Tim meets a beautiful woman on a recent flight and falls madly in love. Due to a variety of circumstances he stands Suzanne up on their first date. She offers Tim one chance to redeem himself ‘if he’s man enough to complete a few small tasks’. Tim has the most meaningful day of his life as he follows Suzanne’s instructions. Slowly Tim begins to slip away and Tina emerges from the cocoon.

 

Realization                by: Marti Brown

 

Part 2

Chapter Eight - The Journey Continues

With Susan’s help I slithered back into my little black dress. It fit a whole lot better now with my smaller, sexy waist. Perched back on top of my heels I scampered out of the store and across the sidewalk to the open door of the limousine fully expecting to finally be with Suzanne.

A tall raven-haired beauty invited me to have a seat. She introduced herself as Stephanie, Suzanne’s sister. Stephanie was complimenting me on my new look when she suddenly stopped and stared.

"Damn!" She exclaimed. Picking up the phone she said, "Toni, call Gigi’s and tell them Geri forgot the ear rings. Tell them we’ll be there in two minutes and that they’ll have five minutes to get this oversight corrected!"

"That Geri!" She said turning to me. "She never forgets to sign her work but can never seem to remember to get the job done right. I don’t know what sis ever saw in her. OK, here we are. Beth is waiting at the door and will take care of everything. Now hurry!"

I opened the limo door and dashed over to where Beth was holding the salon door open for me. Beth had me sit on a stool near the front counter. She picked up a pen and put several marks on each of my ears. Then she picked up a gun and brought it up to the side of my head. Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop. I now had four holes in my right ear. Geri appeared from the back and started putting hoops and studs in my right ear while Beth repeated the piercing process on the left ear. Geri moved around behind me and I felt the added weight of the rings as they were placed in my left ear.

I was literally pushed out the door and back toward the limo. My new ornaments jingled merrily as I slid into the rear seat once again.

"There, that looks much better!" said Stephanie as the car began rolling down the street. "I bet you still a bit confused after the events of today. Well, now is the best time to ask questions so go ahead. I can’t promise I’ll answer every question but I will try."

The expected ‘What, when, where, why and how’ questions tumbled from my lips as the car sped across town. I was told that Suzanne was always looking for men with special qualities and that I had passed the initial test today. The image modifications, while not permanent, would last for a while. Suzanne preferred her men this way and, if I made it through the rest of the evening, Suzanne would surely reward me beyond my wildest dreams. I told Stephanie that I was capable of some pretty wild dreams but nothing quite like what I’d been through this day. Stephanie laughed and told me that I was doing great. Only one out of ten ever make it this far. She hoped I would learn to appreciate the new me. Returning to my original questions, no we were not going to see Suzanne right away. Yes I would see Suzanne before the day was over. I had so many more questions that wen unanswered. Stephanie did confirm that I had received a ‘minor’ amount of a drug to help me relax and be more cooperative. She told me that this next part was going to be either very difficult or very easy and that there was no way of telling beforehand. I was to act like a lady! There would be several close friends to help but this was the final go/no go test. Pass and I would spend a memorable night with Suzanne. Fail, and I would find myself alone at the club to fend for myself.

We stopped in front of a club down in the Embarcadero; I never did catch the name. Stephanie and I got out and were ushered right into the club ahead of a long line of folks.

"Certainly helps to know the owner, right?" Boasted Stephanie. "There’s the group, we’re going to have fun tonight!"

We set a course for the far side of the room where a group of strikingly beautiful women were gathered in an animated conversation. Conversation ceased and was replaced with pokes and stares as we approached. I recognized many of the girls from my adventure earlier today. Ashley, Melanie, Jasmine, Sue, Beth, Geri, Susan and Amber were all there.

"Hi Tina." Said Amber " Have fun today? I knew you would look good but I never believed you could look this good!"

I received compliments from the entire group. Several mentioned Geri’s signature. That had me puzzled but I didn’t press the issue and the conversation passed on to other topics. Anyway we were chatting and drinking and I soon began to lose my fear of being discovered. I was trying very hard to pass this test! Several of the girls went out on the floor to dance. I surprised myself when I accepted Amber’s invitation to dance. The song had a fast techno beat and Amber proved to be a tough partner to keep up with. The song seemed to go on forever and I was so glad when the music climaxed. Breathing hard I was ready to head back to the group when the song stopped and a romantic ballad began. Surprisingly strong hands grabbed me and I spun around into Amber’s arms. We danced in a tight lovers’ embrace as Amber led. I felt so natural as the submissive partner. I danced with Sue and Geri. Stephanie and I were out on the floor when Mark asked if he could cut in. I was turning to go back to the group when he took me in his arms. Panic, confusion, fear and, enjoyment. Each emotion engulfed me as I danced in the arms of this tall handsome man. We danced to three songs before I was able to return to the group with the promise that I see Mark again real soon. The girls showed no mercy. I was asked if I rubbed his manhood, did he slip me the tongue, did he try to cop a feel?

