Chapter 1
When I woke up I couldn't move. I was strapped to a hospital
bed, straps around my legs, my hips, my arms and across my chest. I
tried very hard break free, but all my muscle power accomplished was a
weak shaking of the bed, which was obviously bolted to the floor. I
tried to yell, but my mouth was filled with what I later learned was a
penis gag. Not long after I had woken up, Rick appeared by the side of
my bed. He was accompanied by a man in a doctor's outfit and what looked
like some kind of nurse. She was dressed in tight-fitting white rubber
and had the most enormous tits I've ever seen. She wore platform shoes
with very high heels and she looked very afraid of the doctor. "So this
is the useless specimen you want transformed, Mr. Thompson?" the doctor
asked Rick as he flung away the sheet that had covered me. I was stark
naked underneath and my bulging muscles stood out against my bindings.
"Yes, Dr. Jacobsen" Rick confirmed, "That's the one." The doctor asked
again: "And you want only the surgery and the hormone treatment?" Rick
replied: "Yes, all conditioning and training I'll handle. After all,
that's where all the fun is." At this both he and the doctor laughed and
the doctor said in reply: "Yes, you are certainly right about that."
I, on the other hand was getting very scared. Transformation? Surgery?
Hormones? What were they talking about? I tried to yell and once again
tried to break my bonds. This pathetic show seemed to amuse Rick and he
leaned in and crooned: "There, there, my little slut. I'll soon give you
something real to yell about. In the mean time let's see what an
excitable little slut you are." He grabbed my dick and began to stroke
it gently. To my eternal shame it quickly became rock hard. I tried to
look away in shame, but he grabbed my chin and forced me to look into
his eyes as he continued his hand job. In a few minutes I was ready to
explode. My yelling had turned into moaning and my attempts to get free
had turned into sexually charged squirming. All I cared about was
cuming. And just as I was about to cum, Rick removed his hand. I yelled
with frustration as he laughed at my twitching cock. He left me like
that with a remark to the doctor about picking me up in a month. When
Rick had left the doctor turned me: "Let's get started, shall we?" he
asked me as he plunged a syringe into my arm and everything went black.
Waking up I felt weak. Very weak. It took forever just to open my eyes
and even longer trying to move. When I finally tried to move around, I
found that I was tied up like before. Only this time it didn't matter as
much to me as before. I was drugged and all I really cared about was
sleeping. This went on for a long time: I woke up, found out that I was
still tied up and then I went back to sleep. I don't precisely know for
how long this went on, but if I'd have to guess I'd say a little over a
week. When I finally began to come around for real I noticed a few other
things. My hand and feet were covered in thick bandages and my muscles
in my hands and feet were completely unresponsive. My face also seemed
covered in bandages, as was my throat. Finally I could feel a tightness
in the skin on my chest and a weight there that was unfamiliar. What had
they done to me?
After a while the doctor came to check on me. I tried to make
disgruntled sounds behind my gag, but no sound came. Maybe they had cut
my vocal cords? The doctor didn't seem to notice my presence, but rather
devoted his attention to my bandages. He gave some instructions to the
nurse accompanying him before leaving. It wasn't the same nurse who had
accompanied the doctor before, but she looked just like her: huge tits,
rubber uniform and high-heeled platform shoes. Like the other nurse she
seemed terrified of the doctor. When he had left she carried out his
instructions and changed my bandages and the IV going into my arm. As
she performed these duties she removed the sheet covering me and I saw
what caused the tightness and weight on my chest. I had tits! They were
nowhere near the size of those the nurse sported, but they were
definitely of respectable size. I tried fighting and yelling again, but
I was too weak and still no sound came from my throat. She finished the
session by giving me something to eat. This was done by inserting a tube
into a hole in my gag and feeding me a liquid mush. Then she saw to my
other needs. She started most unpleasantly by inserting a catheter into
my penis and draining urine from my bladder. She left the catheter in
but attached a new bag to the end of the tube, leaving me no bladder
control. My urine just dribbled into the bag whenever the need arose.
