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Bob 4/6 [TG, femdom]
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CHAPTER
9
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!"
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."
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 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.
To be continued...
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CHAPTER
10
It was over a year later, when all the pieces of Dr. van
Damme's plan fell into place one day; Monica wrote to her about her
and Gloria's changing plans. They were going to be married in a
radical lesbian ceremony and Gloria wanted to move back to the city
where they could be in the center of the lifestyle that they lived
now. They would no longer be needing the services of Bob and Joe,
as they would be living in a lesbian commune and Gloria wanted all
memories of the two men erased from her memory. Did the Doctor have
any ideas?
The limousine slowed as it approached the guardhouse. Dr. van
Damme was expected, and the guard passed the car through only after
checking out the driver. Scrutinizing the security arrangements,
she nodded in approval. There would be no unauthorized entry to, or
exit from, the Watson estate.
The long car proceeded onto the remote grounds. After a short
drive, the house became visible, it was a mansion of the first
order. After stopping the car in front, the driver opened the car
door for her, Dr. van damme exited and walked up the steps of the
house. Forewarned of her arrival by the guard house, the door swung
open to meet her.
Dr. van Damme was taken aback for a minute by the appearance
of the individual who greeted her.
"Good morning Doctor."
"Good morning." Scrutinizing her greeter, Dr. van Damme
noticed the earrings. "You must be Robert."
"Yes Ma'am, however the mistress requests that I be addressed
as Babette."
"Well I'll be delighted to indulge her. Babette."
Bob admitted her, removed her coat, and took it to the
cloakroom. When he returned, Dr. van Damme examined the youth, who
was a product of her Institute. Robert Watson had started out with
a strong familial resemblance to his father, Joseph Watson and,
having undergone identical physical modifications, was now a
perfect replica of his dad. Bob was about five feet seven inches
tall, but his black patent spike heels added considerably to that.
Sheer black stockings sheathed Bob's long shapely legs, ending
on his upper thighs, from where garters stretched up to disappear
under his skirt. Although it stretched the imagination to call that
tiny bit of fabric a skirt. Bob wore a very abbreviated maid's
uniform, even more extreme than the ones that Gloria had originally
dressed Joe in. The skirt was held almost horizontal by fluffy
petticoats, both of which ended high on his hips. The Doctor could
see the boy's embroidered lace panties, his dark pubic hair clearly
visible through the delicate material. As he stood there with his
legs slightly apart, she could discern his vaginal lips, with the
profile of the vulva he had developed, outlined in the satin crotch
of his panties.
Bob wore no bra and his nipples poked out like tiny fingers
through the black satin of his uniform. The lace edged neckline of
Bob's dress barely covered his aureoles, and the expanse of his
massive bosom was fully revealed. His hair was parted in the
middle, and the long blonde tresses were brushed forward, to rest
atop the creamy white globes of his breasts. Shoulder-length black
gloves had the fingers cut off to allow him to wear them with his
long fingernails, and he wore the obligatory cap and apron. "If you
will please follow me Doctor, my mistress will receive you."
Dr. van Damme followed the youth, watching his ass wiggle in
the lacy panties, as he swished through the house before her.
Bob entered the sitting room where Gloria awaited their
arrival, with Dr. van Damme right behind him, and curtseyed. "Dr.
van Damme. Madame."
"Thank you Babette."
Bob curtseyed and withdrew to the wall where he stood with his
hands folded over his apron; the perfect maid, attentive to any
desire on the part of his mistress or her guest.
The two women greeted each other like long lost friends. After
some chatting Dr. van Damme asked "and how is Joe doing?"
Gloria explained, "I have decided, for the present, that
Joseph shall be called Yvette and Robert shall be addressed as
Babette. They look so much alike that I kid my guests; telling them
that they are the Ette sisters, Eve and Bab."
The Doctor chuckled at the joke.
Gloria pushed a little button. "I believe Yvette is doing the
laundry now. Let me show you how his training has progressed."
