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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now.

A Permanent for life.

By Sandy Sullivan

A permanent wave leads to a permanent change of life.

It was very lonely in my room, but it had been lonely in all of the rooms I had lived in. My Mother and Father had been killed in a car, bus accident during my first semester at college, Since I had no other relatives and no money of my own I had sold their house and with the life insurance money and the settlement from the bus company, I was relatively well off. I had decided to continue at college and was able to live well and pay all of my tuition. But now having graduated with a major in photographic journalism, and minors in business and computer science, I had barely over $ 250,000 left. I know that seems like a lot of money but at the present low interest rates it only provides $ 17,000 annual income. I had sworn to myself not to spend any more of the principle, so I needed some work real soon.

I was determined to make it as a photo journalist, but so far had not been able to land a position in that field. I guess I will take a look through the trade papers again, maybe something quick will show up. "Hey here is one" I exclaimed.

"Leading Professional Beauty Magazine desires complete set of photos, start to finish, of a patron receiving a machine permanent wave. Photos needed to illustrate article on the history of permanent waves. Fee $2000 will advance half on receipt of signed contract. Contact Ms. Sybil Smythe, --- Chicago, IL 312-3---2---"

Wow, a little panic always livens things up! I have already spent most of the advance, and after phoning 34 beauty shops I haven't found any that still use machines to give permanent waves. The last shop I called gave me the name of one that might still use this method, and it is only a couple of blocks from here. I guess I will go get some lunch and then walk on over there and inquire. The sandwich wasn't too bad but the crowd of middle aged businessmen sure gave me a fit about my shoulder length blond hair. Some people really get uptight about anyone that looks different from them. I don't suppose you could blame them though, I am not very tall and do have a slender build. I fact I am actually about the size, or a little smaller than most of the women I know. Not that I know very many, I have always been very shy, and have never even had a real date. Somehow I have never had the courage to approach a girl for a date. Of course I have been out to the clubs but only in a group. I love to dance and usually the girls ask me to dance because of my ability. The truth is I am still a virgin at 21. I really like women, but maybe it is because I have always felt I wasn't man enough for them, that has kept me from having a close relationship.

"The Sisters" is really quite impressive. A large colonial styled brick building with it's own parking lot. It certainly looks prosperous, well here goes, I have never been in a real beauty salon before. I always have my hair shaped and trimmed in one of those Unisex places in the mall. Well I don't guess they will bite.

"May I help you" said the very tall, very blond

receptionist as she looked down at me.

I couldn't help staring as I stuttered and stammered trying to explain why I was there.

"I am sure we cannot be of any assistance to you, we do

still use machines but only for a few special customers,

and we don't hav sure we cannot be of any assistance to you, we do

still use machines but only for a few special customers,

and we don't have appointments for that service coming up."

"Oh, here is of the owners, she may know of something."

"Hi,I am Margaret Merrill, I'm sorry but at this time I'm

afraid you are out of luck."

Boy this place is full of tall beautiful women, Ms. Merrill was also tall and a very striking brunette.

"But Ms. Merrill" I tried to explain "I must get a set of

photos of someone, I have already spent my advance and must

mail the photos by the day after tomorrow. Maybe if I would

pay for the service one of your employees would agree to be

the subject."

Ms. Merrill replied,"I do sympathize with you young man, but

all of my operators wear their hair in certain styles to

promote current trends in hair fashion. None of them are in

need of a permanent wave at this time."--------"But wait if

you are really as desperate as you say, why not let us give

you the permanent?"----

"Me" I gulped, "But I'm sure they want it to be a woman."--

"Young man, with the proper clothes and a little makeup no

one would know the difference. Besides, that is the only

solution for your problem that I can offer."

"But who would take the pictures" I offered weakly.

" I am sure you could show us how to operate your camera, it

doesn't look too complicated. But make up your mind, we will

have to start soon as it will take several hours to complete

this little project, and it is almost 2 o'clock now." Ms.

Merrill replied.

"Do you really think it would work? --- what can I do with

my hair after you finish? --- I mean can you put me back

like I am?" I nervously stammered.

"Yes" she laughed "it will work and if you don't like the

way you look when we finish we can always straighten your

hair.

Now if you will just go with Janice she will help you change clothes and appearance so we can get started on our little project."

Janice, the operator who had just walked up conferred a few moments with Ms. Merrill, then took me by the hand and led me toward the rear of the establishment. Janice opened the door to what appeared to be a dressing and bathroom area.

"Take off all of your clothes and I will obtain an outfit

for you" she instructed.

"All of them?"

"Yes all of them, you must wear the proper foundation

garments if you are to present a realistic appearance."

When I had finished stripping, Janice measured my chest, waist, and hips and asked what size shoes I wore. She then entered a large walk in closet and returned with several items. As she instructed I managed to struggle into a cleverly padded all in one garment. For some reason, as I was getting into this garment, I was beginning to feel a strange exhilaration and I had to place my erected member in an upright position. Janice told me to suck in my stomach as she pulled the back zipper up. This garment was padded in the hip, buttock, and breast areas so that I now appeared to have a very feminine shape. Because of the powerful restricting qualities of the garment I was required to stand in a very erect manner. Of course this caused the padded breasts and buttocks to be emphasized even more. Janice then assisted me in donning a pair of stockings and showed me how to attach them to the special tabs provided on the foundation garment. I could not help blushing, as I was sure Janice was aware of the strangely exciting effects the stockings were adding to my already exhilarated state. Next was a beautiful beige blouse of some soft and silky material that was decorated at the cuffs and neck with delicate ruffles of lace. To this she added a pair of brown pleated pants with a back zipper. On my feet she placed a pair of brown shoes similar to penny loafers only with a higher heel and more delicately styled.

"Come sit at the vanity so I can apply a little makeup."

instructed Janice. "Just lipstick should do for now, we will

do a complete make over later in the process. Now, if that

is where you would like to start your photo series, we can

return to the reception area."

The shoes Janice had provided were quite comfortable, but the foundation garment was so restrictive I had to sway my hips in a feminine way to walk. Ms. Merrill was waiting at the reception desk when we returned. She greeted me in a manner that seemed to increase my excitement even more.

"My, you look like a perfect young lady, and we haven't

even begun to change you." Ms. Merrill said.

Change me! Was there some hidden meaning in her statement? But before I could question her or even think about it very much Ms. Merrill had snapped several shots of me entering the door, and Janice was leading me to the working area of the salon. At this time I can not even remember agreeing to let them give me the machine permanent, but it seemed the resistance I had initially felt to this idea was rapidly vanishing. Although I had not seen myself in a mirror yet, the clothing I was wearing was having a definite effect on me. I seemed to feel very passive, and was actually filled with anticipation for what was to come.

Janice led me into a room set off from the main salon. It contained a mirrored wall with low cabinets in front of it, a shampoo bowl and chair, a styling chair facing the mirrors, and a hair dryer attached to a chair. In one corner was a large machine on a stand that I assumed must be the permanent wave machine. It had a large number of insulated wires, with clamps on the end of each, dangling from what I thought must be a control head since there were several dials, lights, and switches on the front of the large round top. I had no idea at this time what part the machine was to play in the waving process but it was most imposing, maybe even frightening.

"Please remove your blouse, we don't want to spill any thing

on it."

Janice's words startled me back to attention, I must have been staring at this machine longer than I realized.

"Put on this smock and lean back at the shampoo bowl."

Janice instructed.

Janice was very thorough and I really enjoyed the way she shampooed my hair. Wrapping a towel around my hair like a turban she told me to be seated in the styling chair. She removed the towel and used it to dry my hair and then used a blow dryer and brush until it was barely damp. While she was drying my hair I was staring at myself in the mirrors and as she fluffed my hair out the excitement I had been feeling seemed to grow even more. Perhaps because of the excitement or maybe fear I had begun to tremble and now was actually shaking. She began removing trays of different items from the cabinets and placed them along the top in convenient reach. We were now joined by Ms. Merrill, who was carrying my camera, and another beautician whom she introduced as Tara.

"Oh my, you are shaking like a leaf. said MS. Merrill. "Tara,please bring some wine to help soothe her jitters."

As soon as I had drunk the wine a warm glow seemed to fill me and soon my shaking had stopped. I did not drink normally but if wine makes you feel this good I will certainly try it again. Ms. Merrill noted that I had calmed down and told Janice to proceed.Ms. Merrill began taking photos as Janice and Tara, one on each side, started working on me. Beginning with a center part each operator would section off a small amount of hair and pull it through a slit in a rectangle of some sort of felt like material. This piece was placed next to my scalp with the section of hair extending through the center. They would then place a clamp like device over the felt pad and secure it around the hair. Next they applied a creamy looking lotion from a squeeze bottle and combed it through the section of hair. After the lotion had been applied they would place a metal roller at the end of the hair section and roll it toward the scalp, securing the roller to the clamp. Janice and Tara continued with this procedure rapidly and soon had most of my head covered with these roller devices. While Ms. Merrill took another photo of this stage of the process she inquired--

"How do like your conversion so far?"

I was at a loss as to what reply I could give, I seemed to be in a trance and all I could do was sit passively and watch the amazing change in my appearance that was occurring. With the rollers all over my head I looked just like a woman! Whether this strange sense of passiveness was due to the fumes from the lotion, which smelled very strongly of ammonia, or to the waves of excitement that were coursing through me. I seemed to sense some sort of ominous overtones in Ms. Merrill's question, what could she mean by conversion? ----- Although I could not remember actually agreeing to have the permanent wave put in my hair, things had happened so fast and progressed so far I was afraid to back out now. I certainly could not just walk out in this condition. I must admit that I was enjoying the great feelings of excitement and anticipation that had come over me. Even though I was beginning to suspect that Ms. Merrill had more in store for me than just a permanent wave I seemed powerless to resist. The restriction of the foundation garment constantly reminded me of the huge erection I had, and it seemed to be growing by the minute.

The two operators had finished securing the last roller and all of my hair was now completely fastened up in these curling devices. Such strangely exciting feelings coursed through me as I stared at my reflection in this condition. Janice re-wet all of my hair on the rollers with the same lotion, and asked me to please be seated in the chair under the permanent waving machine. As I arose from the styling chair I realized just how heavy and uncomfortable these rollers were. Ms. Merrill had taken photos of the completed rolling and now that I was seated in the chair was taking more as Tara commenced placing a clamp over each roller. These clamps were attached to insulated wires that hung from the head of the machine. The clamps were cylindrical and completely covered the hair wound on the roller. I watched my reflection in the mirrored wall with fascination, each time Tara attached another clamp my excitement and euphoric feeling seemed to mount to a higher level. It was obvious to me now that any idea I might have had about backing out was impossible. I was securely fastened to the machine with so many wires and clamps, that only one of the operators could free me. I sensed that Ms. Merrill had no intention of allowing that to happen. My hair was going to be permanently waved by these women and there was nothing I could do now to stop it. Tara had now completed placing all of the clamps, and was adjusting dials and switches on the control panel of the machine above my head.

"Well since we have you safely secured I shall take some

photos now, and then I must attend to certain other details

of your conversion. Tara has set the controls to the proper

temperature and timing to give you a firm and long lasting

curl. You will be connected to the machine for about an

hour, so Janice will be able to do something about improving

your hands while you are processing. If your head becomes

too hot, or you think one of the clamps is burning your

scalp, let Janice know immediately." with that informative

but chilling statement Ms. Merrill left Janice to attend me

while I sat bound to this machine.

How did I get myself into this predicament?. It is almost as if these women were just waiting for me so they could do this. No, surely that is not true this is a business place, they make money by fixing peoples hair, it must be my imagination. But it certainly appears that they are enjoying themselves. What can I possibly do when this ordeal is over? Obviously my hair is to be firmly and permanently curled by this machine. Even though I don't have any relatives or close friends, my landlady, and the women at the grocery store, and the restaurant are bound to know my hair has been curled. How can I face them? What if somebody recognizes me from the pictures,---- and "conversion" what does Ms. Merrill mean by that?----- Is that just a figure of speech?

"Your other hand!" Janice said shocking me back from my worries. She had set up a manicure table, attached some false nails to my left hand, and now was proceeding to do the same to my right hand.

"Why are you doing that to my hands, I just wanted pictures

of a hairdo." I asked.

"Ms. Merrill gave instructions that we are to make you

appear completely feminine and as beautiful as possible. She

wants the pictures to be as realistic as possible." Janice

replied.

Oh my, how will I ever get this all undone? As I worried what was happening to me, Janice shaved both of my hands and forearms with an electric razor. She filed the false fingernails into long slender ovals and then applied a clear polish to each nail.

