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The Institute
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The Institute
by Ruth White
1. Chapter
Michael Taylor sat at his desk and tried to concentrate on the case
file in front of him. His secretary, Alice, had really dressed sexy
today and he couldn't get her out of his mind. It wasn't that Mike
was interested in Alice; he wasn't, but he was interested in the
clothing she wore. Mike had discovered in his early teens that he
got a kick out of wearing girl's clothing, though the only
opportunities he got to dress up were in his mom's stuff when she
wasn't home. Ashamed of this tendency, Mike had fought it, and
thrown his energies into schoolwork instead.
In college the urge to dress had surfaced again. Worried that he
was queer, Mike tried to find out what his problem was. He had
scoured the library for books on sex and psychology. Reading them
had educated Mike to the fact that he was a transvestite. He was
especially relieved to find out that he was, like most transvestites,
heterosexual.
Mike still hadn't seen his way clear to indulge himself and dress up.
He'd lived at home with his mom while he worked his way through
law school, graduating at the top of his class. Now Mike had it all;
he was dating the beautiful Beth Wagner and had a position with
one of the top law firms in New York City. He was on his way up.
There was only one thing missing in Mike's life; he wanted to dress
up. After watching Alice all day, Mike decided it was time to see
what he could do about his urge to dress.
Mike had heard rumors of boutique that catered to men like him
and, with no trouble, he was able to find it down on 14th St. Once
there, Mike went on a crazed shopping spree. Here was everything
he'd dreamed about, and he bought it all. A long blonde wig,
cosmetics, waist cinch, a bra and pads to fit it, a little contraption
to hold his cock and balls out of sight, a padded panty, a garter belt
and hosiery, spike heels, lingerie, some dresses, and a couple of
books which he hoped would help him put it all together.
Mike saw a girl in the store. She was tall, kind of skinny and flat
chested, but really cute with short black hair. She was wearing a
suit, and looked as if she'd stopped off on her way home from the
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office. Mike wondered what she was doing there, but then he
thought, "she's probably thinking the same thing about me."
Mike gathered his purchases together after paying for them and
headed for the door with his arms filled with boxes. He walked past
the girl he'd seen earlier.
"Just getting started?"
It was a man!
The voice gave him away. Mike stared. He hadn't been able to, and
still couldn't, tell by his appearance.
"Don't get spooked. I don't bite." He said in a low husky voice.
"I'm sorry, it's just that ... this is my first time and I uh ... don't
know ..." Stammered Mike.
"That's O.K. Here let me give you a hand with your bags."
*******
Mike and Dawn, as he called himself, sat in the back of a coffee
shop talking.
"Get it. From Don to Dawn and the dawn of a new me."
"Yeah." Said Mike, still entranced by the image of the man before
him.
"I must compliment you on you appearance. I had no idea that a
man could look so much like a woman."
"Well thank you very much, but I can't take the credit for that.
I'm afraid the Institute gets the blame."
"The what?"
"The Institute. Oh, it's got some long name like The Institute for
the Amelioration of Gender something or other, but all the TV's I
know call it The Institute."
Dawn had Mike's undivided attention now.
"What did they do for you?" Mike asked.
"Well they made the man I am today, even if you can't tell that I
am one. You see it's run by this really rich guy who's a TV. He
uses his fortune to run the Institute, so that no TV or TS will ever
have to suffer alone. They do all sorts of things like hold classes
and to teach us guys how to dress and act like ladies."
"How can I get in touch with them?"
2. Chapter
Mike walked up and down the street in front of the Institute. He'd
arranged to get away from work today, but just didn't have the
guts to go in. The next time he walked past though, a cute girl
opened the door and motioned to him to come in.
"I can always tell when we have a rookie outside. You guys just
pace, acting nonchalant, and pretending to ignore us. My name's
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Dan. Welcome."
Mike was totally confused now.
"You mean you're a guy too?"
"Of course I am, and I work here. As a woman, I might add."
Mike could believe that. He hadn't detected the slightest masculine
trait in Dan, neither his appearance or voice gave him away. Mike
was really impressed as he followed Dan into the building. Dan was
dressed in a short-sleeved navy dress with a flared skirt. His
brunette hair was done in a short page boy, and Mike could tell
that it wasn't a wig. Earrings, a bracelet, low-heeled navy pumps,
smooth legs in nylons, and light cosmetics completed the picture of
a young woman that Dan presented to the world. Mike wondered if
it were possible that he could ever look as good.
"So what can we do for you?" Asked Dan.
"My name's Mike. Mike Taylor. I heard from an acquaintance that
you might be able to help me."
"What seems to be the problem?"
"I don't have a problem, it's just that I'm a TV, I haven't dressed
in years, and I don't have a clue as to what I'm doing."
"Say no more Mike. You've come to the right place. The first thing
we'll ask you to do is to fill out a questionnaire. It's just to help us
decide where to start you out since we offer guidance, coaching, and
training to transvestites at all stages, transsexuals also."
"I'm sure I need to start at the beginning," said Mike.
Mike answered the questions on such things as his home life, sexual
preferences, work, education, and prior experiences with dressing.
After reading it over Dan told him. "You're a beginner all right.
You're in luck too. We have a beginners class starting up in two
weeks. It meets Tuesday and Thursday nights from 6 pm to 10 pm."
Mike wanted something settled before he went any farther. "How
much is this going to cost me?"
"Not a cent dear. Except what you choose to spend on clothing and
make-up. All services provided by the Institute are gratis."
"And I can leave any time and never return?"
"Sure, although most of our alumni return for refresher courses,
and some for what you might call graduate education. There is one
thing we ask of you before you start. We finish every beginners class
with a formal ball, and require each graduate to be escorted by a
man, or a woman in drag. Now some of them have boyfriends or
girlfriends, and some of them don't. For the latter, we ask incoming
students to act as their escort for the ball. Now if it bothers you,
you needn't participate, but we find it to be a broadening
experience, and a good beginning to your association with us."
