CHAPTER
15
One morning Joe awoke and, instead of being led to the
breakfast table, found himself being put into his travelling trunk.
When he was released he found himself at Dr. van Damme's again.
Dining at Dr. van Damme's that evening, Miguel saw a sight
that was extreme even by her standards. The maid was a man. That
wasn't out of character. What was, was that this one was obviously
a man. Oh he wore heels, hose, and the uniform, but no makeup, wig,
or cosmetics, and he spoke like a man. "Playing dress up with the
help again Justine?"
"Do you mean my new maid?"
"Yes."
"No dress up there."
"What do you mean?"
The doctor rang a little bell. The maid clicked in on his high
heels. "You rang Mistress?"
"Yes Sidney. You may disrobe." The poor man looked distraught,
but obviously understood the hopelessness of his situation. He
undid his apron and took it off. Then unzipped his uniform and
stepped out of it, revealing full breasts unconstrained by a
brassiere. Real breasts. Pulling down his petticoats left the poor
man clad only in garter belt, hose, panties, and black patent
heels. He looked at the doctor with imploring eyes, but her only
response was, "panties too Sidney."
Sidney put his fingers under the waistband of his white satin
and lace panties and looked at the floor while he pulled them down
and stepped out of them. Miguel was startled to see that Sidney had
the sex of a woman. "You must tell me about this one Justine."
"Certainly Miguel. How about over coffee."
After their coffee, they got down to business. "Miguel. This
visit is an unexpected pleasure. What can I do for you?"
"A couple of things I hope Justine. The first is not really a
necessity, but I would like it. Joe, who I want to be known as
Josefina, refuses to learn Spanish, also he has embarrassed me at
several parties with unsolicited outbursts in English. Why he once
tried to tell a guest that his name was really Joe and that he was
really a man."
"The next item is one that I am afraid I really must insist
on. You see there has been jealousy sown between Hector and myself.
Bob, whom Hector calls Roberta, has given him a fine child. He was
very surprised, but pleased. The problem is that, despite my best
efforts, Joe has been unable to conceive. Why for the past month
alone I have fucked him three times a day then tied him up upside
down so the sperm would not run out, but to no avail."
The doctor smiled for a minute then explained. "The answer to
both questions Miguel is the same. Joe won't speak Spanish or get
pregnant because he cannot. The first problem is easily corrected
and I will put my staff on it at once. The second is a bit more
complicated." She explained the differences in how Joe and Bob had
been transformed and why Joe could not become pregnant.
"Doctor, I am afraid that I must insist that you put Joe
through this Weinstein Effect, as you call it. Our agreement called
for Joe and Bob to be identical and they are not." Dr. van Damme
thought about it. She only had enough drug for three doses left,
but better to satisfy Miguel.
"Very well. I will give Bob Weinstein instructions to do so
immediately."
Joe was put under, never knowing what was done to him. Bob
Weinstein monitored his progress and reported to Dr. van Damme.
"Joe's transformation is complete. He set a new record for the
change, probably due to his otherwise total feminization. All
indications are that he will go into estrus shortly."
"Good. Make sure that he gets inseminated now. I don't want to
have to wait another month."
"Yes Doctor."
Joe woke up one morning and as he was dressing became
violently ill. As he vomited into the toilet he thought,"I must
have the flu."
He went to see Dr. van Damme and told her how he was feeling.
"Don't worry Joe. I'm sorry, Josefina, you're not sick."
"Then what's wrong?"
"Do you remember Josefina, after you were first changed. I
told you that you were and would always be a man since you lack
what truly makes a woman female; a womb and ovaries?"
"Yes."
"Well I have been proven wrong. At your husbands insistence,
and against my better judgement, we have made further adjustments
to your body. You are now totally female inside as well as out, and
as a result I have some good news and some bad news. The good news
is you will no longer have to wear corsets and be restrained." Joe
rejoiced silently at this news.
"The bad news is that it's only a temporary respite; about
eight months I'd say. You see you're pregnant." Joe fainted dead
away.
Dr. van Damme had two attendants move his inert form to the
lab where a few final adjustments were made to his mind.
Miguel Gonzales had returned and was seated in Dr. van Damme's
office exchanging pleasantries with her. "Miguel I am happy to
announce that all is as you desired."
The doctor spoke into the intercom. "Clarice will you send in
Mrs. Gonzales."
Miguel watched Joe walk in and sit on the couch. Joe was
dressed normally; in a dress, nylons, and heels, but something
seemed different. "Miguel," said Dr. van Damme, "I am afraid I have
cost you some money."
Miguel looked at her.
"You need to invest in some new clothing for Joe."
"What?"
"Maternity clothing."
"Aha!." Miguel's smile showed that he was indeed pleased with
this turn of affairs. Joe just sat with his hands together in his
lap and stared at the floor.
"Regarding your other concerns Miguel; I think a little
demonstration is in order. Joe?"
Joe was shocked to hear himself replying, "Si Seˇčora."
"What the hell is going on here." Joe thought to himself
"Just listen to this Miguel." Said Dr. van Damme. "What is
your name girl?"
Joe tried to tell her "My name is Joseph Watson and I'm not
really a girl", but what came out of his mouth was "Me llamo
Josefina Gonzales, Seˇčora".
"ˇ§Quien es el hombre?
"tl es mi esposo Miguel."
"What the hell am I saying? What has she done to me?", thought
Joe.
"He comprehends Spanish and English, but thinks only in
English and speaks only in Spanish. His responses are, for the most
part, limited and pre-programmed. He'll never embarrass you again."
"Thank you doctor. You have no idea how happy you have made
me."
"Just don't put him in bondage or strap him into that trunk of
yours while he's pregnant."
It was a long nine months for Joe and if it had been difficult
for him to manage with his gigantic breasts, it became practically
impossible to do anything with them and a swollen belly.
Joe screamed all the way through his final initiation into
womanhood and when it was over; he lay there tired, torn, and
bleeding, knowing that he would never again know greater
humiliation or pain. Afterwards, when Joe's milk let down his
breasts swelled up to the size of watermelons. Joe asked Miguel
what he should do, to which Miguel replied, "I don't know for sure,
but we can't let all that milk go to waste."
Joe worked on his needlepoint as the breast pump hummed and
sucked the milk out of him. It was small consolation that the milk
not needed for his own child, whom he had never met, was supplied
to a mother's milk bank to feed orphans and sick children. Miguel
liked to joke with Joe about being qualified for agricultural
subsidies if he let Joe's mammaries dry up. Eventually they did
though; when he got pregnant again.