I was really confused. I actually had enjoyed dancing with Mark although there was always this lingering fear the he would discover my secret. I didn’t want him to be hurt so I did my best to act the part of a fun loving girl out on the town. Deep down inside I was scared. How could I enjoy dancing with another man? Did I really hope that the song wouldn’t end? Mark tried to kiss me! I resisted initially then yielded to his advances. I did more than yield…I was an active participant flirting, teasing, exploring, and encouraging. What was wrong with me! All I know is that I never wanted this evening to end.

All too soon Stephanie told me that it was time to go. I promised that I’d be there for the next ‘Girls Night Out’ without even a second thought. What was happening to me? I am a guy! A real man would not be in this situation!

Our limo cruised into the underground garage of a modern high rise apartment. Stephanie guided me across the pavement to an elevator marked ‘PRIVATE PENTHOUSE ONLY’. She inserted a key and the door silently slid open. The ride to the top floor was quick. The glass wall of the elevator provided not only a panoramic view of the city but also a reflection of the new me. There was no getting around it; I was one sexy babe!

 

Chapter Nine - All You Need is Love

The doors opened and there she was. Suzanne stood there in all her glory wearing nothing but a matching bra and panty set. I recognized the style as Second Skin Satin and the color as Taupe Watercolor. Suzanne held out her hand to me. I stepped out of my heels and slipped off my dress as I walked trance-like across the room to her. We stood there like twins, dressed alike, our eyes burning with desire.

"Wow Tina, the girls said you were special but I never dreamed you’d be this special!"

Suzanne took my hand and led me to her room. We crossed the threshold and embraced. Suzanne kissed me full on the lips. I felt her tongue slide past my painted lips. My mouth eagerly received this offering. Our hands flew in constant motion. Caressing, fondling, holding, probing, we explored each other’s bodies. Somehow we traversed the bedroom floor and fell into the large soft bed. Panties, bras, garter belt, stockings formed a helter-skelter pattern around the bed. My eager lips moved down Suzanne’s exquisite body, lingering at the luscious breasts and firm nipples, tracing a ring around her perfectly formed navel, finally reaching the warm, musky source of her womanhood. My tongue teased, and tortured her clitoris before burying itself in her sweet vagina. In the distance I faintly heard my love crying out in passion.

Suzanne’s lips also were on the move. My skin was alive with sensations as I felt her tongue trace a route along my chin, throat and chest. The sensations disappeared although I could feel my breasts being massaged.

"God I can’t wait till you have the real thing!" Suzanne offered. "There’s nothing like the sensation of your lover’s lips and tongue on your nipples!"

Taking that as a hint I started to reposition myself to attach the designated target but her hands kept me in place.

"Not so fast lover, you still have a lot of work at the current location."

Suzanne’s mouth found my erect member. Oh my God! We discovered new sensations and new ways of exciting a lover. Our passion was as electrifying as a thunderstorm on a sweltery summer night. The air in the room was electric. Our releases were like the flashing of lightning bolts arcing across the sky.

I lost track of the number of time we came that night. I think it was exhaustion rather than sleep that overcame us. Whatever, I was in heaven.

 

Chapter Ten - There’s got to be a Morning After

I awoke to the most incredible sensation.

"Hi lover" Suzanne purred. "I thought you looked good enough to eat but, since a girl’s gotta watch her weight, I decided just to take a little taste."

I reached out and pulled my love back into my arms. We explored each other with our hands, lips and tongues. I tried to maneuver our bodies for normal intercourse but ended up with my tongue buried in Suzanne’s moist opening tasting her sweet nectar. Suzanne seemed fascinated with my enhanced breasts. She stroked and caressed them while telling me how much she adored my new look. When I complained that I wasn’t getting any sensual pleasure form this she snapped, "If you really wanted to feel true pleasure, you’d grow a real set of breasts!"

"Well, if it means that much to you, I just might!" I replied.

Suzanne smiled and turned her attention to my poor neglected member while my head was directed toward her sexual furnace.

