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Male Mistress (pt 4)
When I awoke from the blackout, dawn was tinting the skies outside my window. Sometime during the night it had rained as evidenced by the patterns of water droplets on the window. My throat was sore and I croaked when I meant to clear it. A tube was in my mouth and down my throat. It prevented me from speaking at all. I looked around in a panic and soon my trusty Nurse Beckett was beside me.
"Dear me, child, you do so worry a person. We didn't know what to do about you; you put us all in a scare. You should have told us all your medical history."
I questioned her with an eyebrow.
"I'll let the doctor explain, she's on her way up."
The doctor breezed in, looking fresh for this absurd hour. She did arcane things with the devices connected to me and began making notes. Soon she disconnected the tube down my throat from the machine beside me and waited a moment. Then she nodded and talked to me.
"I am going to take out your breathing tube. You are now breathing fine on your own. You have been for a while now, but until you awoke, we wanted to be safe. Breathe in deeply... and out hard."
I gagged as the tube came out of my throat and then I began coughing. Soon I settled down and they gave me some ice chips to suck on.
"Don't talk yet. I'll tell you what's been happening. Nod or shake if you need to answer. Did you know that you were an XYX hermaphrodite?"
I grimaced in confusion and shook my head.
"I guess that makes sense then. You reacted in a very different way to the cocktail than any man ever has before, except for one. Russel was a poor unfortunate who had been born hermaphroditic. He came here to become the woman he thought he had always been. Because he never told us of his history, he developed a very strenuous reaction to our cocktail and despite our measures, he died. We almost lost you before we realized what was going on. Luckily we caught you and got things back in control.
"Once we had you stabilized, however, we couldn't stop. We had to make all the modifications you requested or we would be in another mess of problems. The changes were proceeding so rapidly that we had to accelerate our plan and make a few modifications on the fly. Nothing terribly bad, but you'll find you turned out better than we hoped.
You see, you do have a womb, and ovaries, and testicles and everything. We kept your penis for you as you requested, but we had to open your vaginal canal and form some labia for you. You can tuck your penis in when it is flaccid and look like a woman if you wish, or leave it hanging free. Whatever you choose, both your primary sex organs work perfectly well, as far as we can tell.
You have had a menstrual period since the process jump started your suppressed feminine parts, but it remains to be seen if you can ovulate. I highly doubt that will ever happen. Medically all the papers say it should be impossible, but then again stranger things have happened."
I looked at her with a question in my eyes and looked deliberately at the clock.
"Oh, yes, you were unconscious for about three weeks. We've been exercising you with electric stimulation and physical therapy. You'll be a little weak but you will be quick to rebound. If you wish to look at a silver lining, you just avoided the most difficult part of the procedure; slept through it you might say. We'll keep you the remainder of the week at least and see how you heal up. You're ready to get up pretty much now. Follow Nurse Beckett's instructions and you'll be out in no time."
Over the next week I went through physical therapy hell. My muscles were not atrophied, but they were terribly weak. I exercised and pushed myself as hard as I could. Two weeks after I got out of bed I was back to a fit shape. Now that wasted away muscles fleshed back out, I could only admire my new form.
I had lost about fifty pounds and more inches that I thought possible. I was now a perfect size eight. My 36D breasts looked outrageous to begin with, but as I got used to them I came to really love them. Nothing I could do could keep them from sagging without a bra, but I was sure that I was happier that way then with obviously fake silicone breasts. My hips flared out and my waist nipped in just like I had always dreamed and my legs seemed longer without the heavy muscles I had as a man. My hair, already long, had seemed to grow more than it should have in the intervening time and was softer, shinier now. When the time came that I was well enough to leave I was confident in my person once more.
A little needle work during my rest periods had made my ill fitting clothing fit much better than it had after my transformation, but better was a relative term. While I was on the campus of the Clinic, the clothing I had was plenty, but soon I was going to go out into the world. I needed better clothing.
One morning after my yoga class, I commented that I needed clothing to Nurse Beckett. The next day, she surprised me with a present. When I opened it, within was the most beautiful thing I had seen in a long time. Most women would not have reacted quite the same way I did, but you must realize, I had never had women's clothing in such a small size that fit me perfectly like these did. All she had given me were a pair of jeans, a new pair of sneakers, plain cotton underwear that fit me perfectly and a nice cotton jersey shirt.
I hugged her tightly in an explosive show of emotion that surprised, but obviously pleased her. She hugged me back gently and patted my hair as I cried happy tears.
"Now, now, dear girl, that's alright. I'm glad you like it. I've never had the chance to do this for one of my charges. They never have changed to the extend you did. Mostly, their female clothing is at worst a little loose when they leave here. I'm glad I could make you a little happy."