******
Mike felt kind of strange as he pressed the doorbell. Here he was
picking up his date, dressed in a tux and carrying a corsage, and his
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date was a man. Mike reviewed the Institute's rules for the evening.
No advances whatsoever were to be made on his date who, he'd
been told, would not appreciate it. He was to act like the perfect
gentleman escorting a date to a ball. He was to treat his partner as
a lady and absolutely no reference was to be made in public to the
fact that they were not what they appeared be.
The door opened.
"Hi, you must be Mike. I'm Henrietta. Come on in."
Henrietta sure didn't talk like a girl, but at least he could pass for a
woman in public, even if he made a rather drab looking one.
Henrietta was the same height as Mike, about 5'6" one of the
reasons they'd been matched, and wore a dress of black taffeta
covered with black lace, mid-heel black satin pumps, and nylons. He
hadn't put his wig on yet, but had finished applying his cosmetics.
"Have a seat while I finish dressing."
"Just like a girl," thought Mike, "they're never ready on time.
"I guess your real name is Henry?" Asked Mike.
"You would think so, but it's Pete. If you don't have a girl's name
picked out for yourself, you get to draw a slip of paper out of a box,
and whatever name's on it is yours to keep; unless you absolutely
can't stand it.
The two men made small talk and Mike found himself more and
more at ease with Pete. Upon discovering that Pete was a
stockbroker, Mike resolved to bring him his business. This, he had
been told, was a side benefit of the Institute. Many of the alumni
were influential individuals, and while absolute confidentiality was
the rule, they did tend to band together in a sort of 'old boys
network'.
Pete's wig was dark brown, and fell down his back, long and
straight. When he was finished dressing, Mike held out his short
black fur coat for him just like a gentleman, and they were off.
The ball was at a club in Queens and they went in Mike's car.
They had a pretty good time. Mike even danced with Pete; at
Pete's insistence. It seems that some of the classes had covered
dancing and Pete had never had a chance to try it out for real.
Pete danced very well, following Mike's lead gracefully. When it
was over, Mike took Pete home and walked him to his door.
"Well goodnight Henrietta."
"Goodnight Mike, I'll see you around."
As Pete was going in, he turned around.
"I had a wonderful time Mike. Thanks. And good luck at the
Institute."
******
Mike walked up to the door of the Institute. Tonight was his first
class. He'd been given a sheet of instructions which said that he
didn't have to bring anything to the first meeting where he'd be
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given instructions about future meetings. It had recommended that
he start dieting and letting his hair grow if he wanted to make a
serious commitment to dressing. He did.
3. Chapter
Time was passing quickly for Mike. He really looked forward to
Tuesdays and Thursdays. He was learning everything he needed to
know to disguise himself and pass as a woman. The classes had
started with a lesson on vocabulary as there are so many words
used by women that men never hear. Mike learned to discuss
fabrics and fashions, cosmetics and hairstyles.
Like most TV's, Mike was inclined toward the big busty blonde
look and tight sensuous clothing, but he learned that the best way
to avoid unwanted attention when dressed up was to dress down.
The class took some field trips, such as one to a beauty salon where
they learned about all that goes in that mysterious haven of
women. Mike decided to stay with his natural auburn hair color,
buying a wig in that shade until his own was long enough to go
without one. He decided on a style; long, but acceptable for a man,
which could be quickly and easily converted into a fashionable
women's cut. Mike fancied that he could sense a definite
personality evolving in his feminine alter ego.
Mike wasn't sure just how far he wanted to go concerning
crossdressing, but he did know that he wanted to see if he could
pass in public. He decided to cool it with Beth for awhile, dress up
to his hearts content, get it out of his system, and then settle down.
He had been calling and seeing Beth less and less, and finally he
stopped calling her entirely.
******
One evening at class, all the guys were asked if they had taken a
girl's name for themselves. Those who did not were asked to select
one at random. Mike was one of these and drew a slip of paper
from a box. He looked at it.
Your name will be AMANDA
"Amanda!" Mike said.
Mike was tempted to reject the name at first, but the more he
thought about it, and the more he repeated it to himself, the more
he was taken by the sweet name. Yes, he would call himself
Amanda.
4. Chapter
Leslie van Damme was a troubled man as he rode the private
elevator up to his penthouse apartment. He let himself in, threw his
coat on a chair, and plopped down on the couch. He cursed his bad
luck.
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"Why can't I even once have a normal relationship?" Leslie asked
himself aloud. His date tonight had been even more of a dud than
usual.
After cooling off he got up and went to his bedroom telling himself
the answer he knew so well; "You can't have a normal relationship
because you aren't normal."
That much would have been obvious to anyone able to observe as
Leslie unzipped the short black crepe cocktail dress he'd worn that
evening, stepped out of it, then hung it up in the closet among all
his other designer dresses. Taking off his high-heeled black sandals,
he placed them in the closet also. Leslie unhooked his black
brassiere and tossed it in the hamper, his pantyhose and panties
soon followed. Removing his earrings, watch, and ring he put them
in his jewelry chest. Leslie's problem was that he didn't know
where he fit in. He wasn't a transsexual, although at times he was
tempted to just give in and change his sex for the sake of being able
to lead a normal life, even if it was as a woman. He wasn't even a
transvestite by inclination. After his father and mother had
separated, from the age of five, Leslie had been raised as a girl by
his mother and his older sister Justine. Every care had been taken
to ensure that Leslie never developed any of the masculine
characteristics which his mother found so offensive. In addition to a
steady diet of female hormones, Leslie was raised in an atmosphere
where he was exposed only to women. On the secluded van Damme
estate, all the servants, workers, guests, and Leslie's tutors were
female. By the time he was twenty one there was no way to undo
what had been accomplished; Leslie didn't look like a man, and he
didn't now how to act like one. He had never even worn any
masculine clothing. He couldn't pass as a man no matter how hard
he tried.
