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Bob [or Guinea Pig II] [2/4]
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hadn't gone far enough to allow him to understand his new title.
In Dr. van Damme's room, Joe found a pile of clothing with a note
on it which directed him to strip and get dressed in them. Before
he did, Joe looked in the suitcase he'd been given. It was filled with
women's clothing. Joe stripped. He put on the apparel selected for
him; a matching white panty and underwire bra set of nylon, white
panty-hose, a white nylon half-slip,, white pumps, a short sleeved
white silk blouse, and a wool suit in navy. Joe zipped up the
straight skirt.
"This outfit is pretty nice." Thought Joe, brushing out his bangs,
the rest of his long hair fell gracefully down his back. The suit
didn't hide his well-endowed figure, but neither did it expose his
body to the world, as so many of his outfits did. Joe looked at his
pretty face in the mirror, realizing how much time and effort he had
been saved by never having to apply cosmetics, thanks to the
tattoos on his face.
Carrying the suitcase and the jacket that matched his skirt, Joe
went back to the Doctor's office.
Joe and Dr. van Damme were in a golf cart being taken to the
airstrip on the island. When they arrived, Joe saw a private jet,
engines running, waiting to take off. Once he had fastened his seat
belt, Joe was given some pills to take. Allegedly to prevent
airsickness, they instead knocked Joe out for the duration. He'd
never be able to describe the island where he'd been held or it's
location.
7. Chapter
Joe awakened. He had no idea how long he had been out. Dr. van
Damme was speaking to him. "Remember, you are Yvonne. Speak
only French. You will wind up in serious trouble otherwise."
Joe knew better than to disobey her, He deplaned with the Doctor
and approached customs. It became obvious to Joe that the
customs inspector had eyes only for his beauty when his passport
was perfunctorily stamped without so much as a glance. Joe kept
his conversation limited to "oui", "non", and "merci monsieur",
and before he knew it he was in a limousine headed for Manhattan.
Joe winced inwardly as the limo pulled up in front of his old house.
He'd loved the old brownstone and, while he hadn't planned on
returning to it, he never once figured that he'd come back to work
in it as a maid. The surprises just kept coming as Monica opened
the door to greet them. "Hello Doctor. Joe."
They exchanged greetings and Joe wandered into his old digs,
finding that they had been totally redecorated. In much the same
manner that Joe had been changed, the old masculine decor was
gone, replaced by an ethereal feminine interior. Before he could go
any further, Monica intercepted him and took him to his room,
which had been the servants quarters. It was very femininely
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decorated. Joe looked in the closet. It was full of maid's uniforms.
"Now Joe." Said Monica. "Let me tell you the ground rules. You
must at all times act like a perfect servant. You must pretend never
to notice what goes on around here, and above all never say a word
without being spoken to first."
"Why are they doing this to me?" Joe asked Monica.
"I think you know the answer to that Joe. Just be careful or you'll
be beaten severely."
Monica went on to explain to Joe what was what, and how he was
expected to behave. When she was done, Joe undressed, washed,
and went to bed where he spent a fitful night.
The next morning Joe showered, then got dressed in one of the
uniforms from the closet. He discovered that all of the lingerie
provided for him was the same; black satin bikini panties with
matching garter belts and push-up bras. Joe hooked up the black
stockings that he'd found in a drawer, put on one of the many pairs
of the black patent high-heeled pumps that were in the closet, and
knowing what was expected of him, stepped a petticoat and pulled
it up to his waist. The black satin maid's uniform followed. Joe
figured that he'd be wearing one all time now since that was all
there was in the way of clothing in the closet. Joe zipped up the
dress. His cleavage was exposed and outlined in white lace. The
short skirt was flounced out by the petticoats and with every move
revealed his stocking tops. None of this was new to Joe, as he tied
on the white satin apron with a big bow in back and then rolled his
hair up in a bun and put on the white cap, but so far he'd only had
to dress like this occasionally. It would be a new experience to dress
like regularly. Naturally, the transvestite responses programmed
into Joe's mind were tickled pink as he minced out to the kitchen.