"It does so make me happy. I'm glad I'll have something to wear when I leave now. I wasn't looking forward to having to try and alter something I had brought. If only I could go shopping."
"I'm sure that I could get us a little day trip. It would be good for your therapy, and if I was with you, the doctors could be sure that you wouldn't be overdoing it."
"Would you do that for me?"
"Sure, Colleen, I love shopping as much as the next woman, especially since my transformation."
"I didn't know that you were a client."
"Yes, it's a long story, but short form is that I became a nurse here to pay for my operations and liked what they were doing here so much I stayed. I was an army nurse and so I was qualified in nursing, but I couldn't get my desires for becoming a woman satisfied by the Veteran's Administration, if you understand my drift."
I nodded.
She left to continue her duties as I quickly dressed in my new clothing. I never felt so good in just jeans and a tee shirt. Later that night she returned with Dr. Arlen.
"Colleen, it's good to see you in such good spirits. So Nurse Beckett tells me that you'd like to go shopping?"
"I would love to, if that's possible. I have nothing at home to wear, and if not for Nurse Beckett I would not have even this. I'd like to get a few things to go home with at least, but if I can get the chance I'm sure I'd do more than just get a few things."
"Well, you are definitely adjusting well as far as I can tell. You've been showing me stability in your meetings with me and I'm almost ready to sign off on your release. I wouldn't let you out on your own, but I think an evening out with chaperonage would do you well."
I thanked her and Nurse Beckett and I proceeded out to her car. As I got in and settled myself I turned to her.
"So what shall I call you? I can't very well call my shopping buddy Nurse Beckett can I?"
She laughed, "That is true. You can call me Jane. I used to be Sergeant James Beckett before I came and searched out how I could get my change. I lost all my family and friends with my desires, but I think I've found a new family here. It's not the same, but it's just as well, I think."
"I'm sorry. I know how it is to lose all you hold dear because of what you are."
"You see, I'm not so much different than you."
I laughed. "No, I guess you are not. Let's demolish some of my credit."
"Well, as to that, I have here your savings. Your procedure, if you remember, was to cost one and three quarter million dollars. When you changed your plan, it was vastly reduced in value to something like one and a quarter of a million. The doctors, in their wisdom, transferred it into an account for you using the power of attorney that you had to grant them and had the bank issue this card to you. You don't have to worry about money quite yet."
I just looked at the card imagining what this represented. I no longer needed Richard. In his rush to own me, Richard had provided me with the means of my freedom. I would stay with him for now as he was still giving me a stipend, a place to live and other such benefits, but if it ever went sour I would have this money to start out again on my own. This money, added to what he deposited for me to reverse the changes that I would never reverse, gave me a very neat little nest egg.
We spent the evening running around town and shopping for various things for me and for Jane. She protested, but I insisted. I bought her things that I thought she looked pretty in and told her that it was the least I could do for her after all she had done for me. Eventually she stopped fighting me and settled in to enjoy herself.
As we shopped, however, I noticed something strange. The town was not what it seemed on the surface. It was a small town, but it had expensive designer stores and restaurants that some larger cities didn't have. As we walked down the main strip we passed another art dealer having an open house. I asked Jane about it.
"Well, we have a genuine blue blood in town. The founder of this town was a wealthy person from back east. He wanted to have a little domain of his own after he had earned all he felt he could and so he set up the town and hand picked the first families so that he would have everything he wanted in a small package. He started the bank here in town to control the economics of the region. Many of those first families did well under his patronage and now we have the aristocracy formed from those families.
"Now the descendants of all the aristocratic families still control things, not by command or anything but by investing in or starting the business they want started. You'll find that most of these restaurants have one or two of the descendents listed as part owners. All in all, it's a nice town, I think."
I agreed with her. The surrounding terrain was beautiful with mountains and forest and a few small lakes. The town had beautiful architecture originating from the late eighteen hundreds and the obviously new buildings had been designed to blend in rather than to clash. I figured that some day I could find myself settling here.
Eventually we were all shopped out. I was exhausted and Jane's car was filled to the brim leaving only slightly enough room for us to ride in. I had bags and bags of clothes and had boxes in which to pack them in. I had decided that it was cheaper and easier to send my new wardrobe home by UPS.
Jane and I dragged everything up to my room and I spread everything out to look it over and try it all on again. We sat up all night trying one thing on after another and packing away things that I felt I didn't need before getting home. Finally, as the sun was rising over the hills Jane and I collapsed, giggling like schoolgirls after an all night slumber party was ending.