Leslie wasn't particular as to the sex of his partners, he enjoyed
both men and women with perhaps only the slightest bias in favor
of the girls. The problem was that he wanted a stable and fulfilling
relationship, but the people who were able to accept him as he was
seemed incapable of one. On the other hand, those people who were
sensible and well-adjusted emotionally seemed to find the prospect
of sex, or a relationship, with him too extreme.
Leslie had been out with an old friend, Sheila, who knew his
circumstances, but when he had attempted seduction she found it
humorous and rebuffed him politely; he was left feeling lonely,
angry, and incompetent.
Leslie examined himself in the mirror. He was 5'9" in his bare feet.
Long legs, nice rounded thighs and buttocks, narrow waist, and
ample B-cup breasts. With his hair in a long pageboy, the
resemblance to his sister Justine was remarkable. He grabbed his
flaccid cock and started to play with it.
"Well old friend it looks like it's just you and me once again." He
headed into the shower.
******
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Meanwhile, in another section of the city...
Beth Wagner was a troubled woman as she rode the elevator up to
her apartment.
"Another date with a loser." She thought to herself.
Beth hadn't heard from Mike in some time now and had decided to
go out with other guys. She had thought a lot of Mike; he was
good-looking in a soft kind of way. He had excellent manners and
was always a gentleman, and he had a good future in front of him
at his law firm. She wondered why he didn't call anymore. Was it
something she did ... or something she didn't do? It must be
another woman. Mike had never tried to seduce her and she had
never indicated a desire for sex to him. Perhaps he needed a little
encouragement. Beth could be very strong-willed when she wanted
to, and she resolved then and there to find up what Mike was up to
and win him back from whatever woman had tried to muscle her
out of the picture.
******
Meanwhile, in yet another section of the city...
Mike Taylor was euphoric as he rode the elevator up to his
apartment. He let himself into his apartment. In the living room he
stopped to look in the mirror. Mike scrutinized his reflection. He
had done it. After all those lessons he'd finally dressed up all the
way. He had pierced his ears, applied long false fingernails and
polished them bright red, shaved his entire body, and applied every
trick he'd learned at The Institute. The result was spectacular.
Mike had never imagined that he could look so pretty and feminine
as a girl. Dressing up was worth every penny and every second he'd
invested in it.
Mike wore a simple knit dress. It was brown and matched his low
heel pumps. Over his left shoulder he had draped a designer scarf;
his one indulgence in fashion. His jewelry consisted of a simple
string of pearls around his neck and one in each earlobe, and an
aquamarine ring he'd bought himself. Mike put down the purse he
carried, poured himself a stiff drink to calm his nerves, and sat
down on the couch where he sipped at it.
Mike considered the lipstick stains he left on the glass and
meditated on his success this evening. He had actually gone out in
public dressed completely as a girl. Granted he hadn't gone far
distance wise, just a couple of blocks to look in some shop windows
and right back, but he had travelled light years in attitude. Several
people had seen him and none of them thought he was anything
but what he appeared to be. Why one man had even smiled at him.
Mike was exhilarated; he had passed in public for the first time
and, by the way he felt, Mike knew that it wouldn't be the last.
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5. Chapter
Leslie had just finished dinner with his sister Justine, in New York
on one of her trips, and once more had recited his litany of woes
concerning romance to her.
"You know Les, I always tried to convince Mom that you'd be
happier as a girl, and that she should finish the job she started.
"Oh come off it, Justine."
"No, I'm serious. Why don't you come with me to my island for
several weeks? Once my clinic get done with you, I guarantee that
no one will ever be able to tell that you weren't born a girl."
"But I like girls, Justine. It's just that every one that I take a
liking to thinks I'm too far out."
"Then conceive of your ideal girl and make her."
"What are you talking about?"
"I do it all the time on the island. You choose the attributes,
physical, emotional, and psychological, that you want her to have,
then create her."
"I don't understand. How do I create a girl."
"Well, we usually start with a man. If you handle them right they
never get over it. A woman who used to be a man is never arrogant
or presumptuous; she has lost the ability, besides men are more
easily brainwashed ... ."
Leslie listened in rapt attention as his sister described how to
compose the perfect woman.
******
"So you mean to tell me that you can do all that?" Leslie asked his
sister.
"Of course, and let me tell what else I've been able to do. Do you
remember Bob Watson who passed through here?"
"Wasn't he the TS you guys took a special interest in? You took
him back to The Island didn't you?"
"Yes, and there I ran him through this new procedure Dave
Weinstein developed and when it was over, he was a girl. I mean
fully female inside and out. Last I heard he was the mother of two."
"You're kidding me!"
"You know me better than that Leslie. I never kid."
"Where is old Bob these days? I'd like to see this for myself"
At this last remark Justine shot her brother one of those icy looks
that told him he was treading on thin ice.
"You don't even want to know, Leslie."
He dropped the subject like a hot potato.
******
A couple of days later Leslie wandered idly through the Institute of
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which he was nominally the director, although his primary
responsibility was to ensure that any instructions Justine issued
were carried out. He had no idea what all she was involved in and
some of the tasks she had him complete convinced him that didn't
really care to know.
Looking at a bulletin board Leslie saw a flyer announcing a
graduation ball for the latest beginner's class. Leslie hadn't been to
one of those in a while. He recalled that they could be interesting
and he had that new gown at home. He stopped by Dan's desk and
picked up a ticket for it.