Bob woke up. As he did every morning, he stripped off his negligee
and went to the mirror. "No changes yet." He thought,
disappointed as he examined himself.
Bob had started on hormones and couldn't wait to see signs of the
development to come. He looked at his hair. Long for a man, the
brown locks were still to short to be styled and permed. Bob was
eagerly looking forward to his first trip to a beauty salon.
Meanwhile, Monica and Gloria were giving him a crash course in
being a woman. As her price for letting him do this, Gloria had
made Bob sign some papers in front of her lawyers, but he didn't
care; he was on his way. Bob looked down at his shriveled penis.
He had no use for it anymore and, some days, it was all he could do
to keep from grabbing a knife and cutting it off.
Bob dressed, putting on the corset and padding which would give
him a feminine figure until the hormones did. The thought, that
some day the pads in his bra would be replaced by his own breasts
pleased Bob no end. Over his lingerie, he pulled up panty hose,
dropped a slip over his head, and stepped into a peach linen dress
that buttoned up the front. He buttoned the dress up, put on the
matching belt, and then stepped into a pair of white sling-back
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pumps. Bob applied some make-up and checked his fingernails, long
and painted red, they were good for now. He put earrings in his
recently pierced ears, selected a matching necklace and bracelet,
brushed mousse into his hair, and looked at himself. Yes, he could
pass for a fashionable young woman, he did everyday.
Bob was excited. Today he was to meet Leslie's sister, Justine,
who, he'd been told, had been able to arrange surgery for him
overseas somewhere. Bob sprayed on some perfume and went down
to breakfast.
"It's a good thing I learned to cook at Dr. van Damme's." Joe
thought as he scrambled eggs, fried bacon, and made toast. Gloria
didn't have a cook and he had been told that he would have to not
only serve, but also cook breakfast, lunch, and sometimes the rare
dinner that she ate at home.
As instructed, Joe had set the table for four and one by one they
came in and sat down; Gloria, Monica, the Doctor, and the girl
whose name, he had been told, was Roberta.
Bob looked at the new maid. She was all tits and ass in her
revealing little uniform. He thought to himself "she looks like a
little tramp, but if that's what Gloria wants ...?"
Bob introduced himself to her,"Good morning, I am Roberta, you
must be Yvonne?"
Bob was surprised to see the maid curtsey to him and say "oui
Mademoiselle. Bon jour. Would you like some cafe?"
"Well at least she's well trained." He thought.
The four of them left immediately after breakfast and Joe went
about his chores. He made up all the beds and while vacuuming the
living room, stopped to stare at his picture on the mantle; a picture
of him as a man that is. It was a copy of the same picture that Joe
carried in his little gold locket which he usually wore when not in
uniform. A tear came to his eye, but he just brushed it aside and,
like a good little maid, went on with his work.
The next day, Joe was told to pack up the Doctor's clothing, then
help Roberta pack for a trip the two of them would be taking. As
he folded Roberta's lingerie, Joe tried to put his finger on what was
so peculiar about her. In the drawer, under her panties, Joe
discovered just what it was that was different about her; he looked
at a birth certificate in the name of Robert Watson, with him,
Joseph Watson, listed as the father.
Roberta was a man!
She was his son!
It became clear to Joe what was going on; Gloria was pulling some
kind of stunt to try and get her hands on Bob's inheritance. Just
then Bob walked in.
Bob looked at Yvonne. Good, she was almost done packing his
things. He was shocked to hear her say; "you're Robert aren't you?"
"Yes, what of it?" He said, irritated at being read by a servant.
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Bob was surprised as the girl came to him, with a look of horror on
her pretty face. "You must leave now. Get out of Gloria's clutches.
Go now before ... "
"What is going on here!"
Monica and Gloria were standing in the door to Bob's room.