Suzanne was the first to stir from the hypnotic trance of the bed. Slowly she coaxed me up and together we headed off for the bathroom. Suzanne had me turn around so she could remove my waist cincher. From a shelf under the vanity she produced a tape measure and informed me that my waist was now 29 inches. We entered the spacious shower and lovingly lathered and washed each other. I asked about removing the breasts. A shadow descended over Suzanne’s face momentarily. She smiled and said that she really did like my current figure. Wouldn’t I just keep them for another couple of hours? She promised that she would personally remove my breasts after dinner if I that was what I still wanted. The mood in the shower seemed to have subtly changed.

Suzanne emerged from the steamy shower first and grabbed a big fluffy towel. She held it up offering to dry me as I stepped out. I grabbed a second towel and returned the favor. The towels lay in a pile at our feet. Suzanne reached down, grabbed a bottle and started rubbing lotion on my smooth hairless body. I quickly recognized the fragrance, Dream Angel, and remarked that I had purchased a bottle the day before.

"I know silly, this is your bottle! I just love this scent. It’s so feminine!" She said. "Now, let’s get dressed, we have a big day"

I hesitated only briefly. Was I going to have to be dressed again today? The answer was in the stern glance I received. My resolve to stand up like a man dissolved like the snow of a late season storm. Suzanne helped me with my bra, Second Skin Satin in a blush pink. She tossed my matching panty to me while she donned a similar outfit. Suzanne gently placed my manhood into the gaff and had me turn around. I felt her finger enter my rectum lubricating it for the coming butt plug. I protested.

"Don’t you want to be my only lover." She said.

With great reluctance I agreed only to protest again as the large plug was pressed against the straining muscles. I complained that it felt a lot larger than yesterday. Suzanne told me that the feeling was natural since I had been drinking yesterday. After the plug was firmly in place she did tell me that today’s was larger by an inch in both length and diameter. I protested that I’d never be able to get the plug out. Suzanne only laughed and told me that it would come out when the time was right.

Stephanie entered the dressing room then and I was instructed to reach up and grab the bar suspended overhead. Knowing what was coming next I uttered a brief and ineffectual protest. Stephanie announced with a true sense of triumph that my waist was a stylish 24 inches. The girls didn’t give me any time to think or to protest as I was helped into a silky red dress. It was a sleeveless model with the hem riding just above my knees. At least I wouldn’t be playing peek-a-boo with my panties today.

Breakfast consisted of a small mound of cottage cheese and a couple of fresh peach slices and coffee. I told the girls that I had to go by my apartment something today to water plants and check the mail. Suzanne told me not to worry that she’d have one of her girls take care of everything. She told me that she had big plans for the weekend.

After breakfast we went to the bedroom to fix our hair and make-up. I was surprised to find that Sue was right. My hair seemed to fall right into place with just a little coaxing from my fingers. A touch of spray and I was ready! Suzanne had set her hair on some large heater rollers. She came out to help me with my make-up since the sluty look from last night wasn’t appropriate for a day of shopping with the girls. I told Suzanne that I would prefer a romantic day with a man and a woman and was promptly told that if that was what I wanted, I co just go out and find a man on my own! I tried to explain that I was the man I was referring to and that Suzanne was the woman. She twisted my head to face the mirror and asked me what I saw. You and I were my response. Through her persistent prodding I eventually agreed that you and I looked like two girls. Defeated, I agreed to go shopping and was rewarded with a passionate kiss.

We fixed our faces again and headed for the door where Stephanie waited with the elevator key. Into the limo and off we went. I don’t know where we were dropped off. We went from shop to shop looking at jewelry and clothes and gossiping like three girl friends out for the day. Several times I slipped and reverted to my masculine self. Each time I got a stern look from the other two. The third time Stephanie pulled me aside.

"Are you trying to spoil a good thing." She hissed. "You really don’t know how great you have it, do you?"

I pointed out that I was out in public dressed as a woman. I missed my old self and didn’t think I could continue to play act any longer.

"Go right ahead and be mister macho!" She said. "I’ve seen both of you and I prefer Tina. What do you think is going to happen when you tell Suzanne that you’re through? Do you expect a ride home, a good bye kiss and a promise of a future date? Get real! You’ll be lucky if Suzanne lets you keep the clothes on your back to walk home. This role-playing is very important to her. It’s a form of bonding. Suzanne believes that this first weekend establishes the foundation for the relationship. No one has ever regretted their decision to follow the path Suzanne lays out for them. No one! Are you going to be the first? Go ahead then. I want to see the fireworks!"

