Message-ID: <4562eli$9710031508@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sapphire@mhv.net (Sapphire) Subject: NEW TG: Patricia ( 3/ 52 ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <343535cb.5053482@library.airnews.net> Hi folks - A NEW multi-part Transgender story ! (Posted with written permission from the author!) Enjoy! Sapphire Sapphire's Place TG Fiction Archive Sapphire's Channel - Pointcast and Webcast TG Fiction ( http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire ) All the Warnings to Minors are in effect. There are parts that some feel could corrupt your young minds. ----The Story Follows---------------------------------------- Chapter 3 For a moment or so, I would forget, but another movement of my body, brought back the feeling of complete change. And if I could ignore these sensations, I would pass in front of a mirror and see myself, my alien self, that very curious woman I had become. Or I would move my much more diminutive arms in front of my eyes and notice their startling lack of body hair and see those longer nails painted a shocking pink. It was very distracting to my mind. And if the long hair, swinging around my face and shoulders and if this new sensation in my groin wasn't bad enough, the jiggle of the breasts was the most disconcerting effect of my new body. These new boobs sort of bounced with each step, an unnatural and very unstable weight on my chest, a annoyance I could well do without. In spite of my feelings for my lost manhood, I went back to the bedroom, opened the top drawer and picked out a bra, one that looked like it would hold my breasts firmly in place. I removed my jersey, and then put my arms through the loops, adjusted the cups over my breasts and then tried to fasten the damn contraption, blindly, behind my back. I saw the two pair of hooks and the three pair of loops and struggled for a moment and finally got it fastened. I looked down and saw the cleavage between those protruding mounds encased in this feminine garment and felt like a damn queer. Upon further contemplation, I decided it wasn't like a queer, more just a feeling of weird unreality. Pulling the jersey back over my head and freeing my hair from it's confines, I walked back into the living room, relieved to find that the bouncing of the breasts, if not eliminated, was greatly reduced. Well, at least I had discovered at least one of the reasons woman wear brassieres. I went to the telephone on the desk and dialed the operator, figuring that I would at least find out where I was and what options I could had, but the dial tone turned into a recorded voice, "This phone has been programmed for incoming calls only. Thank you for calling." I realized that I was a prisoner in this rather nice apartment. I didn't know why or what I was being kept for. Then my mind started to wildly think of reasons. I had the body of a girl, a female and possibly of a prostitute. Maybe I was here only for various men, men who paid for the pleasure of my company. I thought about this and decided this made no sense. A man could pick up many equally nubile girls off the street and control them for a lot less than had been spent on me. This sex conversion must have cost thousands of dollars. They why? I wondered around the apartment, looking at the various furnishings, feeling my vulva and new boobs with every step. I wasn't worried at the moment of how I would approach my friends, my parents, my sisters, or ever Kathy as I wasn't about to approach anyone. I was a captive in this damn apartment, but at the moment, wasn't too anxious to escape. I threw myself on the couch in the living room, and was surprised to feel tears running down my cheeks. I was crying, something I hadn't done since I was five years old, but it was very real. I had been a man for twenty-six years and now I wasn't a man any longer. I was just a hopeless female freak, and suddenly I thought, "I wonder if I can get pregnant." I just couldn't comprehend this possibility, but it just might be a likelihood with this new body. Pregnancy, me pregnant. A completely alien thought to my male mind. For twenty six years I had been male and always planned on eventually being a father and had always been intrigued and sexed up by pregnant girls. But now I seemed to be a girl. I tried to imagine what pregnancy would be like, but really couldn't. In fact, I couldn't imagine the act that would get me pregnant. Oh bullshit, I wouldn't even consider this bizarre thought. I may have a female body, but I was still completely male in my thoughts and mental processes. And I couldn't really believe that I really had been changed in spite of the evidence that confronted me as I saw my self in a mirror or touched nearly any part of my body. I wiped the tears off of my cheeks with the back of the hand and got a grip on my emotions. And somehow, I felt just a bit better having had the little mental breakdown. Maybe I shouldn't have given up crying when I was five. I got up off the couch noticing my jersey jutting out from my chest, not laying flat against my masculine chest, but looking very feminine with the mounds of my new bosom quite evident. And the hair that had fallen over my shoulders and down over the breasts enhanced this new sensation of femininity. I pulled the hair up in both hands and gave it a yank, felt the pull at the roots, and then let it fall back down my back. It suddenly occurred to me that I could check