"Give me that." Said Gloria, grabbing Bob's birth certificate from
Joe's hands. She returned it to Bob.
"You had better be more careful where you put things like this.
And as for you, you insolent wench," she addressed Joe, "Monica
will demonstrate what happens to an upstart maid who sticks her
nose in where it does not belong."
Joe was terrified and there was no fight in him. Monica grabbed his
arm, pulled him over to the bed, and sat down. "I'm sorry Yvonne,
but I warned you."
The sex changed girl demonstrated her remaining strength as she
held Joe still with one hand. "Pull up your skirts." She
commanded.
Fully submissive now, Joe did as ordered; holding his skirt and
petticoats up around his waist. Monica reached out, pulled his
panties down to his ankles, and threw him over her lap face down.
"Roberta, give me your hairbrush."
Joe was humiliated. To be thrown over Monica's knees like a little
girl, with his plump womanly ass revealed for all to see. Terror
replaced his humiliation as soon as the first blow fell. You see, Joe
had resolved to take his spanking like a man, but he was no longer
a man and was shortly bawling his eyes out.
Bob watched as Yvonne was beaten soundly for her indiscretion;
she was wailing in a high voice, and her legs were kicking wildly,
hampered by the panties around her ankles. Finally, with her ass
glowing cherry red, she was released.
"Now pull up your panties and get back to work." Said Monica.
Bob watched as Yvonne put her panties back on, smoothed out her
dress, and turned to leave.
"Aren't you forgetting something."
The maid turned, curtseyed to Monica, and said "merci Maitresse,"
then fled the room crying.
"That was pretty severe," thought Bob, "I hope she learned a
lesson from it."
Joe watched from an upstairs window, with tears in his eyes, as Bob
and Dr. van Damme got in the limousine and left for the airport.
8. Chapter
At the airport, while they waited to board the private jet, Dr. van
Damme introduced Bob to their traveling companions; a good
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looking woman who was introduced as Virginia Mason and two
teenaged girls; Melissa Walters and Stephanie Grenwald. Bob felt
comfortable with the sophisticated and educated Virginia, but
those two girls! They were so trampy with their bleached blonde
hair, short skirts, and tight blouses. All they seemed interested in
was flirting with every man who crossed their path. Virginia
explained to Bob that the two girls had just turned eighteen and
had never been away from home before. She also told him that she
was a doctor and that they were patients of hers. Virginia had
taken them on this trip because she felt sorry for them.
"They are both high school dropouts and the future doesn't hold
much for them except as a waitress, wife, or dancer. Anyway they
go they're trapped and I wanted them to have a little excitement
before that happens."
Bob considered how thoughtful that was of her.
Once they were back on the island, Dr. van Damme conferred with
Dr. Mason and Bob Weinstein. "I must tell you two that these
results far exceed any expectations I had. I have examined Melissa
and Stephanie and cannot find any evidence that they were once
males."
"That's the beauty of it, there isn't any." Exclaimed Dr. Mason. "I
have conducted extensive tests on them and they appear to be
female down to the cellular level."
"My next question is, What's to stop somebody else from
hypnotizing them and changing them again."
Bob Weinstein answered. "The changes can only be initiated while
under the influence of the drug. When the drug wears off, after
about a day, the changes continue but can no longer be affected by
further hypnotic suggestion. It also appears that the human body
has an increasing resistance to the drug. In other words, repeated
applications have less and less effect until finally the body ignores
any further suggestions. Take Melissa and Stephanie for instance,
Dr. Mason conducted repeated experiments on them and after a
couple of tries the drug would do nothing."
"So they are girls permanently?"
"For the rest of their lives."
"How long have they been like this, and how long did the changes
take Virginia?"