******
Leslie mingled incognito at the ball drawing many admiring glances
in his gold lame strapless evening gown. He had seen several of the
graduates tonight who looked interesting. He went to the bar to
think about how best to approach them. Someone bumped into
Leslie and he spilled his drink.
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
He turned and was face to face with an angel.
Mike had opted for the virginal good girl look tonight. He wore a
simple gown with a long-sleeve black velvet top studded with faux
pearls. The skirt was made of cream colored satin and was poufed
with a crinoline.
Leslie stared at the beautiful girl in front of him. She was a
delightful vision; so feminine. So pretty. Was this one of the
students? He was perfect.
Mike wandered back to his date and Leslie turned to one of the
counselors.
"Tell me. Who is that?"
"His name is Michael Taylor and he has just finished our beginner's
class. Pretty good isn't he?"
"Hmmmm." Leslie liked what he saw, and thought, "If he looks like
that after the beginner's class..." He recalled what Justine had said:
"Well, we usually start with a man ..."
"Bring me his record tomorrow, will you?
"Certainly."
6. Chapter
The next morning, Leslie pored over Mike's record.
"H'mm this might work."
Touching the intercom he said, "Dan, find Gail Williams and have
her come see me will you."
Leslie finished his conversation with Gail.
"Just do what it takes to keep him around here. I have something
new I want to try on him."
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Mike had been surprised to receive a phone call at home from
someone named Gail at the Institute. He was even more surprised
when their conversation was over. It seems he'd been named
distinguished graduate and was being invited to attend the next
level of classes. Not only that, but he'd also been awarded a
$500.00 gift certificate for Tiffany. Classes started next week.
Back at the Institute, Gail said to Leslie: "It worked he's in."
"Excellent. Thank you very much."
After Gail had left, Leslie dialed a number.
"Hello. Miss Wagner? You don't know me, but there something
you ought to know about Mike Taylor."
******
Mike was already for his class tonight. He sprayed a little perfume
behind each ear and freshened up his lipstick. Tonight he wore a
simple sweater and skirt set with flat shoes. The class was going on
a field trip to a female impersonator show. It didn't matter that
most of them were better at impersonating females than the cast, it
was part of their education into all aspects of crossdressing. Mike
grabbed his purse and opened the door.
Beth was waiting in the hallway. Her unknown caller had alerted
her as to what would be going on tonight. She heard Mike's door
open and someone leave and close it behind them. Peeking out she
saw a girl coming towards her. No it couldn't be. She hadn't
believed what she had been told on the phone, but here was the
proof of it. Beth stepped out into the hallway with her camera
ready.
"My Gaaaawd!. Mike? It is you."
"Pardon me. You must have me mistaken with somebody else."
"So that's why I haven't seen you in months." Mike was scared stiff
and knew he was trapped.
"Please Beth, don't cause a scene."
"I'm not the one parading around in the wrong clothes."
"Look I just did this for a masquerade party tonight."
The camera came up and the flash went off.
"Try another one. And to think I thought I was falling in love with
a pansy."
"Please, Beth."
She took another picture.
"Too late, Mike, or is it Michelle these days?"
"Just don't tell anyone. Please?"
"I won't, but I'll just keep these pictures as a memento."
******
Beth lied. The pictures were all over town. It wasn't long before
George Fisher, one of the senior partners, asked Mike to step into
his office. "I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor, but we can't keep you with the
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firm. I assume you know what I am referring to?"
"Yes, sir, I do, but can't you..."
"You don't seem to understand that we'd be the laughingstock if
this got out. The competition for clients is intense and this could
be used against us. Please pack your personal belongings and leave.
We'll pay you for another thirty days and issue you your severance."
******
Mike was distraught.Every firm in town seemed to know about his
dressing up. He was effectively blackballed from working as a
lawyer. How had the word gotten around so fast?
******
George Fisher was on the phone to Leslie van Damme.
"Well I did what you wanted, but I don't mind telling you that I
didn't like it. What that young man did was harmless and now he
won't be able to work at all."
"Don't worry, Mr. Fisher, believe me when I say that eventually it
will all turn out for the best. I want you to know that my sister and
I never forget a favor, so look for some good news in the future."
******
Mike entered his apartment building. He was down but not out.
true he had lost his job and been blackballed, but the firm had
provided a generous severance payment. He had just deposited a
check for over $30,000 in his bank account. He saw his landlady
standing inside the door.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Mills."
She said nothing, but handed a slip of paper. He read it. It
informed him that he was being evicted and that this constituted
the required 30 days notice.
"What is the problem, Mrs. Mills?"
"Oh we have heard all about your antics at night Mr. Taylor.
Dressing up as a woman and bringing home strange men for Lord
knows what kind of orgies."
"But, Mrs. Mills..."
"I'll hear nothing of your excuses. You're out!"
"You can't do this, I know my rights. I'm a lawyer."
"That's not what I hear."
"You're just trying to get me out because of the rent control so you
can raise the rent. I'll complain to the City."
"Go ahead. The nice lady who told me all about you also explained
that I could kick you out for this with no trouble."
"What lady?"
"Her name was Miss Wagner and she was most helpful."
******
Mike found himself talking with Gail, who was running his new
class at the Institute. "I just don't know what to do, Gail. I've got
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some money, but I'll never find another rent-controlled apartment
before it's all gone."
"I've got an idea, Mike. Why don't you live here?"
"Here?"
"Did I stutter? Yes, here."
"How could I?"
"Let me tell you about this place. The top floor is a penthouse for
the exclusive use of the director. The next two floors are studio
apartments for the use of staff or clients who need or desire them."
"I could live in one?"
"I think I could work it out."
"How much would it cost me?"
"Believe it or not, it's free. Just like all the services we provide.
