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.