"They took about six months to stabilize as females and I have had
them under observation for going on two years. I think that the six
months can be shortened considerably. You see I performed no
surgery on them, especially as regards the male organs, thinking
that they would retract into the body and become ovaries. However
the boys developed ovaries separately and the testicles eventually
atrophied and disappeared. I believe if the testicles were removed
before commencing the procedure, that the changes would occur
more rapidly, without the body still producing male hormones."
"Next time we'll try that. Bob, when can we start experimenting
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with it here?"
"That's the only problem Doctor. The drug Dr. Mason used was a
very rare one and I didn't expect these effects. I thought only that
we could fool the body into regrowing a lost limb and things like
that. These changes only occur when the drug is administered in
massive doses, and during her trials Dr. Mason used most of it up."
"Can't you get some more."
"I don't know. It's extracted from a rare flower that grows only in
the amazon. With the loss of the rain forests over there, my sources
haven't been able to locate sufficient quantities of them. We have
plantations where we are trying to cultivate the plant, but until
we're successful, which may take over five years, we are limited to
the stock on hand."
"How much is that?"
"Based on what Dr. Mason tells me, enough for possibly four
changes."
"Damn the bad luck." Said Dr. van Damm staring off into space.
She understood the potential of such a drug.
"What about Stephanie and Melissa?" Asked Dr. Mason.
"I have their parents hypnotized also and they believe their
daughters have left home and moved to Los Angeles."
"Are they of any further use to you?"
"No, not really."
Dr. van Damme was in a sour mood over the unobtainable drug
and this may have accounted for her next action. "Hmmm. Do
this. Virginia, remove any psychological blocks that you may have
put on them, I want them to know who they are, what they have
become, and be fully aware of their surroundings. Bob, have Dr.
Brenner give them the permanent hair treatment; long and blonde.
I want this done by Saturday when the fuel tanker arrives. When it
leaves, I want them on it. They will be a little gift from me to our
supplier. Those Arabs do so love blonde girls. Meanwhile, I want to
see this effect of your's firsthand, and I have just the subject for it"
Dr. Mason, scrubbed up and dressed in surgical greens, looked
down at the almost comatose youth on the operating table. "Hello
Bob, remember me? I'm Dr. Mason and I'll be performing your
surgery today."
"Already affected by the anesthesia, Bob could only grunt at her."
Bob was put under and castrated. In the recovery room, the other
drugs were administered and Dr. Mason then induced, what was
already being referred to as, the Weinstein Effect on Bob and he
commenced a one-way journey to womanhood.
Bob came out from under the fog of anesthesia and smiled to
himself. "Well that's that," he thought, "it's all over now," little
realizing that, for him, it was just beginning.
Bob couldn't feel anything below his waist, but that didn't bother
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him. He knew that he was a complete woman now. A lot of what
had happened to him since he arrived here, and he never did learn
where exactly here was, seemed a bit excessive and not exactly
what he had expected. Take, for example, his hair, his entire body
had been depilated, and his head covered with long blonde artificial
stuff that couldn't be cut. Or his fingernails, they also had been
removed and replaced with long red artificial ones which also
couldn't be cut. Or his feet, they had been operated on and made
smaller, but now only felt right in high heels. Not to mention his
face, on which make-up had been tattooed.
That was all O.K. though. Bob was overjoyed with the other
changes to his body. He spoke in a lovely soprano voice, thanks to
the operation on his larynx; it didn't bother him very much that he
had to learn to speak all over again. Bob sported the lush body of a
young woman; wide hips, tiny waist, full breasts, and at long last,
the genitals to match it. Bob knew that the work here was
top-notch, any physician examining him would conclude with
confidence that he had been born a girl. He laid back, satisfied at
last. Before he returned to unconsciousness, Bob thought he felt
something pulling on his earlobe.
Dr. van Damme considered Robert Watson. His transformation
into a beautiful woman was complete. In many of the procedures,
such as body contouring and hair implantation; the same programs
used on his father, still stored in computer memory, were used on
him with predictable results. Father and son were now, for all
intents and purposes, twins.