There are some requirements, though."
This sounded too good to be true to Mike.
"What are they?"
"Well supposedly the apartments are reserved for pre-operative
transsexuals who are learning to live as women before they qualify
for surgery."
"Well, that lets me out."
"Not really. I can tell you how to beat the system. All you have to
do is say that you want to change your sex. As your counselor I'll
confirm it and get you in."
"But I don't..."
"Just hear me out. You enroll in the program. Now as you may be
aware, before anyone is allowed to change their sex they have to
live and work as woman for a year while undergoing psychological
counseling. One of the things they'll try to do is get you to change
your mind. So after a year, all you have to do is tell them you've
changed your mind. They'll even let you stay here to readjust. You
can live here for over a year rent free, and by that time maybe the
heat over your being fired will have cooled down and you can get
hired somewhere."
"And it's that easy?"
"Sure. You'll have to dress as a woman all the time and participate
in program activities. You'll have to do some work around the
institute, but you'll receive a generous stipend."
"Sounds great. Where do I sign up?"
Mike especially liked the thought being able to dress up for a year
with no trouble. He worked his way through the paperwork
applying for the program. He halted for a minute at the legal
papers. He thought twice about some of them, especially the
general power of attorney and consent for surgical procedures. "I'll
be out of here before those will ever be needed," he thought to
himself.
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When he was done, Gail shook his hand.
"Welcome, Mike. I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay. You can move
your stuff in any time."
"I'm afraid I don't have that much stuff, especially if I'm going to
live as a girl."
"Well you're gonna need it. Tell you what, I'll hook you up. Next
Monday get dressed and meet me here at ten."
******
Mike stood in line for the cashier. When it was his turn he handed
her his credit card.
"Thank you ma'am."
Mike blushed and looked at Gail who just smiled at him. He had
been surprised that morning when Gail had handed an envelope.
Opening it, he found inside credit cards for every major store in
New York; all in the name of Amanda Taylor.
"How did you ever?"
"Don't worry about it. It's just another service that comes with the
program. Our boys have to establish credit as girls so we help them
out. The Institute has guaranteed those cards so don't go too crazy
with them."
"Don't worry. I don't even know where to start."
"I figured as much. That's why I took today off. Let's go."
Mike signed the slip and took his card back, putting it in his wallet
which he then replaced in his purse.
"Thank you for shopping at Macy's," said the clerk, as she handed
Mike his parcel.
Gail had brought him here because they had pantyhose on sale.
"You'll be surprised how much you go through," she had told him.
He bought a dozen pair.
That evening Mike padded around his new apartment in his
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had taken its toll, but Mike didn't feel badly at all as he opened
another box, took out a lovely peach blouse, and hung it in the
closet. Gail and he had gone everywhere; Saks, Bloomingdale's,
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NMacy's, and others. Gail told him not to speak too much until he
had some more voice lessons and to stay away from trying on
lingerie while wearing falsies. He'd listened to her and everything
had gone perfectly. In every store he'd been in he'd been accepted
and treated like what he appeared to be: a young stylish woman
and a valued customer.
"This could get to be fun," thought Mike to himself.
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7. Chapter
Mike winced as the needle entered his butt. He'd been told to
report for a physical and now it was drawing to a close.
"There you go." Said the doctor. "That large a dose will change
your hormonal balance to female. All you have to do is maintain it
with daily pills."
The doctor wrote out a prescription.
"Pick this up outside and take one every morning."
******
Mike stormed into Gail's office.
"What the hell is going on here? I go up for physical and the next
thing I'm shot full of female hormones."
"Calm down Mike."
"How can I? What's going to happen to me?"
"Nothing Mike. Look it's part of the program. It would look funny
if you wanted to change your sex, but didn't want to take
hormones. They won't hurt you at all. They'll just make your skin
softer and you might see a little breast enlargement, but you'll
return to normal after you stop taking them."
"You're sure?"
"Of course. You have to take the more potent hormones to see any
dramatic changes. Tell you what. Let me give you some tapes to
listen to at night. They'll make you feel much more at ease. Take
one of these sleeping pills before you go to bed and leave the tape
playing."
"O.K."
Mike took the tapes and left. Gloria felt bad giving them to him,
but that's what Leslie wanted. If Mike kept listening to them and
worked his way through the entire set, Gloria knew first hand what
they could do to him. She had heard about how they had affected
Bob Watson, and how he had begged to be let become a woman.
She also recalled what they had done for her.
Gloria had come to the clinic for help after her sex-change. It
hadn't been voluntary and she didn't want to be a woman, only to
kill herself. After listening to the set of subliminal tapes it had
been easy to accept what had been done to her. In fact she really
enjoyed being a woman now, and a wife.
******
Mike was riding up to his apartment on the elevator one day. a
pretty girl got on and joined him. Mike thought she looked
familiar. Then he remembered who she was.
"You're Dan the receptionist aren't you?"
"Yeah, How are you doing? Mike right?"
"Yeah, but it's Amanda here."
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"Great. Say I thought you were a TV. What are you doing here?"
Mike smiled at her. "You know how it is."
"Yeah, I sure do."
They got of the elevator and walked down the hall together.
"So how long have you been here, Amanda?"
"Just a couple of months."
"Would you like to come in for a minute. I have something I'd like
to show you."
"Sure."
Mike followed Dan into his apartment.
"Check these out. I just got out today."
Before Mike could say a word. Dan had undone his blouse and
removed his brassiere.
"Aren't they magnificent?" Mike had to agree that they were as
fine a set of tits as he had ever seen. He found himself feeling
envious for some reason.
"When are you getting your implants Amanda?"
Mike was thinking about something else as he replied dreamily.
"I don't know. Maybe someday."
