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Bob [or Guinea Pig II] [1/4]
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Bob
Prologue
This story continues the adventures of Joseph Watson. The wealthy
man has been is kidnapped and by various frauds declared dead,
but in reality he is alive and working on an island, somewhere
within twenty degrees north or south of the Equator, owned by the
notorious Dr. Justine van Damme. The Doctor and Joe's ex-wife,
Gloria, wanted to punish him and get their hands on his money.
Toward this end, they applied state of the art pharmaceutical
treatments and surgical procedures on Joe. The end result of all
that attention was that Joe has been transformed into an
exaggeratedly sexy woman in all respects. His subconscious has
been programmed with depraved sexual urges to match his sensual
new body, but otherwise his consciousness is intact. He knows that
he is a man, no matter how he may be forced to appear or act, and
resolves never to forget that fact, thus making his punishment
much more effective. Joe now makes his way through life as a
waitress on van Damme's private island.
Due to Joe's lack of legal acumen and foresight, his ex-wife Gloria
was appointed executrix of his extensive estate, but only until his
illegitimate son, Robert Watson, turns twenty one and inherits it
all. Gloria likes being wealthy and powerful and has no intention of
relinquishing the fortune to Robert, who has vowed to ruin her
financially when he gains control over his inheritance. Justine van
Damme has contracted with Gloria to effect a plan which will result
in Gloria's getting the money, and Robert being maneuvered out of
her way. Permanently.
1. Chapter
"Gloria, may I have twenty dollars?" Bob Watson asked his
guardian.
"What ever for Robert dear?"
Bob was really angry. He would shortly be inheriting his late
fathers millions, but for now he was reduced to begging this bitch
for money. "Someday she'll get hers," Bob thought to himself.
"I'm going out with some of the guys tonight for pizza and a
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movie."
"O.K. dear, I'll get it for you."
Bob really resented Gloria Watson, his father's ex-wife, who was
administering his estate. She went out of her way to make life hell
for Bob. Bob had grown up with his natural mother and the only
contacts they'd ever had with Joe Watson were support checks and
the occasional birthday card. Despite this, or maybe out of guilt
over it, Joe Watson had left the bulk of his estate to Bob.
Bob had left home at eighteen, but shortly thereafter came under
the control of Gloria. Until he turned twenty one, she was in charge
of his life. He knew that there was a clause in the will that allowed
her to retain control of the estate if she could prove that he was
incapable of managing his own affairs, and he suspected that she'd
like nothing better than to do so. What really got to him was the
fact that she wasn't hardly any older than he was, yet she treated
him like a child.
Gloria had moved Bob in with her so that she could exercise ever
increasing control over him. As Bob Weinstein had told her: "Don't
let him think for himself. Get him used to taking orders from you
and being obedient to you."
Gloria returned with the twenty."Here you go Robert. Oh, by the
way, I have a new girl coming tomorrow to be my secretary and
social assistant. Her name is Monica and she'll be living with us.
I'm sure that you'll want to be here to meet her."
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"I'm sorry Joe, it's not that you are not a good waitress, it's just
that we are over manned, our budget has been reduced, and you've
been here the shortest amount of time. You must understand. I'm
sure that Denice in personnel can fix you up with another job."
Back on the island Joe was worried; he had just been fired from his
job as a waitress. Thoughts of being sent home to the U.S. and
having to prostitute himself ran through his pretty head. He
practically ran to the personnel office.
"I'm sorry Joe, there's just no positions open that you're qualified
for."
"Please. Can't you check again. I'll do anything."
"Well, let me check the files. Hmmm... It seems that Rhonda is
leaving us, but no. You wouldn't want to do that."
"What's that?" Joe said, ready to grab at anything.
"It seems that Dr. van Damme's personal housekeeper is retiring,
leaving a vacancy."
"I can certainly keep house." Said Joe.
"There's a lot more to this job than just changing sheets."
"I don't care, just try me out at it."
"Let me call Dr. van Damme and see if she's agreeable."
After a conversation on the telephone Denice told Joe, "she
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sounded skeptical that you could handle it, but she's willing to give
you a chance. You need to go see Mrs. Johnson and Donna for the
necessary training.
2. Chapter
"Wow, what a looker," thought Bob, staring at Monica.
