BE FOREWARNED. The following story contains sexually explicit material not suited for those who have not yet achieved the age of maturity. If you should fall into this category, do not read further. Consult the laws of your community to clarify if you are eligible to read adult sexual material. The theme is transsexual. If this type of reading matter offends you, read no further. Go do something else.

 

Armed Forces        by: Virginia Kane         © 1996. All rights reserved.

 

PART SEVEN

Chapter One.

I had just returned to the research facility from my first visit to a women’s hair salon. The male hairdresser gave me a platinum blonde pixie hairdo and gave me a tutorial in sexual variations that was previously unknown to me. I also found out from my mentor, Dr. Korrick, that earlier magnetic radial imaging clearly divulged undeveloped female sex organs inhabited my body since birth that I also was not aware of. She hinted these organs were responsible for my intense internal sexual response to Henri the hairdresser’s digital manipulation of my derriere this afternoon.

Afterwards, when we left the salon, I threw a tantrum in the mall. My rash behavior was that of a spoiled teenage girl who wasn’t getting her way. I publicly embarrassed my fiancée: Louise, my mentor: Dr. Jane Korrick and her transvestite aide: Donna. My voluptuous mentor and her gorgeous aide are both transgendered subjects that participated in an earlier study in the precursor of Gentech research program I had just entered.

Dr. Korrick just got off of the phone from having a long talk with the head of the research study discussing my tantrum episode at the mall. They did not anticipate a ribald display of prissy femininity by me this early stage. Telemetry recordings of the incident from neural sensors that researchers introduced to my body in the early morning, along with some slow-release, hormone secreting implants, was already en route to the lab for analysis to fine-tune my study session schedule. They were alarmed at my ability to respond to the chemical therapy with such alarming speed.

"Dr. Korrick, I’m worried. I don’t know why I acted as I did at the mall. With your telling us that the celebration tonight was off, I lost it. For two weeks, I’ve been closed up in the facility studying the history and development of the foundation sponsoring our study, in addition to a heavy load of classes in pre-med. I was really looking forward to a little break. It’s my birthday!

Louise, and Donna were looking forward to it too. You saw how the two looked at me when you said the party was ‘off’. They wanted to kill me!

Now, you want me to stay in and watch five videos about what to expect next. That’ll take hours and hours. Can’t it wait? Please. Let the girls take me out for my birthday. I promise I’ll behave. I won’t say a word above a whisper. Besides. I don’t think Dr. Evers wants to proceed yet, by the tone of your side of the phone conversation with him on the phone. He’ll want to review today’s telemetry from Henri’s salon first. Pleeeeeeease!"

"Listen to you, Toni. You’re pleading like a little girl that just had her dolls taken away. You must stay in tonight, to continue providing post session neural reactions. If you leave the building, we might miss some important data. Your afternoon outburst wasn’t voluntary; it was a parasympathetic response to my announcement. You display little control over emotions. We can’t take a chance at missing key data for establishing base lines."

 

"I can’t help it, Dr. Korrick. For some reason acting more like a -- a real girl after getting this hairdo and the implants earlier today seems appropriate. How much more do you think I’ll change in one day? I feel all girly, now. Will I ever be able to go back to being a normal male? It’s getting scary. What will happen next? Was your first day so dramatic for you?"

 

"Not at all! Your sensors and implants are the same as Donna’s and mine. Other current subjects who aren’t assigned to the control group are getting the exact same long-term release hormones you are. Yet, none of them behave as you do. It took weeks of practice for me to acquire the feminine traits you display in less than a day. The immediate feminine mannerisms must be due to latent female organs you have, Toni. It’s very encouraging.

You may progress faster, but likely not much further than the rest of your group. We expected you’d be an excellent subject for Gentech with the predisposition your feminine organs provide. Your progress is astounding, far more than we anticipated. You should be as proud and as pleased with your progress as we are. It’ll be easier for you to complete the study’s assignments and provide the research with more data than the others."

"That’s what worries me. What if my predisposition prompts me to interact with men too much, before I learn about the purposes and expectations of my assignments? I don’t want to cause another scene like I did at the mall today by violating more security restrictions so that I can’t go out again. I surely don’t want to be cooped up here for the duration of the study.

I look like a cheap tart, and I love the look! When Mike gets a good look at me, he’s going to want to get fresh with me. I’m bound to get into trouble when I see him, by wanting to do more things than I’m supposed to do.

Jane, to be honest, after we left Henri’s salon, during the car ride back, I was wishing Henri had gone further than he did, the lecher! How will I be able to resist a hunk like Mike? What do you suppose will happen?"

"Nothing that you won’t be able to enjoy. Personally, I think you have been experiencing feminine impulses right along, while growing up. That might be why started crossdressing on your own, but had no reason to question why. You may have a strong feminine mental self-image as well. Consider this: Without Gentech, you might continue to experience feminine feelings, and never fully understand why. At least by taking part in the study, you’ll get to experience your proclivities better and exploit your urges all you want, instead of repressing them, as most crossdressing men do.

We can start right away, if you’d like. Dr. Evers has approved your being excused from pre-med classes for a few days to allow you to practice and discover how you feel inside better. I’ll help as much as I can. After you review each of the five tapes that are on their way here, I’ll stop in. We’ll discuss the content one by one. They summarize years of research by teams like ours from all over the world. You may even recognize a few of the participants, especially me when I first started in Program T, I hope."

"But, my classes, I’ll fall behind in my studies. Then what?"

"No you won’t. The tapes will only take a few days to review. Your special pre-med courses are designed to coincide with the research study. Your instructors and classmates will pitch in to help you stay current. They’ll all study the same tapes, separately, to get their own individual perspectives. Then we’ll have you all get together to compare notes. They can help you to comprehend how you all feel, gathering additional data along the way. I think your concentrating on the tapes for the next couple of days will be highly productive. Let administration worry about scheduling. Your task is to provide the telemetry department with more base-line data right now.

The look on Mike’s face when he first sees you should be very interesting. He received neural sensors of his own this morning, too, you know."

"He did? How soon will I see Mike? He was supposed to escort us tonight. Now he’ll be upset too, because we can’t go out. Mike’s a sophomore, a year ahead of me. If he has to review the tapes, he’s likely to fall behind in his schoolwork. Mike was upset about not being able to keep up with his classes as it was. Now he’ll go ape! What if he falls so far behind he has to drop out of college? He’ll blame me. This is terrible!"

 

"Toni! Get a hold of yourself! Mike won’t fall behind. He won’t miss any of his classes. He’s a male pattern identity participant. His involvement is to provide male neural reactions from interrelating with a modified subject.

 

His job is to evoke feminine responses from you. He’ll continue to see you, in accordance with the program. He isn’t aware of your rapid assimilation of feminine traits, so it may be wise not to alert him about your ‘special’ parts or the effect they may have on your demeanor. Leave decisions like that to the administrative staff. I’m sure Mike will be pleased with how you look now, though. If you’d like, we can arrange for him to see you right away. Telemetry from you two at this stage will be interesting, I’m sure."