It irked the doctor that Robert should enjoy what had been done to
him. In her opinion, a man who had to be forced into womanhood
shouldn't receive any satisfaction from it. She had debated
removing the psychological programming which had driven Bob to
change his sex and allowing him to awaken to discover that he had
irreversibly turned himself into a blonde bombshell. "I made a deal
though and I can't renege on it," she thought, "but perhaps I can
work out something fitting."
9. Chapter
Bob examined himself in the mirror. "You sure are some babe." He
said to himself. It never failed to amaze him what a gorgeous
creature he'd been turned into. He had expected, like most of the
transsexuals he'd met at the Institute, to wind up looking like a
masculine woman, but there was not even so much of a hint of his
old maleness in the sexy girl who looked back at him.
Dr. van Damme watched Bob admire himself. "He really can't tell
that he's not yet fully changed?"
Dr. Mason told her; "No. All he sees is the image we have put in
his mind which he will eventually conform to."
"Amazing!"
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Bob pulled pink satin panties up over his flat crotch. He liked the
way it looked in panties now and had come to really enjoy wearing
the apparel appropriate to his new sex. He settled his large breasts
into the cups of his bra and pulled it up. Bob thought about his
new wardrobe, every item in it made him appear as if he was going
to a cocktail party or a formal dance. Dr. van Damme had also
considered his wardrobe, and the money she saved by giving him
Joe's old one. They were both the same size.
Bob wondered about something he hadn't considered until now; he
really wasn't attracted to men at all. It surprised him that he
would want so much to be a woman and, now that he was one, lack
all interest in sex. He decided to ask Dr. van Damme about it
during his interview with her scheduled for today.
Bob buttoned the back of his dress. It was the least exotic one he
could find. It was black with a white floral design on it, made of
very thin faille, with a full flowing skirt. He belted it, glad that he
was able to find something that wasn't tight and revealing. Bob
glanced in the mirror again, his appearance was flawless; he
couldn't get over how cosmetic surgery had made his lips full and
changed the shape of his eyes. He was a living doll.
Bob regarded the earrings hanging from his ears; after surgery, his
castrated testicles had been sealed in clear acrylic with a little
golden chain attached. He had eventually found them permanently
attached to, and swinging from, his ears. He was told that this was
something that the Institute requested be done, to always remind
him where he had come from. Bob was told that they could be
removed if, in the future, he determined that he just couldn't live
with them, but for now they stayed. Bob decided that he liked his
new earrings; his balls were finally proving themselves useful for
something.
Bob thought about how he had to legally change his name when he
got home and what he would change it to. He hadn't decided for
certain; he was partial to both Pamela and Elizabeth.
Bob sat on the couch in Dr. van Damme's office, not believing what
he was hearing. "So you see Bob, Gloria refuses to pay any money
for charges incurred after the surgery was completed. That leaves
you responsible financially for your room and board since then, and
for your wardrobe as well."
"But I don't have any money Doctor, Gloria said she'd pay for all
of this."
"I am afraid that you are mistaken. Read this agreement she signed
with you and I am sure you will realize that she has fulfilled her
obligations to you entirely."
Bob took the offered paper and read it. Gloria had done exactly
what she had said she would. Bob felt his stomach sinking; he had
signed away his entire fortune to her. "What can I do Doctor?"
"Well being as you owe me a considerable sum of money, I am sure
we can work something out."
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Bob looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was neither pleased
nor comfortable. His hips and ass were crushed in the tight girdle
which held up his support stockings. Likewise his breasts were
crammed into a minimizer bra, reducing their size to where he
could zip up the black nylon uniform dress he'd been issued. He
pinned on his name tag which read:
Robert Watson
Waitress
Dr. van Damme had put an end to his plan to change his name.
Robert he was, and Robert he would remain.
"How did I ever let her talk me into a lifetime contract?" Bob
wondered, as he went off to his job in the executive dining room.