It was obvious to the tall blonde that the young man was smitten
with her. She would certainly turn that to her advantage. In her
most seductive voice, Monica told Bob, "I'm so pleased to meet
you. If there is ever anything I can do for you,just let me know."
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"That little pig." Thought Monica.
Bob had grabbed her ass as he walked passed. He continually made
a nuisance of himself around her, never missing an opportunity to
touch or rub up against her. Monica just smiled sweetly at him,
thinking to herself "he'll get his."
Monica played the boy like a fish and, before long, had him in bed
and believing that he had seduced her. Bob wasn't a very good
lover. Monica was just getting into the swing of things when he
came, rolled off of her, and went to sleep; thanks to the drug she
had slipped him. Looking at Bob's wilted cock, Monica
remembered how it had felt when she still had one. She recalled
how she had introduced Bob's father, Joe, to being on the receiving
end of a stiff cock, after his transformation into a sexy babe.
Feeling horny, Monica got dressed, thinking, "I sure as hell won't
be getting any satisfaction here tonight. Might as well go out and
pick up a real stud."
After donning a provocative outfit, Monica put a tape in a player
and turned it on. It would play softly all night into the pillow
under Bob's head, filing it with radical notions. Looking at the
sleeping boy, she was curious, thinking "I wonder if he'll turn out as
pretty as his dad?"
On her way out, Monica ran into Gloria.
"Hi Monica, would you care to join me in a drink?"
"I'm sorry Mrs. Watson, but I was just going out. Can I take a
rain check?"
"Gee ... I really hoped you'd stay home with me tonight. I have
some tapes that make very interesting viewing and you're in some
of them."
Monica could see that Gloria was more than a little drunk, and
more than a little horny. "O.K. Why not?"
The tapes turned out to include one of Monica screwing Joe. Gloria
was very disappointed to discover that Monica's magnificent cock
was gone forever. However, the evening wasn't a total loss as they
wound up introducing themselves to girl on girl love making. Both
of them discovered lesbian sex to be as exciting and as satisfying as
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anything else they had ever done, if not more so.
When Bob awoke the next morning, Monica was there sleeping
beside him. The young man was certain that he had found true
love.
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Joe was washing the breakfast dishes, when Dr. van Damme called
out to him, on her way out the door, "Joe I'll be home at six with
two guests. The cook has the menu, we'll eat in the blue room."
"Yes, ma'am." Said Joe.
Donna had trained Joe well in his new duties. It hadn't taken him
long to discover that he wasn't going to be a housekeeper, instead,
he was being trained as Dr. van Damme's maid. Joe had to be up,
washed, and dressed by seven a.m., in uniform of course. The new
uniform wasn't that bad; it was a lot more comfortable than his
waitress getup since Dr. van Damme didn't make him wear the
hated minimizer bra and a girdle.
Every morning Joe would don an underwire bra, which cradled his
abundant breasts in comfort, nylon panties, black panty hose, black
pumps, and a white satin blouse which was tucked into a black
taffeta skirt that fell to his knees. It was neither tight nor revealing
and Joe was totally at ease in it. He'd half expected to be dressed
in some skimpy little maids dress. Oh he was alright, but only for
special occasions.
At seven o'clock, Joe would enter Dr. van Damme's room with her
breakfast and awaken her. While she ate, Joe would draw her bath.
Then while she bathed, Joe would make her bed, lay out her
clothing, and take the dirty breakfast dishes to the kitchen and
wash them. It wasn't a particularly arduous job and he had plenty
of free time.
Joe lived with the Doctor and stayed at her house most of the time,
preferring to avoid other people, especially men. Ever since his
changes, Joe had discovered that he couldn't trust himself around
men, somehow he'd developed an insatiable appetite for sex with
them. Joe had no clue that his newfound promiscuity was a
permanent part of his psychological make-up, only that he got
extremely aroused sexually around men. So he avoided the intense
embarrassment that his ensuing sexual antics caused, by keeping to
himself in Dr. van Damme's compound.
Joe had a busy day ahead of him today. In addition to his normal
duties, he would have to polish the silver and get dressed up for
tonight.
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"Yvonne."
"Oui Madame." Said Joe.
If there were any strangers in the house, Joe was addressed as
Yvonne. Dressed as a French maid, he had to act the part. Mrs.
Johnson had taught him to pronounce French words with his
artificial voice box and his French vocabulary was at least the equal
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of his English, which had been purposefully limited.