"NO! Not, now! I’d pop a cork if he saw me so soon! I don’t know how I’ll react. I may encourage him to seduce me or something. I’m not ready, not yet, leastwise. Just thinking about that guy makes me feel all gushy inside. My stomach feels queasy, like I want to --- to ---"

"You’re merely hungry and confused, Toni. You haven’t had a thing to eat all day, leastwise nothing nutritional. Try to forget about any future sexual exploits for now. Hmmm. Let me put in a call to the cafeteria. I want both of us to be here when the videotapes arrive. Maybe, we qualify for room service tonight. Shall I give it a try?"

"Sure. I still have a craving for some pizza. Can we splurge, Dr. Korrick? Please, just this once? Since I can’t go out, at least let’s have a party "

"Did you notice what I just noticed, Toni? That was no male talking to me just now. Even without induced stress, you express yourself with feminine mannerisms. It’s as plain as day. You sound like a teenie bopper."

"What do you mean, without induced stress? I’m starved. Now that you mentioned it, I’m so hungry I think I could eat a house, but I’ll settle for a small sausage and mushroom pizza and some garlic bread, uh, --please."

"You are something else, Toni. You just did it again. You even batted your eyelashes at me. I’m glad I thought of turning on the camera here when I first got on the phone. Evers is going to love this tape segment."

"Is that all you think of, Jane. More videotape? Alright, already! Please get on the phone and order us some food. You were right. I’m famished!"

"Yes, dear. Holy shit. I’m acting like a hen-pecked husband. I can’t take much more of this. I’m so excited, I forgot my own feminine mannerisms."

"Just call!"

"--- Cafeteria? Dr. Korrick here." Aside: "Sausage and mushroom?"

"The works! As long as I’m going to be up all night watching videotapes, I’m going to need lots of energy. Get some diet Pepsi, too."

Into the phone: "Yes, could you possibly send out for a pizza? Sausage and mushroom; no, make that a cheese, veggie and mushroom pizza, a family size. When it arrives, have security bring it up to room 309, stat.--- It is somewhat of an emergency. Why do you ask? I was actually joking. ---How do you know it would take so long getting here? ---Oh, that figures. Order us one anyway. Okay? In the meantime, can you send down two cheeseburgers, some fries and a two-liter bottle of diet cola? We missed dinner and haven’t had lunch either. We’ll share whatever we don’t eat with others that will be joining us shortly. --Oh, we’ll need some cups and a bucket of ice as well. -- That would be swell. Thanks, much.

Satisfied? We can have a birthday party after all. Evers or Sims already called the cafeteria and told them to send down a stack of healthy finger sandwiches and a send out for a sheet cake. See, he isn’t an ogre, after all. I added some burgers. The bozos in the cafeteria sent out for a pizza for themselves. Said that would take an hour and a half. We’ll save the pizza for Louise and Donna. You and I get cheeseburgers and the low-cal finger sandwiches to munch on while we’re waiting for Donna and Louise.

I know they had their hearts set on painting the town, but they’ll get over it. Did you know they were taking you to see a male strip show? They had it all arranged. Sorry about the sudden change of plan, but the telemetry is more important. Maybe we’ll go out in a few weeks. How’s that?"

"Oh, my." In my mind, a male stripper would be tame compared to Henri. "Can you call Donna and suggest they go out without me? The thought of a crowd of strange men drooling over me isn’t very appealing to me at the moment, especially with Lou there to watch. I’m sorry my tantrum messed up their plans. Yet, there’s no reason they shouldn’t go out."

"Not only was that a typical female response, but it was a sweet thought on your part, as well, Toni. Why don’t you lie down and try to relax. I can go next door and explain to Donna. Perhaps she can arrange for two of the proctors to accompany them, tonight, if they decide to go out. Would it bother you if Louise had a macho man go with her? Does your massive change alter your feelings about Louise? How do you think she’ll react?"

 

"I’m alright, I guess. I’m hardly a fitting paramour for Louise now. Am I? If she needs a man to escort her places, I don’t see how I can hold her to our engagement. This changes a lot of things. I’m more concerned how she’s going to handle the news of my having feminine parts inside of me.

I’m still not over the shock of that revelation. You better prepare Louise for that bit of news while you’re at it. She’s going to flip out when she hears I was born with female organs inside."

After Jane left to talk with Donna and Louise, I recalled the events of the day, my first day over the age of consent. Wow! Way too many things happened, too fast! My mind was overloaded. I could barely keep track of all the events. I decided to write it down, in sequence. What a day!

Jane’s obvious concern over my tantrum meant something important that never happened before in the study occurred today. They’ll expect me to explain how I felt. The way she whooshed me out of the mall, you’d think I committed a crime or something. That long phone call to Dr. Evers meant he’s as concerned over it as she is. I better act like I know what I’m talking about, even if I don’t. First thing in the morning, I promised Louise that I’d cooperate fully, and then, within a few hours, I screwed up, big time.

She must be furious about my inability to keep my promise!

What are they looking for? If I can figure that out, maybe Louise will see that I’m sincere and want to do my best. Then, she’ll forgive me for being such a baby. I promised my dad, mom, Louise, Dr. Sims, well just about everyone that I’d be a model participant, and not fly off the handle. Some self-control I have. I screwed up on the very first day. I let them all down.

I lay on my bed with a pencil and pad. This was what I came up with:

1) The reunion with Mike. (He’s such a hunk!)
2) Discovery of a newer "purge machine" next door.
3) The hormone and sensor injective surgery.
4) Mutual oral gratification session with Jane.
5) My new boudoir and bath.
6) The discovery of my "soul sister" Donna.
7) Depilation by Donna.
8) My "magic" corset.
9) A change in my voice, using a throat spray.
10) My first hairdo!
11) Henri’s strange "Deep Kiss!"
12) The stranger, fatiguing, non-ejaculatory climax.
13) Donna and Louise’s daggers at the mall.
14) Dr. Korrick’s nervous concerns to my outburst.
15) News of my "extra" parts. (Why me?)

I stared at the list, perplexed. Did I leave anything out?

What made me act like a kid and throw a hissy fit? I was sure Dr. Korrick would want to know more about that. I have to try to help her if I can. Why did Henri have such a big effect on me? He ‘s gay! That’s why! I’d have done whatever he wanted, to keep him licking me back there. Could it be because the hormone release that began this morning? Do they work that fast? Can’t be. There’s got to be a key to it all somewhere. What is it?

Something similar happened once before that reminds me of those deep, magnificent waves I felt while Henri was licking my "tush". What was it, and when? Damn, I can’t recall. It was long before the implants or the oral sessions with Jane. What happened that made me feel that good inside? When was it? I have to remember. I have to---re—mem---berrrrr.

 

Chapter Two.

"Look at this, Doc. Leave her alone for fifteen minutes and she craps out."

"Shhhhh! Leave Toni sleep. She’s had a rough day. Listen to the two of us! We’re already referring to her as one of the ‘girls’."

Donna whispered. "Why not, Jane? Take a good look at her. She’s a prick tease if I ever saw one; platinum blonde, no less. Yet, that isn’t her fault. Henri’s a freaking pervert! He wanted me to sport flame red spikes when I got my first perm. He’s a sick, sick man that ought to be kept on a leash. One of these days, if I ever get half a chance, I’ll fix him. He’d look terrific with a set of real boobs, sporting one of his flamboyant hair creations."

