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Josie (4/8)
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This is a file from my archive. I didn't write it but I hope you
enjoy it.
Quicksilver-Iota
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THE GUINEA PIG
CHAPTER
13
One morning, Monica and another girl entered Joe's room. Joe was
wearing a pink satin chemise gown with spaghetti straps, trying to
ignore what was under it. His breasts had finally stopped growing, but
it was too late as far as Joe was concerned; the new appendages were
immense.
Joe didn't joke about needing a bra anymore. Now he wondered when he'd
be given one to take the considerable strain of supporting the
pendulous mammaries off of his pectoral muscles.
"Good morning Joe. This is Betsy. She's a cosmetologist and
will be working on you today."
Joe groaned inwardly. He'd suspected that this would happen
sooner or later. It seemed that every occurrence brought him closer
to Dr. van Damme's promised outcome.
Betsy fussed around Joe's face. He felt her applying make-up
to his lips, eyelids, and cheeks. When she was done, she took Joe's
picture. The process was repeated several times.
Betsy was talking with Dr. van Damme as Dave Weinstein, Monica, and a
strange man looked on.
"What color is his hair going to be," asked Betsy.
"Blonde." Replied Dr. van Damme. Thinking "As if we ever had a
choice."
"In that case, I'd recommend this style."
"That's too subdued. I had something a little more extreme in
mind."
"That we can do." Said Betsy, getting some colored markers and
making changes to the close-up photographs of Joe's made up face.
When she was finished Dr. van Damme smiled and nodded her approval.
"What do you think?" She asked the strange man.
Looking at the pictures, he replied, "No problem. Child's
play. I'll go get my gear ready."
After he left, Dr. van Damme addressed Dave Weinstein. "While
Joe is under for this, I want you to remove the block on his
transvestite programming."
"Please get up and come with me Joe."
Joe had been expecting lunch, which was late. Instead here was
Monica telling him to come with her. Too apprehensive to complain,
Joe swung out of bed, slipped on his high heeled mules, and grabbed
a robe which matched his chemise.
Joe tried to remain self-possessed as he followed Monica down
the hall, but was not very successful. He knew he presented a
spectacle; a bald man with the figure of a centerfold. Walking in
his high heels produced a loud racket which resounded throughout
the corridors. With each step his large breasts bounced awkwardly,
the nipples rubbing against his satin gown, providing unwanted
stimulation. He tried to straighten up and not swing his hips so
much. This made his breasts even more prominent and walking more
tedious.
They entered a room containing a bed and some unfamiliar
gadgets.
"Strip and lie down on the bed."
Joe shed his robe and chemise. He felt uneasy, not being aware
of his implanted need to conceal his breasts.
The strange man entered and Joe experienced intense embarrassment and
instinctively covered his breasts with his arms. He was grateful when
Monica covered him with a sheet, over which she placed a plastic mat
for protection.
Monica produced a gas mask. Knowing the futility of resistance, Joe
breathed deeply. As his awareness ebbed Joe saw the man raise what
looked like a dentists drill and attach a bottle of red fluid to it.
"Wait a minute, that's a ... "
The tattooist turned on his needle and started to outline the
unconscious man's appealing lips. He thought to himself, "Real
pretty, this one's gonna be real pretty."
CHAPTER
14
It didn't take Joe's, now youthful, skin long to recover from
being dyed. While his face was still covered up, he was moved to a
new room. He saw it for the first time the morning Monica took off
his bandages. It was large, sunny, and finished in an extremely
feminine decor. Joe was delighted by his new room, although he
didn't know why.
"No more breakfast in bed for you." Monica told him.
"This morning you get dressed and eat in the cafeteria with
the rest of us peasants. Now go and wash up, while I lay out your
clothes."
Joe felt anticipation grow in him for some reason. "Hey, it's
not such a big deal, going out for breakfast," he told himself,
mistaking it's source.