I was wearing nothing but panties and Jane was wearing nothing much more. I stopped a moment to really look at her. Her nurse's uniform didn't do anything for her. She was really a quite beautiful woman. Sure, she was large and very muscular owing from her male beginnings but it gave her a rugged beauty. I reached over and touched her face and felt her skin there.
Shyly she turned away from me but I moved closer to her and caught her eye.
"Thank you for the great day. You are a great friend and I couldn't have done it without you."
"Could I ever be more than a friend?" she asked, blushing fiercely.
I tilted her face back up to face me. As she looked in my eyes I kissed her gently on the lips. She looked surprised briefly, but soon she took over, not letting it become a platonic kiss.
She leaned me back across the bed and curled up beside me, reaching a hand up to cup and caress my new breast. When I tried to return the favor she pushed my hand away and continued to explore my body. She began to control things and I just laid back and let her do as she wished.
Our kissing got deeper and more insistent. My penis, still strong and virile, began to force my panties out in a tent. Her knee slid up over my legs and her thigh pressed against my remaining manhood to massage and taunt. I ground my hips up and into her thigh, but she held me firmly down against the bed.
She broke the kiss finally and looked me in the eye. Her desire was evident. I smiled, "You're in control now. Do as you wish."
She smiled and slid down my body. Her hand on my breast was replaced by her mouth. She nibbled and sucked at my nipple, drawing gasps from the new feelings deep within me. Her hand, thus freed, began to work my panties over my hips and down my legs.
I eagerly kicked my panties loose and her hand wrapped tightly around my quickly growing cock. She stroked firmly bringing me to full attention in moments.
I groaned pitifully when she let go of my nipple and she chuckled. She stood up beside the bed, quieting me with a fingertip to the lips. She quickly divested herself of her bra and panties and climbed back on to the bed and astride me. With a practiced motion, she guided herself over my cock and slid herself down over me.
I could do no more than groan at the feeling. Here I was a failure at being a man and an almost virgin with women having my first straight sex... and it wasn't. I laughed briefly at the irony of it all.
She looked at me in puzzlement, but I shook my head. "I'll tell you later, I promise," I smiled. She smiled back to me and began slowly sliding up and down my length. I reached up, myself and began to caress and explore her breasts.
She was a surgical transformation and I could feel the difference between her breasts and mine. It was not unpleasant, but it was definitely different. They stood out proudly and firmly despite her bouncing. I touched and explored her breasts with my fingertips and drew happy sighs from her. She, for her part, returned the favor tugging and pulling on my nipples.
I am sorry to say; almost a month of abstinence did not help me to remain in this happy state for long. The feeling of my new breasts and the heightened sensations that the change had granted me sent me quickly to the brink of climax. In a bare minute I was shaking and trembling as I began to orgasm.
Jane, for her part, ground herself down over me and waited for my orgasm to subside. When I began to apologize she stopped me.
"No, don't worry. I shared a great moment with a new good friend. Don't ruin it by apologizing for doing nothing wrong."
She got up after kissing me deeply. Then she began dressing. I saw her out claiming one more kiss and then I quickly picked up the room and fell to the bed to sleep most of the morning away. When she came in that afternoon, we chuckled over the rings under our eyes, but we weren't weird with each other as I feared. Before she left that evening we made love once more and this time I got to return the favor.
At the end of the week I had one last physical examination and psychological interview. The two doctors met with me and went over the results. My new vagina and my old penis were both in good working order. My heart and system were strong and working well after the major trauma I had been through. They both signed the bottom of my release papers and told me I was free to go. I thanked them and ran off to see Jane. We laughed and jumped around my room together celebrating my return to freedom.
Now that Drs. Arlen and Moore had given me clean bills of health, I packed up my things and bid a fond adieu to Nurse Beckett. I had Jane promise me that we'd stay in touch and that when she next had the opportunity she'd come visit me and stay a while. She promised me and I hugged her tightly in good bye.
In no time, I was once more ensconced in a small performance convertible automobile and speeding down the highway. I was wearing a denim micro miniskirt and a camisole with built in brassiere with nothing else over them for the first time ever as a woman. I had real cleavage and with a gaff I was never going to show, especially since my soft penis resided squashed up between my new labia. I could sit with my legs uncrossed if I wanted and no one would ever know the difference.
I pulled up to the airport car rental office and stepped out of the car. I caught the attendant watching my legs as I stepped out of the low sports car and I couldn't help but feel good. I was now a very desirable looking woman if his failure to stop staring meant anything. I smiled at him to reassure him he had done nothing wrong when he finally caught himself. I gathered up my purse and my carry on bag, giving him a good view of my ass as I did so, and turned to check in to my flight.
