CHAPTER 21
Joe ate breakfast with Monica and, having nothing to do,
followed her around all morning. As time wore on, Joe became more
accustomed to the clothes he wore, and at ease with his new
appearance. He was unaware that every man who laid eyes on him
lusted after him.
When Joe had followed Monica into her office and taken a seat,
she realized what had been bothering her about him. Except when his
body and dress required that he move otherwise, Joe still sat and,
in some situations, moved like a man. Right now he sat with his
legs apart. Monica could see his garters at the tops of his
stockings and glancing up, she could make out his vagina in it's
satin embrace.
"He's got learn not to flash that pussy of his around so
conspicuously." She thought. "Oh well, I'll tell Dr. van Damme and
she can put Mrs. Maxwell on it."
Later, Monica took Joe to lunch where he was given a tuna
salad, despite his preference for roast beef. After they had eaten,
Monica told him. "I always take a little nap after lunch. Why don't
you try it?"
"Maybe I will. I still feel very worn out."
Monica and the attendants found him on the bed with a fashion
magazine open in his lap; the hypnotic in the iced tea had worked
to perfection. Joe was wheeled to the operating theater where his
belt, bustier, skirt, and panties were removed. After his inert
form was laid out on a table, his legs were spread apart, and his
feet placed in stirrups as if for a pelvic exam.
The plastic surgeon who had created Joe's vagina lectured to
the audience, while a television camera zoomed in for close-ups,
which in turn, were relayed to monitors throughout the room. "There
were two very significant improvements included in the many
innovations introduced with this subject's procedure. First, I was
able to preserve the penile nerves intact and bundle them together.
Secondly, we removed some of the mucous membrane from a section of
the subject's large intestine. This was cultured, a mutation was
induced, and it was then used as the lining for the vaginal wall."
"The results versus conventional sex reassignment surgery are
vastly superior; the penile nerves retain full tactile sensation
with the ability to provide pleasure when touched, just as the
penis would. There is no danger of the vagina closing up, so we can
do away with the need to keep a form inserted. The lining, when
irritated, secretes a fluid, sort of like a runny noses, not very
different from a female's natural lubricant. nose."
The doctor pointed out the highlights for the television
camera as he went on. "Here we have the mons veneris. Here the
labia majora or outer vaginal lips, constructed from the scrotum
and inside the labia minora. This is the clitoris, formed from the
foreskin where the penile nerves were. It functions not very
differently from the way the subject's penis did; when aroused, it
engorges with blood, although the increase in size is minimal, and
when stimulated can produce the muscular contractions known as
orgasm. The labia minora, or inner vaginal lips, which were created
from the leftover penile tissue and mucous membrane."
The crowd murmured it's approval. All of the assembled doctors
admitted it was near impossible to tell Joe's man-made vagina from
the real thing.
Dave Weinstein took the stage as various devices were attached
to Joe's body; rubber molds with wires running out were put over
his breasts, the projection box was lowered over his head, a shape
resembling a large cock with a metal ring around it was carefully
inserted into his vagina, then a thin probe was forced into his
anus.
Dave spoke. "You will recall Dr. Locke said that the subject's
vagina will secrete a fluid when irritated. What I hope to
accomplish is to trick the subject's mind into confusing sexual
arousal with vaginal irritation, much as Dr. Pavlov tricked his
dogs."
Joe was brought up to a trance state. The device in his vagina
vibrated, irritating the lining. When the fluid was secreted it
completed an electrical circuit in the device and a green light lit
on the control console. "Excellent," said Dave. "Now we hot-wire
our little beauty's neural network for pleasure."
The cups over Joe's breasts were shaking and the plug in his
vagina vibrated, along with the probe up his ass. Inside the box,
all the images programmed into Joe's pretty head to be sexually
stimulating were flashed before him. The pleasure center in his
mind was excited by induction to the metal wires still in his
skull.
This went on for some time, and at the end, tiny electrical
shocks were pulsed through Joe's breasts, vagina, and ass. Then the
plug was removed from Joe's vagina and dried completely.
After a short wait, Dave Weinstein inserted a tiny metal probe
into Joe's vagina and reset the light to red. "And now the moment
of truth."
The psychologist flicked a switch. Inside the box, images of
virile young men, naked with large erect cocks, were projected into
Joe's subconscious. Dave Weinstein speculated silently. "Would the
brain recall it's programming and find the pictures erotic? Would
the conditioning work?"
The crowd waited expectantly.
Dave started to worry.
Then the green light flashed on.
It worked. Joe was lubricating himself in response to sexual
stimulation. The audience roared it's approval. Dave Weinstein
looked down at Joe. The transfigured man was unconsciously
undulating his pelvis, the way a highly aroused woman would do.