In preparation for tonight's little soiree, Joe had donned a black
satin and lace lingerie set consisting of; panty, garter belt and
push-up bra. He attached sheer white stockings to his garters and
slipped on a pair of pink satin pumps with five inch heels. Over this
he pulled on layers of stiff white petticoats, followed by a low-cut,
pink velvet French maid's uniform. Joe's hair was in a ponytail and
he tied a pink satin ribbon in a big bow to hold it back. A little
white lace apron and a choker and wristlets, of white satin bordered
with lace, completed his Yvonne costume.
Joe curtseyed carefully, knowing that his stocking tops would be
revealed if he did not, and he didn't want to reveal any more of
himself than was absolutely necessary.
"These are my guests, Hector and Miguel Gonzales."
Joe curtseyed gracefully to them, "Bon soir, Messieurs. May I get
you drinks?"
The two brothers were tall, dark, and handsome. Joe felt the
inevitable reaction of his body and averted his eyes from the men,
trying to concentrate on the task at hand.
Other than to take note of Joe's exceptional beauty, the Gonzales
brothers paid him no more mind than they would any servant. Joe
overheard their conversation as he served the meal and was able to
piece together that the Gonzales brothers were frequent visitors to
Dr. van Damme's island, came from somewhere in South America,
were fantastically wealthy, and performed many services for the
Doctor including acting as her bankers. After the table had been
cleared, Joe was dismissed. He ran up to his room, where he
masturbated urgently, grateful that he escaped performing like a
wanton slut with the two brothers.
Over cigars and brandy the Gonzales chatted idly with the doctor.
Finally Miguel spoke up. "This little thing Yvonne; she is
perfection itself. Is she by any chance available?"
"Certainly. I shall have her report to your cottage, where she'll be
waiting for you. I must inform you though that she is, or to be
more precise, was a man."
"Madre de Dios! You are kidding me."
"Not at all. I have some very interesting tapes of her, I really
should say his, progress. You see, we have punished Joe by ensuring
that he can never forget that he was once a complete man. Would
you care to view them?"
"Oh no Doctor, I trust your word implicitly, but this makes the
prospect of a dalliance even more interesting. Let me ask this, is
your maid available for permanent acquisition?"
"I'm afraid not, you see Joe, as he is called, doesn't know it, but
he's still being trained. Eventually he will be returned to his
ex-wife, who is responsible for what has happened to him."
Hector could no longer remain silent. "I too was considering toying
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with this one. Perhaps brother we should settle for lesser fare?"
"Ah, but of course." replied Miguel.
To Dr. van Damme's questioning look Miguel answered. "The two
of us never share or have anything to do with a woman or any other
thing, such as your little Joe in this case, that the other desires. We
avoid the pitfalls of jealousies that way. Now if Joe had a sister we
could purchase them both and return to our homeland with them."
At this last Dr. van Damme looked up smiling, "Funny you should
bring that up. My personal motto is 'anything is possible', and in
this situation anything may indeed happen. I shall remember your
interest in Joe, if circumstances should happen to change."
3. Chapter
"So how are you guys going to handle Bob?" Gloria asked Monica
one evening, after a session of torrid love making.
"Well we are going to use a variation of the technique we used to
get Joe to wear dresses without rebellion. Every night as he sleeps,
his mind under the influence of certain drugs that Dr. van
Damme's associates have developed, a speaker in Bob's pillow is
reprogramming his subconscious. When we are done, Bob will have
the mind set of a transsexual."
"So how does that help me?"
"One of two possible ways. After his programming is made effective
and has taken over, Bob will do anything to get what he needs,
including even signing away his inheritance if we handle it right. If
not, when he starts trying to get what he needs on his own, his
actions will allow you to have him declared incompetent. Either
way you will get his money."
"And just what is it he'll be needing?" asked Gloria.
"Why a sex change of course."
"Do you mean to tell me that you can make Bob want to be a
woman?"
"We certainly can and not only that, but I heard rumors Bob
Weinstein has developed a way to make the body change itself, and
that one of his corresponding associates, a Dr. Mason, has had
great success experimenting with his concepts.
"But I don't want to hurt him."
"Oh we won't punish Bob like we did Joe. Bob will want and truly
enjoy what is going to happen to him. Trust me, this really is the
best way of getting him out of your hair."
"So when does this plan begin."