My conflicting emotions churned inside like a storm tossed sea. My mind kept yelling run. Run and don’t ever look back! But my heart, my heart longed for the love and approval of this special lady. My mind screamed, "Look what you’re giving up!" and my heart replied "Yes, look what you’re giving up." Suzanne smiled from across the store and my fate was sealed.

Stephanie could sense my decision and gave me a big hug. I felt good and warm inside. If this was the way women felt then I was all in favor. I hoped that I could retain this emotional freedom when I returned to my true self at the end of the weekend.

 

Chapter Eleven - Every Journey Starts with a Single Step

I forgot all about asking to have my breasts removed after dinner. I almost forgot about the entire conversation that morning. We were exhausted from our day shopping. We shared a light dinner and a bottle of Pinot Grigio resting on pillows in the living room after changing into our nighties. Tears streamed down my cheeks as we watched a ‘chick flick’ on the tube. Stephanie and Suzanne comforted me with hugs and kisses. We thrashed about the floor kissing and caressing. The sisters experienced multiple orgasms through the educated ministries of my tongue. My frustration rose to the boiling point because I was still imprisoned in the grasp to the gaff. I begged for release. I pleaded for my freedom. I promised to remain in my female role for an entire week if they would just set me free. That promise won my freedom. I traded a night of ecstasy for a giant step further down the path to feminization.

The week went by in a flash! I can never remember having a better time! The girls met several times for lunch and shopping. We went back to Gigi’s for facials and to have our hair styled. I accumulated quite a wardrobe. We had a great ladies night at a local club. I met Greg. I actually enjoyed dancing in his arms.

There was one incident that marred the week. On Thursday, I was able to sneak away from the group. I hailed a taxi and gave the driver my address. I didn’t have a key, I truly didn’t look like Tim but I had to try to re-establish a foothold in my previous world. I arrived at my place and went into the lobby to check for my mail. Someone else’s name was on my mailbox. Quickly concocting a story I rang the manager’s door. I endured his lecherous stare as I explained that I was a friend of Tim’s. Tim was out of town on an extended business trip. He asked me to check on the apartment and to collect his mail.

"When did Tim call you?" He asked. Thankfully he didn’t give me a chance to reply before continuing. "He left last Friday. Sent a babe almost as good looking as you to collect a few things from the apartment and pay the rent through the end of the month. The mission came by on Saturday to collect Tim’s furniture and almost all his clothes. Heck, I had the place rented on Monday so I’m collecting double rent for the rest of the month!"

"What about mail?" I asked.

"The lady cleaned out the mail box and there hasn’t been anything but catalogs addressed to Tim or current occupant since."

What was happening? I left and went down the street to a little cyber café. I ordered a non-fat chai tea and logged on to the net. I entered the URL for my bank along with my account number and password. My efforts were rewarded with the message <ACCOUNT CLOSED>. I quickly logged on to my brokerage site. Same results. It was almost as if someone was trying to wipe any evidence that Tim ever existed right off the face of the earth. I was sitting there in shock, my drink untouched when I felt a sharp prick in the arm. Looking up I recognized Amber and Geri. They were saying something about everyone being worried as the world slipped away to a gray fog.

 

Chapter Twelve - An Unexpected Turn

I slowly crawled up from the gray haze that had engulfed me. Something was terribly wrong. I was back in my room at Suzanne’s but for some unexplained reason I couldn’t move. My arms and legs were held so that I was spread eagle on the bed. My bonds went from my wrists and ankles and disappeared around the edge of the mattress. The most disturbing sight was the three bags attached to the IV line running into my left arm. I was tentatively testing my bonds when the door opened and Suzanne entered. I tried my best ‘I’m sorry smile’ which quickly melted under the intense heat of her words.

"You bastard!" She hissed. "I really thought you were special. I loved you and trusted you. I thought you loved and trusted me as well. Now you stab me in the back in typical male fashion. How could you hurt me so deeply?"

"You! What about me? What happened to my apartment? What happened to my things? What did you do to my life?"

"Your life is and will be perfectly fine. If you had only waited till Friday night you would have been told of my surprise. But no! You had to assume the worst. You had to go off and spoil everything. Well, as far as I’m concerned you and I are finished. You hear me, finished!"

"Suzanne please!" I begged. " Give me another chance. I promise I’ll do anything you ask, anything! Just give me one more chance."

"We’ll see." She said. "Do you realize that I will make demands that could possibly cause permanent changes in you and your life?"

"Yes." I replied with just a faint glimmer of hope that the whole situation just may be saved. You see, I was still following my heart.