Again I found myself sitting in first class and enjoying a glass of wine. My seatmate was a good conversationalist, but even had I wanted to, he would have never been another mile high rendezvous. Father Sullivan understood that not everyone had to be a practicing Catholic to be good company and spent the flight laughing and chatting with me. All in all, he was better company than most of the other occupants of first class would have been. I was glad that someone suggested he ask to be bumped forward into the empty first class seat.
I got home in good time, this time having the jet stream work in my favor. When we arrived early to the airport I expected to be waiting for my ride. When Sandy didn't show up after being an hour late, however, I thought something might be wrong. I hailed a taxi and rode home, wondering what was up. When I got there, I found evidence of something wrong.
Boot prints on my front door made it look like someone had been trying to force their way in. I tried my key, but the door was jammed shut. I went around to the side door and let myself in that way. I moved slowly and carefully through my house, kicking off my heels in case I had to run. There was nothing amiss inside as it seemed the front door had held. It wasn't a burglar that had tried to enter. Nothing was missing as far as I could tell and the glass sliding door was undamaged. That would have been the most logical entry had someone wanted to steal something.
When I stepped on something wet I looked down to see blood. I froze and noticed the trail. I followed it to my bathroom and what I saw prompted me into overdrive.
Sonny was on the floor of the bathroom, crumpled in a heap. Her face was swollen and scabbed where the blood had finally been stopped. She was shaking and crying and her clothing was hanging off her in tatters. I fell to her side and gently gathered her up in my arms. I carried her out of the bathroom and down the hall to the garage. I put her in the passenger seat and belted her in and then I ran back inside. I tore open my carry on and pulled out a pair of jeans and my sneakers. I changed quickly and then I went to my gun vault. Quickly I spun out the combination and took out a pistol and put it in a small of back holster and covered it over with a light windbreaker.
In no time I was back in the garage and had the car started. I pressed the garage door opener and watched as it opened. I noticed the legs through the gap and hit the power door locks. When the door was open enough, I started moving. The man standing there had to jump to get out of the way. Sandy saw him as I passed by and shrieked in terror.
"No, it's ok! We're leaving. I'm here and I'm going to protect you. I promise!" I shouted to calm her. I had to restrain her with one arm to keep her from trying to get out of the car.
I slammed the car into drive as soon as I was out of the drive and screeched off down the road.
"We're gone, we're safe." I kept repeating to her as I drove quickly down the road. Soon she calmed down and stopped shrieking. All she had left were sobs and groans.
Carefully I began tearing my false nails off as I was driving down the road. I was afraid I might have to shoot whoever did this to her to protect her or myself and I didn't need long nails getting in the way. When she asked me what I was doing, I wasn't prepared for the question.
"I'm getting ready to shoot a pistol, just in case I need to."
"Why... What... "
"Sandy, someone did that to you and I don't know who it was. If you want to tell me who did this and what happened you can, but until then I'm preparing for anything. I am assuming by your reaction that it was the guy standing outside my garage. If he comes after you again, I'm going to kill him. If he comes after me for helping you, I'll kill him. But, since I don't know who it is, I'm preparing to defend myself from anyone."
"It was my step father. I told him I wasn't going to be molested by him anymore and I was going to tell mom. He beat me and raped me and then he beat me some more. He kept saying that it was his word against mine and that mom wasn't going to believe me." She began sobbing again. "I just thought I could be strong like you and it would all be ok. How could I be so stupid?"
"No, honey, you're not stupid." I stroked her hair out of her face and looked at her in quick glances as I kept driving. "You were trying to take back your life. Now you can. You have evidence now. You can get it all to go away, but we have to do this carefully. Do you trust me?"
She nodded her head and grabbed my arm to her tightly.
"Then do what I say. If you aren't comfortable with something I say or do, tell me in private when it comes up so it doesn't look like I am coaching you, but we can make this work."
She nodded again.
I drove up to the hospital and parked in the emergency parking area. I brought her in to the emergency room and had the doctors examine her. I suggested to a nurse that I thought a rape kit should be done. She nodded and went off to do it. When she came back and asked what relation I was to the victim, I told her 'guardian'. The nurse looked doubtfully at that, but since I had brought Sandy in, I was told that there was good evidence if she ever decided to press charges. I paid with my new credit card for the visit and we went out to the car.
Once there I asked where her mother was. She told me where her mother worked and I drove there. We went in together and I confronted her mother.
"Do you want to go to jail with your husband, or would you like to buy your freedom?"
The woman looked at me with nothing but confusion on her face.
"Your husband just raped and tried to kill your daughter. We have proof at the hospital right now. As far as I can tell, you were an accessory to this and I will testify to this in court. I seem to recall seeing you watching her being molested and doing nothing about it."