There was no mirror in the bathroom, so Joe couldn't observe
the remodeling that had been done to his face. However, as he
washed, Joe could perceive some changes by touch; his nose felt
smaller, his lips were fleshy and appeared to project out, over
teeth that didn't seem to meet just right. He wondered about the
tattooing on his face.
"I think I read somewhere that they can be removed by lasers,"
he thought to himself.
Then it occurred to Joe. "She's going to make me wear women's
clothing today."
He was surprised that the notion didn't trouble him. In fact, he found
the idea slightly pleasing. His worries over what had been done to his
face faded, as he thought about how Monica would dress him.
Joe came out wearing only a robe. Monica handed him a pair of
pink satin and lace panties. Holding them up, Joe looked at them
and thought "these are going to be way too big for me." He pulled
them up his hairless legs and adjusted them around his hips. To his
great surprise, they were a perfect fit, except in the crotch where
his cock and balls were obvious by their outline. The panties
delighted Joe. He ran his hand over his ass, enjoying it's touch
through the satin on his soft skin.
"When I get out of here, I'm going to have some satin briefs
made for me," he decided.
Monica held up a matching bra. Joe stared at it, speculating on how
his breasts would look, supported in the sheer cups. Monica showed Joe
how to don the bra. She adjusted the straps so that his breasts were
supported, and at the same time, displayed to their best advantage. At
the same time, Monica was sure to follow Dave Weinstein's instructions
to caress Joe's breasts and cock whenever the opportunity presented
itself. "Wow, a D-cup, and it's a tight fit. He better give up those
candy bars." Monica thought to herself.
Joe marvelled at the sensation of his breasts in their delicate
confinement. He could view his nipples and aureoles clearly through
the lace cups. He found the sight thrilling and his cock stirred
inside his pretty panties.
Monica interrupted his thoughts."Sit down here Joe."
Motioning Joe to the chair, she held up a pair of what he
recognized as panty-hose.
"Here Joe. You'll have to be very careful putting these on
with those dragon-lady nails of yours. They're ultra-sheer and it
won't take much to put runs in them. You pull the legs up like
this, put your foot in; the seam goes across your toes, pull it up
to your thighs, then do the other leg."
Joe followed her instructions.
"Good. Now position the crotch and pull the panty smoothly
over your hips."
Joe stood there amazed at the feel of his legs encased in the
taupe colored nylon.
"Man, I didn't know girls clothes could be such a turn on."
Joe thought, not realizing he was talking aloud.
"Oh yes Joe. They can be so thrilling."
Joe admired the way his legs glistened in the delicate hosiery,
delighting in the sensations he felt and the sound his
legs made when they brushed each other.
Monica produced a slip, made of the same pink satin as Joe's
bra and panties, with a lacy bodice and hemline. She put it over
his head and let it slide down. Arranging the slip so that it hung
properly, she noticed that the profiles of Joe's excited nipples
were clearly discernable. The slip was a snug fit across Joe's
broad hips and Monica could see the outline of his stiff cock
underneath it.
Looking in the large walk-in closet Monica was amazed at the
collection of clothing there; shoes, dresses, blouses, skirts,
gowns, everything a fashionable young woman could want. It was all
custom designed and made. She felt a momentary pang of jealousy
which vanished when she thought. "He'll never buy clothes off the
rack. He's a misses size ten with a size two waist and size
fourteen bust and hips."
Returning with a pair of red leather pumps, Monica slipped them onto
Joe's feet. "Wow. How does he do it? Those heels must be at least five
inches high." Monica thought, watching Joe maneuver
effortlessly in his pumps.
Monica held out Joe's first dress as he stepped into it. Resistance
was the furthest thing from his mind; the transvestite programming had
taken control and he was really getting into the swing of dressing up.
Monica guided Joe's arms into the half sleeves and pulled the
dress up over him. Made of pink polyester with the look and feel of
satin, it was a jacquard knit with a floral pattern woven into the
material. Making sure that the slip was positioned, and after
brushing against Joe's nipples, Monica pulled up the zipper. The
dress was a tight fit across Joe's bust and hips.