"Never mind about Henri. He serves a purpose like the rest of us."

(Knocking) "Just a minute." After covering up my still dressed sleeping body with a blanket, Dr. Korrick answered the door. I stirred.

It was Ms. Regan. Jane hand signaled her to keep her voice level down. "Whose Idea was it to break Toni’s diet?"

Jane: "Mine. It’s a fitting gesture at this point. She deserves a break."

"She? Kind of soon, isn’t it?"

"You don’t know the half of it."

"I thought I’d better make sure a staff member authorized the burgers and French fries, and of all things, a ‘Monster Mash’ pizza! Was that your idea, too? Family size? This stuff will make her sick to her stomach!

I was told Mike was taking the girls out to some kind of show tonight. I had her evening meal plan filed early. Why didn’t she show up in the cafeteria? This junk food will keep my little baby, Tony, up half the night tossing his cookies if it reacts with the anesthesia he had for the implant surgery. The hefty dose of antibiotics to prevent foreign matter rejection could result in an adverse reaction, too. Remember Donna’s surgery?

I’ve been watching Tony’s telemetry readouts off and on for the whole day. Something sure isn’t going right. He freaked out several times! His readout showed severe trauma spikes. His day’s schedule indicated that he had an appointment to get his hair done, was to do some shopping, and take a standard security check. What else has he been doing? Toni isn’t ready to begin any stress monitoring sessions for another week, with Dr. Sims at the helm. Did you discuss his having any junk food with Dr. Evers?"

"Sue: step up and take a good look at your ‘little baby’. You’ll have a hard time justifying HIS freaking out. Try HER freaking out, instead. Or try SHE will be tossing HER cookies all night. Ever since her escapade at Henri’s this afternoon, Toni’s become the most feminine thing assigned to the study. Just come over and take a gander at her." She lifted the blanket.

"Oh, my! Henri’s been at it, again I see. That beast. Dr. Evers should have dismissed that reprobate years ago. Before you came along, that lunatic drove me crazy. He wanted me to have sex with him constantly, in and outside of the program’s parameters, just because I was still ‘hung’. If he isn’t stopped, he’s going to embarrass the foundation. He wants every modified participant to look like a ‘Lolita’. My poor Tony! He’s so young. Oh, I guess I should say ‘she’. What’s this she’s been writing?"

Dr. Korrick carefully slid the notepad from under my arm, causing me to stir in my sleep again. She carefully led Sue Regan and Donna away from my bed. Examining the notepad, she commented: "Look! She’s made a list of everything that happened to her today. She even mentioned her internal organs and orgasm, calling it ‘non-ejaculatory’."

"God, how I wish I could have feminine orgasms." Said Donna. "Maybe if our surgeons graft the same feminine organs onto me, I could have them too. How about it Dr. Korrick? Can you fix it with administration?"

"That’s been tried, to no avail. Wonder why she wrote the words ‘I must remember’ on the bottom of the list. Hmm. She must be self-analyzing what triggered her suddenly becoming feminine dominant today. I don’t wish to disturb her sleep. Let’s go next door." Dr. Korrick was too late.

I was roused from my nap by their murmuring. "Ms. Regan? What brings you around? Hi Donna." I stretched, not expecting Ms. Regan to answer me directly. "Sorry I messed up and blew it for everyone. A night out would have been a nice birthday surprise, after everything else that happened to me today. I was just jotting--- Oh, you have my notepad, Dr. Korrick."

"You were squirming in your sleep. I didn’t want it to get lost. I moved it as I covered you with a blanket." Dr. Korrick returned the pad to me.

Ms. Regan stepped up alongside of the bed with Dr. Korrick, but Donna stayed back. "Oh, I was in the cafeteria when the dietician gave a menu request to the chief cook. I was sure that you had surgery this morning. I brought you the requested burgers and fries, but I don’t think they’re a good idea, so soon. Your body might experience a bit of difficulty getting used to the hormones that are beginning to flow. These may give you a terrible tummy ache. Are you sure you still want them?"

I sat up on my bed and took the tray away from Ms. Regan. "My tummy’s already aching --- for some food, Ms. Regan. Yuk! These French fries are ice cold. I can’t stand cold fires! And ‘nuked’ fries are simply horrid!"

"See what I mean by ‘She’ and ‘Her’, Sue? Our new sorority sister is about to pass us up and become a first class female. In a week, she’ll be hazing us." They all laughed, while I looked at them dumbly.

"Did I miss something Dr. Korrick?"

"No, Toni, I was telling Sue that you crossed over the gender hurdle way ahead of schedule. You know that you did. We were trying to unscramble what caused an instantaneous mega leap over to our side of the fence. (To Sue): She adapted to totally feminine mannerisms without the aid of any training or prompting. We’re trying to figure out what the key was."

(To me): "Aren’t we Toni?" Jane purred as she sat on my bed and gently pushed my blonde bangs back up out of my eyes. I looked at her face carefully, trying to figure out if she was making fun of me. All I could detect was her genuine concern for me. I wanted to help solve the mystery.

"We have to observe her closely for a while Sue, to detect what might have caused the change to be so sudden. If it is purely stress related, her mind may have transferred to a feminine mode to insulate her from an imagined crisis. Somewhere behind this pretty face is a key to the puzzle. All we need to do is help her to tell us what it is, Sue. (To me) –Don’t we dear?" She cupped my face in the palm of her delicate hand. I welcomed her comforting tenderness. She slowly moved her hand from my chin and touched my arm with it.

"Don’t we dear?" She repeated. The manner in which she asked made me reply without giving it a thought.

"Certainly, ma’am." That was it! That’s what happened before! When she touched my arm, I automatically agreed with her, unquestioningly!

"You look pale, Toni. Are you still tired?"

"Exhausted." I sighed. " Oh, Jane --- uh, Dr. Korrick. There is something that’s been bothering me." I knew I was on to something crucial.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yes, I do. It could explain why I changed so quickly. I’d like to discuss it in private, though. Maybe, later." I nonchalantly touched her on the right arm, precisely as she had done to me, just moments earlier.

"Certainly, ma’am." She replied. At first, I assumed that she was mocking me in copying the manner I responded to her after her touching my arm. I gave her a hurt, astonished look, one that she couldn’t easily misinterpret. She stared at me, and noticed a change in my composure. She knew that I knew she that she wasn’t making fun of me, but was equally predisposed to respond to the peculiar touch to the upper right arm as I had been since I first arrived to begin my new job at the hospital.

"Tony? What did I do? Why are you looking at me so strangely?"

"Not here." I whispered. " I’d like a chance to discuss it with you, without anyone else to interfere. I believe I have a clue as to why I was able to respond to today’s changes so readily. I think you know why, too."

Dr. Korrick stared coldly at me, void of any emotion. I could see that she was carefully weighing her next words. She followed me out to my boudoir and said nothing as I covered up the video camera with a heavy towel, in hopes of muffling the microphone as well as blocking the sound directed lens. I saw that she manipulated her watch, the moment we were alone.

"It won’t do you any good, Jane. If I weren’t so tired, I’d ask to speak with you in a safer place, somewhere that we wouldn’t be constantly spied on."

"Oh, come on, Toni. We’re not being spied upon. We’re merely observed to assure that the research study doesn’t miss out on any important data."