"I never did any such thing!"
"But with the evidence, I will be much more believable to a jury, and that's all that matters; isn't it?"
"You wouldn't do that."
"I would and I will. I would do more, but it wouldn't help Sandy any."
She saw the look in my eyes then, I guess, because she suddenly looked nervous.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to go with me right now to a lawyer. Once there you will transfer all your parental rights to me. You will then move very far away. You can take your husband with you or not. I don't care. But if either of you ever come back to this town I will have Sandy proceed with the prosecution of the case. Thankfully because of the way the laws were changed a few years ago, there is no longer any statute of limitations."
She sat there and thought about it. She seemed about to get a little backbone, so I put a stop to that. I pulled my pistol out, racked the slide, dropped the hammer with the safety and returned it to the holster. This was a practiced motion. It showed her I was proficient with the weapon and was not just carrying it. It also showed I was not afraid of using it.
"If you decide to return and I feel... What is that saying, 'In fear of my life?' I will shoot you and your husband dead. This deal won't last long."
She was definitely afraid of me now. Sandy, who had been hiding behind me saw this and began to get a little bolder. She was seeing how this was going and began to think she would be safe now.
Sandy's mom nodded briefly. When I gestured, she led the way out of her office and down a few floors to a lawyer's office. Soon I had a signed and notarized legal document removing parental rights from Sandy's mother and placing her guardianship in my hands. Since her stepfather had never adopted her, in this state he had no rights for us to worry about. We left the office and I said one last thing to her mother.
"You have one week to get out of here. If I see you or your husband on my property, I will shoot you. If I see either of you in town after that time, I will start proceedings to have you convicted of her rape and attempted murder. You can leave anything that belongs to Sandy in the house and we will collect it after you are gone. That is all, now go away."
As her mother walked away, Sandy began to smile once more. I took her home and I tucked her into the bed. I promised her I'd be here when she woke up and I left her to sleep. I went out into the living room and placed the pistol on the table beside me. I stayed up all night expecting the worst, but it never materialized.
In the morning Sandy and I had breakfast and we began to figure out what we were going to do with our new reality. When she and I had finished eating, I took her to the family room and hugged her tightly as we sat on the couch together. I asked her to tell me what had happened if she was able. She had to work up the courage to go over it again, but soon she told me in detail what had happened to her on the day before. I held her tightly as she told her story and comforted her when the story turned to sobs.
I rocked her in my arms and softly coo'ed that it was all over. He wasn't going to be able to hurt her ever again. I was going to teach her what I knew of self-defense and I was going to make sure she was safe forever more. Or at least as safe as anyone could ever be.
She looked at the pistol I still had beside me and looked back at me. I anticipated her question and answered her.
"No, not yet. I will teach you how to use all the firearms I own and teach you the proper way to use them, but I won't just give you a gun and call you protected. In untrained hands a firearm is more dangerous to the wielder than it is to anyone else. I can teach you a lot, but if you really want to carry a firearm I will also enroll you in real classes.
I have always liked shooting sports, learned from my father, but I really learned how to shoot for IPSC competition. Took two regional meets, but didn't qualify for nationals. You could do as well if you want, but you don't need to be that good. If you can show proficiency and sensibility, I will then think about buying you your own pistol for defense. If you go shooting with me and enjoy it, then I will probably buy you a sporting weapon."
"I understand," she nodded. "I think I do want to learn to defend myself. You seem so capable and I want to be like you. I don't want this to happen to me again."
"I can't guarantee it won't happen again even if you know how to defend yourself. You can prepare all you want, but occasionally even all the preparation in the world doesn't help. With the training I can give you and get for you, you will have the best possible chance, but that's all I can give you."
"It's better than feeling helpless like I do now. I want to do it."
"Good. Now, today is supposed to be the weekend. What shall we do?"
"Can we start right away?"
I hugged her tightly. "Yes, we can." I dug around and found all of my old firearms training manuals and brought out a rifle and shotgun to give concrete examples. We spent the day in learning the rules of safe firearm handling and the terminology and anatomy of weapons. It was mostly a day of getting comfortable.
There wouldn't be any shooting for a while. The 'classroom' exercises went first. The first day went well. She was excited and was definitely a good learner. We went to bed that night tired but excited.
I had no guest bed or anything, so I made a decision. I treated this situation as a short term 'slumber party'. I made the fact we were sharing a bed into an innocent thing. We changed into pajamas, and with a friendly goodnight, we went to bed. In the night, however, she cried softly and I gathered her into my arms and cuddled her closely. She settled and slept after a short while.