"I will only apply the base coat now since I won't know what

color to use until your makeup is done." Janice told me.

While Janice was placing the manicure table by the hair dryer I became aware of how uncomfortable I was. The weight of all the steel rollers and clamps was making my neck tired, especially since I could hardly turn my head because of all the wires connecting me to the machine. At least the smell from the lotion wasn't as strong as it had been, but the heat from the machine clamps was really uncomfortable. I called to Janice telling her how hot my head was becoming.

"That is to be expected". she replied. " This process

operates on the principle of increasing heat. The lotion we

applied softens the hair so it will assume the shape of the

curlers. The machine generates heat through the clamps

fastened over the curlers. The increasing heat causes the

lotion to steam out of the hair and hardens the hair into

the new shape on the curler. The machine will cut off in

a few more minutes so just be patient."

Janice rolled a cart in front of me that contained a TV monitor and VCR. She started a tape and then brought a miniature set of headphones and placed them in my ears. Janice left the room as the tape began to play scenes of beautiful landscapes, seashores and mountains. The sound to this tape was of some strange New Age music that repeated itself periodically. As I watched and listened a soothing, peaceful, and happy feeling came over me. I did not seem to be any less excited, only less anxious and fearful. Ms. Merrill returned to the room with Tara just as the machine clicked off. Janice donned a pair of gloves and removed the hot clamps from my head. Ms. Merrill snapped several photos of this being done and said.

"Now that your hair has been curled, we must cool it before

removing the curlers. If you will go back to the styling

chair Janice and Tara will start the cooling."

As I rose from the chair under the machine I almost fell. It must have been the continuous excitement, the smell of the waving lotion and the heat from the permanent wave machine that had made me feel so weak. Ms. Merrill assisted me to the styling chair and said.

" I'm sure you will find the rest of your conversion will

not be so uncomfortable."

Janice and Tara each used a small blower to cool my hair, and it certainly was a relief. They soon shut off the blowers and started removing the rollers, clamps and pads. As they removed each one a long golden ringlet would fall until soon my head was a mass of golden curls. When the last roller had been removed, Janice led me to the shampoo bowl and rinsed my hair. Ms. Merrill snapped several more photos of these proceedings. After the rinse I was returned to the styling chair, and with a towel around my hair I placed a new roll of film in my camera. Janice combed some liquid through my hair and started setting it on plastic rollers, using clips to hold each roller in place. AS Ms. Merrill took more pictures she said.

"She is setting your hair in a certain pattern so that we

will be able to arrange it in a suitable style."

As soon as this was completed another beautician, who apparently was the makeup artist, looked my face over carefully and after comparing some color samples with my face told Janice what color nail enamel to use. As she left the room Janice placed me under the hair dryer and Ms. Merrill took photos of me under the hair dryer. While my hair was drying Janice applied a soft pink color to my nails and then a coat of clear sealer. As she finished one hand and then the other I was amazed at how feminine my hands now were. Having finished my nails, Janice brought me another glass of wine and repositioned the video cart and started the tape before again leaving the room.

As the dryer droned on my mind began going over everything that had been done to me. Never could I remember having been so excited and for such a long period. My testicles were actually beginning to ache. Glancing from my hands to my reflection in the mirror I wondered why I was enjoying what these women were doing to me. As they increasingly changed my appearance the strange feelings within me became more overwhelming. I drank the wine and began to look at the tape again since I had enjoyed it so much the first time.

Ms. Merrill and Janice returned just as the dryer turned off. Ms. Merrill took several pictures and then said.

"We will soon be through and I just know you will be

delighted with your new appearance."

Janice placed a satin bonnet over my curls and led me to the makeup room. In the center of the alcove devoted to makeup was a large padded bench over which was suspended a large light fixture. Near one end were several machines with various dials and switches that I assumed were for giving facial treatments. Elaine, the makeup artist, told me to lie down on this bench. After arranging a cloth over my clothing, she placed a dark pad over each eye.

"It is necessary to shield your eyes from the bright light I

will be using. I will be shaping eyebrows to begin with. You

will feel a pricking sensation, but just remain absolutely

still until I have finished." Elaine advised.

It seemed forever before she removed the pads from my eyes, the pricking sensation she had mentioned felt more like being repeatedly stuck with a needle. She produced a hypodermic syringe and told me she was going to deaden my earlobes so the earrings wouldn't bother me. She said people who had not worn earrings before found them uncomfortable. She Injected each ear and then began applying makeup to my face, eyes and lips. As she attached a gold loop to each ear I was glad she had deadened them. It felt just like she had punched a hole in my earlobe. Ms. Merrill had been taking photos while Elaine was working on me and she handed me my camera so I could change the film again. Janice had me remove the smock and replace it with the ruffled blouse I had worn earlier. I was then brought back to the room where the permanent wave had been given and seated in the styling chair. Janice removed the satin bonnet and started taking the rollers out. As she removed the rollers my hair stayed in the shape it had been set in. Sitting in the chair wearing a feminine smock, and with my set hair, I looked just like a woman,--- and I liked looking like a woman! What was happening to me? My appearance had been so drastically changed already and I was actually wanting them to hurry so I could see myself when they finished! Janice then began brushing and combing my hair. I could see while she worked that she was arranging my curls in an updo. Ms. Merrill had been taking pictures while Janice worked and as Janice finished my hair style by applying hair spray Ms. Merrill said.

"With your fair skin I new it would be easy to complete

this first part in your conversion."

As I gazed at my reflection I saw a beautiful young lady! Piles of artfully arranged golden curls, a beautiful face with long dark eyelashes, sweepingly arched eyebrows, seductively pouting pink lips, gold loop earrings dangling from pierced ears this was me! ...I stared at what I had become until the mounting waves of passion completely overcame me as I blissfully fainted.

" I believe that you have a new member for our little

family Ms. Merrill, he has fainted from excitement!"

exclaimed Janice. "Yes and the stain on the front of his

slacks is the proof. It seems our little photographer is to

willingly become a slave to his new found beauty. The proper

pharmaceuticals in the wine and that tape with the sublimnal

messages are quite effective in creating the desire to be

a woman. Please revive him at once as I have many more

surprises for our new girl to be."

PERM-TWO

By: Sandy Sullivan

Part two of the adventures of a young man who receives a permanent wave and finds himself being led into permanent changes in his life.

Wow , the sharp smell of ammonia burned my nose as I awakened, I must have fainted. As my eyes cleared I could see a spreading stain on the front of my pants and I blushed with embarrassment as I realized I had ejaculated while looking at myself in the mirror. I raised my eyes to the mirror, yes it was true and not a dream, my hair had been permed, set, dried and arranged beautifully, my eyebrows were highly arched, my face had been made up, and as I reached up to touch the dangling earrings, I saw my false polished nails and confirmed that my ears were pierced. My eyes met those of Janice in the mirror as she watched me stare at myself. Embarrassed or not I could not stop looking at my beautiful new self. I am beautiful --- and I love it, what in the world has happened to me. I should not be thinking this way--before today I had never had any desire to look like a girl. But, I could feel my excitement growing again and moved my hands to hide the beginning of another erection!

"Don't be embarrassed!, obviously you have just had a

wonderfully exciting experience. I think it is just

terrific that you could climax while looking at your

new found beauty. If you think you have recovered enough

why don't you come over here and I will take some pictures

of you now that we have finished with the permanent wave

you wanted. Just drape the jacket over your arm and that

will hide the spot in your pants." Said Janice.

As I got up out of the styling chair, I realized I was still a little shaky. Since I had never fainted before in my whole life I didn't know this was normal. Janice took several pictures of me in the styling room . Standing by the permanent wave machine, and by the styling chair. Then we walked through the salon to the reception area and she took several of me at the reception desk and waving as I went through the door. I was a lot less shaky now and was actually enjoying the posing . While we were walking through the salon I noticed there were no more patrons and realized how late it was. I had been so engrossed in my now beautiful self I hadn't even thought about what I was going to do. Maybe I will be able to sneak into my room tonight without being seen. Tomorrow I can worry about how I can cope with the world. Ms. Merrill said they could straighten my hair if I did not like it but what can I do about my arched eyebrows and pierced ears. But wait, tomorrow will be soon enough, right now I just want to enjoy how I look. Oh wow, did I really think that? What am I doing I should not be thinking like that! I started out today just to get some pictures and somehow all this happened and now I look like a beautiful young woman. Janice had said they were finished with the permanent wave I had wanted. I didn't come here wanting a permanent wave, but now I am thrilled because they did it to me. I can't go back to my normal life looking like this, but oh God I love how I feel and look.

"If you will come with me we will get you cleaned up for

dinner with Ms. Merrill as she wants to speak to you."

Janice smiled and said to me.

I followed Janice back to the same dressing room where all of this had started, where she instructed me to again remove all of my clothes. She assisted me in removing the body shaper and then after putting on a pair of surgical gloves she opened a foil pack and removed a moist towelette. She began wiping my penis and scrotum and all of the places my ejaculate had touched.

" Please excuse the gloves, nothing personal you understand,

we must be careful however until we have had your blood

tested."said Janice.

She then placed the soiled towelette and her gloves in a special container that she said was an incinerator. I was already embarrassed enough from ejaculating in my pants and fainting. When she had me remove all my clothes and started washing me like a baby I was really mortified. But obviously not embarrassed too much. While she was washing me I couldn't bring myself to watch and instead looked at my reflection in the mirror. Oh no, I am starting to get another erection. What is she talking about, a blood test? I understand her precautions against AIDS but why will I need a blood test. After putting on another pair of gloves she opened another pack and took out another towelette, with this one she only wiped my penis and scrotum. As soon as she started I could feel my penis and scrotal sack going numb. Seeing the anxious look on my face Janice said..

" Don't worry, the numbing effect is only temporary. But

you won't be as likely to soil yourself, or more nice

clothing while these Things are under control.

Besides, I will be able to make your clothing fit better

with Them out of the way. I noticed that even in the air

conditioning you were sweating while we were working on

your conversion, please step into the bath and we will

get you all cleaned up. You really should be all fresh

and sweet for new clothes "

After placing the second towelette in the incinerator she removed her gloves and placed them in also. I stepped into the bath as she instructed and she began rubbing a strongly perfumed lotion all over my body from the neck down, covering everything but the palms of my hands and the soles of my feet. Janice told me to just stand there for a few minutes while she selected a new outfit for me. I started to ask her what the lotion was for but she had already left the bath. As I waited for her to return, I found myself hoping I didn't, mess up my hair or makeup while bathing. The lotion was beginning to burn and itch and when Janice finally returned I told her how uncomfortable it was. She began running water and testing the temperature and then told me....

" As soon as we rinse it off I am sure you will be delighted

with the results."

As she reached up to the shower head I then realized the shower was a flexible hose like you see in motels for handicapped people. She told me to look up and she began rinsing the lotion off of my body. She accompanied the rinse by rubbing her other hand all over my body. She was right, the numbing effect of the towelette had my THINGS under control. She then took a large towel,patted me dry and dusted me all over with a wonderful smelling powder. She handed me another glass of that wonderful wine and told me that might help my discomfort. Reaching over to a pile of underclothing she had brought into the bath she placed a pink corset around my waist as I watched in the vanity mirror. It just seemed natural to automatically face the mirror and check my hair and makeup as soon as possible. I wonder why I did that? I can't remember ever doing that before. As I gazed at my beautiful new appearance, Janice began pulling the laces on the corset. When I protested at how tight she was pulling them she told me....

"Your waist is a little too large you know, and if you

want to be beautiful you will have to be prepared to

suffer. Besides, you know by now that you really do

want to be as pretty as we can make you."

It was true for some unknown reason I wanted very badly to be beautiful. And even though while they were working on me in the salon everything they did to me was uncomfortable, even painful I had been extremely excited by all that they did. And OH!, the results were certainly worth all the suffering. As Janice placed a lovely pink lace padded brassiere over my arms and fastened it in the back. I realized I had never been so happy. She reached inside the cups of the bra and pulled my flesh up causing it to rest on the top of the pads. I was amazed at how this made it look like I had breasts! Janice knelt down and began squeezing my scrotum and I felt a sharp pain as she pushed my testicles back up inside my body. Before I could get my breath back she had secured them there with some tape.

"What are you doing! That really hurts." I cried.

"Ms. Merrill does not allow anyone with a male appearance

upstairs. Since she has been kind enough to invite you to

dine with us, I am helping make your appearance

acceptable. It is obvious that you enjoyed all the pain and

discomfort we put you through today. In fact I wouldn't be

surprised that before long you asked, maybe even begged

for more pain and suffering just so you could stay pretty

and feminine." Janice replied.