******
Mike found himself talking to Gail about breasts. He'd been
obsessed with them lately. Ever since Dan had shown his off.
"What's it like having real breasts, Gail?"
"Oh it's lots of fun, Mike. Why? Are you thinking about
implants?"
"I don't know. It might be easier for me, I could shop for lingerie,
and go swimming with being afraid of losing a falsie. It's just that I
don't want anything permanent."
"Well, you can have implants removed anytime. They're not
permanent."
******
Mike got up, it was time to see the results of the operation.
Standing in front of the mirror he untied the sash and let his robe
fall open. Mike stared at his chest. Where before there had been
only the slight swelling of budding breasts there were now two fully
developed ones. These additions to Mike's changing body were
considerable and they hung from his chest like ripe papayas. As he
stared at the feminine protuberances, Mike realized that from now
on a brassiere would be essential; an unpadded one.
Mike doffed his robe and looked over his whole body, from this
aspect his new mammalian protuberances did not seem out of place
at all. From his daily aerobics, Mike's thighs were round and
strong. His hormone diet had caused his to hips bulge out in female
proportions. A side glance in the mirror revealed to Mike that he
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now had a plump girlish fanny.
Turning back to a frontal view, the only thing that looked
unfeminine and out of place to Mike were the tiny genitalia
suspended between his thighs. Reaching down he took the shriveled
penis in his manicured fingers and tried to stimulate it to an
erection. No such luck. The endocrinologist had explained to Mike
that the more powerful hormones would have the effect of
decreasing his sex drive and frustrating any male sexual responses
for some time to come. Mike had asked for them anyway.
******
"You know, Mike, while you're waiting for people to forget about
you at the law firm, perhaps you'd like to try our next level of
training."
"What's that?"
"You're dressing as a woman all the time now so the next step is to
work as a woman."
"How could I do that?"
"It's easy. We have firms that cooperate with us in hiring some of
our trainees, usually pre and post-operative transsexuals, although
we have placed a few TV's here and there. I'll be frank with you.
One of the reasons this works is that these companies know that
most of the time they'll be getting the skill and knowledge of an
experienced man at a woman's wage. Which I'm sure you're aware
averages only 49% of the earnings of comparably skilled men. Now
with your legal background I'm positive that we could get you hired
in no time, but first let me schedule you for some classes."
"What classes?"
"Oh, the usual; typing, shorthand, stenography.
8. Chapter
Mike came into Gail's office. he was crying and his mascara was
running down his cheeks.
"What's the matter, Mike?"
"It's my boss, Ed."
"I know Ed. What's the matter?"
"Well he's always trying to hit on me, he grabs me, he brushes his
hand on my breasts whenever he gets the chance. Today he took
me to lunch and afterwards he kissed me. I mean a real kiss with
his tongue."
"What did you expect him to do, Mike?"
"I don't know, but not that. He knows I'm a man."
"Well, this may come as a surprise to you, but you look like a
gorgeous woman. Didn't you ever stop to think that maybe some
guy would come on to you?"
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"No. Not really. I don't want to do any fag stuff."
"Now Mike, I'm not saying you should do anything, just that
rejection without investigation is the mark of a small mind. Have
you ever been kissed by a man before?"
"No! Of course not."
"Then how did you know that you wouldn't like it."
"I just did."
"Look. I don't want to push you into doing something you don't
want to, but I think if you could keep an open mind you'd discover
many new and wondrous things."
"I'd like to keep an open mind, but ..."
"I know. Say, I've got it. Why don't you take some more of these
tapes we have and listen to them? Maybe they'll help you over this
hurdle."
"Maybe I don't want to get over it. I've listened to your tapes
before and look where it got me; into a c-cup brassiere."
"Don't you like your breasts? I think they're lovely."
"Yes, but ..."
"Then you should thank me and take the new tapes and listen to
them."
"O.K., but that's all."
"Good. I'll go get them."
******
Mike listened to the tapes every night. He didn't feel any different.
Every day he went to his job as a secretary in a law office and every
day he had to fight off his boss, Ed. Then one day Ed came in and
apologized.
"Amanda, I'm really sorry for the hard times I have been giving
you. Why don't you let me take you out tonight and make it up to
you?"
Mike found himself saying; "Sure. That would be very nice, Mr.
Byrne."
It had been very nice. They'd gone to a play then out for dinner
and drinks. Mike found himself in Ed's apartment having a
nightcap, well his second, or was it his third?"
Ed leaned over on the couch and gently kissed Mike on the lips.
"You're very beautiful, Amanda."
"Thank you, but you do know that I'm a boy."
"Oh, yes, Amanda. Ever since you came to work for me. It turns
me on."
Mike giggled. They kissed again, this time a long lingering one. Ed
unbuttoned Mike's blouse and Mike relaxed in a trance-like state as
Ed pulled his plump breasts out of his bra and started kneading
them. Then he sucked on one. It felt so good. Mike hadn't known.
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Ed stood up, loosened his belt, and opened his fly.
All the drinks, combined with the tapes he'd been listening to, put
Mike in the right frame of mind for what came next. He slipped his
fingers under the waistband of Ed's briefs and pulled them down.
Mike giggled as Ed's hard cock popped out of its confinement. It
seemed like ages since Mike had sported a hard-on like that, and
right now he didn't care. Mike traced a throbbing blue vein with a
long red fingernail. Without thinking about it, he leaned forward a
ran his tongue along the vein.
"This isn't so bad," thought Mike.
Mike had expected to feel ashamed or something, but instead he
felt wonderful. With one hand he grasped the shaft and guided the
engorged cock head between his carmined lips, with the other he
fondled Ed's soft nut sack.
******
Mike found his situation amusing. He had listened to the tapes so
he wouldn't be revolted by a kiss from a man, and now here he was
getting fucked up the ass. Not only that, he was enjoying it.