Like his father before him, Bob worked his way up to the position
of personal maid to Dr. van Damme. Also like his dad, Bob's mind
and body were programmed with the sexual responses of a
promiscuous slut. Unlike his father though, no trace of the old Bob
remained. Oh he remembered who he had been, but not for minute
did he ever regret what had been done to him; rather he revelled in
it.
While Bob's body was rearranging itself, in line with her long-range
plans, Dr. van Damme also had Bob's subconscious mind
manipulated until he was the sweetest little submissive masochist
possible.
Bob arose from bed and started getting ready for work. He had
been a bit irritable the day before, but hadn't thought much about
it. The feeling of extreme sensitivity persisted though, and his
moodiness had grown more intense overnight. Bob made a mental
note to see Dr Mason that afternoon and mention it to her.
Bob was clearing away the remains of Dr. van Damme's lunch when
all of a sudden he felt a searing pain tear through his abdomen. He
dropped the tray he was carrying, grabbed his gut, and gasped.
"What's wrong Bob?" asked Dr. van Damme.
"I don't know Doctor .. aaaaagh!" the pain was back and this time
it felt like his innards were being twisted like a rubber band.
She helped him along to the clinic.
Bob lay naked on the examination table with his feet up in stirrups
as Dr. Mason conducted a pelvic exam. He still felt cramps and
discomfort, but not as severe since the shot he had been given had
taken effect. Bob felt whatever it was that the Doctor had placed
up inside him slip out. "What's the matter Doctor? Is it a problem
with my operation?"
"No not at all Bob. It's just nature's way of telling you that you're
a woman now."
"Pain?"
"Yes and you'd better get used to it. Although I don't think that it
will be so severe in the future. it's just that you're new plumbing is
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just flushing itself out, so to speak, for the first time."
"You mean this pain won't go away?"
"No, it will go away, but it will be back every month like clockwork.
It's your period."
"PERIOD! But I'm a transsexual."
"So what?"
"I thought that I wouldn't have periods and such things."
"You wanted Dr. van Damme to make you into a woman didn't
you?"
"Yes, but ..."
"Well she did just that. You are now a fully functioning female,
and I emphasize the word fully. Welcome to the sorority. As long as
we are here in the clinic let me teach you some things you need to
know." Dr. Mason reached down and picked up a plastic container.
"Now then, this is foam ..."
Back in his room Bob unpacked the bag of stuff Dr. Mason had
given him. Pills, tampons, panty liners, douche, foam, and two
dozen condoms. Bob was very conscious of the tampon up inside
him, but Dr. Mason had told him that soon he wouldn't even
notice it. Bob had been embarrassed by the condoms especially
when Dr. Mason had made him put one on a life size model of a
penis, telling him "it's a skill every girl needs to know."
Bob told her, "but Dr. I'm not even interested in men."
Dr. Mason didn't say a word, but thought to herself "Just you wait
Robert, just you wait."
Dr van Damme read the letter from Monica. She and Gloria
Watson were steady lovers now, and had decided to move from the
city to an estate in the country. Joe was the perfect maid, but the
new mansion would be too much for him alone. Monica had let it
slip that Bob had stayed on the island and was working for the
Doctor. Gloria was tickled pink with the idea of having both of the
men who had been a threat to her, serving her as a matched pair of
maids.
Dr. van Damme summoned Bob to her office. He entered, dressed
in his standard uniform of white satin blouse and black taffeta skirt.
She ignored him for several moments, then told him, "Bob I'm
going away on a business trip. I was going to leave you here, but
have decided that I need you with me. Take that suitcase and this."
She handed him a passport. " Get dressed in the clothing laid out
in my bedroom and meet me back here."
Outside the Doctor's office, Bob looked at the passport. It was
French, inside was a picture of him as he looked now, but that
name; Yvonne LaEsclave. It was somehow familiar. Where had he
heard it before? Suspicion grew in the back of his mind, but was
quickly overshadowed by his excitement at going on a trip.
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