Janice took another piece of tape , and while looping it around my penis told me to pull my butt cheeks apart. When I did she pulled the ends of the tape back between my legs and pressed them to my cheeks. Standing back up she handed me a mirror so I could see what she had done. Oh my, everything seems to have disappeared! Even the hair! I hadn't had much hair anyway just some blonde fuzz right around my penis and some that was barely visible on my legs. But now I was as bare as a cue ball.

"There isn't that much prettier now that we can't see those

ugly THINGS anymore. Of course if you need to urinate you

will have to remember to sit. Now turn around and sit on

the vanity stool and put on this pair of hose."Janice said.

I drank some more wine since it really had made me feel better before. The pain from my testicles was subsiding somewhat, but I still sat down very carefully. Surprise, it wasn't as uncomfortable to sit on my penis as I had feared. Janice opened a new pack of very sheer hose and reminded me how to put them on. After I had fastened them properly to the corset tabs, she handed me a pair of lacy pink panties to wear. Before I could pull them all the way up she told me to wait as she unwrapped a sanitary napkin.

"This is in case you have another accident." she smiled.

" I really don't like to clean up that nasty stuff"

Next came a pair of medium heel pink pumps. I sat on the vanity to put them on. Standing up as she brought out a pink dress I found I was not too wobbly. But even the low height of the heels was enough to make me stand more erect which enhanced the illusion of breasts. OOh, I thought as I glanced in the mirror, I hope I don't faint again. Those feelings of excitement I had felt before were fast replacing my embarrassment. She carefully lowered the dress over my hair and zipped it up the back. After adjusting the fit here and there, she placed a diamond pendant on a gold chain around my neck, and a gold bracelet on my left wrist.

"Now turn around and take a look, YOUNG LADY." Janice said.

There was a full length mirror on the opposite wall and I had managed a few glances before, BUT NOW I WAS a vision of a perfect young lady. The pushup bra, the tightly laced corset, the fitted dress top and flaring skirt created an unbelievable image of femininity. Janice, holding me by the shoulders quickly turned me away from the mirror.

"Oh no young lady, we don't have time for another clean up.

We must hurry. It is almost time for dinner." Said Janice.

She must have seen me starting to tremble. Looking at myself in the mirror had brought a rush of intense excitement again! Janice held me by the hand and led me out of the bath. I was having some difficulty walking in the heels until Janice instructed me in how to place my feet so that my toes and heels touched the floor at the same time. After a few steps like this it seemed to come natural and was much easier to walk. We went down a hall to an elevator where Janice pressed the button for the third floor. We exited the elevator into another hall, however this one was decorated very elegantly. Janice stopped at a set of beautiful wooden doors and held one open for me to enter. In the center of this very large room was a huge oval table around which were seated many very lovely women. Janice led me to the near end and had me stand behind the empty chair. Janice seated herself in the chair to my right but indicated for me to remain standing. Ms. Merrill was seated at the head of the table and said --

"Ladies, this is James Sanders."

The meal had already begun, but everyone had focused their attention on me when we entered the room. I wondered how she knew my name ? I don't recall telling anyone my name. Ms. Merrill began introducing me to the women around the table.

"James, she said looking to her right "This is the Honorable Clarice Newman, United States Senator." Turning to her left she introduced " and this is the Honorable Marsha Powers, U.S. Representative; the second person on my right is Her Honor Alicia Dumont, Judge of the state superior court." The second person on my left is Adriana Covington, Doctor of Medicine; the third person on my right is Erica Powell, Doctor of Pyschiatry;......"

And so it went from side to side of the table, at first I wondered why Ms. Merrill did not just go around the table but then I realized that those who seemed to be of greater importance were seated closest to her. I was impressed, here I am seated at a private dinner with some of the most important and powerful women in the country. Ms. Merrill must think that there is something about me that is worthy of such an honor. I was extremely pleased to be here, especially since everyone was so pleasant and seemed happy that I had joined them for the meal. When Ms. Merrill had concluded the introductions she asked everyone to continue eating and enjoy their evening. I was served a salad by a maid in a classic maids outfit, black dress, white apron, and cap. I noticed there were several more maids standing around the room near the walls all of whom were watching very closely the persons in front of them. From time to time they would remove a plate, or fill a glass without anyone saying or doing anything, obviously they were well trained. Janice advised me to not eat too much after the salad since I would become very uncomfortable while wearing the corset. During the meal many conversations were going on around the table and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and the company of the others. When everyone had finished eating Ms. Merrill asked for everyone's attention and said.------

"James came to us this afternoon wanting pictures of a machine permanent wave. Since no one else was available he decided to have us give him the wave. I must say the results are excellent, don't you agree ladies? " After much agreeable comment such as lovely, adorable, etc. I was sure my face must be beet red from blushing. Even though I was blushing I loved every word. How strange, that I should enjoy being described in those terms. However Ms. Merrill did not allow the comments to continue very long and soon resumed.-----

"The hour is growing late and I am sure James is tired from all he has experienced today so I am going to excuse him at this time. Charles since it is so late and it really would not be safe for you to walk home at this late hour. A room has been prepared for you. I would be pleased if you would be our guest tonight and then you and I can talk about your future in the morning."

Janice escorted me to the hall where she introduced me to a small brunette wearing a maids uniform like those in the dining hall except hers was pink.

"Charles this is Felicia, she has been assigned to take care

of you while you staying with us. She will provide for all

of your needs. I will see you again in the morning." With

those words Janice returned to the dining room.

Felicia led the way to the elevator and took us to the second floor. The first thing I noticed was that the hall on the second floor was not decorated at all like the third floor, in fact it was very plain almost like a hospital. Felicia turned right as we got off the elevator and went to the last door on the right side. The interior of the room was much more pleasant, although there was no carpet on the floor. The floors were very shiny vinyl and there was a dresser, a full length mirror and a single bed. As she started unzipping my dress Felicia said

"I must help you prepare for bed. I will help you remove your clothing and your makeup."

I noticed Felicia had not said anything on the way here and that she had a very strong accent when she did speak. While she was helping me get undressed I asked her about where she was from and how she came to be a maid. Her story was very interesting she told me in how she came from the mountains in Central America with her family to this country and how she got separated from her family at the border. She said she was very fortunate to get across and came here with a group of men who went to work as gardeners for the landscape firm that worked the grounds of this establishment. She said one day Ms. Merrill noticed her working in the yard and brought her in and talked a long time to her and that is how she came to work as a maid. I told her I thought it strange that such a small pretty girl was working as a gardener instead of domestic work. She had just finished removing my corset when she totally shocked me by saying that she was a boy when she worked in the garden. I was stunned by that and had to think for a few minutes, during that time she removed all of my makeup and rubbed a very soothing cream into my face and neck. She was so gentle I nearly dozed off. Felicia began to tell me how kind and generous Ms. Merrill had been to her by taking her in and getting citizenship papers for her. She said how hard her life had been living with the gardeners since the work was very hard and the men were always harassing her because she was small. She then had me stand naked in the bath room while she rubbed a very nice smelling cream all over my body. When she went to the closet to obtain clothing for me I finally recovered somewhat from her bombshell of having been a boy and began to ask questions.

"Do you mean you are dressing like a girl so you can work

as a maid?"

"No--" Felicia replied. "Ms. Merrill made me a girl so I

could work for her as a maid.

"You mean you are a girl now? I asked in surprise---

"Yes,-- I am a real girl now, Ms. Merrill make me into real

girl, she is so good to me, she has made me very happy."

"I don't think I understand, Ms. Merrill forced you to become

a girl? You mean you have been operated on?" I asked.

"Yes, I have had the operations, and no I was not forced, in

truth I beg her to make me a pretty girl. But now you must

put these things on to sleep, and no more questions.

Ms. Merrill will talk to you tomorrow and tell you every

thing".she replied as she wrapped a corset around my waist.

"Oh no, not another corset! How am I supposed to sleep in

that." I exclaimed.

"You must wear the corset at all times to have the little

waist. But don't worry this one is not nearly so tight. Now

put on this gown, you must sleep soon to be ready for your

big day tomorrow." Felicia said.

She was right the corset was not too uncomfortable, and the lovely night gown was long and felt very good against my hairless body. Felicia tucked me in and kissed me on the cheek. How sweet I thought, but before I could thank her she smiled and said---

"You are so beautiful, I think maybe you beg too very soon."

With that she turned off the light, closed the door and left the room. A television screen in the wall that I had not noticed before came on and began playing the very same program I had seen in the beauty salon. I thought how am I supposed to sleep with the television going? But I soon heard that lovely music again and found myself becoming very drowsy. I must have had too much of that great wine at dinner.---------------------------------- What did she mean beg,----oh yes now I remember, Felicia said she had begged Ms. Merrill to have her operated on.--------- Me beg to be operated on,--- how silly. I do love the way I look now, and it was so exciting getting the permanent, but asking to be castrated ---no way!------ You know as a photo journalist I work alone ..... maybe I could keep wearing my hair like this. Gosh if I wore makeup too, then it would look natural to wear some of these nice clothes, hmmm my clients would probably never know if I didn't tell them. I might have to do that anyway since they arched my eyebrows and pierced my ears. At least until the eyebrows grow back in, if I don't wear earrings the holes should close up pretty soon. I'll just have to find somewhere to stay until then, where nobody knows me.

"Wake up sleeping beauty. It is time to get ready to see

Ms. Merrill. You don't want to be late for your big day."

Felicia was shaking me, as I tried to crawl up out of the deep sleep I had been in. She had brought a breakfast tray with her and the coffee smell was wonderful. While I sat drinking the coffee Felicia was puttering around in the bath and clothes closet. I was just enjoying the coffee and thinking how nice it felt to sit here in this lovely night gown when I remembered everything that had happened yesterday. I stood and walked over to the mirror to make sure I was not just dreaming. It was real, my eyebrows are arched and the loop earrings are in my pierced ears. Except for the satin sleep bonnet and no makeup I looked just like I had yesterday. It is not a dream, and I could tell the lotion Janice had rubbed on my penis was no longer effective. I was getting another erection looking at my self, this is so strange, but oh how good it feels. Felicia came back in the room and said.

"You must hurry and eat, we must start getting you ready."

"I,m not hungry now I'll just drink the coffee." I said

turning toward her.

"Oh, you like yourself when you are pretty." she said.

I blushed as I realized she had seen my erection pushing against the nightgown. Felicia led me into the bath and removed the satin bonnet replacing it with a bouffant shower cap. After she had removed the corset I stood in the shower while she bathed me. (I could get to like this personal maid business.) Felicia dried and powdered me all over and removed the shower cap. When I stepped back into the room the operator who had done the makeup yesterday was waiting. I hastily pulled my robe together as she told me to be seated at the vanity. She immediately went to work applying the various cosmetics. She carefully explained each item and how to apply them Just as she was finishing Janice entered the room and began refreshing my hairstyle. Soon only Felicia remained and she quickly laced me into a lovely pale lavender corset with pushup padding in the bra cups. Next she produced a latex item similar to a condom but constructed of much stronger and thicker material. Since I was already erect from watching Janice fix my hair, she had no trouble slipping it on and rolling it down. With a quick motion she shoved this sleeve further on, allowing the head of my penis to pop out of the open end. Molded into this sleeve was a long strip of sturdy latex hanging down. Felicia produced a cold wet rag and applied it to the head of my penis causing a rather quick droop. She quickly brought the end of the latex strap back between my legs and fastened it to the back of my corset. Since she had already replaced the tape holding my testicles inside me, I once again had a very feminine appearing groin. She explained that this device was much more secure than the tape and would be more comfortable. Of course I would have to sit to urinate. After putting on very sheer lavender hose, she gave me a beautiful pair of very lacy nylon panties. Again I was given a sanitary napkin to place in my panties. The wrapper on this one said Overnighter with Wings and was very thick. Felicia showed me how to fold the flaps around the crotch of the panties. This pad completely covered me from above the base of my penis to the top of my crack in the rear. Inside the tight panties they were slightly uncomfortable, but some how made me feel very secure and feminine. The dress Felicia had picked was a scoop necked sundress, very light and was a pale lavender and white flower print. Soon Felicia had the dress fastened and adjusted to her satisfaction and led me to the elevator. Again I was impressed by the richness of the decor on the third floor. Felicia knocked on a door and after receiving permission opened the door and closed it behind me. I was standing in a very large room that was furnished as an office. Ms. Merrill was seated behind a huge desk and asked me to please be seated, motioning to a straight back chair right in front of her desk.