"Do you understand that even if you successfully accomplish every task I give you we may never be lovers again?"

"Yes. I understand."

"Very well. We’ll try things your way." As she said these words Suzanne reached out and adjusted a knob on the IV and I drifted off to sleep.

 

Chapter Thirteen - A Few Answers and Many More Questions

I don’t know how long I was under. As consciousness flooded through my body several facts made themselves known. It appeared that I was no longer in Suzanne’s penthouse. The room was as fancy but the décor and underlying architecture were different. I remained strapped to the bed and immobilized. The bed was the hospital variety and the straps were and integral part of the design. Most importantly, there was a familiar face looking down at me.

"Hi Stephanie. How are the girls?" I asked weakly.

"Everyone is fine. We all miss you and can’t wait till you return." She said. "Boy, you really got to Suzanne, I’ve never seen her this upset."

"Is that a good thing?" I asked.

"No. I wouldn’t call it a good thing. Do you understand how much you hurt her?"

"Her? What about me? My life is gone! No apartment, no mail, no bank or stock accounts, its like Tim Winders never existed!"

"Suzanne made a commitment to you. She would never do anything to hurt you. You really don’t get it yet do you Tim?"

The use of my ‘real’ name cut like a surgeon’s scalpel.

"You’re looking at this entire situation in typical male fashion." Stephanie said. "Do you understand the meaning of commitment? Not your typical male commitment of a couple of hours a week for a date but the true commitment where you pledge to do everything in your power to nurture and support another person. This is the commitment we were trying to get you to understand with our little adventure. You see, until you can make this life commitment you will never understand the true nature of love."

Stephanie went on to tell me about how she and Suzanne grew up. How many times Suzanne was hurt when her dad made promises only to break them at the last possible second. Stephanie told me that she and her mom seemed to be able to understand that work and other uncontrollable circumstances were involved. Not Suzanne. She took every disappointment personally. She vowed to never be hurt by a man.

"We had a brother, Steven." Stephanie said. "He was a little older than me and three years younger than Suzanne. Suzanne was often left to care for the younger children. She took special pleasure in tormenting Steven. She was determined to drive what she believed to be all the evil male vices from our brother. Whenever Suzanne was left in charge Steven was transformed into a little sister. Not only physically but also mentally and emotionally as well. Suzanne was relentless. Then, one day when Steven was sixteen he left. Mom and Dad were frantic. They hired experts to find and return Steven. After two years of frustration and agony we had to accept the fact that Steven was gone and our family consisted of a mom and dad and two girls."

"Suzanne seemed to grow stronger with the disappearance of Steven. She ruled the family through an inner strength and determination that knew no limits. Even dad changed. He was home more and spent more time with the family. In some way this seemed to prove to Suzanne that her way was the right way."

Our discussion turned once again to the virtues of commitment. Stephanie asked me "Who in your family is committed to maintaining the family ties?"

I admitted that my mom usually called me and only put my dad on the phone after she had reestablished to family ties. I admitted that I seldom initiated the weekly call. My calls were restricted to birthdays and special occasions and I only persisted till I got through about half the time. Stephanie stated that it always falls on the female to maintain the family ties. She told me how her own parents withdrew after Steven left. Her dad would sit in his study for hours just staring at the wall where he hoped to hang mementos of Steven’s major league career. The first home run ball here, World Series ticket stubs and program there. It was all planned. Stephanie’s mom also mourned for the loss of a son but did so in private. She busied herself with the raising of two fine daughters. Family is important she said. It is the only constant source of strength and comfort in a very hostile world.

Stephanie asked me if I wanted to call my folks. For some reason I really needed to talk to them at this minute.

Stephanie dialed the phone and held it up to my head. On the third ring my mom answered.

"Hi mom!"

"Tina! It’s so good to hear from you. Your father and I were worried when we you didn’t answer. Then when the line was disconnected, well we thought the worse. Thank you for sending your new girl friends to tell us about your decision. Dad took it real hard at first hut as we listened to Beth and Amber describe your torment of the past twenty years and the joy, and fulfillment you’ve found in your new life. When will you come home to visit? Please make it real soon!"

We chatted about the weather and relatives for another twenty minutes. I promised I visit real soon. Mom ended with the comment that I had given her the best present a child could ever give a mother. She said that the bond between a mother and a daughter is the strongest imaginable. Ours was only just forming but it would continue to grow and nourish both of us over the years to come.