******
After that evening, Ed and Mike were lovers. Occasionally Mike
found himself giving Ed a blow-job in his office during working
hours, but this only whetted Ed's appetite for his sexy secretary.
Eventually they arranged to meet on Wednesday afternoons, when
Ed was supposedly playing golf, at an out of the way motel where
they could fuck and suck to their hearts' content.
It amused Mike as he thought, "I've become a mistress."
******
Ed shot his hot load up Mike's ass. Pulling out his spent tool he
snuggled up to the pretty boy and ran his hands up his soft curvy
body.
"I just can't get enough of you, Amanda. You're beautiful and the
best sex partner I've ever had, not to mention the best secretary.
Why, if you were a girl, I'd marry you in a minute."
Later on, while Ed dozed, Mike pondered that remark.
9. Chapter
"So how are things with Ed, Amanda?"
"Great, but I have the feeling that they could be better."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure, it's just a feeling I have."
"I have another couple of tapes that might help you be more at
ease with him."
"Those last ones sure did... . Why not?"
After Mike had left, Gail called up Leslie.
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"I just gave him the last set of tapes. ... Yes, he's coming along
fine. I give him two to three weeks."
******
Mike took the sleeping pill and didn't worry about a thing as he
drifted off to sleep. Maybe he would have if he could have heard
what played in his ear all night.
" ... you have always wanted to be a woman. You cannot imagine
why you ever felt otherwise ... "
******
Mike was sitting in Gail's office as she spoke to him.
"Your year is over Mike, it's time to tell them that you don't want
a sex-change and get ready to start being a man again."
"Gail, ... I've been thinking. Maybe I do want to be a girl."
"Do you realize what you are saying?"
"Yes. I think so."
"Are you sure about this, Amanda?"
"Not really, but I've realized can't ever go back to being a man,
and Ed loves me; I want to be his woman."
"Well, if you're absolutely sure."
"I am."
That afternoon Mike took a leave of absence from his job.
******
Justine van Damme was surprised by Leslie's insistence; he was
usually so deferential to her.
"I want some of that drug you invented, Justine."
"Which one?"
"The one that turns boys into girls."
"Finally going to change over eh? Well, it's not that simple."
"I don't want it for me. I did like you suggested and I've been
working on the perfect woman. He's almost ready."
"I don't want to use up this drug. I only have a little and once it's
gone I don't know when if ever I can obtain more."
"C'mon, Justine. I did this on your advice, doesn't my happiness
mean anything to you?"
"O.K. Les, but you owe me for this."
Justine made arrangements for Dr. Mason to come to New York
with the necessary drugs and equipment.
******
It was time. Mike felt as if he was in a dream as he rode on a
gurney into the Institute's surgery.
"Hi, Amanda. My name is Dr. Mason."
An IV was started in Mike's arm and he lost consciousness. The
drug took effect and Dr. Mason warmed to her task.
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"Mike, you have the body of a beautiful woman. You are
sophisticated, but not vain. Stylish, but not trendy. You find men
with blonde hair to be most attractive, and the longer the hair the
better. You are strongly attracted to men who like to dress like
girls. It's cute and it's sexy, you find such a man irresistible. You
want to share your clothes, body, and life with a man who wears
dresses..."
Leslie smiled as he watched Dr. Mason build his dream girl to his
specifications. Afterwards he asked her how long it would be.
"With the testicles removed, it'll take about six weeks for his body
to change. He won't know what's going on. Just keep him in bed
thinking he's healing until it's over."
Later that evening Leslie had a conversation with Ed Byrne.
10. Chapter
Mike met Ed at their usual rendezvous and they proceeded to the
Hotel. As Ed showered, Mike disrobed, taking off his jacket, skirt,
and blouse and hanging them up. He stood there in his underwear
considering the contrast between his businesslike suit and the frilly
lingerie he wore beneath it. Mike hadn't worn a bra today, just a
white satin camisole dripping with lace. His nipples were erect,
having been titillated, if you'll pardon the expression, by the satin
concealment whenever his prodigious breasts jiggled. Mike took off
his camisole and matching half-slip, leaving on his tap pants, garter
belt, and nylons. Letting his hair down from the businesslike bun
he'd worn that day, Mike sat down on the bed. He left on his black
spike heels, they were a bitch to walk around in, but he knew that
Ed appreciated the way they made his legs look. Mike stretched
out on the bed in the most seductive manner he could think of.
Ed entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He
saw his pretty she-male secretary laying on the bed, half-dressed
and looking ready to fuck. He could feel his cock get hard.
"Boy I really missed you, Amanda."
"I missed you too Ed, but I promise that I'll make it up to you."
"Great."
Ed grabbed Mike and hugged him tight while kissing him. Ed
played with Mike's breasts then grabbed his panties and pulled
them down. He was thunderstruck. Instead of a tiny impotent cock
there was a vagina. His she-male had become a she. "What is this,
a fucking joke?"
"No, dearest. This is my offering to us and our life together."
"You've got to be kidding. If I wanted a girl I would have had an
affair with Cathy, or Nancy, or one of the other secretaries. I liked
you the way you were."
"But Ed, you told me once that you loved me and that if I was a
girl you'd marry me; so I went and had it done. I changed my sex
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for you... for us."
"You don't think I meant that literally, do you? I meant it as a
compliment. Besides, you know I'm married."
"So what? You told me that both of you have lovers and never
sleep together."
"So what! How would it look if it got around that I left my wife for
a gal who used to be a guy? I'd be laughed right out of the bar
association. I'd never work again, I'd be blackballed like you were.
Remember? Lawyers aren't expected to be perfect, but they sure as
hell had better be discreet."
