February 11, 2012 Leave a comment
“Have you ready through everything?” Dr. Christina Blaine asked.
Yup, I’m definite about it,” Charles Smith said, handing back the form to the doctor.
“Ok, if you want it done by today, let’s see your son,” she ordered. Clarence was at a hidden clinic that specialised in one thing only: turning boys into girls temporarily for a certain period of time and not asking much questions. Dr. Blaine’s agency would provide a set of clothes, new ID and actually transform boys of any age into a girl for any period of time, with a very small fee. This wasn’t about breast forms and normal wigs and make up. Dr. Blaine would actually shape the male into a female based on his build and looks. Breasts of and shape and size would be grown from the guy’s chest and later deflated. She would use quick reacting lotions to shape the body and hair which could be changed from a guy’s cut to a girl’s long wavy hair or anything. Best of all, the male genitalia would be reduced and a peusdo-vulva would be shaped in place.
The subject for transformation was not Charles himself but rather, Charles’s son, Clarence, who had intentionally hacked into a military data system. Clarence was always the rebellious type and just could not be controlled by Charles, who was divorced. However much friction there was between father and son, Charles loved his son very much and did not want him behind bars. Yet, he wanted to teach his son a lesson.
“Dad, release me from this straitjacket NOW!!!!” Clarence screamed as the doctor and his father approached. “Who are you???” he said at the volume.
“Relax, I’ll make you relax,” Dr. Blaine said, aiming a device at him. Zap!! The boy was stunned immediately. “This paralyses him,” she remarked, moving to undo his straitjacket. “He can still breathe and see, but will be unable to move his arms and muscles.”
A few minutes later, Clarence (who would be Claire) was resting on the examination bed of Dr. Blanine, secured with medical restraints. She prodded over his naked body, taking copious notes of his body. 150 cm, 50 kg, not to muscular chest and arms, little hair on legs and limbs, face quite pale, hair love and wavy, and ah hah, she noted, , small sized penis with zero pubic hair. “It can be done,” she said. Clarence/Claire was then shifted into a tub, still naked. A hose was attached for breathing. This would remove the rest of unwanted body hair and shape his body into that of a girl.
Half and hour later, he was dried up and the facial feminisation began. Given Clarence/Claire’s features, she easily shifted him into a girl’s face–cheeks, eyes, ears nose and lips. Within the next hour, his hair miraculously was that of a long wavy kind that hung towards his chests.
“That phase one,” she remarked. “Phase two will be a bit trickier. What size breasts would you like him to have?”
“At least a a C cup, medium size,” the Charles responded.
“Hmm,” she said and positioned him back on the bed. She furiously rubbed lotion across his chests and jabbed it with several needles. An hour later, his flat chest hat two 34C cup breasts. The next part was shaping his neck and changing his voice. The procedure was surprisingly simple: she embedded a certain chip into the nerves near his vocal chords. This would altered his voice into that of a teenage girl. Instead of a tracheal shave,she used some clay-like substance to shape his neck.
After a quick lunch, where Clarence/Claire was still stark naked, the hardest phase began. She rubbed a super-sticky like substance all around his penis which gave out a burning sensation–the drug was beginning to wear off. As he screamed, his penis and testicles shrank. Then, she jabbed them with some other liquid in a syringe and slip a Tena Slip Maxi diaper.
“What will happen next will be quite painful but necessary,” she explained. “your penis will erect and then deflate every few minutes. As it does so, naturally you will be ejaculating. But that’s not the point. The point will be that it will shrink even more. About three hours later, you penis will be unnoticeable. Even the hottest girl will not make it erect. Only then can I construct a pseudo-vulva over it.”
“Ow Ow Ow!!” Clarence/Claire screamed as his penis erected and stuck the adult diaper. So for the next three hours, he suffered and even the cloth to chew on and music couldn’t counteract it. Finally, the nappy was removed, and then the boy-to-girl was placed under Anaesthesia.
About six hour later…(told by Claire)
I awoke, my eyes cloudy and feeling extremely groggy. I tried to lift my arms to rub my eyes but found that I was strapped down again, even more tightly. My throat was as parched as a desert. Thankfully, my eyes cleared. I found that I was on some steel table stark naked still but with some cloth covering my crotch area. My full sense of touch came back and I felt a throbbing sensation there. I thought all the erecting was over. I definitely could not feel my male private part anymore. Shit you dad, I thought, want did you do to me?
Doctor Blaine appeared with a female assistant. “Relax, Claire, everything is ok. But we need to transfer you to a resting bed. You can’t move for a while. ” Somehow, she was right and I felt weak but what the hell did they really to to me? I was helped out to a trolley and wheeled out. Into a small hospital-like room I went. A translucent gown that barely covered my crotch was clipped on. It was then I caught a glimpse of two mounts where my chest. Oh shit, don’t tell me?
They lifted me up and I found myself on some ordinary hospital bed and again medical restraints secured me down. Come on, I’ve technically not been arrested for anything, there’s no need to to do this? And what sort of operation did you do? My head had so many questions but some sort of drug they gave me could not make me think straight. An IV drip was attached to one arm and wires from a heart monitor was attached to my “chest” or were they “breasts”?
“Yes,” the doctor announced, “Yes you are now fully transformed into a girl. Nothing permenant, mind you. But you breasts are as real as any females. You private part is now that of a girls, with the mon pubis, the labia majora and labia minora, a fake clitoris that will not work, the Vulval vestibule, a pudendal cleft, the frenulum labiorum pudendi, the urethra where your pee would now come out from, a fake introitus that formed the opening to a vagina that was not there, a fake hymen that also would not function, a perineum, some unfunctional glands: the sebaceous glands, Bartholin’s glands and Skene’s gland.
(May be continued)