I continued to hold the phone after the line went dead. What should I do? Had I really promised mom to visit as her daughter? I felt like I was on a bobsled careening down the icy track. Each second brought me closer to my destination. A destination that I could not see nor comprehend at the present time. No matter how much I tried to stop, the sled continued its unalterable path to the bottom of the slope. I knew that the slope was too icy for me to try to climb even if I was able to escape the sled. I think at that point I began to gain a true appreciation for my apparent future.

I had hoped that talking to my parents would help to bring me to my senses. Instead, I felt propelled along the path that started only a week ago. I wanted to talk. I needed to ask all the questions that were tumbling around my mind. I started to speak but Stephanie had adjusted a knob on the IV and I was sinking into that gray haze that seemed to be my life.

 

Chapter Fourteen - No Pain, No Gain

I woke the next morning to the not too gentle prodding of a shoe in my back. As I turned my head I saw a statuesque vision with dark brown hair stationed with her five-inch heel planted in the small of my back. At the same time I noticed several other sensations. My rear felt like it was going to explode. Something very large was wedged inside. My penis also seemed to be enclosed in something and pulled very tightly between my legs. I reached behind me and felt a small chain before my hand was pinned under a very shapely foot.

"Its about time you got up sleepy head. My name is Cassandra and I’m your personal trainer. Since you obviously already noticed I will tell you that yes, that is your butt plug. Now lets get out of bed since you already wasted half the training time for today."

I reluctantly crawled out of bed and began assessing the damages. My breasts had shrunk. That was the good news. The bad news was that the ones I had were big enough and they were all me. I immediately reached down between my legs and felt the comforting bulge of my male member. It was firmly secured in a gaff but at least for the time being, it was still a part of me. There were several scratches and the IV and restraints were gone.

Cassandra allowed me to use the bathroom and instructed me on how to properly perform bodily functions in my current condition. I cleaned off the residue of my make-up with cold cream and rinsed my face. Looking back at me in the mirror was the image of a lady with arching brows, distinctive eyeliner; full lined lips, and a beauty mark? I reached up to touch this new element on my face and Cassandra laughed.

"I see you had Geri do your make-up." She said. "That’s her signature. Many of us have a little lasting reminder of our visit to her chair. Now hurry up, we don’t have all day!"

I started to ask a question but abruptly stopped when Cassandra slapped my face and told me to "Shut UP!" I did notice that she sported a beauty mark just above and to the left of her mouth.

"From now on you will only talk when given permission." She said. "This rule is in effect until your training is complete to my satisfaction. Now, my role as your personal trainer is to mold you into the person you really want to be. Under my guidance you will change you physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually. When I’m done you’ll thank me but I can tell you right now, there will be times along the way when you will hate me with a passion. Just be careful and keep yourself in check because any violation of the rules will be dealt with very severely."

Cassandra guided me through a strenuous forty-five minute aerobics session followed by a cool down three-mile walk. It became apparent to me that we were no longer in the city. We exercised outside a gothic mansion on a perfectly manicured lawn. Our walk followed a prepared trail along a very tall and imposing wall. I didn’t see any obvious avenues of escape but felt that, with a little bit of study, I would eventually find a way out. This caused me to pause and try to analyze the most recent events of my life. I agreed, either reluctantly or willingly to be made over into a girl. I had gone out with the girls and had a good, no great time! I met and danced with Mark and, deep down inside, had truly enjoyed the experience. Based on my inner feelings, did I want to escape? Was life out there as a male better that what was being offered here? Mom really seemed excited to have a daughter. Did she know something that I was just beginning to discover? There were no answers only an endless series of questions.

I was then shown my room on the third floor of the mansion. Cassandra released my waist cincher and I was surprised to see my new shape pretty much stayed even without the firm constraint. Cassandra told me that this effect was normal after wearing the cincher for several days straight. The butt plug and gaff remained firmly in place while I showered. Cassandra dried me with a big fluffy towel and comforted me by telling me that everything was going to be fine. I’m not sure I believed her. I moisturized my body and added the Dream Angel lotion. The fragrance was becoming part of me. I felt naked without it.

Cassandra measured my waist, bust and hips and recorded the results at a computer terminal located in the corner of the room. She informed me that my non-secured waist was down to 26 inches and that we were going to go for a 3-inch permanent reduction to 23 inches with my new corset. Cassandra fastened my wrists to a horizontal bar suspended from the ceiling and flicked a switch on the wall. The bar began to rise pulling my arms and then me completely off the floor. As I hung from the bar Cassandra showed off my new corset in bright red. She told me that I would remain hanging until I begged her to put my corset on and to fasten it really tight.