the computer and find out today's date with no trouble. I walked over, switched on the monitor and CPU, and waited for the computer to boot. It came up on a windows screen and I immediately accessed the accessory window and double clicked on the clock icon. The computer came back with 8:43 AM. May 4, 1993. I removed the clock from the screen when suddenly the normal windows screen was replaced by a message screen informing me of E-Mail waiting to be read. I clicked on the mailbox icon and then the In box icon and saw a letter addressed to Ms. Patricia Browning from the Staff of the Sinway Institute. I clicked on the line and soon was reading the following letter. Dear Ms. Browning, The staff of the Sinway Institute wants to give you our best wishes in your new endeavor, the odyssey you have voluntarily undertaken. Although none of us have ever really met you, that is in a conscious state, we all feel we are very close to you and hope you are pleased with our work. You have our extreme gratitude for volunteering to undergo a complete male to female transformation. You are the first controlled experiment in the sexual conversion of a completely normal male into a completely normal female. Of course we have done this transformation on many transsexuals and a number of psychotic homosexuals, but you are the first completely heterosexual male to agree to this operation. We are all anxiously awaiting the results of this experiment. You have undoubtedly awakened in your transitional apartment and we will be eagerly awaiting the first tapes of your awakening. Of course you realize that many of your actions and sounds will be captured on video tape, as the sitting room in your living area has video camera's that are triggered by any motion in the area. But we can assure you that only trained scientists will be allowed to see these video's and I am sure you can live quite normally most of the time. But please talk up occasionally and audibly express any thoughts and comments you have on this transformation. You know, no, probably you don't know, but we at the Institute tried to make you into the most beautiful woman we could. We figured that if we were going to take away your manhood, you should get the best out of the deal we could manage. And all in all, we think we did a very credible job of it. You are a very beautiful woman now. The more normal way of progressing through this change from male to female would be the administering of female sexual hormones, some cosmetic surgery and having you live as a female for at least a year before the final sex change surgery. But as your lawyer insisted that you be kept under sedation through the entire process, we did the entire process at one time. Female genitalia have been constructed on your body and you have been implanted with a complete compliment of female sex organs. The donor was a nineteen year old Norwegian exchange student, blond, nearly six feet tall, very pretty, extremely intelligent, but unfortunately killed in a motorcycle accident. You now have her sexual organs including her uterus, fallopian tubes, and ovaries and all of her genetic eggs residing in her ovaries. Which brings up a very important point. You must continue taking medication, two times a day, cyclosporine, prednisone and Immurane plus a couple of other drugs to counter act some of the side effects of these immune suppressants. I am sure you wouldn't want to reject these new transplanted female organs. Your teeth were worked on so you have a perfect smile, Then the facial surgery which was fairly extensive. Your male face was quite acceptable, but there were a few flaws and male characteristics which have been corrected in your new female physique. Then a very expensive hair enhancement to give you that long and lovely hair you now sport. Finally complete electrolysis over your face and upper body to rid you of your beard and body hair, some surgery to your rib cage, hands and feet to make your physique more moderate, and hormone treatments and liposuction to build your very adequate breasts and reduce your stomach. The female hormones took care of the rest, expanding your hips and both reducing your male musculature and adding a slight layer of feminine adipose, or subcutaneous fatty tissue to the rest of your body. And finally, there was the voice. Three separate operations were required, but we think we accomplished our goal. Each time your vocal cords were reduced in thickness and tightened to make you voice higher until it was within the normal range of a natural female. You should have the speaking voice of an contralto and the singing range of a mezzo soprano. And now Patricia, you are as close to a natural female as is currently medically possible. No doctor could ever tell you weren't born female and only a chromosome test would indicate your true natural gender. And we believe that you are a fertile female, i.e., you could become pregnant and give birth. We will know better after you have experienced two or three menstrual cycles. Your first mensual period should start within the next month. And of course you realize that any children you may conceive will genetically be the child of your organ donor, not of yourself. However, we took the liberty of getting sperm samples from you and you can be artificially inseminated with the sperm of your male identity and thus would be the natural father and birth mother of any resulting issue. However, you most