Message-ID: <4587eli$9710041853@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sapphire@mhv.net (Sapphire) Subject: NEW TG: Patricia ( 7 / 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: <343791a9.28575040@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---------------------------------------- Chapter7 And suddenly, I wished that I could get out of this apartment. I wanted to parade myself off in front of the entire world. I had worked so hard to achieve this effect, that I just wanted someone to see it, even if they were strangers and wouldn't say a word to me. Then the sordid and demeaning thought hit me that this must be how a transvestite feels after he has gotten all dressed up. He just wants to show off and fool the world into thinking he is really a woman, not the man he was really was. I nearly ran to the bathroom to remove all of these clothes and makeup, but didn't. I wasn't a transvestite, I was really a woman and this was how I was supposed to look. Again, I examined my image in the mirror and felt the silky feel of all the feminine clothing on my body and tried to accept it. But the image in the mirror wasn't really me and the feeling of this clothing just made me feel very much the gay man in drag. Then I continued looking and decided I really did look quite nice and actually, I didn't feel that uncomfortable in this attire. And I could see my breasts just trying to burst out of their constraints and looking very feminine with the swells of the two mounds of flesh and the cleavage very obvious to anyone that looked. I turned around in a sharp motion and felt the dress swirl and caress my legs, and started to like the feel of the dress and my other garments. And looking at the very feminine girl in the mirror, I started to feel just a little girlish and sort of liked the way I looked and felt. This seemed weird and not very masculine, but at the same time it seemed sort of relaxing and right. And this was after just forty-eight hours of consciously acknowledging my female body. Somewhat reluctantly, I decided to stick with the dress, at least for a couple of hours. Maybe I would start to adjust to this feminine feeling, just a little I hoped. I walked into the study, and for the hell of it tried to get into the Heights Investigations computer, and this time it was turned on and accessing the Internet. I punched in the code that would continually check for access and my only chance was getting in just when the operator was signing off from the network. Or better yet, left his machine on hold and went and got coffee or was called away with some other duty. I let the machine on a endless cycle of attempting to break in his computer and had an alarm set to signal success. I then proceeded to walk around the apartment, trying to feel natural in this dress and not succeeding very well. I didn't know what to do with my self. I gracefully sat down on a chair, folded my legs, one over my knees and knew that woman didn't do that. Then I awkwardly crossed my legs and was pleased to notice that my panties were no longer visible to the casual viewer. I got up off the chair and decided that I should walk around for a while to get used to the feel of these heels. They were only two inch heels, but I still had to balance a bit on them. I tried walking across the room again, first taking rather large masculine steps, then mincing in tiny little steps. Neither way seemed comfortable or felt right. I then proceeded to walk back to the bathroom, turned around and walked out into the living room again, then into the study, back out and into the kitchen. Not satisfied, I repeated this exercise about five or six more times, watching the mirrors in the living room and bedroom each time to get some measure of my progress. And each time I saw my reflection in the mirror, I studied it, trying to get somewhat composed with this image. The long hair down my shoulders and back, the delicate painted face, and the short and somewhat revealing dress exposing my neck, breasts, slim arms and long legs were all so striking and different that I was having a very difficult time relating this vision of my self with my mental recollection of my male appearance. I would frequently sit on a chair or one of the bar stools in the kitchen, trying to do it gracefully and with some feminine aplomb. Then I got back up and continued walking again. The heels on the shoes caused a slight wiggling of my rear end and I let myself relax and further emphasized this undulation. And occasionally I would sort of twirl and make the skirt of the dress flare out and wrap around my legs. All in all, it was a rather strange experience and I didn't really know if I was enjoying or hating this dressing in female clothing. But either way, I had to admit that I was a very pretty girl and sexy in sort of a wholesome way. But all this time, I was always aware of the drastic change in my groin. It just felt completely different, the void where I used to have some definite male organs. And eventually, the shoes started to feel better on my feet. Not comfortable, not normal, but acceptable. Then I tried running and discovered why woman seem to nearly always seem to run in a stilted manner. It was the only way one could run with heels on. Little steps, ass wiggling, looking quite unathletic was about the only way a woman could move with a modicum of speed. Why many ran the same way in tennis shoes, I just didn't understand because I knew that women could run with an open stride as many did in athletic contests. But I just continued walked and running around the apartment