CHAPTER 10
Joe came to in his bed. He was wearing a baby doll nightgown
and panties made of satin and lace. Recalling Dr. van Damme's
threat to turn him into a big boobed blonde, he stuck his hand
under the elastic of his panties.
"Yes sir, little buddies safe and sound," he thought.
"So much for that crazy doctor and her plan."
Joe's reverie was interrupted by the entrance of the most
gorgeous babe he had seen in awhile. Even in her starched nurses
uniform, Joe could make out the outline of her fantastic figure.
Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She was
tall. About six feet of everything that Joe desired in a woman. He
could feel his cock stir in it's satin confinement.
"Hi. I'm Monica. I'll be your nurse from now on. And you are
Mr. Watson?"
"Last time I looked. Where's the two thugs?"
"Oh they're around somewhere, I'm sure."
An attendant brought in dinner then left.
"I'll bet you're hungry Mr. Watson. You've been out for
awhile."
"How long was I out? What happened to me?"
"I don't know Mr. Watson." Lied the pretty girl. "I just
started on your case. You'll have to ask Dr. van Damme. Here you
go. Bon appetit."
Joe realized he was starving and dug in with a vengeance,
wolfing down salad, milk, rolls and butter, prime rib, mashed
potatoes and gravy, and finishing with apple pie ala mode. Joe's
meal had tasted pretty bland. He mentioned it to the attendant who
told him he had been put on a no-salt diet on Doctor's orders
Monica left with the tray. Joe marvelled at his new found
ability to put food away. It dawned on Joe that he was handling his
long fingernails with no trouble. In fact, he hardly noticed them
anymore.
"Boy it's amazing what the human body can adapt to," he
thought. "There's got to be a way to get them off when I get out of
here."
Joe hadn't examined the rest of his body and what a surprise
was he in for. His eyes widened as his arm brushed against his
chest. Pulling up his gown, he stared dumbfounded. What had been a
case of swelling nipples were now full-blown breasts. Not quite
massive, but definitely prominent.
What had been swollen nipples were now elongated cones,
projecting out from abundant hemispheres of flesh. The aureoles
around his nipples had continued to expand and they and the nipples
were now a dark pink, almost brown.
Frightened, yet curious at the same time, Joe timidly brought
his right hand up and touched his left breast. He was rewarded with
a strong sensation of pleasure. He grasped the nipple between his
index finger and thumb. The pleasurable feeling increased as he
increased the pressure on the nipple.
He watched in amazement as the nipple responded to his touch.
It enlarged and became rigid. As Joe rolled the nipple between his
fingers he felt his penis awaken.
Stopping for a minute, Joe padded to the door. Satisfied that
the hallway was empty, he went to the bathroom. Elated that his
cock was working again, Joe raised his gown, pulled down his
panties, and then sat on the toilet, fondling his breasts and
stroking his cock, awash in pleasure.
Joe's cock never did become totally erect, but finally spasmed
and discharged a watery impotent fluid. Joe wrote this off to it's
long inactivity, wiped himself off, replaced his attire, and
flushed the toilet.
Proud of his performance, he returned to bed. Smugly
thinking. "So that doctor thinks she can turn me into a bimbo. Well
we'll just see about that!"
He hadn't noticed how his forearms brushed against his hips as
he walked.
In her office, Dr .van Damme turned away from the monitor. "So
Dave, is this all part of the plan?" She asked her director of
behavior modification.
"Yes Doctor. In fact, he is ahead of schedule."
"What's next Dave?'
"I understood doctor, that there were some more physical
changes to be concluded before we went on psychologically."
"My next stage is to get him dressing in feminine apparel."
"And how will you accomplish that?" Asked Dr. van Damme.
"During his session with Dr. Baxter's mind machine," he used
staff slang, " I had instilled in Joe, the psycho-sexual response
of the typical transvestite. You may be aware that these are men
who feel compelled to dress in women's clothing, and obtain great
sexual stimulation and pleasure from doing so. I masked this
character trait, so we need only hypnotize him, give him the
release cue, and his first experience in female finery will
conclude his imprinting. After that, I'd venture a guess that you
couldn't keep him out of women's clothing. Would you like me to do
this now?"
"No Dave, not just yet. Let's allow Joe to reach his full
development. No sense wasting money on clothing now, that will no
longer fit him when his tits and ass stop growing."