"Well James, it was obvious yesterday that you liked the

permanent wave. I think you also like everything that has

happened to you since you came to us yesterday. Now we must

discuss where you go from here. Am I right in thinking you

are a little afraid to return to your place of residence?"

"Yes Ma'am, I do love the way I look and have been very

excited by everything that you have had done to me. But I

am not sure I can think of any explanation for my new

appearance. I am sure my landlady would not understand."

I replied.

MS. Merrill paused for a moment, as if in deep thought, and then said---

"We may be able to help you James, you see while you were in the salon yesterday one of my employees went to your apartment yesterday."

I started to express my surprise and anger, but Ms. Merrill held her hand up and said---

"Please hear me out James. I knew that you would be hesitant

to go home looking like you do now, so I sent one of my

employees to your apartment to help you. She told your

landlady she was a friend of yours and that you had asked

her to go there and pickup some things for you. You had

been called out of town for a job interview and would be

gone for a few days. She was going to meet you at the

airport with your clothes. So you see you don't have to

worry about anyone missing you for a while. However I had

also instructed my employee to look around so we might

learn more about you. I must say I was not too surprised

when she reported that you had numerous books and magazines

about lesbians in your apartment. I already had some

suspicions that you were deeply interested in women, if not

in a totally normal way. I didn't believe any totally

normal male would ever get up enough courage to attempt a

project such as you came to us with. I knew that you had to

have at least some type of identification with women

to not be afraid or embarrassed to come to a real beauty

salon. James I believe it is your fantasy and desire to be

a lesbian."

My emotions quickly changed from surprise and anger that she would have invaded my apartment, to deep embarrassment. She had learned my deepest secret! When I was eleven or twelve we had moved to a new city and our next door neighbors daughter had totally captivated me. Shirley was fourteen, with long curly brunette hair, and absolutely the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. It wasn't long before she had taught me how to orally satisfy her desires. She had been very skillful and had excited me so much that I always ejaculated while satisfying her. When I realized later how she had trained me at such an early age, it was too late and my total sexual desire was to worship at the fountain of woman. Later while at college I had been shared by two lesbian seniors who used me to do menial tasks for them Always controlling me by the reward of allowing me to perform oral sex with them. When they had graduated, the fear of AIDS had, prevented me from seeking another relationship of any kind.

Seeing my embarrassment and the beginning of tears Ms. Merrill quickly said---

"James there is no need for embarrassment! You are among

friends. Everyone in this building appreciates and has a

great respect for every thing feminine. We all understand

your orientation and desires. You see all of us are totally

committed to the female ideal and life-style. All of our

business interests are totally supportive of making people

beautiful, independent of the opinions of others, and in

control of their own destiny. James I believe that you also

might like to join our organization. Here you will be free

to express your delight in femininity. We have learned of

your degree and especially of your minor in computer

science. We have a need in our organization for someone to

manage a new computer project. Perhaps you could be just

the person we are looking for."

Ms. Merrill had all of my attention now, I had never met anyone who could understand my feelings before. But now my mind was full of questions. I began to ask, and then found myself rushing to get the words out.

"I am not sure I understand everything you have said, but if

what you mean is that I could work for you and would not

have to have all of the beautiful things you have done to

me undone, -------well I would at least like to examine the

possibilities."

"I can make arrangements for you to stay with us here for a

few days. During that time we will give you some tests to

be sure that you would fit in. I will meet with you some

more and explain all of the details to you, and answer any

question you might have. However since you are going to

stay with us, I will have to ask you to let Dr. Covington

give you a physical examination. Living with us in the same

building, makes it necessary to be sure that you are not

carrying some dangerous virus or disease. I am sure you

understand our precautions." Ms. Merrill informed me

" Yes Ma'am, thank you for being so understanding." I said.

"Very good. Felicia will escort you to Dr. Covington, and

will attend you during your stay with us. Please follow all

of her instructions and everything will go well."

With that Ms. Merrill pressed a button and Felicia entered to take me to the Doctor.

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The changes continue, but how far will he go to keep his new hairstyle? Ms. Merrill puts him to the test.

BY: Sandy Sullivan

Felicia and I went back to the elevator and returned to the second floor. She led me to the opposite end of the hall and opened a door for me. As I entered a nurse stood up from behind a desk and said----

"Ah, you must be James. You really are as pretty as I had

heard. Please follow me James."

I turned to look but Felicia was already closing the door on her way out. I had hoped she would be staying with me because I was a little frightened and wanted to cling to someone familiar.

"I am Miriam and I will be with you throughout your

examination. Please remove all your clothing as this will

be a very complete examination." the nurse said handing me

a paper gown.

I did as she said and the followed her to the bath. The nurse removed the tape holding my testicles inside me and then told me to bend over and put my hands on top of the commode. She reached up a took a hose from the wall and before I could protest, inserted it in my rectum.

"Why are you giving me an enema?' I asked.

"Because you are going to have a rectal exam, surely you

don't expect the Doctor to examine you without you having

been cleaned out do you? Now take a deep breath and relax

your stomach muscles we have a lot more water to get in

you yet." She replied.

Bent over like I was the only thing I was seeing was the commode. I looked back under myself and almost laughed at how strange my penis looked in that latex sleeve. I began to notice my stomach growing larger. Every time I took a deep breath and relaxed my stomach muscles as Miriam directed, my stomach would distend more. Finally Miriam told me I could straighten up. It was time because I did not know how much more pressure I could stand. My stomach was so cramped I was almost unable to stand. When I turned around I saw myself in the mirror and was shocked at my appearance. With my stomach distended so much under the paper gown, I looked just like a pregnant woman. Miriam told me to squat and pulled the nozzle out. What a relief it was when my bowels released. In a few minutes everything had been evacuated and Miriam washed my rear while I bent over and held my ankles. I was beginning to realize that this was going to be a very humiliating day. Miriam brought me back into the examination room and began to draw blood samples. Thankfully she did this while I sat in the chair, since I was very weak from the enema. She told me to remain seated while she went to the lab. Taking the four vials of blood and the urine and stool samples she had obtained earlier she left me alone in the room to fill out the questionnaires she had given me..

What have I gotten myself into, I should have left yesterday as soon as they finished the permanent wave. I should have taken my chances of being seen by my landlady. But somehow I seemed to have been confused and was really enjoying the way they had made me look. But in the last few minutes this morning I think I am realizing I am in over my head. I don't understand what is happening to me. Why am I so readily accepting everything they want to do. I should refuse and just leave. But when Ms. Merrill had talked to me it seemed that everything she said was right and I wanted to do just as she said. Miriam returned and took my blood pressure, pulse rate, weighed me and checked my height, then took my measurements. I had decided to go through with this physical exam but as soon as it was over I was going to go tell Ms. Merrill I was leaving. I somehow have to get my life back to normal. I love my permed hair and the makeup but everything else that is going on around here is really frightening me. As I was making these plans, Miriam and Dr. Covington entered the room and the Dr. immediately began her exam. Dr. Covington had me stand up and listened to my heart and chest. Without saying any thing to me she pulled the latex sleeve off of my penis and manipulated my penis and balls giving them a very close look. Dropping the paper gown back in place she picked up the chart Miriam had brought back with her, read for a few minutes and then for the first time looked me in the eyes and said-----

"Please lay face down on the table, I need to check your

prostrate gland. Your blood tests suggest there may be

some congestion."

I had noticed that this was a very strange looking table but then I had not been in a doctors office in several years. There was a place for my face to fit that left my nose and mouth clear Miriam took my hands and placed them on handles near my head and then quickly moved to the other end of the table. She made some adjustments to the table which lowered my legs to a position similar to that of kneeling down. I felt some sort of lubricant being applied to my rectum and then Dr. Covington inserted her finger. As she began to move her finger around it did not feel bad at all but all of a sudden a very bad pain hit me and I screamed. Dr. Covington removed her finger while I tried to catch my breath. She said---

"Just as I suspected your prostrate is very large and

congested. This is a very dangerous condition, I am

surprised that you have not had trouble urinating. But

I am sure we have caught it in time and can clear up

this trouble in just a few days."

Miriam had returned the table to its original position and helped me to stand up while Dr. Covington was talking to me. Dr. Covington looked at me and said----

"Your tests show that you are free from any communicable

diseases, however you are slightly anemic and are somewhat

deficient in several other vitamins. The congested

prostrate is a serious condition and I suggest you begin

treatment immediately. You should go to your personal

physician right away. I would be happy to treat you if you

want. If you would like for me to treat you just sign the

authorization form Miriam has and we can start

immediately."

What in the world is a congested prostrate, I wondered. But since I didn't have a personal physician in this town I signed the form Miriam was holding out to me. Any thing that hurts that bad must be serious.

"Very good," smiled Dr. Covington, please take him to

treatment room one and begin these treatments."

Dr. Covington handed Miriam a list of instructions and left the room. Miriam showed me into another room through a connecting door. She led me to a chair situated in the middle of the room and helped me get situated in it properly. At first I thought it resembled a dentists chair without padding. It was made completely of stainless steel. As soon as I had sat down Miriam fastened a strap around each of my wrists with my hands facing upward. I gave her a questioning look and she explained that she was going to hook up an intravenous system and she didn't want me moving my arm and tearing the needle out. Next she fastened a strap around my waist binding me to the chair back. She quickly moved to my ankles and placed a strap around each of them. Now I was completely helpless, why did I let her do that! I was still a little dazed from the pain, but I had just decided to leave here as soon as the exam was over. Why am I so compliant I can't seem to do anything but what these women tell me. Miriam had now rolled over a stand with a plastic bag hanging from it. She inserted a needle connected to the tubing into the vein on my left arm and taped it in place. She started the drip and then went to a cabinet and filled several syringes from different bottles. She injected one in my right hip and another in my left hip. Not that I could do anything about it now, having let her completely immobilize me without a protest, but I still asked her--

"What are all these drugs you are giving me?

Miriam smiled and replied---

"The injection in your right hip is a type of estrogen in

a time release form that will last for two weeks.

Estrogen, is the principal female hormone. The injection

I put in your left hip is a highly efficient form of

progesterone, another female hormone that assists in the

formation of secondary sexual characteristics. Both of

these working together will help to shrink your prostrate.

The drip in your arm is a mixture of glucose, vitamins, a

testosterone blocker, and a few other things to make you

feel good while your prostrate is being decongested."

As she said the last part she took another syringe and injected it into a place in the drip tube. Almost immediately I began to feel a warm glow spreading throughout my body. Boy she was right about the feeling good. I watched in a very happy mood while she spread the legs of the chair apart and then as she pushed some buttons I begin to feel something pushing slowly between my butt cheeks. Miriam stepped to the right side of the chair and taking hold of my butt pulled up and out. How strange I thought, but when she repeated the maneuver on the left side I realized what she had done! She had opened a path for whatever thing that was to slide right in me. She pushed another button and I felt it slide in a long ways before stopping. That thing must be as big as a milk bottle I feel completely filled up. All at once I noticed a slight vibration from that thing she had pushed up my butt. Miriam took some scissors and cut the gown off of me exposing me completely. It certainly wasn't because of any conscious desire on my part but my penis had come fully erect and was throbbing from the vibrations. I still felt like I had been impaled on something huge, but boy was it starting to feel good. Miriam went to the drawer in the cabinet and returned with a long cylindrical object which she slipped over my penis. She hooked a tube from it to a glass jug near the foot of the chair and when she pushed a button the sleeve tightened up gently around my penis. Reaching back between my legs she pulled out a wire with an insulated clamp on it and clamped it to my scrotum. I was fascinated by everything she was doing and although I was curious as to why she was doing all of this it just seemed like too much trouble to ask. It must all be good for me because I have never felt this good before. This is even better than that wonderful wine they have been giving me. Miriam moved behind the chair and brought a strap around my bare chest. Hooked to the strap were two cups of some ridged material but the edges that she fit over my chest were soft. Centering each cup over my nipples she then tightened the strap. These cups were very large, reminding me of very large breasts. Miriam then lowered the leg parts of the chair bending my legs at the knees. She raised the back of a chair until I was in an upright position.

"Now we are going to begin decongesting your prostrate. I'm

sure you will soon find this treatment very pleasurable.

While that treatment is going on the I.V. will replenish

the body fluids you will be losing. At the same time the

cups on your chest will began stimulating and loosening the

skin to allow for more rapid breast growth. One of the

drugs in the I.V. will stop testosterone production in your

body which of course will mean you will not be producing

any more semen. Since we are draining your present supply

this will make the female hormones I have injected you

with become effective faster with more positive results.