In a coupl eof minutes, the click of high heels on wooden
floors could be heard approaching the sitting room and then the
rustle of petticoats. Shortly a busty blonde, dressed and looking
exactly like Bob, traipsed in and curtseyed. "You rang Madame?"
Dr. van Damme, looked Joe Watson over. He was an exact
duplicate of Bob. The only way she could tell them apart was by the
fact that Joe's testicles had been gold-plated and he wore the
little balls permanently affixed in his earlobes, while Bob's were
sealed in clear plastic and swung from his ears on tiny chains.
"Yes Yvette. I desire that you pleasure me now."
"At once Madame." Joe obediently got down on his knees, while
Gloria pulled up her skirt and spread her legs wide. Joe removed
her panties, leaving her in a garter belt and hose, then plunged
his face into Gloria's pussy and started licking it.
Dr. van Damme watched as the pretty man's blonde head bobbed
between his ex-wife's legs.
"The old Joe Watson wouldn't do this in a million years,"
exclaimed Gloria. "Now, as Yvette, he eats pussy every day. Would
you care to have Babette service you Doctor?"
"No thank you. Perhaps some other time."
"Oh well. You don't know what you're missing. Babette since
you have nothing better to do, attend to my feet."
Dr. van Damme looked on in silence as the golden haired
beauty, that had once been Robert Watson, knelt down on nylon clad
knees. Bob gently removed Gloria's alligator pumps then, being
careful not to interfere with his father, unhooked the garters and
rolled Gloria's stockings down her legs. Bob lifted Gloria's right
foot to his mouth and started licking it. After he had covered the
whole foot, he started sucking on her toes, ending up with all five
between his thick red lips. Completing his servicing of Gloria's
right foot, Bob placed it back on the floor and brought her left
foot to his mouth. While he was working on that one, Gloria lifted
her right foot and, using her toes, fondled Bob's tumescent nipples
through his satin dress.
Gloria leaned back and shut her eyes, obviously enjoying the
services of her maids. Dr. van Damme decided that she had seen
enough, excused herself, and left.
CHAPTER
11
Bob had cleared away the remains of the excellent dinner which
Joe had prepared; he was quite the accomplished cook by now. Dr.
van Damme, Gloria, and Monica sat around the table drinking coffee.
"I think it's time to feed the boys Monica. You won't want to miss
this Doctor."
As the three woman made their way to the kitchen Gloria
explained. "It seems that both of them returned from your island
with tremendous appetites Doctor. Monica figures that this is a
side effect of the process which filled out their curvy bodies. We
found that the boys were putting on weight and I couldn't allow
that. I mean think of the money I have invested in their uniforms,
and besides, they are perfect just as they are. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, but I made them what they are, so I am more than a
little prejudiced."
"No matter. I took the situation in hand; Joe and Bob are
strict vegetarians now and I feed them only the healthiest of foods
three times a day. For breakfast they get an orange, a bowl of
oatmeal, and vitamins. Their lunch and dinner usually consists of
beans and rice."
When the women entered the kitchen, Joe and Bob, who had been
sitting at the table waiting, sprang up to attention. Monica got
out two bowls; into each she put two scoops of cold brown rice from
a pot in the refrigerator, then she opened a can of kidney beans
and topped the rice with the beans, dividing the can between the
two bowls. Monica put the bowls on the floor."You may eat."
To Dr. van Damme's amazement, Joe and Bob curtseyed saying
"Thank you mistress," then got down on their hands and knees and,
like two dogs, hungrily lapped at their obviously unappetizing fare
with their rounded behinds up in the air, fully exposed.
"No need to worry about them losing their girlish figures, and
besides think of the money I save on food." Laughed Gloria.
Later that evening Dr. van Damme joined Gloria Watson in her
den for a nightcap. They each had a drink and made small talk.
During a pause in the conversation, Gloria said, "Let's see how my
boys are doing." Knowing that Bob and Joe's almost nightly ritual
would soon be getting underway any minute now, she pushed a button
and a section of wall slid away to reveal several television
monitors and a control console. She turned them on and selected
those cameras which gave good views of the bedroom and bath that
Joe and Bob shared.