"Bob might be ready now. All we need is a chance to get him
dressed in women's clothing, which will unlock his programming."
Gloria thought for a minute. "That's easy enough, listen to this ...
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Bob felt funny, he'd just shaven his entire body. He knew this was
peculiar, but for some reason it didn't bother him. Gloria was
throwing a Mardi Gras party and Monica had talked him into going
disguised as a girl. "I'll take care of everything." She had said.
"You'll probably win first prize."
Now he stood around naked and hairless, waiting for his lover to
dress him. Monica started with a little black thing, which she
pulled up around Bob's hips. It resembled a g-string and she tucked
his cock back under it, then tied it in place. The tight garment
really compressed his cock and balls. Looking at himself, Bob
couldn't see any sign of his manhood. "It's called a gaff Bob. It will
keep you safe from discovery."
Bob winced as Monica tightened the laces of what she called a
ribbon corset. It relentlessly squeezed his waist into definite female
proportions. Spandex panties were pulled up and Bob discovered
that they were padded, producing the illusion of a woman's hips
and ass on his male body. Over this were placed white satin panties.
"Why do I have to wear these panties, no one will be looking under
my dress?"
"Bob, it's a necessary component of the image you want to present
to your audience. In order to project an air of femininity, you have
to feel feminine, and wearing dainty lingerie will help you do just
that."
Sheer, light colored panty hose were pulled up Bob's hairless legs.
A strapless long line bra was placed around his chest and hooked
up. Pads were fitted into in the cups of the bra. Bob saw in the
mirror that he presented a very feminine profile. For some reason it
seemed natural.
A petticoat was held out and Bob stepped into it. It was drawn up,
positioned about his waist, and fell to mid-calf. The tea-length
dress, which Monica had selected for Bob to wear, was a delicate
confection of light turquoise acetate taffeta. Monica helped Bob get
it over his head, then she zipped it up for him. The dress had a low
scoop neck and sported a big bow over Bob's padded fanny.
Matching satin pumps were slipped on Bob feet and Monica went
to work on his make-up.
Monica placed a long brown wig, the same shade as his hair, over
Bob's head and brushed it out. Stepping back she looked at her
handiwork: eyebrows, plucked thin, arched over heavily made-up
eyes while bright red lips smiled at her. Bob looked wonderful.
"He'll make such a pretty girl," thought Monica.
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At the party Bob was a smash. He looked just like a young girl at
her prom and no one would believe otherwise. The longer he
remained dressed as he was, the better Bob felt about it. It felt
entirely natural to be dressed as he was; he felt free and at peace
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with himself.
4. Chapter
Bob Watson couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. For
about a month now, he had no appetite, had lost weight and
interest in sex with Monica, and had been very stressed out. Gloria
sent him to a doctor who had found nothing wrong with him, but
referred him to the psychiatrist that he was waiting to see,
suspecting that whatever it was bothering him, might be
psychosomatic. Bob looked at the name on the diplomas on the
wall; Dr. Robert Weinstein.
Bob had been talking to the Doctor for about ten minutes, when
the Doctor suggested hypnosis. "I guess I'll try anything," was
Bob's reply.
Bob didn't know what to expect. He was given a shot and told to
look at a strobe light. He did so, then looked at the doctor, "When
will I be hypnotized?"
"You have been Bob, you were under for about an hour."
Bob was shocked, he had noticed no passage of time. "What did
you find out? Will I be o.k.?"
"Bob, perhaps I should call your guardian in to discuss this."
"No. Please Doctor. Whatever is wrong, getting Gloria involved
will only make it worse."
"O.K. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but deep in your psyche
there is a woman trying to get out."
"What?"
"You are what we call a transsexual. We have no idea what causes
this, but your subconscious mind is that of a female. You have
repressed this trait so deeply, and it is so strong, that the resulting
psychological conflict is manifesting itself by disrupting your
health."
Bob could not believe what he'd just been told. Then he
remembered the night he had dressed as a girl for the party, and
how he had felt about it. "Could wearing a dress cause this to
happen to me?"
"No. This has always been in you. However, wearing women's
clothing could upset the delicate psychological balance of someone,
like yourself, who had been successful in suppressing his
transsexuality. Why? Have you done so recently?"
"Well, I dressed up like a girl for a costume party about a month
ago."
"Yes, that could have set you off."
"So what can I do to get over this?"