likely have a completely male mind, a past life living as a male, thinking, acting, and emoting as a male and this adjustment to the female is the purpose of this entire research project. We will be observing your next two weeks progress in this transition and then we will meet you for the first time as a woman during your first checkup at the Sinway Institute. You have our best and we wish you well in your odyssey through the sexes. Sincerely, Dr. Milton Felding Chief Surgical Gynecologist Dr. Morlie Lu Staff Immunologist Dr. Marie Rosmore Staff Psychologist Dr. Marvin DeVries Chief Resident Well, now I knew what had happened to me, just not why. I hadn't volunteered for anything, in fact had never in my life been much of a volunteer. And I definitely had not volunteered for a sex change. In fact I couldn't imagine any normal male agreeing to such a unnatural operation. But the Sinway Institute obviously thought I had volunteered and knew where I was at the present time. I just couldn't believe that they were keeping me prisoner in this place. I thought of voicing my idea's verbally and loudly but then thought better of it. I first had to find out who had been responsible and why. I saved the letter and saw that I had another one. This one was also addressed to Ms. Patricia Browning and was from Mr. Richard Culler. Richard was an old friend, no, more of an acquaintance but we had a few beers together, played tennis and he had even offered me a position in one of his companies. Incidentally, Richard Culler was a fairly young man who had made millions in real estate and various entrepreneurial business. I clicked on this one and saw the following. Pat, or should I say Patricia, Congratulations on your new persona, or at least on your new physique. By now you should be already starting your adjustment to your new sex. And you are probably wondering, "Why me?" Well, this was simply a matter of numbers. One, two and three. One is obviously Kathy, and two is either you or me, and the three the odd man out. I just decided to change the numbers a bit. Now it is just one and two. One for you, Patricia, and two for Kathy and me. Simple and sweet. No bother, no fuss and no legal recriminations, at least nothing that would hold up in court. I am an extremely successful businessman and you were nothing but a young moderately paid engineer. However, you had Kathy and I am in love with her. Trying to get you out of the picture, I offered you a job in South America, but you refused. I then considered assassination, but that could get a bit sticky. So finally came up with the perfect solution. A sex change from male to female seemed the best way that would effectively and perpetually take you out of the picture or at least out of Kathy's life. I am truly sorry for this course of action, Pat, but I could think of no better alternative. I always get what I want and you were something of an obstacle. And it was really quite easy. I know that research hospitals are always in need of money and the Sinway Institute was no exception. I just gave the institution five million dollars provided they did this very explicit type of research and offered to give a million dollars to the first normal and acceptable male volunteer. And sure enough, you did volunteer, even if it did take just a little coercion. It was all very simple. I just gathered you in and brought you under drugs to the clinic. My lawyers had already laid all the ground work. Your contract with the Institute stated that the entire process be performed while you were unconscious. The contract was religiously executed. I also provided the apartment and outfitted it with the TV camera's and audio pickups and the staff at the clinic don't really realize that all communications are subject to my censure. And if I were you, I would keep this fact as a confidence. First, the staff would just assume it was your rejection of the contract, and second, you have much to lose financially. You see, I did keep my part of the bargain and I have settled one million dollars on you, provided you keep this little bargain just between the two of us. So before you start talking, just think what you have to lose. And I might have some more surprises for you, pleasant surprises, before we are done. Well, that it for now. I will remain in contact. You can reply by addressing anything to Rich@Culler.com in your E-Mail. Oh, and remember, that all of the recorded tapes are sent through my electronics center and I can and will edit them before the Clinic sees any of them. Take care, my new beautiful young girl. I will be watching your progress with even more interest than the Institutes. Just relax and enjoy your new sex. Incidently, I have stocked your new library with many books on feminine grooming. You would be well advised to read some of them. Being a woman after twenty-six years as a man has to be just a bit bewildering. With love and affection, Richard Culler I saved that letter also, and the computer reverted back to the Window's screen. I left the computer and went and sat in the chair. Some of my hair had fallen over my shoulder and I found myself playing with it, slowly stoking it and curling it around my fingers. But I was really thinking. And now I knew both the how and the why of this cruel sexual transition that had been forced upon me. This was a complete travesty of everything I had ever believed in. I was still very male, at least mentally. It was