Joe had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off his
superbly feminine body. In the bedroom, Bob sat in front of the
mirror, brushing out his luxuriant blonde hair, dressed in an
embroidered satin teddy. Joe wrapped a towel around his head, put
on a short kimono style gown of jade silk, came out, sat down on
the bed, and started drying his hair.
"I thought the doctor who invented this hair said it was low
maintenance." Said Joe sarcastically, since both of them spent
hours on their hair.
"No he didn't; he just said it would last forever. If anything
it is more work than real hair since you can't do anything to it
that lasts. Sometimes I wish that I could just get a permanent and
not have to worry about it." Said Bob.
"I'm really worried about the Doctor being here, it can't mean
anything but trouble for us." Whined Joe.
"Oh come on Evie, lighten up a little." Retorted Bob
"Don't you start in with that shit too. It's bad enough with
Gloria and that crazy doctor. When we're alone, just call me Joe."
The two of them had long ago discovered their relationship;
Joe was troubled deeply by their circumstances, but Bob was too far
gone to care. "I'm sorry Joe. Let me make it up to you by brushing
your hair for you."
Bob came over, got on the bed behind Joe, and started brushing
his father's long blonde hair. Joe knew that Bob liked what had
been done to him. In fact, he'd been shown a videotape of the boy
begging Gloria to have him changed into a female. "Bob is really
into all this girl shit." Thought Joe, who did only as much as he
was forced to.
Joe didn't know it but, thanks to hypnosis and subliminal
programming, Bob craved humiliation and domination in addition to
his delight in his new body. Bob brushed Joe's hair until it
shined, then leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Let's fool
around pop."
Being under Gloria's total control, her sadistic domination
had erased any inhibitions that either of them might have retained.
"I don't know ..." Said Joe. Bob put down the hairbrush,
reached around, undid Joe's robe, took the revealed breasts in each
hand, and started playing with the nipples.
"Come on. You know you want to. Stop worrying about the Doctor
being here, there's nothing you can do to change anything." Bob
stopped the foreplay for a minute and slipped the straps of his
teddy off of his shoulders, then he pulled the teddy down to reveal
his bounteous breasts, and resumed fondling his fathers breasts.
Joe could feel Bob's hard nipples pressing against his back.
Thanks to conditioned behavior, the father responded quickly to the
son's caresses. Joe turned around and looked at Bob. Joe still had
his strong attraction to big titted sluts, and that's what he saw
in front of him. It no longer mattered to him that this blonde
bimbo had once been his son, or that she was an exact replica of
himself. Joe's enlarged red lips met Bob's. He pulled Bob into his
arms. Their tongues hungrily sought one another, as each one's
breasts pressed hard against the other's.
It was times like this that Joe wished that he still had his
cock and balls; he'd love to be able to screw the beautiful blonde
that his son had become. Joe would never again screw any woman, but
his sex change had left him with a realistic vagina, along with his
responsive clitoris which allowed him plenty of potential for
sexual relief.
Joe played with his nipples. He was in seventh heaven as he
looked down at Bob's pretty blonde head. Joe loved having his pussy
eaten, and Bob was very good at it. Joe was too, although he hated
to do it, and would do so only at Gloria's command.
When Joe's pussy was dripping wet and he was grinding his cunt
against Bob's face, Bob stopped, stripped off his teddy and, as he
had so many times before, went to the dresser. Joe knew what would
be coming next. It was deeply humiliating, but then again, it felt
so good. Bob returned with a huge double-ended dildo.
Joe laid back and spread his legs wide to receive his end of
the sex toy. Bob placed the oversized head of the rubber cock
against Joe's cunt, and gently pushed it in. Joe's pussy was really
slippery by now, but the diameter of the dildo was so large that
they had to exercise caution getting it in. Finally it was in as
far as they dared force it.
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