"Bob, I am afraid that it is not that simple. Years of research with
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thousands of transsexuals has shown us that there is only one thing
that you can do and experience permanent relief, but I do not think
that you are quite ready to talk about that just yet. You first have
to get over the shock of finding out what you are. To help you with
that, I would like to refer you to a colleague of mine, with much
more experience in these matters, at The Institute for the
Amelioration of Gender Dysphoria."
5. Chapter
Bob was despondent, every day his anxious longing to be a woman
grew in intensity, with no relief in sight. He had been well received
at The Institute, and the director, Leslie van Damme, had
interviewed him personally as a favor to Bob Weinstein.
Bob had found Dr. van Damme to be a tall stunning blonde, he
also found out that she was a man. Bob discovered that he was not
alone. Indeed, the Institute had helped hundreds of others like
himself to become the women that they knew they were. Bob's
tests showed that he was definitely a transsexual and the Institute
would accept him into it's program.
The road to womanhood was a long one, stretching over years.
Changing his sex would be a momentous and irreversible decision;
Bob would therefore be required to complete many prerequisites,
such as hormone therapy, which would ultimately result in him
living and working as a woman for a year to prove he was serious
about becoming one, before he would even be considered for
surgery. The problem was that Bob couldn't wait years. He needed
relief now, before he went insane.
At dinner one night. Gloria confronted him. "What's been
troubling you Robert dear? You just mope around the house all the
time. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"No, I'm afraid not, but you might as well know what the Doctor
said. I am what they call a transsexual. My mind is the mind of a
woman and if I don't do something about it soon I will go crazy."
"So what is it that you want to do?" Asked Monica.
"Well it is not so much want as need. Science cannot change my
mind to match my body, but they can change my body to match
my mind, so eventually I plan to undergo sex reassignment surgery."
Gloria grinned. Bob missed it and she was able to regain her
composure before saying; "Do you mean a sex-change? Isn't that a
little extreme dear?"
"Perhaps it is," Bob replied, "but it's my only hope. They can't
even help me anytime soon. It takes forever to get ready for the
surgery."
Then, per her instructions, Monica chipped in, "I read somewhere
that they do sex changes in other countries where there's no wait
and supposedly they do a much better job."
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"Really?" Asked Bob, his curiosity piqued.
"Yes, except I read that it is horribly expensive."
"That's O.K. I have plenty of money."
"I don't think so young man." Interjected Gloria."You don't get
your money for another three years, and if you think that I will
approve of you doing such a thing to yourself, or give you the
money for it, you are seriously mistaken."
Bob was close to tears, to be given new hope and then have it taken
away so quickly, was almost too much for him to bear. Then he saw
what he must do.
"Please Gloria, you have no idea how much this means to me; it is
life or death. I need to be a woman. I know that you don't get
anything once I inherit and I'm sorry for what I said to you about
screwing you over when I get my money. I apologize. If you'll only
let me do this, I promise that I'll give you all the money you could
possibly want."
Bob was in tears now; he got up and went to Gloria's chair, kneeled
and took her hand. "Please Gloria, I beg of you, save me, help me
become a woman."
"Oh I will Robert. Don't you worry," thought Gloria. "You'll get
your wish in spades."
Gloria looked at Bob for what to him seemed an eternity. "Perhaps
we can work something out." She said at last.
6. Chapter
Summoned to Dr. van Damme's office, Joe curtseyed, then stood at
attention while she finished reading a letter. Working as a maid
had made Joe meek and docile, and the subliminal tapes played to
him at night reinforced his newfound submissiveness.
"Joe, it seems that I have to go away for a spell on business. I was
going to leave you here, but your ex-wife Gloria has asked that you
serve her while I am busy. I think this would be good training for
you, and an excellent introduction back into the real world. You
will find clothing laid out for you in my room. Take this suitcase
and this." She handed Joe a passport.
Like the good maid that he had become, Joe curtseyed. "At once
Madame."
Joe picked up the suitcase and left, filled with mixed emotions;
excited to be going home, relieved that he wouldn't be forced into
prostitution, yet depressed at the thought of serving Gloria as her
maid.
Joe looked at the passport he'd been given . It was French.
Opening it, he saw a photograph of a blonde woman in it. Then it
dawned on him; that was his picture in it, as he looked now. He
glanced at the name; Yvonne LaEsclave. Joe's French lessons
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