I held out for what felt to be hours although the clock said only several minutes had passed but, in the end, I begged to be encased in my pretty corset. I also begged for my hormone shot. Cassandra told me that it was my seventh since coming off the IV and that the effects were already obvious.

With my body again being properly molded Cassandra led me to a room with a single chair and instructed me to sit. As soon as I sat down three other women entered and strapped me in place. The chair reclined and a tall blonde goddess swept into my field of vision.

"Hi, my name is Carolyn" She cooed. "I’m your therapist. I know that you have a lot of questions. Your mind is in turmoil and my job is to help you choose the proper course of action for your life. We’ll be spending a lot of time together over the next few months. Even though you feel alone and isolated I want you to know that others have been here before you and they survived!"

We talked about my feelings and all the recent events. Carolyn dug into my innermost feelings regarding Mark. Boy, did that hurt! We discussed my mom and her apparent delight to have a daughter. We embarked on an exploration of my childhood and discovered (or was it concocted) a pattern of feminine tendencies that had remained suppressed. An hour later Carolyn left me feeling more confused than ever. What did I want? Could I appreciate the opportunity that had been given to me?

I couldn’t wait to see Carolyn again while, at the same time I feared the consequences of a second session. I was sure that my male persona could not survive another assault from this enchantress. What really scared me was the fact that I was beginning to believe that I had always wanted to be a girl.

I was freed from my bonds and found that I had ‘lost’ three hours. I had the feeling that I had undergone some form of hypnotherapy. What messages had been implanted in my brain? Was I still in control of my own destiny?

I spent the afternoon and evening in the salon. I actually asked to have my nails done. They turned out great! Jenny talked me into a ‘Pink and White’ acrylic set. We were conservative in the length but I sat for several minutes admiring the results. Jenny sent me over to Natasha. Under her skilled hands I became addicted to facials. Natasha then took me to a private room where I practiced putting on my make-up. The first few attempts were disasters but I soon learned. I also noticed that I didn’t have any beard to cover. I asked about this. Natasha brushed the whole issue aside saying that it was probably just one of the procedures performed during indoctrination. My sixth attempt was good; not great but acceptable. I then went to meet Jackie. Jackie and I talked hair. We agreed that the current red with gold highlights was dramatic but that for everyday wear we wanted to draw less attention to me. Several options were discussed. I wanted to keep the length, which came almost to my shoulders, but I decided that I wanted to be a blonde. I remember some silly comment about blondes having more fun. Jackie proceeded to make my wish come true. We talked about options and decided to go with a honey blonde color and a modified version of the flip style. I couldn’t believe how much my hair had grown in just a couple of days! Jackie played right along with my delusion assuring me that the hormone therapy I had been on always caused rapid hair growth. I sat quietly as the bleach was applied to my hair. It seemed like an eternity sitting there under the dryer waiting to process. Jackie came over every few minutes to check; always telling me that it needed just a couple of minutes more. I think my hair needed four couple of minute segments before I was declared done. We went over to the sink and Jackie rinsed the bleach out. I wanted to see right away but she wrapped a towel around my head and guided me back to her chair. I could tell that she had a lot of practice the way she turned my chair away from the mirror as the towel was removed. Using her blow dryer Jackie dried my hair and then started with the color. She told me that she wanted to do a weave. She had three bowls of color on the rolling cart and lots of foils. She started at the crown of my head separating a small section of hair, holding it on the foil, and painting it with the appropriate color. We talked as she worked about the current styles and the new fall colors. She loved the Chili color on my lips but thought that I should go to a redder color with my new blonde hair. Jackie was starting to do color analysis and I asked her to book me for a session. Soon my head was covered with little silver packets of processing hair. Jackie added the third color to the remaining strands telling me that it was just slightly darker and that the results would be outstanding. She didn’t lie! I emerged from the salon with a new look. I just loved the way my hair moved and brushed my shoulders as I walked.

The routine at the mansion seldom varied. Cassandra would be at my bedside at six sharp. We would go out to the lawn and do our aerobics for about forty minutes. The gentle three mile jog of the first few days had given way to an all out race over the three miles of path along the perimeter of the mansion. A shower followed by the re-lacing of my corset. I was down to a twenty-two inch waist without a corset after a few months of treatment at the mansion. I felt great and looked even better. My breasts had stopped at a thirty-four B. Cassandra, who considered herself small on to at 36B as well, taught me to enhance my appearance through creative selection of bras. I experimented with Olga’s X-Bra and the ubiquitous ‘Wonder Bra’ with excellent results. In the early afternoon I met with Carolyn for an hour or two and then went to the salon for fun.