"Okay. Let’s assume you’re right. Nonetheless, I am now positive that both of us have been carefully conditioned to respond to questions in a certain way. You can’t deny it. You must also know that I figured it out.

When I touched your arm, you gave me the same odd response I’ve been giving various people after they touched my right arm, ever since the study started, maybe even long before that: ‘Certainly ma’am’. It’s unlike me to say the word ‘ma’am’ in a reply, because slaves in the movie: ‘Gone With The Wind’ used that word to answer Miss Scarlet using it with the same obedient tone. I would never use that word, in that way, normally.

Somehow, I’m reluctant to speak freely to real women, like Ms. Regan. I don’t know why yet, but I feel more comfortable with you, Donna, or even with Henri. Possible because you are or were all like me, subjects in this research study. Real women, like Louise and Dr. Sims, even my mom; all scare me to blazes. Even some men scare me, like Louise’s dad."

"Toni, you know we should be having this conversation videotaped. We’re being closely monitored to assure all factors are taken into consideration in the study. I’ll have to report the entire conversation anyway, so why don’t I remove the towel from the camera and I’ll promise to play straight."

She took the towel away, and continued. "Some of the people watching us on the monitors are men, but not all. We know all about your intrinsic fear of women. We can’t control who might be observing us. So, if you have this fear of real women eavesdropping, you’re going to have to learn how to deal with it and any other forms of fear." She touched her watch again.

"The cameras save having outside assurance people around at all times controlling the study. Outside observers assure that the collected data isn’t all contrived to suit the objectives of the study administrators. You were told that at the very start. Having qualified observers on hand at all times would be cumbersome, and cost a regal fortune. This study is extremely expensive as it is. We might begin to reveal critical data or have a vital reaction at any given time. Boring the expensive doctors silly watching us cavort around, listening to our unrelated ‘girl’ talk would make the program unfeasible. Instead, specially trained volunteer observers review the tapes and point out important parts to an independent team of analysts so the study administrators can save time and money. The outsiders review the tapes to assure we don’t rig them. We’ve been through all this."

"I know. I can handle the observers being women. That isn’t what bothers me at the moment. I can ignore the camera too, but I can’t ignore how a real woman in the flesh makes me feel. It seems like they are powerful. I feel like the slaves in the movie when they’re around, watching us. I can’t say ‘no’ to them, even when I want to. Especially Louise.

I catch myself saying ‘certainly ma’am’ and things like that, even when I should be more assertive with women. I was always like that with Louise; as far back as I can remember, much more than with other women.

At first, I thought that my constant reluctance had nothing to do with the study. Leastwise, I didn’t think so, until now. Now, I wonder. If I was being conditioned to respond in a certain way a long time ago, I wonder whether I’m also conditioned to feel as I do about all women, as well. I can’t help myself. I know I wouldn’t answer them without thinking, the way I do when my arm is touched a certain way. I think we were both trained.

Ms. Regan next door makes me feel very nervous. Maybe I’ll hold back something important with her being around, because she’s a real woman. I’d feel much better if we only use ‘pseudo’ girls. We could talk. You and Donna know what I’m going through because you’ve both been through it yourselves. I’d also like to know if Donna answers the same way we did when her arm gets touched in that peculiar way. "

"But, Toni! Sue Regan is one of us! She was a crossdressing male nurse who became an early modified male participant in program T long ago!"

"Holy shit, Dr. Korrick! Her too? How many ‘adaptives’ are there? How can I tell who is or was what in this madhouse? Next, you’ll be telling me that my own mother was once a man! Oh, Jane! I’m too confused! This is way too hard to figure out. It’s only my first day at it and I’ve screwed up twice, already! Maybe I shouldn’t have told you about the arm touch."

"Toni, Toni! Get a grip on yourself. Just a minute! I think you might have said something important. Say that again."

"Say what, again?"

"What you called us --- uh: ‘adaptives’. Where did you pick up that term?"

"Adaptives? It’s just a word. --- Let me think for a second. --- Oh, yeah. In a college prep seminar during my senior year of high school, we heard a guest lecturer explain how to spot things people do without thinking much. He told us that, if you learn how to recognize patterns all people use when they normally speak, you could use subtle information you easily pick up to suggest careers that match the natural pattern of the person’s thinking. We can’t always guess our own normal mode, because we’re subjective, but others can detect our patterns of speech more readily because they can be more objective when they evaluate us.

The speaker told us that most people fall into one of four prevalent styles. If you can identify a person’s prevalent style, you can predict a range of careers that would fit their personality better. I wasn’t lucky. I don’t have a prevalent communicative style, like most of my classmates did."

"Interesting, Tony. Do you remember the four styles?"

"Sure. We memorized them to see if we could pick out who fit into which of the four styles: Thinkers, Feelers, Doers, and Expressers."

"Toni, those four style names match similar titles used by one very popular school of thought psychologists follow to identify basic personality types. They use a similar technique to help identify classic symptoms to help the patients understand why seemingly faultless people can have a significant difficulty in getting along with other seemingly faultless people.

Personalities can conflict, even when neither person has done anything to initiate conflict. Various different psychologists use different titles, but they mean much the same thing. Did the speaker tell your class anything about how each of the four types can use the knowledge gained about the styles of others to improve communicating with others?"

"That was the fun part. He said the doers dislike the feelers, thinkers hate expressers and vice versa. Once we accepted the concept, it explained why some kids might have such a hard time getting along with certain others. It was fun trying to figure out which kids used which style most, but it didn’t help me pick out a career plan, like it was supposed to do."

"Well, it may have been a fun exercise, but a career selection isn’t quite as simple as that. The technique can be useful to gauge how to apply one’s skills within a chosen person to --- never mind that. What seems surprising is that you are able to clearly remember the names of the prevalent styles. Do you always have such clear recollections of a speaker’s presentation?"

"Not really, but I really liked this lecture at first, because we formed groups and had a lot of fun voting on each person’s style to see if we guessed it right. I guessed right most of the time, but my own style wasn’t obvious, everyone disagreed. The speaker said it was okay. There’s more. He said some people don’t project a single prevalent style, and some people can adopt any style, depending on who their listeners are. I couldn’t read the girls’ styles easily, but the guys were easy for me to guess. All the guys were predictable. You never know what women are apt to say or do. I find that I’m a lot more comfortable talking to guys, even when they look like we do. I can talk easily with you or Donna. You both may look and act like women, but you have predictable speaking patterns and don’t make me so nervous like real women."

"Tony, your grasp of the concept is amazing. However, you still haven’t explained why you called us ‘adaptives’. You may have coined a fitting term for Gentech’s gender modified participants."

"The speaker called anyone who might chose to take advantage of others by mimicking a speaking style ‘manipulators’. He made it sound menacing, and for once in my life, I spoke up in front of everyone, girls included, and I asked the man what the manipulation had to do with our making career selections. He thanked me for asking, which made me feel good. It was the key point of his lecture.

He said we should understand that college counselors could persuade a college entrant into deciding to enter their own school, by making it sound more appealing, using the speaking style of the listener, without regard to the listener’s qualifications or career goals. Their primary goal is to recruit more students to fill the school’s enrollment quotas. He want to encourage us to be aware of recruiters’ agendas as well as our own. It made sense to me, but I didn’t see any blatant menace to it.