until I felt fairly natural in these shoes and dress. Eventually it occured to me that by putting one foot directly in front of the other, I was walking in a much more normal female fashion. Finally, I went into the bedroom, looked at the clock and noticed it was nearly noon. I had spent over three hours in my shower, putting on this makeup, doing my hair and dressing. This was clearly an unacceptable waste of time. I must learn to do this faster or quit doing it. I would be damned if I was going to spend three hours of my life just getting dressed in the morning. Of course I had spent the last half hour just walking around the apartment getting adjusted to these new shoes. For the hell of it, I went to the telephone, picked it up and heard the dial tone. I dialed "O" and this time I got an operator. I told him it was a mistake and hung up. Evidently my logic had made an impression on Richard. I picked out a book, this one on female fashions, and sat down in the chair and started reading it. It was really very boring, but I continued slogging through the pages and eventually I got interested. Just finding the words for the various forms of female dress was sort of interesting. Shoes were called pumps, sandals, skimmers, flats, T-Straps, Huaraches, Step-ins, wedges, slings, and innumerable others. Some were redundant but each had a physical characteristic that prompted the name. And it was the same with every other piece of clothing. There were underwire bras, minimizing bras, enhancing bras, athletic bras, strapless bras, decollete bras, front fastening bras, full figured and even maternity bras. And finally, the 'wonder' bra, a brassiere that was supposed to enhance ones breasts in a very sexual manner. But the 'wonder bra' was really just an underwire demi-bra that pushed up ones breasts. I learned what a chemise consisted and the combinations of these undergarments with brassieres, girdles and garter straps. Some were quite sexy and revealing and were obviously meant to sexually charge up a male companion. And the materials of the dresses and skirts were equally diverse and interesting. It would take me years to really know what I was reading while examining the ad's in the newspapers and magazines. No wonder woman had such a hard time with math and science. Their minds will full of the different styles and names for their clothing and had no room for the essentials of the sciences. This I knew to be a macho thought, but what the hell, I was a woman and could have all the macho thoughts I wanted now. With this body, I couldn't possibly be accused of being a 'male macho pig.' Inwardly, I chuckled at the thought. Then it hit me that I hadn't chuckled, I had giggled with the complete high pitched giggle of a girl. Then the computer started buzzing and I went and found I was in the Heights system. I quickly looked around and went to their financial records, found the entry from Culler, Inc. and a code that identified the case files. I searched for a while and found the case data base and enter the code and found a full description of the negotiations, the planning and the execution of my abduction. I downloaded it and broke the connection before I was discovered. Now I had Richard over a barrel. He was in my power and I could negotiate on even terms. But first I had to get the files out of the apartment and in a place where they would be delivered to the police, the FBI and most of the media if anything happened to me. And suddenly it occurred to me, use the Internet. Load the file in with a trigger that would automatically download all the information to all of the relevant police agencies. I just needed a way to activate the trigger that and I figured a few letters to various journalist should accomplish this. I was set, I just had to create the file and load them up. Then I had a better idea. I would load the file with sort of a booby trap. If I didn't reset the trap, the file would automatically be released to the journalists and police agencies I determined. I was busy typing a letter that would be posted to ten or twelve journalists, say six in Grand Rapids, two in Lansing, and one each in Detroit, Chicago, Kalamazoo, St. Louis, Washington D.C. and any where else I could get a reliable name plus the FBI, the Michigan State Police, and the Grand Rapids Police. And the computer blanked out, showed a screen informing me I had E-Mail. I canceled the notification screen and brought up my mail box. It was another letter from Richard. Patricia, I received your E-Mail and am sort of surprised by your feeble attempts to blackmail me. But your use of 'Kathy's' name has made me wonder if you did find anything of use to you in your endeavor. If need be, I will search your apartment and your computer and find out what you have. In fact I have already searched your computer and found nothing very interesting except for two files that were encrypted. These make me wonder. I am sorry for the intrusion on your privacy but I am sure you can understand my concern. I and my staff have watched your first transition into the feminine world and this is a great improvement over yesterday. I expected that you would use far more facial makeup and would chose clothing more in keeping with a young man's sexually fantasied vision of how a woman should dress. And I apologize for the imposition into your personal life, but it just part of the Institutes research. Patricia, I am really proud of you. I especially liked the color coordination between the ribbons in you hair and the rest of your dress. And even the very slight hint of green in your eye