The dress started with a high jewel neckline. Princess seaming
ran down the front, accenting Joe's large bust, ending in a peplum
that swaddled his womanly hips. The skirt of the pretty dress
appeared from under the peplum, continued to below Joe's knees,
with a slit in back so that he could walk. Monica buttoned the
half-sleeves at Joe's elbows.
Joe looked down. His forearms which had been tan, muscular,
and covered with wiry black hair were now pale white, slender, and
hairless. They extended from the sleeves to end in delicate hands
with long and luxurious fingernails.
Monica put a belt, covered in the same fabric as the dress,
around Joe's narrow waist and drew it tight. Joe was encased in
satin and was he ever turned on. Glancing down, he noticed his hard
nipples, their outline projecting through his clothing. Unable to
resist, Joe brought his hands up to his breasts and started
kneading them. Excited beyond reason, Joe dropped his right hand
and caressed his cock under his dress. This slight stimulation
proved to be too much, as his cock erupted and pumped it's load of
cum into his panties.
Joe was dazed. Never before had he experienced such an erotic
rush. He stared at the expanding damp spot in his lap, then looked
sheepishly at Monica. In his sugary voice he stuttered "gee Monica.
I'm sorry. I didn't know ... "
Dr. van damme and Dave had witnessed Joe's impulsive ejaculation in
his feminine costume.
"Well Dave, it looks like your program worked."
"Yes Doctor, but we are at a critical juncture here. You see
Joe's behavior is characteristic of a transvestite, as we wanted.
The problem with this is, once a transvestite has experienced
relief through orgasm he feels guilty. All he wants to do is get
out of the clothes and forget about them until the next episode. We
planned for this and think we can interrupt the pattern.
Back in the room, Monica smiled sweetly at Joe. "Don't get
upset Joe."
Taking him by the shoulders, she forced him to look her in the
eyes. "What happened to you is perfectly normal. Sexy clothing can
be such a turn on. Now let's get you cleaned up."
Monica reached down and undid the belt. Turning Joe around,
she unzipped his dress, eased it over his shoulders, and let it
slide down his body into a soft pile around his feet. She repeated
the process with his slip and it joined his dress on the floor.
Joe stepped out of the pile of clothing and turned around to
face Monica. She placed her fingers under the waistbands of Joe's
panty-hose and panties. Going to her knees, Monica pulled Joe's
lingerie over his hips and down to his ankles.
To Joe's great surprise, Monica started licking the cum from
his abdomen; she had never before shown the slightest interest in
intimacy with him.
Monica took his wilted cock in her mouth and Joe felt himself
becoming aroused by her ministrations. His cock tried to stiffen
and his nipples got hard. Monica sucked his balls and cock entirely
into her mouth and played with them with her tongue. She felt Joe's
cock start to get hard and released it from her mouth. She had Joe
slip off his pumps and remove his hose and panties. Joe stood there
wearing only his bra. He wished the pretty blonde would resume the
blowjob. She didn't.
Monica gave Joe a dressing gown to put on, which he did. He
was handed his hose and panties. "These have to be cleaned before
the cum dries in them," Monica informed him. "There is a bottle of
detergent for hand washing delicate fabrics under the sink. Follow
the instructions, roll them up in towel, then hang them over a bar
to dry. I'll take your dress and slip to the laundry and lay out
some other clothing."
As he washed out his lingerie, Joe found his thoughts concentrating on
what clothing Monica would dress him in next. He found the
contemplation exciting. "Damn," he thought, "What is it about women's
clothing?"
Joe doesn't know it yet," said Dave to Dr. van Damme, "but
from now on he'll find donning and wearing women's clothing to be
extremely arousing sexually."
"That's excellent," said Dr. van Damme. "Because that's all
he'll ever wear.
"Well, at least he has the body for it." rejoined Dave.
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