to fill. Instead of spending it with my family or taking up a useful hobby I choose this." He waved his hand around the room. "Maybe I didn't choose it. Maybe it chose me. But it was the only relief I could get." "Look Mr. Simmone, maybe you need to calm down a bit." "Calm down? Do you know what it's like to live everyday of your adult life wishing you had a different body? Wishing you could be someone else? It gnaws. It hurts. It consumes your every waking thought. I need to do something to make it stop. This is the only way I can come close to taking away the agony. I was fired from my job. I gave up all my friends. They all drifted away. My wife eventually divorced me and my kids turned on me as well. I wasted all my savings and maxed out all my credit cards. I went bankrupt. This credit card...." He tossed it on the desk. "I stole from my daughter. Can you imagine anyone stooping so low?" "But they have medical procedures, you could have changed your sex, like that Olympic swimmer guy," Jesse responded. "Are you kidding?" Thomas asked incredulously. "Have you seen him? All that access to money and Hollywood plastic surgeons and he still looks like a guy in a dress. No thanks. Besides, I'm too far down this rabbit hole now." "Still, maybe a doctor could..." Jesse trailed off. "You don't understand. I never told a soul about my compulsion. I couldn't do it. I didn't ever consider going to a doctor. It would have meant shame and embarrassment, changing my entire life, risking losing my wife and kids, maybe my career too. Can't you see? It would have been just too difficult. No, I thought it would be better this way. I thought this would help me beat it." It's funny how ironic things turned out. Saving myself from possible ruin caused me to lose everything. I've given up everything chasing this dream. For the last couple of months I've been living in my car but they repossessed it this morning. I'll have to sleep on the street tonight. I have only the clothes on my back left! I'm a loser, a fake, a lost soul." Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes. "I can't go on like this. I just can't." Jesse, judging his mental state to be on the verge of collapse, was getting frightened by his behavior. She backed herself into a corner of the control room. "We can help you, I'm sure," she pleaded. "We'll find you the help you need." "The pounding at the door grew more fierce. "Let us in! Jesse are you alright in there? What's going on?" Thomas stepped across the room and stood at Jesse's computer console. He began to fiddle with the controls. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Jesse cautioned. Thomas replied, "I've been here often enough to have learned a little something about these." He hit the manual override and then raised each control; physical, psychological, physiological, emotional, cultural, and social; to the maximum value, number10. He then entered a code, something Jesse was unaware could even be done, and activated a maintenance mode. From there he was able to raise the levels even higher. The screen lit up red and the console began issuing beeping warning tones. "Mr. Simmone, that could be dangerous." Jesse stepped toward the console as the banging continued at the door. "I'm calling 9-1-1," yelled Brandon through the door. "Let us in. Now!" Thomas seemed a bit calmer. "I'm sorry Jesse, but I can't risk you fiddling with these controls. Sit down now and be as quiet as you can be. I won't hurt you but I'll have to tie you up." Jesse did as she was told. He pulled out the mouse and keyboard and used their wires to tie her arms to the chair. It was makeshift but Thomas figured it would hold just long enough. "Please Mr. Simmone. Stop! It's too dangerous. You won't be able to take it with everything set so high. It's more than anyone can withstand!" "Shhh now. Please tell them to stop banging at the door and then be quiet yourself." Jesse called out, "Brandon! Mark! I'm okay, just stop banging. It will be be alright." Thomas strode to the bay door, used another chair to block it closed once he was inside, and then slipped onto the couch and began to expertly reconnect all the wires and sensors. Jesse could only stare at the console as the alarms rose in intensity. Thomas sat back and stretched onto the soft couch. He flipped two switches to close the pod, took a deep breath through his nose, and then exhaled it all through pursed lips. He pulled the goggles over his eyes just as the shell doors closed over him. Jesse watched wide-eyed as the heart monitor and brain waves rose to their red lines and then beyond. Seconds later Mark and Brandon managed to unblock the door and burst inside. As they did so the heart monitor and EEG both flatlined. "Shit!" cried Brandon. He raced toward the console as Mark rushed to Jesse and began untangling the wires that bound her to the chair. Jesse began to cry as Mark finished untangling her. "He's inside the bay, I think he's in trouble." Brandon toiled at the console but couldn't get it to respond. He didn't immediately realize that Thomas had disabled the keyboard and mouse. He finally managed grab a set from another console, plug them in, and initiate the emergency shutdown procedure. He let out long breath once he confirmed that the shell doors were retracting. Just as he did, Mark manged to force open the bay room door. All three of them rushed into the bay and crowded around the couch. Thomas was still. "Jesus," Brandon exclaimed. "I think he's dead. Did we kill him?" Mark took command. "We've got to call 9-1-1 back and ask for an ambulance. Jesse you call. Brandon! You and I have to start CPR. You do the breathing and I'll do compressions. Are you ready?" Brandon had already removed the goggles from Thomas's head. Jesse bent over his still body and stared into his face. She held up her arm to stop the two men. "No! Leave him alone." "Are you crazy?" Brandon and Mark exclaimed in unison. "No, take a look at his face. Have you ever seen anyone so tranquil and peaceful? He's smiling and relaxed. Look at him. He died happy and complete. It's a miracle given how he was acting just a couple of minutes ago. Whatever he's done or wherever he's gone to, he was finally successful. He is complete. His pain is gone. He's finally at peace. He's achieved what he'd craved for a lifetime. If we bring him back now we'll just be putting him right back into his personal hell. We have no right to do that. Now, leave him alone." The two men stopped and looked down at Thomas Simmone's serene face and they knew instinctively that Jesse was correct.