"Thinking about my parents, I asked him what he would call a person who mimicked a person’s style with good intentions, like my folks did. He said it took experience to correctly ascertain a person’s true motives, which was beyond the scope of his lecture. He wanted to alert kids about accepting glowing descriptions of college programs He then embarrassed me further by saying that I was detracting from the primary purpose of his lecture: to help us select careers to fit our talents, not fancy presentations.

I was livid over the fact that he put me down in front of the other kids. I told him it sounded to me as if he was one of those ‘manipulators’. It stopped him cold in his tracks. I caught him off guard, and it got me into trouble."

"Go on, Toni. You still haven’t told me why you called us ‘adaptives’."

"The speaker got red in the face. He had to answer me to continue. He paused, collected his thoughts and stared me in the eye. I can tell you what he said word for word. Would you like to hear it?"

"I sure would, Toni. I’m sure they affected you. Go on. Tell me."

"There are a few people who have the ability to freely change the style they use, and appeal to others in all of the other groups. We refer to them entertainers, comedians and provocateurs who either unwittingly or intentionally, but selfishly can destroy a valuable train of thought or the successful presentation of important information without regard to the value lost on a trivial digression."

"He misread my motive. Then he ridiculed me further:"

"Mr. Court, you obviously should run for public office. As it appears, with your curt attitude, and lack of respect, you would make a great politician someday. Please don’t interrupt me again."

"Everyone laughed. He shut me up, but good. Outclassed, I crawled into my shell. Later, when I was talking to Louise, I told her I didn’t think he was right. Some people, meaning my folks, want to help you decide, and will speak to you on your terms, or in your style to try to convince you to do as they suggest. I didn’t think his twisted term: manipulator fit my folks."

"You were probably justified in not classifying what parents are apt to do to persuade their own children as manipulation. Manipulation refers to taking advantage of others by falsely posing as a kindred spirit. In research, we always try to be objective. The temptation to ‘mirror’ those we are studying is great. It would be easy to gain one’s confidence, but it usually backfires in the long run, when the subject recognizes the deception. Instead, we act as normally as we can, even if it means not endearing the subjects."

"You may find it easy to confide in Donna and me, because we’re careful to be honest with you at all times. Women and men don’t always think in the same way. There are hundreds of studies on the subject, but by and large, they all say that communication between the sexes is more strained than communication with others of the same sex. You’ve only begun to be an apparent girl. Your mind is having a hard time deciding which gender to assume is normal for you. That’s why you limit your communicative trust to others like yourself: Donna and me, and to Henri because he likes men, which is normal for girls, not guys. Now, you can add Sue Regan to your list. She’s one of us apparent girls, what you called an ‘adaptive’ woman."

"Louise said I was making too big a deal out of something that wouldn’t have any affect on my career selection, and I should ignore what the guy said. If I disagreed with her, she’d only go on about it, so I didn’t respond. Yet, I can’t ignore what he said. It was logical and made sense to me. I’m right, aren’t I? It does make a lot of sense."

"Go on, Toni. Tell me why you think it is important to the study, now."

"Well, weeks later, I tried to understand my parents’ insistence that I enroll in college without declaring a major. I caught my parents appealing to me in what some friends considered to be my prevalent style, an expresser. Thinking about the lecture, I decided that I do sometimes react first, and think later, which is what my folks tried to get me to do. Go to college first, and decide on a career later. I didn’t agree with them.

I suppose my leaving home over my folks’ badly botched attempt to sway my decision proved that my friends were right about one thing. I acted on impulse without thinking out what the consequences were."

"Toni, are you purposely avoiding my question?"

"No, Dr. Korrick, not really. I’m answering the camera too, not just you. While you are voicing the question, what you really want me to do is tell whoever is monitoring the videotape what I think is most important about my discovery. I don’t know who is listening, so I can’t adapt my answer to fit any particular personality. The person making notes right now has to adapt to mine, in order for him or her to convey the truth to others.

Likewise, I will have to be totally unbiased and not use a prevalent style, I guess. That way, I won’t offend anyone, like I do when I fly off the handle, like I did at the mall today in front of Louise, Donna and you.

Anyway, that’s how I came up with the term "adaptive’. I have to respond in ways that should please anyone and everyone. I guess my skills at ‘adapting’ doesn’t work well by the look on your face, huh, Dr. Korrick?"

"Toni, you couldn’t be more wrong. It does work. Let me try to explain how I interpret the way you probably feel about yourself right now, and the way you decided how you should respond to the observers and me.

First of all: you didn’t ‘screw up’ today. You were totally honest at the mall, in the next room with Ms. Regan, and especially right now, with me. You have an amazingly clear perception of the conditions around you, and you modify your behavior and your responses in a manner that would only be expected of a very professional shrink.

You astound me, Toni. If we could determine, through thorough testing to validate that your dual gender identity sparks this talent of yours, it would indeed be a very significant clinical breakthrough, one that wasn’t planned, but nonetheless could be of substantial potential benefit. Then, if you learn to consistently apply this ‘adaptive’ skill of yours in communicating, you could become a terrific clinician someday. My, you are so perceptive. Tell me. Do you feel all of us ‘adaptives’ are like you in the way we act?"

"No, not always. But, we all find ourselves willing to pose as members of the opposite sex for some reason or other. By doing it, we have become ‘adaptives’, whether it was voluntary or not. Donna told me that she really didn’t volunteer. Said she was drafted, whatever that means. Still, Donna seems happy to be involved in the program.

I wonder if we were all being brainwashed into participating in some way or another, not that it matters now. Our changing back to looking like guys in the near future is highly unlikely. We might as well get on with it.

I should be screaming my head off, not wanting to be changed into looking like a girl, but I’m not. Am I? In fact, I’m looking forward to it. Maybe it’s due to the alarming news that I have a few girls’ parts in me. I’d like to find out more, like whether my male parts would change or disappear in time.

You said I astounded you. I’m not astounding. I think anyone can do some astounding things when we’re forced into astounding circumstances that prompt us to do astounding things. Actually, we’re pretty ordinary people, don’t you agree?" I touched Dr. Korrick’s arm in the peculiar way, knowing what would happen.

"Certainly ma’am." We smiled at each other, knowing we both now knew someone was responsible for the automatic triggered reply, and that our attention would be riveted to the words that would follow. Not wanting to give a directive to Dr. Korrick, I remained silent. It seemed that she was waiting for me to continue. No matter what I said, she would acknowledge and comply with it. After a few uncomfortable moments, she finally spoke.

"Tony, we’re giving every specialist reviewing the video a giant headache about now. It’ll be weeks before they can sort it all out. Hey! Our pizza is getting cold! Eat too much and Regan will have you in aerobics, working off the extra calories for hours. Let’s get back and join the others."

"Jane, I still want a list of all the adaptives and only work with them for a while, to kind of keep a level playing field, so I can feel more comfortable."

I didn’t want my request to have the weight of a directive. I’d soon find out if my pause was sufficient to diffuse the effect of the arm touch.

We agreed to return into my larger room to rejoin the others. Before I did, I objectively looked into the mirror for the first time, since returning from the mall. "Wow! What happened to my hair? I’m a ditzy platinum blonde!"