Ed dressed and left the hotel just as soon as he could while Mike
sat and cried. He didn't remember going back to the Institute but
found himself in the lobby crying. His life was over. He'd thrown it
away for nothing and didn't know what to do.
He heard the sound of high heels on the floor and looked up to see
a tall gorgeous blonde woman looking at him.
"Hi, my name is Leslie."
"I'm Amanda."
"Can I help you, Amanda? You seem to be in some kind of
trouble."
"I don't think you can help me. I don't think anyone can help me."
"I don't want to be nosy, but is it man trouble?"
"Yes <sniff>."
"Well, maybe I can help."
"You wouldn't understand."
"Maybe I would. You see, I'm a man."
"So am I, or I was until..." Mike broke down and started bawling
loudly. Leslie sat down and pulled Mike's head to his breast.
"There, there. Don't worry; everything will turn out fine. Why
don't you come up to my apartment and we'll talk about it?" Leslie
helped Mike to the elevator and they went upstairs.
******
Mike sipped his drink. It had sure helped calm him down. "I'm not
sure now, how exactly I wound up like this. All I wanted to do was
dress like a woman once in a while. Now I am one."
"And the world's a better place for it," Leslie told him. Mike felt
drawn to Leslie. He looked at Leslie's long blonde hair, it was so
pretty, and his dress, wow! Mike didn't want to leave the comfort of
Leslie's presence. He found himself hoping secretly that Leslie
might want to kiss him.
******
Late that evening on a trans-oceanic phone line. "You were right,
Justine. It worked."
"I'm always right."
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11. Chapter
Time flew by for Mike and Leslie and in what seemed like no time
at all Mike, wearing a white satin peignoir set, found himself eating
breakfast with Leslie's sister Justine, who was helping him today.
They made small talk until Justine told him, "I think you'd better
start getting ready."
They went into Mike's dressing room. "So do you have something
old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue
picked out?" Justine asked her brother's fiance.
"Not really."
"Then let's see what we can come up with. For starters, I'll lend
you a pair of old blue panties."
"... And here's a new bra. I noticed that all of yours are C cups,
but when you were being measured for your trousseau I copied the
figures down and they say that you should be wearing D cups."
Mike had noticed that he was uncomfortable lately, but hadn't
been able to discover the problem.
"How could that be?" he asked Justine.
"I'm sure I don't know.
"These breasts of mine have gotten so big. Maybe I can have some
of the implant filler removed."
"Oh. Didn't Les tell you? The filler gradually gets absorbed and
replaced with body tissue."
"No. You mean... ?"
"Yes, dear. Those are all you by now and to be comfortable a girl
should always wear a properly fitted brassiere."
******
Mike sat alone in his intricate wedding gown, waiting for what
would come next, when the door opened and Justine walked in. She
had changed into wearing a masculine looking black tuxedo. There
was a man with her and Mike blushed deeply when he recognized
him; it was his old boss George Fisher. "At least he'll never
recognize me now," thought Mike, but he was proved wrong when
Justine introduced them.
"Mike this is Judge Fisher. Judge, may I present my brother's
fiance, Michael Taylor?"
Mike was crimson as George Fisher stuck his hand out. "We've met
before," said Fisher as he took Mike's feminine hand to his lips like
a gentleman, "although our last meeting was under slightly
different circumstances."
Mike tried to compose himself and for lack of anything better to
say, said, "So it's Judge Fisher now?"
"Yes, I was elevated to the bench about six months ago. In fact, I
am here today on official business."
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"Really?"
"Yes, I'm going to conduct this morning's ceremony, but there is a
little preliminary business to attend to."
The judge took out some documents. "I hope you understand
Michael, that what I did at the firm, I did as an officer of the firm
and not as an individual. Let's leave the past behind and pretend it
never happened."
"That's fine with me," replied Mike.
"Excellent. I'll get down to business, then. I have before me a
petition for a change of name from Michael Taylor. Raise your right
hand, Mike. Do you, Michael Taylor, swear that the information
contained in this petition is true to the best of your knowledge and
that it is not offered with intent to deceive?"
Mike was a little bewildered by the proceedings , but he answered
yes anyway.
"Sign here please, and will you sign as witness, Ms. van Damme?"
The legalities taken care of, Judge Fisher announced: "By the
power invested in me by the people of the State of New York, I
proclaim that, from this day forward, your name shall be Amanda
Michelle Taylor."
Judge Fisher straightened out the many documents. "Here is your
copy, Amanda. You should receive an amended birth certificate in
about three months. Now I'd better hurry or I'll be late for the
wedding." He left the room.
"Well, Amanda, I think it's time. Shall we go?" asked Justine.
"Just let me get my headpiece on."
Mike positioned the headpiece and arranged the veil so that it
covered his face, then picked up his bouquet. "I'm ready."
Justine took Mike's elbow and guided him to the door, from
beyond which could be heard the beginning strains of the Wedding
March from Lohengrin. Mike was relieved to have Justine's
assistance. Otherwise he would have had trouble with the
voluminous skirts of his gown. He mused for a minute, thinking
how peculiar it was that such an unconventional bride and groom
should wed in such a conventional ceremony.
Mike walked to the altar and, like every bride on her wedding day,
he looked radiant.
Leslie had wanted to wear a gown also, but Mike and Justine had
talked him out of it. Instead, he wore a white satin tuxedo which
only served to emphasized his curvaceous body. Long blonde curls
tumbled out from under his top hat and his feet were shod in white
satin high heeled pumps.
Dawn, Dan, and Henrietta were the bridesmaids, beautiful in their
long gowns.
Justine handed Mike over to Leslie and they all turned to face
Judge Stone.
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"Do you, Amanda Michelle Taylor take this man, Leslie Serge van
Damme, to be ..."
THE END
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