CHAPTER
8
At the airport, while they waited to board the private jet,
Dr. van Damme introduced Bob to their traveling companions; a good
looking woman who was introduced as Virginia Mason and two teenaged
girls; Melissa Walters and Stephanie Grenwald. Bob felt comfortable
with the sophisticated and educated Virginia, but those two girls!
They were so trampy with their bleached blonde hair, short skirts,
and tight blouses. All they seemed interested in was flirting with
every man who crossed their path. Virginia explained to Bob that
the two girls had just turned eighteen and had never been away from
home before. She also told him that she was a doctor and that they
were patients of hers. Virginia had taken them on this trip because
she felt sorry for them.
"They are both high school dropouts and the future doesn't
hold much for them except as a waitress, wife, or dancer. Anyway
they go they're trapped and I wanted them to have a little
excitement before that happens."
Bob considered how thoughtful that was of her.
Once they were back on the island, Dr. van Damme conferred
with Dr. Mason and Bob Weinstein. "I must tell you two that these
results far exceed any expectations I had. I have examined Melissa
and Stephanie and cannot find any evidence that they were once
males."
"That's the beauty of it, there isn't any." Exclaimed Dr.
Mason. "I have conducted extensive tests on them and they appear to
be female down to the cellular level."
"My next question is, What's to stop somebody else from
hypnotizing them and changing them again."
Bob Weinstein answered. "The changes can only be initiated
while under the influence of the drug. When the drug wears off,
after about a day, the changes continue but can no longer be
affected by further hypnotic suggestion. It also appears that the
human body has an increasing resistance to the drug. In other
words, repeated applications have less and less effect until
finally the body ignores any further suggestions. Take Melissa and
Stephanie for instance, Dr. Mason conducted repeated experiments on
them and after a couple of tries the drug would do nothing."
"So they are girls permanently?"
"For the rest of their lives."
"How long have they been like this, and how long did the
changes take Virginia?"
"They took about six months to stabilize as females and I have
had them under observation for going on two years. I think that the
six months can be shortened considerably. You see I performed no
surgery on them, especially as regards the male organs, thinking
that they would retract into the body and become ovaries. However
the boys developed ovaries separately and the testicles eventually
atrophied and disappeared. I believe if the testicles were removed
before commencing the procedure, that the changes would occur more
rapidly, without the body still producing male hormones."
"Next time we'll try that. Bob, when can we start
experimenting with it here?"
"That's the only problem Doctor. The drug Dr. Mason used was
a very rare one and I didn't expect these effects. I thought only
that we could fool the body into regrowing a lost limb and things
like that. These changes only occur when the drug is administered
in massive doses, and during her trials Dr. Mason used most of it
up."
"Can't you get some more."
"I don't know. It's extracted from a rare flower that grows
only in the amazon. With the loss of the rain forests over there,
my sources haven't been able to locate sufficient quantities of
them. We have plantations where we are trying to cultivate the
plant, but until we're successful, which may take over five years,
we are limited to the stock on hand."
"How much is that?"
"Based on what Dr. Mason tells me, enough for possibly four
changes."
"Damn the bad luck." Said Dr. van Damm staring off into space.
She understood the potential of such a drug.
"What about Stephanie and Melissa?" Asked Dr. Mason.
"I have their parents hypnotized also and they believe their
daughters have left home and moved to Los Angeles."
"Are they of any further use to you?"
"No, not really."
Dr. van Damme was in a sour mood over the unobtainable drug
and this may have accounted for her next action. "Hmmm. Do this.
Virginia, remove any psychological blocks that you may have put on
them, I want them to know who they are, what they have become, and
be fully aware of their surroundings. Bob, have Dr. Brenner give
them the permanent hair treatment; long and blonde. I want this
done by Saturday when the fuel tanker arrives. When it leaves, I
want them on it. They will be a little gift from me to our
supplier. Those Arabs do so love blonde girls. Meanwhile, I want to
see this effect of your's firsthand, and I have just the subject
for it"
Dr. Mason, scrubbed up and dressed in surgical greens, looked
down at the almost comatose youth on the operating table. "Hello
Bob, remember me? I'm Dr. Mason and I'll be performing your surgery
today."
"Already affected by the anesthesia, Bob could only grunt at
her."
Bob was put under and castrated. In the recovery room, the
other drugs were administered and Dr. Mason then induced, what was
already being referred to as, the Weinstein Effect on Bob and he
commenced a one-way journey to womanhood.
Bob came out from under the fog of anesthesia and smiled to
himself. "Well that's that," he thought, "it's all over now,"
little realizing that, for him, it was just beginning.
Bob couldn't feel anything below his waist, but that didn't
bother him. He knew that he was a complete woman now. A lot of what
had happened to him since he arrived here, and he never did learn
where exactly here was, seemed a bit excessive and not exactly what
he had expected. Take, for example, his hair, his entire body had
been depilated, and his head covered with long blonde artificial
stuff that couldn't be cut. Or his fingernails, they also had been
removed and replaced with long red artificial ones which also
couldn't be cut. Or his feet, they had been operated on and made
smaller, but now only felt right in high heels. Not to mention his
face, on which make-up had been tattooed.
That was all O.K. though. Bob was overjoyed with the other
changes to his body. He spoke in a lovely soprano voice, thanks to
the operation on his larynx; it didn't bother him very much that he
had to learn to speak all over again. Bob sported the lush body of
a young woman; wide hips, tiny waist, full breasts, and at long
last, the genitals to match it. Bob knew that the work here was
top-notch, any physician examining him would conclude with
confidence that he had been born a girl. He laid back, satisfied at
last. Before he returned to unconsciousness, Bob thought he felt
something pulling on his earlobe.
Dr. van Damme considered Robert Watson. His transformation
into a beautiful woman was complete. In many of the procedures,
such as body contouring and hair implantation; the same programs
used on his father, still stored in computer memory, were used on
him with predictable results. Father and son were now, for all
intents and purposes, twins.
It irked the doctor that Robert should enjoy what had been
done to him. In her opinion, a man who had to be forced into
womanhood shouldn't receive any satisfaction from it. She had
debated removing the psychological programming which had driven Bob
to change his sex and allowing him to awaken to discover that he
had irreversibly turned himself into a blonde bombshell. "I made a
deal though and I can't renege on it," she thought, "but perhaps I
can work out something fitting."