just, at least temporarily, I had a rather feminine body. Unfortunately, I really understood that the new body wasn't just a temporary thing, but most likely quite permanent. I suspected that I was stuck in this new guise for the remainder of my life, a fact I couldn't readily accept. I thought of the girls on television, the models in the ads, and also of the girls I had know throughout my life. Somehow, these visions didn't seem nearly as alien as my own body seemed to me now. I thought of the girls I had known quite well and they seemed quite happy and normal, not all that much different than my self. At first, when I didn't know them, just looking at their very lovely bodies and faces, I thought of them as alien creatures. Then when we became close friends, they became just like my self, well very little difference in our normal contacts. And if we got sort of close and made love, or at least necked just a little, it was a third feeling, close to being like me but wonderfully different at the same time. But this was when I was a complete male, and not a male mentality in a female body. I felt like I was going insane and I knew this unwanted transformation was absolutely and completely untenable. Unfortunately, it also seemed to be irrevocable. I decided that I had better get used to my new gender or at least make greater efforts to accept it. I knew enough about sex conversion to know that male to female were much more successful than female to male. The female genitalia could be constructed in the male, but the male genitalia was impossible to adequately duplicate in the female. I was on a one way trip, like it or not. I might be able to reverse the voice, have a mastectomy and rid myself of these breasts, but the best I could hope for in the real important sex organs were prosthetic balls and a lifeless artificial prick. And I would also have to decide if I wanted this lifeless prick to piss or to fuck. It couldn't do both. This wasn't very attractive alternative. But living the rest of my life as a woman was nearly as bad. Well, nearly but not quite, I decided. I walked back to the bedroom, opened the closet door with the mirror and just looked at my new body. Trying to blank my mind to the shock of this tremendous metamorphis, I had to admit that I looked quite delightful as a female. I had a nice face, if not a beautiful one, a good girlish build and looked quite healthy. For a moment I figured that much worse could have been done to me, mutilating me in even a more drastic manner. What if I had just lost my balls and prick and left in the same body, or even worse, amputating my sex organs along with my arms and legs and left me as a torso in a basket. But this hadn't happened and here I was with all my facilities and a fairly decent body although drastically changed. But then again, if I was going to spend the rest of my life as a female, I better give it some thought. First, what had I lost. Upon contemplation, nearly everything. My job, my fianc , my family and my friends would all be gone. I was like a new entity in this world. I just hoped I could salvage at least something of my family, but I wasn't too sure. They were quite liberal, but not extremely so in the matter of quirky sex, and a sex change was about as quirky as you can get. I would at least try and rescue something and figured that Carolyn, my older sister was my best bet. My job was down the drain. I couldn't do anything to save it. And Kathy, Richard was correct in that I was out of the picture concerning her and this hurt the most. She would never look at me again, let alone really believe that I was still Pat. Ah, my Kathy I nearly wept and felt very much like I had lost her by her death. But it wasn't her death, it was more like mine. I was dead as a man, no longer existent. It was a heart rendering emotion. Just thinking of her sent the emotions welling through out my body and mind. The conversations, the meals, the sports and the loving, all intertwined with each other in my mind and now, all were lost to me. As far as my friends went, I didn't have that many close friends that I saw frequently, and the others could just accept me or reject me, provided I chose to reveal my self to them. Then, what had I gained in this transition. Well, I seemed to have quite an attractive female body and Richard said he gave me a million dollars. At eight percent, a million dollars would give me a life time income of $80,.000, more that I made at Herman Miller. That was definitely a big plus and one that gave me some room to maneuver. But could I trust this bastard? Probably not. Maybe I could get another job, although any job I captured as a women would probably be less challenging than the one I held as a man. But then I thought, I don't have a past. My Industrial Engineer degree and my M.B.A. are in the name of Patrick Browning and Patricia Browning doesn't officially exist. And no credit cards, no drivers license, no Social Security number accompanied my new gender. In fact, I was literally, "a woman without a country" as I had no birth certificate either that specified my recently acquired sex. Officially at least, I was a non-entity. Then I realized I had accepted Richard's name for me, Patricia. Well, it was about as close to Patrick as a woman could get and I sort of liked the various nicknames that accompanies this formal given name, that is, Patsy, Patty, Pat, Trish, Trisha. All seemed just fine at