The last thing she did was to clean out my bowels. To do this she raised
the bed until she could kneel down under it. Here she removed the piece
of the bed directly beneath my ass and proceeded to stick a tube up my
ass. Of course I clenched my buttocks as hard as I could and she was
unable to stick the tube up my ass. She rose and spoke to me: "Please
allow me to give you the enemas," her voice had a strong lisping quality
as her huge lips prevented her from speaking properly, "If you don't
allow me to give you the enemas, I'll be forced to call someone to
punish you. Believe me, you don't want that to happen." Although she
asked with an imploring tone in her voice I didn't give in. Nobody was
going to stick a tube up my ass. When her efforts to convince me had
failed, she turned around with a sigh and left. About half an hour later
she came back with the doctor, who looked furious. "Stupid slut!" he
yelled into my face as he slapped me hard, "You are nothing but
property. But don't worry cunt, I'll teach you. Just you wait and see."
He fetched some wires with large alligator clips at the ends. One was
placed on my cock and although painful it was nothing compared to the
next 2. These were placed so the clip engulfed a whole testicle and
squeezed hard. Very hard. The applied pressure on my testicle made me
want to scream, but still no sound came. I thrashed in my bonds but to
no avail. The doctor had an evil little smile on his face and it got a
lot wider as he applied current to the wires. My crotch exploded with
pain as he pulsed the current and soon I would do anything to make the
current stop. But just to make a point the doctor continued the torture
for a good while longer and when he finally stopped I was desperate.
"Are you going to be good little girl now?" he asked me. Not caring that
I didn't like being called a girl, I nodded vigorously. The doctor
seemed satisfied with this and turned to the nurse: "She won't give you
any more problems, but just to make sure give her 10 enemas instead of
the usual 5." With that he turned and walked away.
The nurse looked at me with a sad little I-told-you-so look on her face
and proceeded to give me the enemas. Although not as painful as the
electric current, the enemas were very painful and very humiliating. By
number 3 I was crying already and tried desperately to plead though my
gag, but still no sound came from my vocal cords. By number 6 I was
exhausted, covered in sweat and would have done anything to avoid the
last 4 enemas. But of course there was no mercy and when she had
finished with me I had no fight left in me and I just lay limply as she
replaced the section of bed under my ass and covered me with the sheet
and left. Left alone I gradually gathered my self and thought about my
situation. Were they turning me into a girl? But why? And why was my
cock still there if that was the case? I understood nothing as I fell
asleep.
The next few weeks passed in much the same way, except that I was
determined not to get punished again so I willingly allowed the nurse
the give the enemas. My bandages were changed once a day and I was fed
via the tube in my gag twice a day. Other than that the only thing I had
to do was to watch my tits grow. And did they ever grow! They grew so
fast that I was afraid they were going to burst and after about three
weeks I had 40DD tits. A week before this happened my bandages came off
my feet, my hands and my face. Both my feet and my hands had been shrunk
and were now small and very feminine. My mechanics hands were gone
forever and I must have shed at least 3 shoe sizes. Looking down my arms
and legs was very strange. My muscles were still large, bulging under
the straps, but it looked wrong compared to my now dainty hands and
feet. I was not allowed to see my face just yet.
In the meantime I was allowed to train my new voice. A lady in her
fifties, also obviously a slave/nurse, with a name tag reading "Miss
Cunningham" sat down next to me one day. Before removing my gag she
explained that the punishment for not cooperating with her would be even
more severe than last time. I decided to cooperate in full. Then she
removed my gag and asked: "What's your name?" My reply: "My name is
Frank," came out in a soft and sexy soprano. I was shocked! What were
they turning me into? Miss Cunningham brought me back to reality by
saying: "Listen to me! If you don't listen and obey, I'll have to call
the doctor." I definitely didn't want that and sat quietly looking at
her. "Good," she continued, "but your name is no longer Frank. It's
Francine now. Say it "My name is Francine."" In shock I repeated her
words and the lessons began. Miss Cunningham's job was to teach me how
to speak in the proper feminine manner. When I failed to do this
properly she called Dr. Jacobsen, who administered severe punishments.
They always left me crying and begging in my new feminine voice. I
realized that they were slowly turning me into a sissified bitch. And
there was nothing I could do about it! If I were to object the evil
doctor would just zap until I cried and screamed and in spite of all my
muscles I was completely helpless. It was insanely frustrating. What was
equally frustrating was my ever-growing sexual need. They must have been
feeding me aphrodisiacs or something because my cock was constantly hard
and it twitched with need at the slightest touch. It had to be hormones,
because I definitely hated being turned into a sissy-girl...didn't I? A
few times during speech training I found myself loving the sound of my
new voice, but quickly banished these thoughts. I just couldn't be
enjoying this in any way!