Jane looked puzzled. "You first noticed?"

With my preoccupation with Henri’s deep kiss at the salon, Donna & Lou’s daggers in the mall, Jane’s scolding for my temper tantrum, and my own concern for screwing things up, I almost completely forgot about Henri’s vivid bleach job. What a complete difference it made in how I looked. It may be hard getting used to looking like a bimbo, but it is sexy, no slutty is more like it. With all the supposed sexual encounters my mind was busy conjuring up, that the study might entail, I sure looked like the person for the job. Quite an appropriate style too, I thought; easy to maintain.

I could detect a hint of rise in my reflected nipples. I smiled inwardly. Jane came up behind me, put her arms around me, and rubbed my tummy, and blew in my ear. "Your hair is lovely, Toni. Let’s take a break. I’ll have to get to you about limiting your personal contact to other adaptives. You realize that would exclude Mike and Louise, don’t you?"

"Oh, no! You misunderstood me. I wasn’t referring to the taping sessions or assigned interplays. I meant the rest of the time. I need to be able to feel relaxed so I can stay focused on my schoolwork and things. I don’t want to exclude Mike or Louise. I just don’t want too many women around when I have things to do that don’t involve the research program."

"What about Mike?"

"He’s special. He wouldn’t have volunteered if it weren’t for me. I want to become his new sex object, to show my appreciation for his being nice to me and helping me to decide on volunteering."

"We’d better talk about that later, too. Let’s go eat, huh?"

We rejoined the others who already ate the finger sandwiches, burgers, fries, and half the veggie pizza. Some party! Cold pizza and warm soda!

"Hey, what’s the big idea, girls? The pizza and finger sandwiches were supposed to be for me! I’m starved and the pizza looks cold!"

"Relax, sweet cakes." Donna retorted between bites. "Mike and Louise left to bring another one. This one was getting cold. We decided to start the birthday party without you two, while Jane was playing ‘doctor’ with you.

While you were gone, we all took a vote. We’re plan on having the outing with you some other evening to see the male strippers. I heard we have some videos to watch coming and you’ll get to watch them while the rest of us are slavin’ away in class. You got dispensation from Dr. Sims. We didn’t. So you better be nice to us, or we’ll all eat the other pizza and let you starve that pretty little body of yours watching us stuff ourselves."

No sooner she finished talking, Mrs. Donier arrived saying Dr. Sims was on her way, as well. They all wanted to wish me a ‘happy birthday’. Louise and Mike were expected back at any moment with the pizza they ordered earlier on their own, one with some meat on it.

When Mike And Louise arrived, the party got into full swing. I felt like I had a new birth, a feminine birth. It was so nice of them to cancel going out so they could help me celebrate.

Dr. Korrick quietly led me off into a corner after I had three pieces of the delicious new hot pizza and some diet soda. I was glad to at least get my hands on some of it before it quickly vanished. Everyone was having a great time. No one was counting calories.

She spent a few minutes on a courteous, private, birthday salute, and then looked more seriously at me. She wanted to let me know one more thing. There was one other element that might have caused my sudden mind "conversion". She wouldn’t say what it was. She wanted me to think about it to see if I could detect it on my own, and confirm her suspicions. I shook my head and told her I was too tired to think about another thing, tonight. All I wanted to do for the rest of the evening was "party until I dropped!"

I completely forgot that I was still wearing a corset. Never having worn one before, I couldn’t predict the effect that drinking a lot of soda and rapidly devouring food would have. Without any warning, I got cramps. Dr. Korrick suggested I needed some emergency osteopathic manipulation, jokingly and pushed me back toward my bed. There, she reached up under my blouse and loosened up the laces on the corset, tickling me as she did it.

Everyone gathered about to check out my burst of giggles. Jane reached her long arms about me from behind, unfastened my belt, unzipped my short skirt and slowly eased it down over my hips, caressing my smooth, nylon covered thighs until the skirt fell to the floor of its own accord. She then released my garter tabs, slipping them out from within my new, fluffy, ruffled panties. She removed my corset, carefully blocking everyone else’s view with her body.

The sudden release of the corset’s confines spelled instant relief. I could breathe again. I began to immediately scratch the red marks about my waist as the knot in my stomach started to dissipate. In my previous lone ventures into crossdressing, I never had a garment like this one to mold my body into shape. I was reluctant to lose the finer image it provided, but the cramps demanded otherwise.

Having been so intently preoccupied with a flurry of activity throughout the entire day, I really get much of a chance to pay attention to how severely my body was being restricted. I was so thrilled with the results it afforded; I ignored its firm grip to relish in its reward. I stepped over to the vanity’s mirror to see if the tightness of the corset had any residual effect on my sore torso. Oh, darn! I was still a flat-chested, disappointed boy. I looked around. Mike was nowhere in sight. It was just we girls. Where’d he go?

 

Darn! I wanted him to watch me being undressed. I wanted to see the look on his face as he first gazed upon my pretty, form-defining corset. Shoot!

The girls crowded around me. My disappointment at not retaining a more girlish figure must have been obvious to everyone. They gathered around to console and lighten my spirits. Jane touched my arm, softly saying that I shouldn’t expect miracles. I nodded my head and tried to cover up my flat, naked chest and too broad waist. They conflicted with my new, pretty face.

"Certainly ma’am." I took the corset from her, hoping if I could separate the detachable bra, I could at least recover some semblance of a woman’s shape. Donna stepped up, holding a satin, lime green, short-sleeved robe.

"This goes well with your gorgeous, green eyes, Toni," she whispered as she draped it over my shoulders. Jane stooped to remove my panties and replaced them with panties that matched the robe that Donna handed to her. She left my cache-sex in place to preserve the "mons Venus" look. Sue turned me away from the mirror and placed a front-closing, strapless bra around my chest with built in pads.

"Better?" she asked me, raising an eyebrow. It was, and I nodded. I turned back to the mirror, as Donna slipped the smooth robe up my arms, which I lowered to accommodate her. Of in one corner, I noticed that Louise was standing in front of Mike, so he couldn’t see me, not that he wasn’t trying. If her hair wasn’t done up, he would have. They slowly drifted back, away from the group attending to me.

MY three soul sisters were deftly welcoming me into their secret sorority, knowing well how their tender touch was calming me. I closed my eyes unwilling to disturb the serenity of the moment. Donna broke the silence. "Don’t move, Toni. I’ll be right back." She returned, knelt before me and exchanged my heels for a pair of comfortable, matching slippers. Now you look better, Toni. More magic for Milady."

The combined effect of six hands on my flesh felt more scintillating than previous caresses. Unlike Louise, who always avoided close body contact with me, these girls were stroking my libido. I was completely aroused by their embrace, almost too aroused to compare their oh so soft touch to the delicious caress of Louise on the night I proposed to her.

Dreamily, I opened my eyes to find Louise. She was standing by the door with Mike and Ms. Donier. They weren’t watching me anymore, but stood in a huddle of subdued conversation of their own. Mike had his back to me. At the sound of a knock, he opened the door to admit Dr. Sims.

"Good Evening, girls, and boy." She looked directly at Mike when she said "boy". It was obvious that she purposely was referring to me as one of the girls as she made the male greeting singular.