While Miriam was talking she had moved a large mirror in place so that I could see exactly what was happening to me. She hooked a headphone similar to those on a walkman from behind my head and then pushed several buttons and left the room. Boy am I in it now, I don't know just what effect all of this is going to have on me, but she did say she had injected me with female hormones and that one of the drugs was going to stop my male hormones. Those cups on my chest are to allow my breasts to grow! I don't have any breasts. How could I let this happen I don't seem to have any willpower. The vibrations from that thing up my butt are starting to really feel good and now that thing she put over my penis has started pulsing and sucking on me. I'm not going to be able to stand much of this. Oh no, now those cups on my chest are starting to suck in rhythm, I noticed that the edges of the cups were not only soft but seemed to be slick also. When the sucking action on the cups started I could see the skin outside the cups slipping into the cups a little. Oh that feels so good. My excitement and passion was mounting very fast. I looked at my reflection in the mirror to take my mind off of the sensations I was receiving. Looking in the mirror was of no help, as I saw my beautifully permed hair, flawless makeup, and my sweepingly arched eyebrows I suddenly lost all control and erupted in a tremendous wave of passion.

Just as I was beginning to recover somewhat I started to feel all of the sensations again. Oh that had been so good but this is too soon! I want to come again but not yet! Then I noticed that music I had heard before with the videos was playing in the earphones. Ooooh all this sucking and vibrating is getting too good again as I stared in the mirror I fainted dead away joyfully erupting once more.

Unknown to me Ms. Merrill, Dr. Covington, and Dr. Powell were in another room observing everything that was happening to me. In fact Dr. Powell was controlling all of the devices from in that room.

"That one took a little longer, I will add the in and out

stroking motion to the anal penetrator this time. I will

keep watching until he can't ejaculate from the stimulation

any more, then I will program the electro-ejaculator to

hit him every ten minutes that should thoroughly drain him

in just a few hours. Miriam will monitor the heart rate and

blood pressure sensors in the wrist cuffs in case he gets

too weak before the semen flow stops." Dr. Covington said.

"Just remember to keep the tapes playing where he can hear

them continuously. He needs to hear them twenty four hours a day if possible." Dr. Powell said.

"Very good ladies, you seem to have our subject well

underway . How soon do you think he will be begging for

the privilege of joining our sisterhood?" Ms. Merrill

inquired.

"This is Saturday, so I see no reason why he would not be

ready to meet with you by Thursday." replied Dr. Covington.

"Erica do you agree with that time frame?" asked Ms.

Merrill.

"Yes I believe that is a reasonable assumption. Even though

the other two who are in treatment now started two days

earlier there should be no problem. Unlike the other two

this subject is very compliant. Apparently there was a

latent but unrecognized desire in this subject" Dr. Powell

commented.

"Excellent then we shall have three candidates ready for

the initiation ceremony next Friday. You know this one is

coming along so fast I'm not sure there is the same feeling

of satisfaction." Stated Ms. Merrill.

"I think I agree with you, it is much more satisfying to

watch the futile resistance of the unwilling subjects."

Dr. Covington mused.

"Yes, I think that is true. With our advanced techniques

though, even the unwilling ones really don't have a

chance. Oh they may struggle and suffer emotionally for a

while, but the outcome is inevitable. They eventually

have only one desire left, to become a woman at any cost."

Replied Dr. Covington.

"I wonder if we have made the methods too enjoyable, it is

not at all like what I went through. Could it be that by

chemically and psychologically removing their natural

resistance, we have also lessened their level of emotional

gratification in the initiation ceremony. I know for me

that moment of absolute submission was and is still is the

most memorable moment of my life. Said Dr. Covington

"That would extremely difficult to determine. However I

believe that is still true for those of us who came after

you. I know it is for me, and I shall always be eternally

grateful to you, Mistress Merrill, for making it all

possible for me. Replied Dr.Powell.

Tuesday Morning.

I slowly awoke from a deep place. It took a moment or two to realize I was back in my room at The Sisters building. How did I get here, what time is it? I looked down and saw I was clothed in a nylon night gown. I don't remember getting ready for bed. I went to the Doctor's office for an examination and the nurse oh yeah Miriam that's her name gave me an enema, and ....Dr. Covington told me something was wrong and would require treatment. But what happened after that?. Why is my mind a blank? I rolled my head towards the bathroom and saw Felicia sitting by the bed.

"How did I get in bed, and how long have I been sleeping?

I asked.

"You have been sleeping since two yesterday afternoon, and

Miriam and myself bathed you and prepared you for bed. I

have brought you some coffee if you think you feel like

drinking it." Felicia said.

Felicia came to the side of the bed and pushed a button which raised the head of the bed, I hadn't noticed before but the bed was actually a hospital bed. She removed the headphones and handed me the styrofoam cup carefully but stayed near to make sure I could handle it. I realized that she was concerned that I might spill it and understood why when I started to drink. The cup felt sort of heavy and my hands had a slight tremble. While I drank the coffee I searched my memory but could not bring back much more. Suddenly I remembered Miriam had put an I.V. in my left arm. I handed the cup to Felicia and raised the sleeve of the gown. I was shocked to see the needle and part of the tubing was still taped to my arm. I looked at Felicia and asked----

"Am I going to need more treatment? The needle is still in

my vein.

"Oh yes you will have to have the treatment for several more

days. But first we have to get you up and dressed. This

morning you have an appointment in the salon for a shampoo

and set. Swing your legs over the side of the bed and I'll

help you, since you will probably feel a little weak."

Felicia was right I did feel weak, I held on to her for a moment and when she was sure I could stand she removed my gown. Of course I was wearing a corset but did not have any panties on. Felicia reached behind me and unhooked a tube from a bag on the bed. That tube was coming out the end of my penis! Felicia had to steady me when I saw that, it must have been at least a quarter inch in diameter! Felicia must have noticed that I was shocked and said----

"Don't worry about that, the nurse put a catheter in so you would not pee all over yourself while you slept. Sometimes the treatment causes you to lose control of your bladder. But that problem will get better when you have finished this treatment they are giving you now. But you know women never have as much control as men. Sometimes now when I laugh I pee my panties"

But it is so big, I wonder why it doesn't hurt? Felicia taped a bag to my thigh and connected the tube to it. This is so humiliating I can't control myself and I have to wear a bag of pee around. Why did I let them do this to me. I should have never let them perm my hair. I just seem to get in deeper and deeper. I have got to get out of here. Just as soon as I get to the salon I am going to insist that they straighten my hair so I can leave. If there really is something wrong with me I can find a doctor somewhere else to cure me I know I was desperate to get the pictures so I would not get in trouble. What a mistake to let them talk me into having the perm myself. With out even asking they arched my eyebrows and even pierced my ears. I do love how I look now, but I must resist, there is no telling where this will all end if I let them continue. Look what has happened in just one day! I am so weak I can hardly stand up and this huge tube is hanging out my pee hole. When Ms. Merrill talked to me it seemed like she was being so nice to let me stay and enjoy my new looks. But things are going too fast. I can't even remember what they have done to me. While all these thoughts were going through my mind, Felicia had brought a plain print house dress and helped me step into it. After zipping it up the back she helped me put on a pair of hose and some low heeled pumps. Then I went into the bath to brush my teeth. Felicia's support was necessary for me to walk. What in the world had they done to make me so weak. When I saw myself in the mirror I almost cried. All my makeup had been removed and my hair was a tousled mess. No wonder they were sending me to the salon. Felicia returned to the door of the bath with a wheelchair. I felt ugly and ridiculous but knew I wasn't going far without the wheelchair. Felicia put the earphones back in my ears and we started off. I wonder why I like to hear that music so much, I seem to feel so much calmer when I hear it. When she wheeled me past the elevator I wondered what was going on. Just then Miriam stepped into the hall.

"Well, I was just coming to look for you. We need to get you

hooked back up." She said.

Miriam hung a bag of liquid into place on an I.V. stand on the back of the wheelchair. She bled the air out and started the liquid flowing into my vein.

"Wait a minute! I said. "I have decided to have my hair

straightened and leave this place. I don't want you giving

me any more drugs."

While I was protesting, Miriam reached in her uniform pocket for a syringe and injected the contents into the I.V. drip.

"I am only doing my job dear. You really need these fluids

so you won't be so weak. You go on to the salon and get

fixed up any way you want. I'm sure Ms. Merrill will do

anything you ask. She is only trying to make you happy you

know." Miriam replied.

Wow, there is that warm glow again. I'm feeling much better already. Felicia turned the chair around and started for the elevator. She must have turned the volume up on the music. I can hear it much plainer now. As we went down on the elevator I began feeling sorry that I had snapped at Miriam. I mean she really has been nice to me. If I see her again before I leave I will apologize. Felicia rolled me into the room where I had been given the permanent wave. Janice was waiting by the shampoo bowl.

"How nice to see you again. Janice said. Let's get you

situated in the shampoo chair and I can start making you

beautiful again."Janice said.

While Janice helped me into the shampoo chair, Felicia unhooked the I.V. stand from the wheelchair and rolled it out of Janice's way. Gosh, I thought I am starting to feel real good as Janice started washing my hair.

"Janice I am thinking about having you straighten my hair

I said.

"Oh dear, are you sure? You are so beautiful with your hair

permed. I thought you liked my work."

"Well I did , I mean I do, I mean I'm not sure, I had

just thought I would leave today I mean everything is

happening too fast. I said.

"You know it is kind of dangerous to straighten hair that

has just been permed.That could cause it to all break off

next to the scalp leaving you bald."

"Bald? can that really happen? I asked.

"Yes, it certainly can. I tell you what I can set your hair

on large rollers and when it is dry you can pull it back in

a ponytail. A lot of young people are wearing ponytails

now." she replied.

I sure don't want all my hair to fall out and I really did look great with my hair done. Maybe it is not such a good idea to have it straightened. I guess I should let Janice go ahead and set it like she said. I really would like to see it all done again. While I had been thinking over what Janice had said she had moved me and the I.V. stand to her styling chair. I could see myself in the mirror as she rolled my hair. Isn't it strange but I like seeing my hair when it is all rolled up.

TO BE CONTINUED

Permed04.TXT

BY: Sandy Sullivan

Ms. Merrill has started James on the path to womanhood even though he doesn't yet realize what her final goal is. Can he resist, or is her system so advanced he must submit.

Janice finished rolling my hair, and since I was feeling much stronger now I was able to walk over to the hair dryer with out help. Well almost without help, Janice had to roll the I. V. stand for me. Janice soon had the dryer hood in position and turned on. As the drone of the dryer fan began I felt Janice slipping the earphones in my ears. She rolled the VCR and tv in front of me again and those lovely scenes began playing again. This video is such a pleasure to watch and I just love this music. As I watched the lovely scenes before me I started thinking how I had liked watching Janice roll my hair. You know she is so nice. I'm afraid I might have hurt her feelings when I said I wanted my hair straightened. When she comes back I will tell her I am sorry, and that I really do love her work. After watching the video and hearing this music, I was really feeling much better about everything these nice women have done to me. I don't know why I even thought of having my hair straightened, I really do love having my hair permed, and set. I can't ever remember having been so happy in my whole life. I never thought about it before but women can have their hair and nails done all the time and no one is upset about it. Even though I guess I have always loved women, I never thought about envying them. I always talked to all the girls I knew about their pretty clothes and hair and all that goes with being female. I wonder why I never thought about being able to do all that myself. I remember now that Felicia said that she used to be a boy, and that Ms. Merrill had made her into a girl. I wonder if she enjoys having her hair done and wearing pretty clothes now that she can do it all the time.. I'll have to remember to ask her. I don't know why I am having to strain so hard to remember. All I want to do is think about my pretty hair, and makeup. Suddenly Janice turned the tv off surprising me. I was so lost in my thinking I didn't notice her return. She removed the earphones and raised the dryer hood so I could stand up. I wondered as I walked to the styling chair if I should ask her to fix my hair nice again. She might be upset with me.

"You are so beautiful with your face made up, wouldn't you

like me to see if there is an opening in the makeup room

for you? asked Janice.

"Yes, I really was pretty with the make up, I think I would

like that very much. I replied.

How nice of Janice to think of that. I was just thinking that I should go ahead with Ms. Merrill suggestions and try this out for awhile. I mean I am feeling much better now. I suppose the treatment I received yesterday must be working since I feel so good. I can have my face made up so pretty again and I'll ask Janice not to make a ponytail. I'll ask her to fix it just as pretty as she can. Janice removed all of the clips and rollers just like before. As she placed the satin bonnet over my hair I thought, why I even like the way my hair looks in those big curls. Oooh I bet it will be just delicious this time.

Felicia brought me a cup of coffee just as Janice and I arrived at the makeup room. The operator was not quite ready so I had time to drink it. Janice left me there with Felicia saying she would be waiting for me when I was through here. While I was drinking the coffee I tried to think of what I had wanted to ask Felicia, but I was getting so sleepy. Felicia must have noticed because she helped me get on the make up table.

"Very Good Felicia". Said Ms. Merrill as she and Miriam

entered the room.

Miriam injected another syringe in the I. V. drip and looked at Ms. Merrill saying ---

"That should keep him out for three hours and when he comes

to there will be no after effects"

Ms. Merrill turned to Elaine and told her to apply permanent eyeliner, eyebrows, and lip outline. Turning to the telephone she dialed Dr. Covington and gave her instructions.

"James showed some resistance early this morning, but seems to be back on track now. Go ahead with the accelerated treatment schedule. But remove the memory blockers. I want him to know exactly what is happening. I believe that knowledge will enhance the excitement factor. You may wish to confer with Erica on specifics, but I believe the desire qoutient is high enough now to insure willing participation. I want this one to have a whole day without drugs or tapes before he has to make his decision."

"Of course, we will be ready for his arrival in treatment room one. I'm sure Erica will agree to this schedule. I am looking forward to this initiation. Your idea should prove intensely gratifying." Replied Dr. Covington.

I must have fallen asleep, Elaine was shaking me telling me to wake up. Felicia was standing by the door waiting for me. I was feeling real good now and was able to walk and roll the I.V. stand by myself.

"You should just love this makeup honey. I gave you a few

extras today. Your are really beautiful now." Elaine said.

"Thank you Elaine, I can't wait until Janice finishes my

hair. I just know I will love it.

As she said Janice was waiting for me and immmediately went to work on my hair. Looking in the mirror as Janice worked I could see what Elaine meant. My eyes seemed to stand out more the eyeliner was sharper and more defined. My blond eyebrows seemed to be more emphasized also. My lips were the same color pink but also seemed to be more sharply defined. She was right I did love it the overall effect was certainly more striking. Janice had now finished with my hair and it was fabulous. She had left it down and it was a mass of long soft curls framing my face with some falling in front of my shoulders. With the new makeup and my hair arranged this way I was very sexy..... Did I just think of my self as sexy?..... Yes I did and I love the feeling"

"There dear, are you happy with your hair now?" asked

Janice.

"Oh Yes, this is wonderful. You were right I love my curls

and don't ever want to do with out them." I replied.

"Well honey I'm sure Ms. Merrill will love to keep you

permed and pretty if you will ask her. You will never have

to be with out curls if you just tell her that's what you

want." Janice said.

"Oh I will, I want this so much. I love looking like this.

Thank you for helping me do the right thing Janice, you are

so sweet."

Felicia told me it was time to go back upstairs for my treatment. I was a little afraid when she mentioned treatment, because for some reason I could not remember anything about my treatment yesterday. Felicia had me get back in the wheelchair even though I told her I felt much better now. Felicia brought me right to the treatment room this time and as she opened the door I saw the chair. A thrill went through me, I suddenly remembered sensations of great pleasure being associated with the chair.

"How lovely you are today. Janice and Elaine have outdone

themselves. You are absolutely delicious. Let's get you in

the chair you are going to be very happy with your

treatment today. Miriam told me.

While she was talking Miriam had injected a syringe into my I. V. tube and I could feel that wonderful warm glow spreading over me. Isn't it wonderful that everyone thinks I am so pretty. I get little thrills when they tell me. Miriam and Felicia helped me take off the dress and get seated in the chair. It was cold to my naked skin but I seemed to filled with anticipation. I can't remember anything about yesterdays treatment but for some reason I am anxious to receive one now. I sat back in the chair and Miriam removed the urine bag and un-taped my penis from my thigh. It looked so weird with the tube coming out of it. Miriam did something to the tube and then pulled it out! I was surprised that it did not hurt. In fact I could not feel anything when she was handling my penis. They must have used some more of that deadening cream. Miriam strapped me in again and spread the legs of the chair. Since I was already sitting upright this time I could see more of what she was doing. She lifted my hips and pulled out on them again and as she did I remembered why she did this. A huge thrill of anticipation shuddered through me as I realized I would soon be filled with that wonderful object again. As I was now remembering she clipped the wire to my scrotum again and began pushing those buttons. I could feel it! Slowly pushing at my rectum. I wiggled as much as I could to help it and suddenly it was in! Oh It feels even bigger today! I imagined that my eyes were about to pop out as I wiggled some more to help the penetration. It was so big, and went in so far today, I was gasping for breathe when it finally stopped. Ummm how could I have ever not wanted to come back for this. In a moment those delicious vibrations started again. Miriam was standing in front of me with the sleeve waiting I looked down and saw my penis responding as I wallowed in the joy of my impalement. As soon as Miriam had secured my penis in the sleeve and hooked it up to the jar she turned the vibrations off.

"No, turn it back on I need this".I said in panic.

"Please be patient dear, you are about to receive a life

changing ride in our wonderful chair. Ms. Merrill has

ordered some changes in your treatment schedule. You are

about to be enslaved to your desire to be beautiful.

Enslaved for the rest of your life. You will never be the

same. When you leave this chair you will no longer be James

in mind, spirit or emotions. You will be Jane and will

forever seek any and everything that can help you to be a

beautiful woman. Now open your mouth wide." Janice said in

reply.

When I opened to ask to ask why she inserted a plastic thing that slid in and turned down my throat. The way it was made it hooked in behind my teeth and I couldn't expel it with my tonque. Miriam must have seen the fear in my eyes and told me----

"Just relax dear this won't hurt. I am going to insert a

tube into your stomach and feed you. This thing in your

mouth will let me insert a stomach tube. I will take this

thing out of your mouth as soon as the tube is in. You have

not had any food in your stomach since yesterday morning. I

could have had you try to drink this but it is really awful

tasting. When I have finished feeding you this time I am

going to hook the tube to your teeth to keep it in place. I

know this seems complicated but you are going to be in this

chair a long time and will need to be fed again before your

treatment is over. Besides by doing it this way your lovely

lipstick won't be messed up." Janice explained.

The tube did not hurt when she put it in, I guess that stuff she had sprayed in my throat had deadened it. .She took a huge syringe and pushed the contents through the tube. When she had finished I closed my mouth and could hardly feel the tube. Miriam inserted the earphones again and moved the mirror in from

of me. She connected the strap with the cups around my chest again carefully centering it. I don't know what these cups are supposed to do but, I did notice the skin on my chest seemed to be a little loose. Miriam said Ms.Merrill had changed my schedule, and that I was going to be in the chair a long time. Funny that I could not remember anything about my last treatment. This time I seemed to know what she was doing as soon as she started to do it.

The vibrations, and the sucking started again. AAAAh, so good. Miriam said some strange things about my mind, and I was going to have a life changing ride in this chair. I don't understand what is going to happen to me but, ooohhh am I ready for this ride whatever it changes. That wonderful object had started stroking slowly in and out and I found myself trying to go down after it. I looked into the mirror and was filled with joy, I am so lovely.-----

I don't know how long I was in the chair, only that it was not enough, I wanted to be there forever. I know that I was fully conscious every time the devices were working. I think there were periods when I must have blacked out. I remember waking up one time and Janice was fluffing and rearranging my hair. I'm afraid I messed it up some with the wild moves I was making. But I couldn't help it the more that wonderful object would stroke the more of it I wanted. Later, when I could see that no more semen was coming out of my penis, it would stroke me until I thought I must surely die from the pleasure. When I would reach that point, a jolting electric shock would wrack my whole body and cause a little more semen to come out. As time went on I began to notice my expressions in the mirror. I was shocked to see the wanton look of desire on my face. But it did not matter I wanted more! I wanted to be beautiful and sexy forever. Miriam fed me twice more during this time and Elaine came in one time and worked on my face. I must have been there as long as Ms. Merrill had ordered because Miriam came in and put a shot in the I.V. tube and then began turning everything off. I begged her not to but she said my treatment was complete. At first I was very disturbed but in a few moments I began to feel calm. When the object that had been in me so long receded I almost cried from the loss. How I loved that feeling of fullness. When Miriam had undone all of the straps, she took out the needle and pressed a piece of cotton and a band-aid over the hole. Felicia came in and helped me put the dress back on after giving me a pair of panties with a maxipad in them. I didn't resist when she produced the wheelchair, I suddenly realized how exhausted I was. She returned me to my room, bathed me, took off my makeup and rubbed a very nice and soothing cream all over me. She put an adult diaper on me explaining that the lubricant from my rectum would probably ooze out while I slept. Completing my outfit with a nylon gown she tucked me in bed and told me to sleep well she would be near if I needed any thing. She placed the earphones in my ears and turned out the light.

Thursday Morning

The sunlight was streaming through the window when I finally roused. Felicia was preparing a breakfast tray at the table and when she heard me stirring asked.

"Did you have sweet dreams Jane.?

"Yes, how did you know? I dreamed I was a woman and

everything was beautiful and exciting." I replied.

Today Felicia had brought breakfast for both of us and we sat and chatted while we ate. I was ravenously hungry but Felicia cautioned me about the corset. We sipped our coffee and talked for a long time.

"Felicia, you told me you were a boy, but now you look just

like a girl. Is everything about you female? I asked.

"Yes, everything except I don't have menstrual periods. But

everything else looks and works just like someone who was

born as a girl." She replied.

"Now that you are a girl do you like it. I mean is it still

exciting? I asked.

"I think I know what you are asking, when Ms. Merrill first

brought me in this place I was frightened, you must

remember I was an illegal then. But everyone was so nice to

me and gave me pretty clothes to wear and fixed my hair and

face so pretty. Soon I was no longer afraid and was very

happy. After my treatments I wanted very badly to be a

girl. I am not allowed to tell you anymore about that but I

will tell you that when I see myself in the mirror I always

am thrilled. I love to hear my heels click when I walk, and

feel my hair brush my face. I have even come to love the

embrace of my corsets. I think for each one it is a little

different but I have never met anyone here that is not very

happy. Sometimes," she giggled, "when I walk fast down the

stairs my breasts jiggle and it feels so good I make wet

spots in my panties.

"How long was it before you had breasts. I have been

wondering this morning what it would be like to have

breasts. I asked.

"They started growing soon after my initiation, but it took

about three years for them to get as big as they are now.

Some of the girls have the Doctor make theirs larger if

they don't grow enough. Is that all you have been wondering

about?" She smiled.

"Well no, I have been thinking about what it is like, uh you

know the other parts. I mean does it still feel good, uum

like uhh? I stammered. Felicia Laughed and replied---

"Yes I know, you want to know if you have those things cut

off if you will feel anything about sex. For me it feels

much better. For a while, after I had been operated on, it

was not good. But in a little while it got better and

better. Before, everything was right there in my things and

that was the most important part about sex. Now I am

aroused in many ways, as I told you about my breasts

bouncing. Now all of me is involved in becoming excited,

and especially when it happens. It is different but much,

much better. I have watched you having your hair done and

have seen how you look at yourself in the mirror. For you

I think it will be even better. Maybe too good.

"How could it be too good. I mean that doesn't make sense.

I replied.

"I should not tell you this, but sometimes something happens

to the new girls. They like everything so much they cannot

do their jobs. Because they can't get their minds on

anything other than themselves. All they want to do is

primp and play with themselves. It is not good. The Doctor

has to help them. I like talking with you but we must get

you ready. Today you must see Dr. Powell, but don't worry

she just asks a lot of questions and gives you a lot of

quizzes. Felicia told me.

After getting dressed in a nice blouse and skirt we made a quick trip to the salon where Janice and Elaine worked their magic again. I wonder if I could have my hair done everyday. I really love to watch and it is such a thrill to see my hair when it is set. As soon as Janice was finished, Felicia rushed me back to the second floor for my appointment with Dr. Powell.

Felicia was right Dr. Erica Powell, who I remembered from the dinner as being a Pyschiatrist, asked what seemed to be hundreds of questions about my sexual experience, desires, preferences, ad infinitum. A battery of tests with hundreds more questions to answer and pictures to interpret. When She finally said I could go my head was pounding, my corset was cutting me in half and I swear my heels had shrunk at least one size. I was told to wait for Felicia to come for me. When Felicia arrived I asked her something I had been wondering about.

"This office is right down the hall from my room. I'm sure I

could have found my way back. Since I have been here I have

not been allowed to go anywhere alone. Why is that?"

"Because you still have your testicles. No male is ever

allowed anywhere in the building without an escort.

Felicia answered.

"What's next Felicia. Dr. Powell couldn't possibly need to

talk to me again. I believe she knows more about me now

than I do. I asked.

"Well, next is lunch and then you will meet with Ms. Merrill

for your final interview. But you are wrong Dr. Covington

and Dr. Powell will also be there. She replied.

Well I do still have my testicles even though they have been taped up inside me for days now. Of course the latex sleeve was put back on as soon as I left the treatment room, apparently that is a requirement too. My final interview I guess the few days that Ms. Merrill gave me are about up. With all three of them there I suppose some decision will have to be made. I will have to wait until they tell me but I know now that I never want to go back to my old life. I don't know what I can do, I only know that from now on I will always be permed and made up. I have never been so happy or thrilled as I have since they put me in that permanent wave machine.

Permed05.TXT

BY: Sandy Sullivan

James has now been through intensive chemical and brainwashing treatments. If you have read the first four installments in this drama you realize the goal of the establishment he has found himself in is to convert men into women. We still don't know why or for what purpose, neither does James. In this installment he will be faced with a decision. Can he resist or will he decide the way they have programmed him to do. If you have been finding wet spots in your panties after you read the first four installments you may need a pad for this one.

We returned to my room where Felicia helped me undress. She suggested a nice warm bath to relax from the ordeal Dr. Powell had just put me through. After my bath Felicia began to prepare me for my interview . First of course was the taping of my testicles up inside my body. The inevitable latex sleeve came next, then a plain white corset, with me holding on to the lacing bar while Felicia pulled it up. She pulled my penis back and hooked it to the corset but this time she had me pull my butt cheeks apart so she could tuck it up very tightly. My penis never went that far back before, I wonder if all the sucking and stretching is making it longer. It did look kind of swollen in the bath. Then a pair of plain white nylon panties, into which she had me insert a maxipad overnighter with wings. I looked at her questioningly about such a large pad and she giggled---

"You may become very excited during your interview, and Ms.

Merrill will not tolerate any spills of male fluids."

Felicia continued dressing me by producing a padded brassiere. After it was on she reached in each cup and pulled the loose flesh I had noticed up on top of the padding. This produced the illusions of breasts. I don't know if it was because my nipples seemed to be so sensitive today, or if it was because I had strangely found myself wanting to have breasts all day. In any case an intense thrill coursed through my body when I saw my illusory mounds. Felicia gave me some very sheer natural hose to put on and then a lovely new pair of white pumps with medium heels. She had me sit on the edge of the bed and she removed my dangling earrings and replaced them with round silver balls. She then began removing my makeup with cleansing cream!

"Oh no, not my lovely makeup! I just know I am going to look

horrible." I cried.

"No, you won't look horrible you will still be pretty. Ms.

Merrill requires that everyone appear without makeup at

their final interview. She explained.

Felicia brought out a plain white wraparound dress. it resembled the type you may have seen in pictures of ancient Greek women. When she had it fastened it had a plunging neckline, deliciously exposing my pushed up flesh. She produced four heavy silver bracelets and fastened one around each wrist and ankle. I thought they were a little unusual, and certainly not very stylish as jewelry. But I didn't comment about them, I'm' sure Felicia would have replied that they were required. Since I had already brushed my teeth and urinated before my bath, Felicia declared me as prepared and we headed for my final interview.

Felicia opened the door to Ms. Merrill's office and showed me where to go. Ms. Merrill was seated between Dr. Covington and Dr. Powell in a semi-circle. Their chairs were all on a platform which raised them up somewhat and in the center of the semi-circle was a low round padded platform covered in white velvet. It was to this low platform that Felicia had led me. Ms. Merrill spoke first---

Welcome Jane, I'm sure you remember that I told you that I would speak to you again about you future. That time has come. I would like you to kneel on the platform before me. You do not have to but I would prefer it."

"Thank you Ms. Merrill." I said while kneeling.

"Very good Jane. Now I would like for you to place your hands together behind your back and allow Felicia to chain them to your ankles. Again you do not have to but I would prefer it if you would." Ms. Merrill instructed.

"Yes Ma'am" I replied as I placed my hands behind my back.

"At our last meeting I told you could stay here a few days so you would have time to consider your future. When you came to our salon with that silly story about wanting pictures, I knew you wanted to be given a permanent wave yourself. As I watched you during the rolling process I could see how much you were enjoying yourself. Whether you knew it or not at the time, it was obvious to me that you wanted to be beautiful. While your perm was processing, we checked your apartment and found you had a very strong interest in lesbians as indicated by your magazine and book collection. Since you had such an interest in women I instructed Elaine to arch your eyebrows permanently with electrolysis, and to pierce your ears. A little extra gift if you will. During your stay here Dr. Powell has learned a great deal about you. We know that you have never had sex with a woman in the way a man usually does. In other words you have never penetrated a woman with your penis. In fact you were trained from an early age to perform cunnilingus and in time that became your only source of sexual relief. You could ejaculate only when allowed to kiss and lick a woman. Isn't all of that correct Jane?"-------

"Uh, Yes Ma'am' I said bowing my head in embarrassment.

"Well Jane I am now going to explain some things to you, and when I am finished I will require you to make a decision. Is that clear?" said Ms. Merrill.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Please raise your eyes and look at me Jane. You have no need to be embarrassed. We understand you much better than you think. All of the women you have met since your arrival her were once men or at least boys. Yes, us included, we too were once male. Due to the kindness and foresight of my mother I was required to enter the world of womanhood. Her act of love in forcing me to accept this change has led to this organization. You see this whole organization exists to make men and boys into women who love and worship real women and those like themselves. Our universal goal is a world wide matriarchy. A world where men do not exist. A world where crude behavior, fighting, and wars are extinct. A world of beauty and grace. If you make the proper decision this evening you will be taught all about our goals, methods and history. When we last spoke you expressed an interest in being able to remain beautiful all the time. Because you expressed that interest I have taken a few steps during your stay to make that interest into a reality. You were given some very intensive treatments and certain procedures were done to you to further that possibility. I know you do not remember but during your course of treatments you were injected with female hormones, and a chemical that blocks your body's production of male hormones. If you should decide not to join The Sisterhood the effects of those injections will soon wear off. In addition you were given certain mood altering drugs and then were sexually stimulated so that you will always associate sexual pleasure with having your hair done and wearing makeup. In other words you will now never be happy unless you hair is beautifully permed, and set. Seeing yourself having your hair done and wearing makeup will cause a spontaneous ejaculation. Whenever you have another permanent wave you will be subject to almost continuous climaxes. Of course your original training also still exists and has been reinforced so that your only choice of sexual partners will be women or men who have become women.

Since I know that you will never be able to do without having permed hair and makeup even if you do not choose to join us I also had Elaine perform some other beauty enhancing procedures on you. Unlike the hormones you were given, the mental programming and these procedures cannot be reversed. Felicia."

As Ms. Merrill pressed a button on her chair causing the platform I was kneeling on to rotate, Felicia was placing a lighted mirror. When the platform stopped I was facing the mirror and the three women as well as myself could clearly see my face and hair. Without makeup on I could now see that my face had been drastically feminized.

"Not only did we permanently arch your eyebrows but the skin

under them has been tattooed a nice golden color to match

your hair. We also tattooed your upper and lower eyelids so

that you will always appear to be wearing eyeliner. Since

your hair color and complexion looks best when matched with

the pink shades of lipstick I had Elaine tattoo your lip

outline with a neutral shade of pink to more clearly

outline your lips. Of course this type of permanent makeup

is more obvious when you are not wearing any other makeup."

Ms. Merrill said.

I looked at each place as Ms. Merrill described how she had permanently feminized my face. Thrills raced through my body as she spoke each word culminating in a rushing climax. Remembering what she had said about mental programming I realized that without any physical stimulation I had just spontaneously erupted through a limp penis. The realization of that truth caused an even stronger climax. When I had stopped jerking in my chains I felt the table rotating to face Ms. Merrill again as she smiled down at me.

"I am so glad you like your new face. But now we have come to the moment for a decision. If you wish you may leave now, your own clothes and belongings will be returned to you and you will be escorted out immediately. If you choose to join The Sisterhood we are prepared to employ you, after a suitable time, during which several surgical procedures will have been completed, to establish a new worldwide computer network to serve The Sisterhood. However you must be initiated with all of the Sisters present for the ceremony, witnessing your commitment.. This ceremony will take place tomorrow night. In this initiation your testicles will be surgically removed by Dr. Covington. This sacrificial act is the evidence of your commitment to The Sisterhood. You will be fully conscious and must watch as Dr. Covington performs this procedure. Do you understand that to stay here and enjoy your newly found beauty, you must join The Sisterhood and be castrated tomorrow night." asked Ms. Merrill.

"Yes Ma'am I understand. I said.

"Very well since you entered this room everything has been recorded on video tape. Your decision will be recorded also. If you choose to join The Sisterhood you must say yes. If you choose not to join you must say no. Give me your answer now."

"Yes! I gasped.

"Repeat after me the following oath. I Jane do earnestly

desire to join The Sisterhood."

"I Jane do earnestly desire to join The Sisterhood."

I repeated.

"I humbly beg you to castrate me so I may enter into the

joys of womanhood."

"I humbly beg you to castrate me so I may enter into the

joys of womanhood". I thrillingly replied.

"I will joyfully sacrifice my testicles for this privilege."

"I will joyfully sacrifice my testicles for this privilege."

I cried in ecstasy as I felt my fluids flow into my

panties.

"Well done Jane, you are accepted for initiation." Ms.

Merrill said with a large smile. "I think you should have a

reward."

Felicia stepped forward and tied my hair back. Ms. Merrill opened the skirt of her dress, spread her legs and pressed a button to slide my platform between her legs. As she draped her legs around me and pressed my head forward with her hands my joy was unbounded.

Friday Morning

I woke early and had some time alone to think. It has been nearly a week since I came to this salon looking for pictures. Or was that the real reason. Ms. Merrill said she knew I wanted the perm for myself. I can't remember having thought that. But that is certainly of no importance now. I have learned much about myself, and if it had not been for the kindness of these dear women, I would never have understood how wonderful life can be. I yawned and stretched and was again reminded how good my life is now. I am wearing a lovely nylon tricot nightgown and sleeping on satin sheets. As the nylon moved across my nipples that now familiar tingly shock thrilled me. My nipples now seemed to be sort of glowing all the time. Felicia had told me this feeling will get very intense as I continue the hormone injections. I have been stimulated sexually more in the last week than in all of my preceding years. Yesterday, oh what a wonderful evening, how sweet and kind of Ms. Merrill to choose me to be a Sister. I did not believe anything could be as good as that. To be allowed to kneel before such beautiful women is such a great honor. To look at my beautiful new self while Ms. Merrill described the wonderful things she had done to my mind and emotions, and how she had permanently feminized my face brought me to such heights of ecstasy I thought surely my pad could not contain the flow. The flow through a limp penis, I knew at that moment that I had no further use for it. I knew then that I must do whatever was necessary to be female forever. When Ms. Merrill allowed me to worship her artfully created womanhood I knew I had reached the ultimate prize. So clean and sweet, so responsive, knowing this was to be my fate I cried tears of joy as I worshipped at those three temples of heaven.

Pressed by a sense of urgency I rushed to the bathroom to relieve myself. It was now habit to sit to urinate and when I went to pull my panties up I could see I had wet them again while I was thinking about last night. While I was looking in the cabinet for a fresh pad Felicia entered the bath and said---

"You will need those all the time now, at least for the next two or three months. Your treatments have taken effect and you will find that your juices will flow at almost any time. Later you will only need a pantiliner for the little drips."

"I did not know if I would see you this morning. You told me last night I would be spending all evening being prepared for the ceremony."

" I brought your breakfast and the Book of The Sisterhood. You must read the introduction and the first three chapters this morning. In the next two years you will memorize the whole volume. Come on, lets have breakfast" Felicia said.

"Felicia, can you tell me more about the initiation

ceremony? I know what will be done but I was wondering

about some of the details. I want everything to go well"

"I am not allowed to tell you anything about the ceremony.

The only people who can know anything about it are those

who have been through it as candidates. Are you afraid?

She asked.

"I am not afraid of what will be done to me. I can hardly

wait for the time to come. But I am afraid I will do

something displeasing or shameful. I don't know how I will

be able to handle the pain and I don't want to embarrass

Ms. Merrill by screaming or crying." I said.

