CHAPTER
9
Bob examined himself in the mirror. "You sure are some babe."
He said to himself. It never failed to amaze him what a gorgeous
creature he'd been turned into. He had expected, like most of the
transsexuals he'd met at the Institute, to wind up looking like a
masculine woman, but there was not even so much of a hint of his
old maleness in the sexy girl who looked back at him.
Dr. van Damme watched Bob admire himself. "He really can't
tell that he's not yet fully changed?"
Dr. Mason told her; "No. All he sees is the image we have put
in his mind which he will eventually conform to."
"Amazing!"
Bob pulled pink satin panties up over his flat crotch. He
liked the way it looked in panties now and had come to really enjoy
wearing the apparel appropriate to his new sex. He settled his
large breasts into the cups of his bra and pulled it up. Bob
thought about his new wardrobe, every item in it made him appear as
if he was going to a cocktail party or a formal dance. Dr. van
Damme had also considered his wardrobe, and the money she saved by
giving him Joe's old one. They were both the same size.
Bob wondered about something he hadn't considered until now;
he really wasn't attracted to men at all. It surprised him that he
would want so much to be a woman and, now that he was one, lack all
interest in sex. He decided to ask Dr. van Damme about it during
his interview with her scheduled for today.
Bob buttoned the back of his dress. It was the least exotic
one he could find. It was black with a white floral design on it,
made of very thin faille, with a full flowing skirt. He belted it,
glad that he was able to find something that wasn't tight and
revealing. Bob glanced in the mirror again, his appearance was
flawless; he couldn't get over how cosmetic surgery had made his
lips full and changed the shape of his eyes. He was a living doll.
Bob regarded the earrings hanging from his ears; after
surgery, his castrated testicles had been sealed in clear acrylic
with a little golden chain attached. He had eventually found them
permanently attached to, and swinging from, his ears. He was told
that this was something that the Institute requested be done, to
always remind him where he had come from. Bob was told that they
could be removed if, in the future, he determined that he just
couldn't live with them, but for now they stayed. Bob decided that
he liked his new earrings; his balls were finally proving
themselves useful for something.
Bob thought about how he had to legally change his name when
he got home and what he would change it to. He hadn't decided for
certain; he was partial to both Pamela and Elizabeth.
Bob sat on the couch in Dr. van Damme's office, not believing
what he was hearing. "So you see Bob, Gloria refuses to pay any
money for charges incurred after the surgery was completed. That
leaves you responsible financially for your room and board since
then, and for your wardrobe as well."
"But I don't have any money Doctor, Gloria said she'd pay for
all of this."
"I am afraid that you are mistaken. Read this agreement she
signed with you and I am sure you will realize that she has
fulfilled her obligations to you entirely."
Bob took the offered paper and read it. Gloria had done
exactly what she had said she would. Bob felt his stomach sinking;
he had signed away his entire fortune to her. "What can I do
Doctor?"
"Well being as you owe me a considerable sum of money, I am
sure we can work something out."
Bob looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was neither
pleased nor comfortable. His hips and ass were crushed in the tight
girdle which held up his support stockings. Likewise his breasts
were crammed into a minimizer bra, reducing their size to where he
could zip up the black nylon uniform dress he'd been issued. He
pinned on his name tag which read:
Robert Watson
Waitress
Dr. van Damme had put an end to his plan to change his name. Robert
he was, and Robert he would remain.
"How did I ever let her talk me into a lifetime contract?" Bob
wondered, as he went off to his job in the executive dining room.
Like his father before him, Bob worked his way up to the
position of personal maid to Dr. van Damme. Also like his dad,
Bob's mind and body were programmed with the sexual responses of a
promiscuous slut. Unlike his father though, no trace of the old Bob
remained. Oh he remembered who he had been, but not for minute did
he ever regret what had been done to him; rather he revelled in it.
While Bob's body was rearranging itself, in line with her
long-range plans, Dr. van Damme also had Bob's subconscious mind
manipulated until he was the sweetest little submissive masochist
possible.
Bob arose from bed and started getting ready for work. He had
been a bit irritable the day before, but hadn't thought much about
it. The feeling of extreme sensitivity persisted though, and his
moodiness had grown more intense overnight. Bob made a mental note
to see Dr Mason that afternoon and mention it to her.
Bob was clearing away the remains of Dr. van Damme's lunch
when all of a sudden he felt a searing pain tear through his
abdomen. He dropped the tray he was carrying, grabbed his gut, and
gasped.
"What's wrong Bob?" asked Dr. van Damme.
"I don't know Doctor .. aaaaagh!" the pain was back and this
time it felt like his innards were being twisted like a rubber
band.
She helped him along to the clinic.
Bob lay naked on the examination table with his feet up in
stirrups as Dr. Mason conducted a pelvic exam. He still felt cramps
and discomfort, but not as severe since the shot he had been given
had taken effect. Bob felt whatever it was that the Doctor had
placed up inside him slip out. "What's the matter Doctor? Is it a
problem with my operation?"
"No not at all Bob. It's just nature's way of telling you that
you're a woman now."
"Pain?"
"Yes and you'd better get used to it. Although I don't think
that it will be so severe in the future. it's just that you're new
plumbing is just flushing itself out, so to speak, for the first
time."
"You mean this pain won't go away?"
"No, it will go away, but it will be back every month like
clockwork. It's your period."
"PERIOD! But I'm a transsexual."
"So what?"
"I thought that I wouldn't have periods and such things."
"You wanted Dr. van Damme to make you into a woman didn't
you?"
"Yes, but ..."
"Well she did just that. You are now a fully functioning
female, and I emphasize the word fully. Welcome to the sorority. As
long as we are here in the clinic let me teach you some things you
need to know." Dr. Mason reached down and picked up a plastic
container.
"Now then, this is foam ..."
Back in his room Bob unpacked the bag of stuff Dr. Mason had
given him. Pills, tampons, panty liners, douche, foam, and two
dozen condoms. Bob was very conscious of the tampon up inside him,
but Dr. Mason had told him that soon he wouldn't even notice it.
Bob had been embarrassed by the condoms especially when Dr. Mason
had made him put one on a life size model of a penis, telling him
"it's a skill every girl needs to know."
Bob told her, "but Dr. I'm not even interested in men."
Dr. Mason didn't say a word, but thought to herself "Just you
wait Robert, just you wait."
Dr van Damme read the letter from Monica. She and Gloria
Watson were steady lovers now, and had decided to move from the
city to an estate in the country. Joe was the perfect maid, but the
new mansion would be too much for him alone. Monica had let it slip
that Bob had stayed on the island and was working for the Doctor.
Gloria was tickled pink with the idea of having both of the men who
had been a threat to her, serving her as a matched pair of maids.
Dr. van Damme summoned Bob to her office. He entered, dressed
in his standard uniform of white satin blouse and black taffeta
skirt. She ignored him for several moments, then told him, "Bob I'm
going away on a business trip. I was going to leave you here, but
have decided that I need you with me. Take that suitcase and this."
She handed him a passport. " Get dressed in the clothing laid
out in my bedroom and meet me back here."
Outside the Doctor's office, Bob looked at the passport. It
was French, inside was a picture of him as he looked now, but that
name; Yvonne LaEsclave. It was somehow familiar. Where had he heard
it before? Suspicion grew in the back of his mind, but was quickly
overshadowed by his excitement at going on a trip.