She walked about the room, smiling, nodding to each of us, ending up in front of Mike. She commanded undivided attention from us all. We held our breaths, wondering what her next statement would be.

"I just spoke with Dr. Evers. We feel your team has already furnished far too much data for one day to handle effectively. To allow us sufficient time to properly review it, we’d like for you all to relax and enjoy yourselves at a well-deserved celebration in honor of Toni’s birthday, without conductance of any further interaction. You may view this tape (she held in one hand) as a group, tonight, if you’d like. It is entitled ‘Whizz’.

Each of you will receive a full set of five tapes to review on your own. They will be delivered to your rooms some time tomorrow or the day after. You’ll have the rest of the week to complete the assignment. No classes will be conducted until you have all seen the tapes and are ready to comment on them as a group. Your group is way ahead of schedule. The resumption of your regular classes next Monday will give you more than sufficient time to maintain the proper pace for the curriculum, as you already completed the clinical aspects of what was hoped to be accomplished within the next two weeks of laboratory sessions. Congratulations.

Mike, unfortunately, the schedule change doesn’t apply to you. You will still have to attend your classes this week. You will have to observe the tapes during your free time, however, I will arrange for a tutor or personal assistance from your devoted instructors to help you along. I will try to arrange some time off from your classes, as well, but I can’t guarantee it.

I might add that Toni will be spending a lot of time alone or with Dr. Korrick and/or me. Try to wait until you all have thoroughly screened all five of the tapes before discussing the contents with one another. Any questions?

No? Good! Now, where’s the pizza that’s caused the big rhubarb up in the cafeteria. They’re upset up there. Can you imagine? They think you don’t like their cooking. I gave them something to think about. I know about their sneaking pizzas in for themselves. They’ll have to be satisfied with what they cook for you in the future. I’m sure the food quality will improve, now that they must share in sticking to the menu selections, as well.

They receive scholarships in the hospital food preparation curriculum for their culinary skills. As a part of Gentech, it means they can’t get away with not eating what they cook for everyone else in the study. Your team may be exempt from pulling kitchen duty, but the healthy diet designed for everyone in Gentech, including the cooks, will be adhered to from now on. I’m sure the food quality will improve."

Dr. Sims walked up to me, as the others stepped aside for her cautiously, and she kissed me on the cheek, as women often do, without any lip contact. "Congratulations on a marvelous beginning, Toni, and a very happy birthday to you. I’m sorry that I didn’t bring you a present for your birthday, but by the looks of things around here, you already received a fair share of new things as it is. These five tapes are only for you, except for the "Whizz" tape. If you wish, Dr. Korrick will assist you to understand them.

Picking up a paper plate, she smiled radiantly, grabbed the few remaining pieces of cold pizza, and announced: "Carry on. That’s all the business for today. Relax and let’s have some fun."

Trying to act like a gracious hostess, I poured he some soda. She took it and smiled at me once again, whispering: "My dear, you certainly began your adult life in an inspiring manner. We administrators can barely wait to confer with the remote advisors from sponsoring foundations, once they’ve reviewed our analyses of your progress."

She turned to Dr. Korrick. "Your impatience to venture out with Toni was a stroke of genius. Not awaiting our total confidence in Toni’s conformance to security, you have created the perfect situation necessary to trigger her to expose her latent feminine psyche by your scolding. Henri’s tapes of her telemetry confirmed your diagnosis. It might have taken us month to evoke so feminine a perspective otherwise. Congratulations to you, too."

Dr. Korrick beamed from Dr. Sims’ adulation. "I was convinced it was wise to proceed with Toni’s security test, Dr. Sims, but I am equally surprised as you are to learn that my scolding prompted Toni to fully immerse into a feminine identity. Her ‘conversion’ was unprecedented. First, I thought it was ---"

Dr Sims cut her off. "Not now, Dr. Korrick, not yet. We have ample time to discuss it tomorrow. I want you in my office, first thing in the morning."

I was thrilled to hear Dr. Sims honor Dr. Korrick in front of the others for her success in helping me on my first day. I made a mental note to tell Dr. Sims how I was beginning to feel about discovering the effect of the arm touch, when she turned to the room and announced aloud. "Remember everyone. There will be no further interaction in your assignments until you are advised otherwise."

I held my comment.

Mike, Louise, and Ms. Donier came up, kissed my cheek, feigned fatigue, and set down their wet drink glasses on my nice new desk. They asked me for forgiveness and said it was time they all retired for the night.

Donna also was about to approach me, but was grasped on the wrist by Dr. Sims. "Why don’t you and Sue stay to help Toni to relax? I’d like to have a few words with Dr. Korrick, alone before I retire for the night."

Donna nodded, looking for Sue Regan’s recognition. The two approached me from either side while Dr. Sims escorted Dr. Korrick thru my boudoir to Donna’s room on the other side. Sue asked Donna if she loan her a pretty gown like the one she brought from her room for me.

"You think I’m crazy enough to go to my room now and interrupt Dr. Sims? I’d rather go bobbin’ for French fries. Sims is going to read Korrick the riot act from the looks of it. If she cans Jane, we’ll have to deal with Auntie Em for the remainder of the study. Who would you rather have direct all your sessions, Jane or Dr. Sims, Toni?"

"Jane, uh, Dr. Korrick has been so nice to me, I wouldn’t want to trade her for anyone, even Dr. Sims. Besides, Jane is one of us."

"So is Sims, dummy." Donna blurted out. Ms. Regan gave her a dirty look.

Donna looked at Ms. Regan and retorted. "So what, Sue. I like Toni a lot. Telling her about Dr. Sims won’t hurt nothin’. She’ll find out sooner or later, anyway, same as you and I did."

"Enough, young lady. If you want to put a burr under Dr. Sims’ saddle, it won’t bother me a bit. Just don’t do it when I’m around. Understand? If Dr. Sims finds out you told Toni, and she decides Toni wasn’t ready to be told, you’re gong to suffer for it, dig. Don’t you drag me along to the compliance treatment with you."

"Wow! Dr. Sims, too! I would have never guessed!" I merely cut in to stop Ms. Regan from telling Donna off, so loud. I wouldn’t want Dr. Sims hear her. "I’ll keep it to myself, Ms. Regan; to avoid getting Donna into trouble. By the way what’s a compliance treatment?"

"Look who’s talking about a loose lip now, Sue. Toni wants to know about C.T. Care to fill her in, now that you brought the subject up?"

"Damn! I’m sorry, Toni. Forget I said anything. Ignore Donna. Don’t worry. It doesn’t apply to the volunteers. You’re so fem, they won’t have to give you any hostility curtailment treatments to encourage you to comply with femininity adoption. Donna wasn’t the least bit interested in becoming dual gendered when she first arrived.

Dr. Evers devised some attitude adjustment sessions to convince Donna of how nice a person she could become, once she accepted her assigned position on the Program T team. You had a ball at the beginning of your term, didn’t you Donna?"

Donna reacted to Ms. Regan with fury. "You had them too, Sue. Dr. Sims told me. She kept saying ‘Try to act more like Sue Regan. She learned the hard way. You’ll see that you will comply in the long run, anyway, so don’t make a big fuss and accept it.’ She even told me to ask you to show me your penance harness. She told me they would make one for me just like it. Don’t pull any shit on me about the way I had to be pussy whipped into compliance. My harness was a copy of yours."