Despite all this, deep down inside my male self was crying out for recognition. I could dig down and try to resurrect this distant and remote being that used to rule my life or, I could embrace the person that I had become. I felt I was at a crossroad in my life. I chose to move forward rather than be bound by the past. I forgot all about escaping. I wanted to be here. I wanted to join my sisters. I wanted to live!

One day as I returned from the salon Stephanie was waiting for me in my room. She asked me if I knew what I wanted from life. I answered that I wanted to be Tina…forever. I knew that this was the only acceptable answer. Tim actually told me to play along so that he could escape from the mental prison deep in my subconscious. Tim was not ready for what came next. Stephanie opened my door. There, standing in my door was my mom and dad. We hugged and kissed and talked about the future. There was no looking back to what had been. I was their daughter, and I knew that it was right!

 

Chapter Fifteen - The End of an Incredible Journey

That night was my graduation from the mansion. Mom, dad and I went out to dinner and then back to my place. I have a great condo in the city. Mom and dad seemed to know the way even though I know that I had never been in the place. I walked around looking at my place. The furniture was fabulous! The view, spectacular! But the most impressive item about my place was the pictures and plaques hanging on the walls.

Mom grabbed an old photo album from the coffee table. She asked me if I remembered her giving it to me when I left home for pilot training. I remembered the album but not all the pictures inside. Events that I clearly remembered from my childhood were captured and frozen in time. In each picture you could clearly see my parents, my older brother and the little sister. It went beyond pictures though. My commissioning ceremony program was there along with my graduation from pilot training. The highlighted name was Lieutenant Tina Wilkins. There was an article about me being the first fighter pilot in the squadron.

I was overwhelmed. Deep down inside I felt that little spark that was all that remained of Tim die out. I knew that I could never rekindle that spark. I think that was the first time I realized that I needed to look forward and not back. It was on that day that I committed myself to be one of Suzanne’s girls.

That was a little over a year ago. I have absolutely no regrets about my life as I sit here under the dryer at Gigi’s. It’s been quite a year. I belong to a very special group of girls…Suzanne’s girls. There are twenty-three of us now. All with a common bond; our love for that very special creature Suzanne. We go out at least once a week to party and several of us meet for lunch a couple of days a week. I was standing at the bar one evening just after my return from the mansion when I felt a strong muscular hand wrap around my waist. There was no mistaking the aftershave or the deep voice. Mark had found me again! We danced through the night then went back to his place. There, in the comfort of his king sized bed I let him discover my secret. I was worried but I didn’t have to be. Mark loved me as his special girl. We taught each other tricks that neither of us had ever contemplated. What’s more, both of us separated the next afternoon completely fulfilled. Mark and I date regularly but I told him that marriage is out of the question.

I’m flying again. I’m a senior pilot for Suzanne’s air Charter Company. We do a lot of corporate charters. I’ve even flown Suzanne several times. We talked about the past while making plans for the future. I still love Suzanne very much. I also understand that my love for Suzanne has evolved into a relationship that does not require sex as the cement holding it together.

It was tough seeing Suzanne for the first time because I had a load of guilt for my failure. Suzanne told me that I had not failed. I figured that she was just being kind. Stephanie was along on that trip and rode up front with me. We had a very private discussion during the three-hour flight. Those three hours were very important because I came to realize that Suzanne and her girls had rewarded me for being a very special male. I showed a sincerity and caring attitude the Amber noticed. She nominated me for inclusion in this special society. My meeting with Suzanne was not an accident. It was the final screening and I passed. I know now that Amber presented me with the greatest gift possible. She gave me a loving, caring family. She helped me to understand about love and relationships. She allowed me to follow in her and Stephanie’s footsteps. You see, Stephanie who started life as Steven was the first of Suzanne’s girls.

Today, I’m giving this ultimate gift to another very deserving man. I met Paul a couple of days ago. He is terrific! We met at the market. I knew he had been watching me for several weeks. I positioned myself where he couldn’t avoid the collision. We talked and made a date for dinner and a show. Paul was a perfect gentleman and I want to reward him with the greatest gift I can give to another human. Paul passed the second screening by Geri last week. Tonight, Suzanne and Paul will meet. I’m taking Paul to a small show. Afterwards we’ll go to a quiet coffee shop where we’ll run into Suzanne. I know Paul will respond to Suzanne. Everyone does. If Suzanne approves, Paul will have a little adventure on Friday and a very rewarding life.

 

 

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