the moment. But I really was still Patrick James Browning, at least mentally if not physically. I decided to "speak" to the Sinway group. Out loud I started talking, and was immediately tongue tied by my new voice. The voice seemed to have completely changed and sounded much more like my sister's or Kathy's than my own. I hated it, but after a pause I continued. "Comment to the Sinway Institute." I started and my voice just rang in my ears with it's much higher pitch and lighter timbre. "This is my first comment on my new sex and I sincerely wish it hadn't happened. Until now, I have believed that the essence of a human was all important and the sex nearly incidental But I now know that was fallacious thinking. A male mind in a female body is not a pleasant experience and leaves one with a total sense of disorientation. And how am I am to react to this female body I now inhibit? My sexual orientation is still that of a male with no change resulting from my physical conversion. And as I have never had much of a predilection toward same sex dalliances, the future holds little sexual satisfaction for me. That is because I am now physically a female and mentally a male, both sexes are somewhat off limits to me now." "I have just realized that I have lost my entire past and have nothing with which to build a future. Even a sexless future is better than no future. Can you do anything to help, like providing a birth certificate that states my new gender, a driver's license, school and college records, and even employment records. Right now, I don't exist in the legal reality of our society. Please help me in my dilemma." "As far as the sex change it self, I am completely convinced I was an idiot to ever agree, money or not. I am not a girl, but a man and will always be a man, no matter what was done to my body. Your experiment was not necessarily a failure, maybe even a success if you were just testing a hypothosis that the mind would change with the body. But I am convinced that no normal male could ever be adjusted to the female life. I don't even know where to begin to try. End of comment." Then I added, just as an afterthought for the record, an absolute lie and fabrication. "As an afterthought, I was wrong when I agreed to this monstrous contract. I now regret it completely and just wish that I could reverse it. But it can't be reversed, so I will just live my life as best I can in the future." Well, that was off my chest. I got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen and saw that it was just after nine o'clock in the morning. I didn't know what to do with myself. I had no aim in life, no purpose, nothing to strive to accomplish. I just felt violated and wanted to scream, hit something, or do anything to let this tension inside of me express itself. I just smoothed the hair away from my face and stretched out my jersey hoping my breasts would somehow disappear. I was locked into this apartment, but that was only psychological as I didn't want out very much anyway. Not really knowing why, I went into the study and sat down in front of one of the book cases and started examining the books. And even this simple motion exemplified the differences in the male and female physiology. This particular bookcase was filled with the classics of the ages, Plutarch, Sophocles, Plato, Dostoevski, James, Melville, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Rousseau, and the later authors, Gide, Baldwin, Shaw (both Bernard and Irwin) and many others. It was a very complete collection of the great works of philosophy and literature. I scooted along the floor to the second bookcase and saw it was lined with reference works, eight dictionaries, four in English, one Russian, one French, one Spanish, and one Greek. There were also three Thesaurus's, and many more specific tombs like a medical dictionary, six or more history books, and about anything else one could desire or need. The third bookcase was filled with "How To" books. Every thing from Plumbing to Carpentry to Gardening to Computers. The last bookcase was nothing but books on female topics. The titles that were there indicated such subjects as hair care, cosmetics, skin care, and feminine hygiene, fashions, sewing, cooking, and nearly anything else a girl might want to reference. I found one that was titled "The Woman and Her Body" and pulled it out and decided that should probably be my first thing I should read. I settled down in one of the easy chairs and opened the book and started reading. I had the required sex education courses in high school, then college biology, and ten years of knowing and playing with females, but now I knew, I really didn't know anything in depth about the female body and I had better learn something more quite quickly. I spent nearly two hours immersed in this book and it was very informative. A lot of the facts I was already cognoscente about, but many more were facets of the female body were explained and I was absorbing this information like a sponge. And at the end of the two hours, I wasn't a very happy camper. And obviously the book was largely devoted to the reproductive organs of the female body and I just couldn't believe that these same organs were now part of my body. But the letter from the Sinway Institute said I was now female in every way and had to assume that I was just like the typical woman described in the book. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /