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One day when you had the opportunity to go out to lunch, you decided to try a restaurant that some of the women in the office had been talking about. They had seemed very enthused about the quality of the food and the reasonable prices, besides commenting on the beautiful decor. You were rather hesitant about going because you knew most of them were "salad bar" types but went anyway. As you entered the restaurant you were surprise at the decor, it was definitely female, like a lady's boudoir, done in shades of pink and rose with knick-knacks and lacy curtians and small flowers on the wallpaper. However it was pleasing to the eye and relaxing the tension generated by the sterile office conditions.
You were seated by a rather buxom hostess and told that your waitress whose name was Cheryl would be with you in a moment, while she handed you a menu. As you looked over the menu trying to decide what to eat, another surprise, because it wasn't a typical "salad bar" selection, although it included many of those items, and the prices were Very reasonable, better than you could do at the cafeteria. After choosing what you wanted and giving your order to Cheryl,who was a very pleasant,petite woman even if her high heeled sandles didn't look practical, you began to observe the other diners around you.
Most of them were women and several of them were dressed well enough to be wealthy or else hookers, and those seemed to be a bit nervous and kept glancing around particularly towards the kitchen area where the restrooms were also located at. Not that you paid that much attention just figuring that they were like most women and checking out the ladies room (probably they were on the rag). Of the men there were a few and nothing very note-worthy about them except one who even in your heterosexual opinion was quite a "hunk" the women probably fell all over him. He was about average height 5'7"-5'8", blonde, blue eyed, well built with out a flagrant display of muscles. Oh well, no sense staring at the guy you might give him the wrong idea about yourself(heaven forbid!). Cheryl brought your food and you thanked her, and proceeded to eat. As she checked back later you decided that you had time for dessert, especially as they had cheesecake. At the same time the "hunk" walked past on his way to the john. Your dessert came and you ate it and finished the last of your coffee, you had refused a refill because you really had to get back to work. As you were paying your bill you noticed that the "hunk" hadn't returned to his table and you had the passing thought of hoping that everything was coming out alright and as the thought passed through there was a commotion in the kitchen and the sound of breaking dishes, oh well that happens to the best of us. Several months later when you were deciding to go out to lunch the thought of that restaurant came to mind, you had thought of several times before but hadn't gotten a chance to go there, but there was nothing important going on at work today so you could take a little longer lunch hour and thought you'd try there again. Nothing about the place had changed, not the decor, not the hostess, you even had Cheryl as your waitress(a defininite feeling of de-ja vu came over you, but you shook off the feeling and preceded to enjoy your meal. As you were eating a young blond women entered and was being seated by the hostess. You took a second look at her. She seemed familiar some how but you couldn't place her. She was about 5'7"-5'8" in height well built(firm) but not fat, even rather well stacked, in fact she was quite a looker. Her clothes had an expensive look to them. They were very feminine with lace insets and the skirt was done in a handkerchief hem. She seemed very nervous and figgited with her bracelets and rings a lot and she seemed to stutter a bit when she gave her order although it may only have been the distance between the tables. Oh well. After you had finished the last of your coffee you decided to use the can or you might not make it back to the office without seeing yellow. You passed Cheryl on your way there and she smiled and asked how your meal had been, you said fine and went in to the john. As you stepped through the door you took one look and stepped back out in a hurry. Then turned to look at the door to make sure that you hadn't gotten the wrong room. Nope it was the right one (men's room). What a shock- you stepped back in and let the door bang behind you, which made you jump guiltily. If this was the men's room it was like none you had ever seen before. Oh the walls were blue as was typical for boys but the gold gilt mirrors and chandelier light fixtures were not. And another thing all the stalls had doors and there wasn't the average urinal by the wall. As you stood gazing around the call of nature called again, so you walked down to the farthest stall and entered locking the door behind you. After finishing the task and zipping your pants you turned to open the door. It wouldn't open, the bolt slid back and forth but the door wouldn't swing open, it was almost as if some giant magnet was holding the door to the frame. As you debated on whether you should call for help(how embarrassing) or if you should climb under the door(most logical) you heard the outer door open and someone enter. Another fact that hadn't registered was that the floor was thickly carpeted, very unusal, and now caused the person who had entered to walk with out a sound. Well time was moving and you wanted OUT! "Hello" you said "ah excuse me but I ah can't seem to get the door open, could you ah give me a hand?" Funny how your voice seemed to shake just a bit and the room itself sort of absorb the sound. As you stood there deciding whether to call again the door swung open. No one was there, how strange, maybe it had just been stuck. While stepping out you glanced down to check your zipper and as you did a movement was caught out of the corner of your eye and they slid in that direction, when you realized what you were seeing you stood as if frozen with all the typical questions running through your mind. Never did the most atypical one occur not until much later. What you saw were two pair of feet, nyloned feet in very high heeled- ankle strap sandles! As your eyes wandered up the nyloned legs to the skirt hems and up past breasts to shoulders to faces, you felt your self blanch then turn red with embarrassment as you begin to stutter about this being the men's room. For what you saw were two very feminine but very large and well muscled women. They're faces were set and they'er eyes were cold, unfeeling, there was no shock nor any humor in them. They stepped forward towards you, in unison, one on either side, they each grabbed an arm and before you could open your mouth to say anything the one on your left held a cloth to your nose and mouth. You breathed in at the unexpectedness of it and sweet rather overpowering smell came to you and then everything went black.
As you began to regain consciousness you could hear people talking at a distance, the words were garbled and made little sense except for one sentence and that was "yes he should make a very interesting candidate for our experiment" this was said by a female voice that was low and rather husky sounding. Someone standing next to you called out to the other voices that you were now awake. You decided to open your eyes and see just who was there and find out just what was going on. The site that met you was one that would stay for a long time in your memory. There were two women walking towards you, one was obviosly the superior over the other. As they stopped next to you, you also realized that you were laying on a gurney and were strapped down, you wet your lips with your tongue and tried to ask what was going on and who were they, unfortunatly your mouth was to dry to allow you to speak and before you had the chance to try again you remembered the scene in the john at the restaurant and wondered if that had been a dream but the minute the the lady began to speak you knew that whatever had happened and was going to happen was for real. "Well my little man" she said "I hope you're not too uncomfortable, you had best enjoy it while you can because it's going to get worse before it gets better and you had best enjoy your feelings of being a man because when you wake up again you will no longer be totaly a man. You see that is what I do. I am this Mistress and I like to take male chauvinists like you and make them in my own image. Don't think that you will escape or that anyone will miss you, I have taken care of all that and when you return to the present several months will have gone by and Carl will no longer exist. You will be Carolyn, a female to all appearances. Do you understand, you will not be a man any longer you will be a women, and I will teach you to act and to live and to think like one." As your mind tried to grasp what she,The Mistress" had said and the full meaning dawned, a scream rose in your throat. But you only whimpered, shaking your head back and forth, saying over and over,"no I'm a man , I'm a man." She patted your hand and said "No my dear you will be a woman". Then she stepped back and the other one came near, in her hand she had a hypo, this she injected into your arm and said" sweet dreams, Carolyn" Slowly you were engulfed in darkness again. As you awoke for the second time you found yourself lying in a double bed that had satin sheets and pillow case, you were so relaxed and comfortable that you didn't want to move. You knew that something was wrong but you couldn't remember what and you didn't care. Then you did remember, the lady who called herself The Mistress, and the rest of it, the restaurant and the john, the injection, what was it she had said, yes now you remember being told that you would become a woman. What a stupid idea, oh these sheets felt so good rubbing against your body, how strange too, you've slept on satin before but they never felt this good. Suddenly you sat up, that drug they gave you must still be working for you not to have noticed anything different, you pulled the sheet away from your naked body and looked at yourself. Your hair, all of your body hair was gone, there was none on your arms or legs, armpits and chest were clean too, even, oh god, someone shaved your crotch too. But it didn't feel like it had been shaved, it was more like it had never existed, there was no roughness or nubbies. While you were examining yourself, the door to your room opened, you grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to cover your body. It was The Mistress, "how nice to see you awake" she said as she entered the room."I hope that you had a nice sleep, now before you try to ask any questions let me tell you that you may as well forget any idea that you had about escaping, that would be impossible, for there are guard everywhere. Besides where would you go? the life that you knew as Carl no longer exists there is only a new life starting as Carolyn, already the procedures have started, the hair removal is only a beginning, while you were asleep we also started with the hormonal injections that will soon be showing some effect with the natural development of your breasts and later after we have taught you all that we can about being a women we will be doing some cosmetic surgery, such as breast implants and possibly, you might even get enough into my favor to receive a cunt.
The next few months where a joy and a trial for you. A joy in the fact that you learned the sensual pleasure of wearing women's clothing, the variety and textures but it was also a trial in that in the beginning you fought so hard against becoming a women and the suffering and humiliation from the others because you wouldn't except your new role. And then when you finally decided that you couldn't fight it any longer and that the Mistress had been correct and that there was no escaping her. You had the problem of trying to wear high heeled shoes and walking in them. The different ways of putting on makeup, so that you didn't look like a sea hag or a hooker on her first trick. It was hard to unlearn the habits of 30 odd years but you had the added incentive of desperately wanting to be in the Mistress' favor. The final test after finally accomplishing all of these goals was to go back to that restaurant and present yourself to the public and to the employees there , as a women. To pass completely, with no more longing or backward glances of what it was to be a man, not now or ever would you think of yourself as Carl, the man you used to be, you are now and forever Carolyn. And needless to say quite happy to be you.
A word of warning to those macho men out there if you should ever enter a restaurant that has pink and rose decor with lacy curtians you had best beware, if by chance you are a tv, then I congratulate you on finding your hearts desire.