"Don't worry about pain, you will feel no pain at all. As

for how you will react that is not a problem, some laugh,

some cry, some are very joyous. It does not matter by then

you are already a Sister. You will find when you read the

book today that all Sisters are kind, gentle, and will

never do or say anything to harm or hurt the feelings of

another Sister." Felicia explained.

"Thank you Felicia, I guess I feel better about it now, I

just want to do everything perfectly. I said.

We finished breakfast and Felicia left me alone to read the required material I was so fascinated by what I was reading Felicia was back with lunch before I realized what time it was. She hurriedly helped me bathe, lace my corset and get dressed a very pretty violet business suit the skirt just below my knees a lovely white crepe blouse and new violet pumps with 3" heels. She told me that from now on anytime I went below the second floor I must dress this way unless I was going out for some special occasion. Since I was to be in the business sector my mode of dress would identify my status. She escorted me to the salon where Janice was waiting.

"Oh, Jane I am so glad to see you here today. I really wanted you to be on my appointment schedule. I don't get to start many candidates on their journey. Machine permanent waves are not used much anymore and most of my clientele are older ladies with hair of a type that is difficult to wave. But let us get started with a shampoo and a special set for your most special day"

Doctor Powell must have done an excellent job of programming my mind. Although I was sexually aroused the first day, when I saw my hair being rolled, it was nothing to compare with today. I felt the warm flow start the moment Janice placed the first roller. It continued in little ripples with each additional roller. I can see that if I don't want to sit in a sticky mess all afternoon I will have to make frequent pad changes. Felicia must have known because she gave me a purse to carry and I had watched her pack several pads in it. Soon my head was covered with rollers and clips. Amazing how something so simple and normal for genetic women can affect me so greatly. I thought after tonight this will always be a part of my life and shuddered with the thrill. I asked Janice if she would show me to the rest room. After I cleaned my self up and changed my pad, Janice placed me under the hair dryer and handed me several women's magazines. I thought, as the dryer began it's droning sound, I am being treated like any female. No video, no earphones. Janice had brought the manicure table over and began working on my nails. She removed the polish, and then since my nails had grown since last week she filled in the area near the cuticle with a smooth gel. I smiled as I realized that genetic women must have the same problem of trying to manage a magazine one handed when having a manicure under the dryer. With the noise of the dryer it was impossible to hold a conversation. Soon Janice was through with my nails and they were gorgeous, she had used a darker pink polish today, almost a light mauve. Turning off the dryer she raised the dryer bonnet so I could stand and return to the styling chair. She turned the chair away from the mirror to take out the rollers.

"I thought I would save you a pad change dear." She smiled.

I laughed and thanked her for thinking of me. Felicia had told me this would continue for several months. Wearing a pad had seemed so feminine a few days ago but now I wondered if it might not get to be a real nuisance, Janice placed a lacy bouffant cover over my curls and walked with me to the makeup room. Remembering what Felicia had said about escorts I thought I will be making this trip alone next time. Just like the regular customers of the salon. The thought brought a delicious tingle to my nipples. Elaine was still working on someone when we arrived so I took a chair in the little alcove. I found myself digging through the women's magazines in the rack. I never had an interest in any of them before, but now I loved to look at all the advertisements. I especially liked the one by Clairol that showed the blonde woman with very light blonde frosting, I wonder-- -. At that moment Elaine emerged with a very tall but striking woman of about thirty, Elaine told me she would be back as soon as she had brought Samantha to Tara. The woman had been wearing a beautician's uniform and a lacy bonnet also. A beautician wouldn't need an escort? Oh, I remembered what Felicia said about the way I was dressed, that person is like me! She is going to be a beauty operator, but she hasn't been initiated yet.! Elaine returned shortly and began to work. I asked-----

"The person you just left with is also a candidate isn't

she?"

"Why yes she is, does that surprise you?" She replied.

"A little I guess, I just hadn't thought about there being

any others."

"I think that is normal I had not thought about anyone but

myself until I saw the other two just before I was

initiated.

"Two? Are there two more tonight?"

"Yes, there are three almost every Friday. Sometimes, but

very rarely is there a cancellation. There would be more

but our facilities limit us to three per ceremony. That is

why Ms. Merrill has decided to start building regional

facilities. Our program has grown much too large for one

location. She said.

"Cancellations?" I asked.

"Yes, sometimes the mother or wife has a change of heart

before the treatments are finished and they take their son

or husband out of the program. It is very hard to do but

sometimes Ms. Merrill will allow it. Of course after the

final interview cancellations are not allowed.

"Mothers and wives. You mean?"

"Yes dear, very few, unlike yourself, come here on their own

volition. Almost all candidates are not here by choice. In

fact, Samantha's case is very similar to mine."

"Elaine, I would love to hear your story"

"I'm afraid we won't have time for that but you can read

about it. Just check out the book titled Elaine Six in our

library. You can find the story of every Sister there. They

are published by our own company. The names and other

things that would identify us are changed in the editions

that are sold to the general public. Well honey I think I

have done all I can for you today, now it is back to

Janice for the finishing touches." She replied.

Janice removed the bonnet and began brushing and combing the set out I watched in fascination as the style began to take shape. She arranged the top in an up do and left the sides full and wavy but softly drawn to the back. The back was arranged in one long fluffy curl which she draped over my right shoulder. She picked out a few tendrils and swirled them into curls by my temples. It was absolutely gorgeous. By the time she had finished I was again sitting on a sticky mess, although very happily. Janice must have heard the air rushing in and out of my nose, because I was breathing very rapidly. Patting me on the shoulder she told me -----

"Go ahead and look for a while honey, I understand."

Look?, no I stared lustily at my feminized face and lovely hair as I raced to a shuddering climax.

Felicia came to the door and went with me to the bathroom so I could clean up again. When I finished she was waiting to take me upstairs. This was the trip I had waited all day for. Tonight my fate would be sealed, to be committed forever to a life of silky feminine finery, to the caress of corsets, to makeup and permanent waves. Nurse Miriam awaited my arrival she had everything prepared and waited only for me to undress. She had me strip completely, my penis was even freed from the latex sleeve. Bending over the commode I received an enema this time without protest. It was strange to see my ugly balls hanging down again I had grown so used to them being taped inside. As my stomach distended to resemble that of a pregnant woman, I wondered what it would be like to be pregnant. That of course is the height of femininity. Soon I had expelled everything to Miriam's satisfaction and she began washing my whole groin with a disinfectant soap. Having finished in the bath I was taken back to the exam room where a new latex sleeve was installed. This one however had no opening for the head of my penis. It just tapered into a closed tube of about the same length that the strap on the others had been. This one was very tight and Miriam had some difficulty getting it on my limp penis. The corset was next but this one was made of heavy white rubber and was molded into a very specific shape. While Felicia wrapped it around me Miriam held the tube and my penis up against my stomach until the corset was hooked. The corset extended very low so that it completely hid my penis. Miriam put some soft cuffs around each of my wrists and Felicia lifted until only my toes were touching the floor. Miriam pulled up on the flesh of my chest while Felicia pulled the corset tight. The corset had little shelves molded in instead of bra cups, and when Miriam extracted her fingers my flesh rested on those shelves. It looked almost like two tiny breasts were there. Needless to say my excitement during all of these preparations had been building and when Miriam led the way to the treatment room I began to smile. This time the chair had been rotated to face the opposite wall this whole wall was covered with floor to ceiling drapes. I quickly seated myself in the chair and Miriam removed the paper slippers I had been wearing. Miriam fastened the wrist straps with my hands down. I noticed a rounded addition to the ends of the chair arms had been added. With the straps on my wrists I would not be able to close my hands which would not only display my long polished nails but would also keep me from hurting myself with those nails. She fastened the ankle straps and then positioned my hips. We both smiled as she did that. I did not have to anticipate for long as almost immediately I felt the greased tip touching my cheeks and began wiggling to accommodate this sweet impaler. I almost swooned as it slowly pushed it's way in ,oooh so big, aaahh so good. Miriam gave me time to squirm around to the best position and then fastened a strap around my waist. Miriam moved that huge joystick out and in a few times to make sure I was positioned right, this of course elicited some very happy gasps. Miriam made some adjustments to the chair, raising the legs slightly and spreading them apart, and then rolling the top of the chair in, sort of curling my upper back forward. I felt her behind me fastening a device to the back of my head and neck, bending my head slightly forward and making it impossible to move. Miriam moved around between my legs and held up something ----

"This goes in your mouth dear it will keep you from biting your tongue or making any noise. After it is in you won't be able to say anything. Are you comfortable?" Miriam asked.

"Yes everything is fine" I replied.

I had to open very wide for to wiggle the piece in, when it was in place, she told me to bite down. When I did, a suction was formed on my teeth, so that I could not open my mouth. Miriam took a little swab with jel on it a and rubbed it between my lips and teeth to keep my lips from sticking to the device.

"Dr. Powell gave orders to put this in your mouth she

expressed some fear that you might try to back out of your

committment. Now that you can't say anything we won't have

to worry will we." Miriam smiled at me.

Miriam brought the little wires out, but this time they came from behind me and she hooked one to each nipple! Miriam disappeared from sight for a couple of minutes and when she reappeared she walked in between my legs and picked up my scrotum with one hand.

"I am going to inject a deadening solution in you now, first I am going to just put it in the skin. But when I inject it in your testicles there will be some pain for a moment or two. Try not to cry and make your make up run." Miriam said.

I can see her every motion, the injections in the skin are not bad, better than the dentist. Now she is pulling my testicles forcing them tightly against the skin.

"Now I am going to inject into each of your testicles starting with the left one, be steady now. It will be just a few minutes until your moment of glory." Miriam told me

AAAAAGHHHHH, my scream echoed in my skull, STOP! STOPPP! Liquid fire shot all the way to my brain. NO---NO more I don't want this, I changed my mind. PLEASE STOP! AAAAAAGHHHHH, she can't hear me, she did it to the other one! OOOHH thank goodness the deadening solution is working, I can breathe again. MIRIAM-- MIRIAM I groaned but she can't hear me! Look at me, look at my eyes I changed my mind! You must let me go! She paid no attention to me. She reached down and pulled a little pan on an arm up,and laid my sack in it. Miriam! you must let me go, I made a mistake, please let me out of this chair! Miriam turned her back on me and opened the drapes. The whole wall was glass, on the other side it was like a movie theater, there were rows and rows of women, all wearing white dresses like the one I wore lasy night. Then Miriam walked out of sight. The lights in the room I was in and in the theater dimmed. A spot light came on shining right on me. OOh no I must be first, I wiggled my toes and fingers trying to get somebody's attention. Dr. Covington came and stood by the chair. Why can't they see me wiggling. Miriam is standing on the other side of the chair by a tray of instruments. They both have on face masks and aprons. Miriam moves to the back of the chair and then returns. This time she looks at me and smiles. The vibrations have started, and it is slowly sliding in and out. NOOO I groan I don't want to feel that I want you to let me go. Don,t do this, don't castrate me! It is moving faster, the vibrations are harder. Don't do this, don't, don't, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. In, out, in, out,in,out. OOOH so good, the wall, now it looks like a mirror, I can see my self trapped in the chair, good, in, out in, out. My face , so lovely, my curls shine in the spotlight, in out , in ,out, oh how I love my curls, in, out in, out. I can dimly hear Ms. Merrill's voice ------

"James, now known as Jane came to us with a trumped up story about wanting pictures of a permanent wave. Obviously with hair that long I knew he really wanted the permanent for himself and was just too shy to ask. Jane has responded so well to her initial treatments she may not be of much entertainment. She has only exhibited anxiety when she realized she had to wait until tonight to be castrated. She has shown no resistance at all and her final interview was one of perfect submission. So don't be disappointed if she doesn't scream or beg to be released. You may begin Dr. Covington."

In, out, in, out, good good, the Doctor has a scalpel in her hand, a quick slice and my sack is open, she has a testicle in her hand Miriam puts a clamp on the cord. I can't stop them they are going to cut them off !!! Slice and it is in the pan, another clamp, another slice, they are gone! Miriam removes the pan, and they both disappear from sight. Only my reflection remains I see all of me in the mirror my lovely face, my shining hair, my empty, bloody scrotum, yes, yes it is right, it is perfect, I feel the rush coming, I tremble, my curls shake in the light, a shock an overpowering feeling of happiness as I am propelled to the greatest emotional peak ever AAAAHHHH

THE END OR Is it just the beginning?