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Bob 2/6 [TG, femdom]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
CHAPTER
3
"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
with himself.
CHAPTER
4
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 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."
CHAPTER
5
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."
"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.
To be continued...
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