This was alarming. It sounded like they were both forced into participating. "What are you two saying? You were draftees, but didn’t you want to be rid of your past behavior patterns? You told me you did, Donna."

"Do I hear someone shouting?" An approaching voice inquired.

"Oh, heavens no, Dr. Sims. I was in the other bathroom when Ms. Regan called out and asked me to loan her a nice new gown as I did for Toni. I merely told her we shouldn’t disturb you and Dr. Korrick while you are in my room talking." Quick thinking by Donna averted explaining their tone of voice. A quick check to see if the cameras were running confirmed that we weren’t being video recorded. We waited for Dr. Sims’ reply.

"We’ll only be another minute. In the meantime, give Sue one of Toni’s nightgowns to wear. You two be spending the night in Donna’s room."

Whew. We all sighed. "Sure, Dr. Sims."

I opened the top drawer of my dresser. Sure enough, it was loaded with new gowns. I waved Ms. Regan over to look. Since I hadn’t seen any of them, she might as well select one, herself. She had good taste born of experience. I didn’t have the foggiest idea of what she would find pleasing.

Donna joined us. "Ew, I want that one. Do you mind, Toni, Sue?"

"It looks like something you’d select. You can see right through it and the bra cups leave the nipples exposed. You’re a slut, Miss Paige."

"From you, I take that as a compliment, Sue."

I stepped between them. "Cut it out, you two. You’ll get me into trouble if you keep up this cat fighting!"

They looked at each other, shocked. I could tell they had little tolerance for one another. They both broke out in giggles.

Ms. Regan spoke, "Sorry kid. We are acting like bitches, aren’t we?"

"Yeah, pay us no mind, Toni. Sue and I don’t always see eye to eye for a number of reasons. My ego still stings from lessons Dr. Evers had Sue apply. I sometimes forget who put her up to them. Remind me that you’re still on our side, the next time I forget, Sue. Even though we work in very different roles in Gentech, there’s no need for us to forget how we got here or why. That brings me to my last assignment for the day: why Sue and I are still here with you after the others left, Toni. We’re supposed to explain the overall purpose of the Gentech studies to you.

You recall my telling you about my past, don’t you Tony? My participation in the Program T study proved that a very deviant sexual behavior could be changed dramatically whether or not the subject initiates the change. It worked out well, bolstering support for further research. This study is very different. The administration doesn’t want self-transformed girls involved.

That explains why Sue and I and Dr. Korrick are assisting you instead of crossdressers who dress as women because they enjoy looking like girls and willingly accepted transformation. We didn’t. We changed because we had to, each of us for a different reason, each to a different degree.

Dr. Evers feels willing crossdressers may unduly influence you to identify with homosexual men who’s intent is to entice straight men into having sexual relationships with them, posing as women, instead of determining the extent of your inherent feminine desires caused by the presence of the physical attributes you possess. By the way, you took to conversion so easily today, without a prior conscious desire to engage in gay sex initially. It seems that the theory is sound. To you, having sex with either a man or woman would be normal, according to your telemetry. You responded to Jane as a man, and to Henri as a woman. Your telemetry verified it.

You have Louise. You two even made some plans together to get married someday. Still, after being exposed to Mike, a hunk, back in a seemingly innocent encounter in the staff lounge one night, you expressed yearnings to interact sexually with a male subject once the opportunity would arise.

The primary goal of Gentech is to determine by telemetry provided, if the yearnings are based on feminine emotional feedback from within your brain. If inducing patients to adopt a reverse self-image could modify basic homosexual tendencies, people who do not wish to be gay, but are, could possibly be helped tremendously.

Sufficient clinical analysis of your telemetry can provide researchers with clues as to appropriate treatments to consider.

Your interactions with basically heterosexual subjects that are physically modified to appear feminine, namely Jane and I, produced a significantly different telemetry pattern than your interactions with true females. Even prior to your telemetry implants, you obviously responded to us with male lust. You responded, as would any normal male who wasn’t aware of our true gender when we first enticed you. You even did after you knew.

In various previous studies for different problems researchers proved that willing study subjects could be influenced by normal pheromone stimuli to respond in a quite different predictable way as well, without emphasizing a homosexual tendency. Men are equally apt to be aroused sexually by the male pheromone stimulus as they do to a female pheromone stimulus when they encounter guys who can effectively mimic a feminine persona.

Now, at the Salon today, you provided something that was never seen in a clinical study before. With Henri, who tried to seduce you as a male would seduce a woman, you responded with typical feminine telemetry patterns. It was a scientific first. However, afterwards, you continued to be female.

Explaining the true purpose of Gentech’s goals to you so you can help the program even more, without you getting psychologically stressed out like you did in the mall was our final assignment for this evening. Dr. Evers feels you would not have responded well if a clinician who don’t share our common bond with you explained Gentech’s purpose to you.

How do think I did? You don’t seem stressed out to me now. Dr. Sims said Dr. Korrick or I had to do the explaining, with at least one other convert in attendance, for verification of the time, to verify the provided telemetry and confirm that you didn’t get upset as you might if a woman explained this.

With Dr. Korrick in hot water at the moment, the task was up to Sue and me to do. I like Jane too, Toni, but it seems she took it upon herself to go too far with you on your first day. Now, Dr. Evers may dismiss Jane from being your mentor for the remainder of the study. It’s too bad, too. Jane is a good friend. Her anxiousness resulted in a miscalculation that caused you too much stress this afternoon and could affect the long-range plans. Luckily, it appears you came through unscathed. I hope that Jane comes through this ordeal unscathed as well.

"There must be something we can do, Donna? Sue? We can’t sit by and let Dr. Evers and Dr. Sims take Jane away from us. We need her, at least I do. Maybe another tantrum will help. What do you think, girls? "

A grave conversation transpired simultaneously in the suite next to Toni’s, between Dr. Sims and Dr. Korrick. ---

 

" --- Dr. Evers is pleased with Toni’s progress. It was a very risky gamble, though. The entire project is too important to take high risks. Keep in mind, Dr. Korrick. You are still being observed very closely. Your past success confirms your ability and good intentions, but this phase of Gentech is too important to afford a setback. Why, you now have Toni extremely wary of you. Twice, he caught some recognition of your conditioning.

One more of those ‘Certainly ma’am’ responses by you, and he’ll never be able to trust you again. You will start a series of videotapes of your own to initiate your new confirmation response. You won’t be able to contact Toni until you won’t slip again. At the same time, physical contact stimulus of your right arm will be negated. You’ll receive a new contact point trigger.

We had to scurry like mice to redefine your programming. You and all the other proctors will have to have your confirmation codes revised as soon as possible to prevent further detection. When the time comes to advise Mr. Court of his ongoing conditioning, he will be told. Premature discovery will deter the objectives of the study. Now that we have the advantage of time, we want to stay ahead of the schedule. Instead, we have to delay the study until everyone’s confirmation codes are changed.

It took Louise years to gradually instill Toni’s codes surreptitiously. We can’t override and change it without his knowing. His confirmation code will remain unchanged.

 

To be continued.

 

 

 

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