shadow impressed me. Patricia, for this you get an A+. This was not only exemplar for your first session, but you jumped ahead by about two weeks. ( Literally years ahead of some girls who haven't figured that less is sometimes much better than more.) And about the telephone, that was a bit stupid. And so was the idea of locking you in your apartment and leaving all the windows open. I have taken the liberty of freeing your telephone and releasing the lock on your front door. You are now free to do what you want. But the computer was your salvation and I knew how important it is too you and like an idiot, I gave you a means of communicating with the world and only cut off your local access. Well, I am new at this kidnaping and prisoner thing. By the way, I am coming by and seeing you tonight. I think it will be more conducive to our future relationship if me meet face to face. Please stay dressed the way you are right now, as this will be very pleasing to me. Now get on with your life and enjoy your new sex! Love and kisses, Richard Bingo, I thought. He just admitted that he kidnaped me and this will only add additional proof to my file. I decided to return his letter and I address a new message to Culler, Inc. Richard Culler, Your affectionate responses with Love and Kisses are not appreciated, but do what you must do. I have discovered that the telephone is open now but I haven't even tried the door and am not about to do so. As I said, I have no reason to make a spectacle of myself in the world. The encrypted files are just my impressions of my transition from male to female. They are very personal and very private. I don't much like the idea of any one reading my inner most thought and feelings. And you are right, you closed the door before I had gotten much from my searches though the databases. I just got into your personnel records and discovered your birth date and Social Security number to use in crashing the other protected files. However I do know that you are Richard Allan Culler, born 2\13\62 and your SSN is 472-35-5593. Your mother's maiden name is Leiberman and you attended college at Penn State, Harvard, and the London School of Economics. Not a bad education for a middle aged man. But other than that, nothing. You can sleep securely. But I will keep trying. I am pretty good and have some means of hacking that you can't possible know about. I have been doing it for years and this is just another exercise, but an exercise that seems pretty important to me now. But rest assured, I am not going to sue you or harass you in anyway. I just want to be free of both you and the clinic. I have a life to live and I want to get on with it. I will continue with the hacking as I prefer to deal from a position of strength. And I will be looking forward to your visit tonight. I have a few things I want to discuss with you also. Until then, I remain your vassal, Pat While typing the note, my eyes were constantly looking down over my breasts and seeing those new delicate hands with their colored fingernails playing over the keys. And the occasional typing error caused by the longer fingernails was just another reminder of my new sex. It was now after one in the afternoon and I was ready for some lunch. I looked through the cupboards and decided on a light lunch. After a lunch of a tuna and onion sandwich along with some chips, I went swishing into the study. I was still wearing these outlandish sexy clothes, but said the "Hell with it." I kicked off my shoes and curled my legs beneath my dress, and sprawled comfortably on the couch. I made notes of the letters I was going to write and then went to the computer. First I finished my letters to the various journalists I had selected and included them along with all the information I had gleaned from the Internet. I loaded the file I had assembled into a secured file that automatically post to E-Mail if the date I specified passed with no intervention. I was finally satisfied that I was safe from Richard's prying at the moment so I eliminated the files from my computer. Relieved and satisfied, I picked up a manual from Paradox for Windows and started reading, frequently getting up and going to the computer to try various suggested ideas out. Each time I got up and moved to the computer, I became very aware of my dress, my bosom, my hair and my groin. They all contributed to a disconcerting feeling about the way I looked and felt. I guessed that if I had much shorter hair, smaller breasts, I could adapt much easier and quicker, but this was not the case. I had extremely long hair and vary large breasts and now, some fairly sexy clothing on my body. Every movement, each motion I made reminded me of my new gender. Physically, I was so obviously female and mentally, I was still so very male and this was making for a very confused and mixed thought process. I couldn't help but be impressed with my appearance and my body, but I hated it at the same time. One instant I felt very much like a girl, but the next, I felt like I was just man in drag. I killed the entire afternoon that way, stopped for supper, and was soon back on the computer. In the midst of one of my computer trials, I though I heard someone else in the apartment. I got up, slipped on my shoes, inadvertently smoothed out my dress and walked out to the living room. Richard Culler was standing there with a brief case and a bunch of flowers in his hand. My rage was nearly uncontrollable. But I did control it and just stood there thinking epithets, but all he saw was a smile on my face. He just stood there and smiled back. "Patricia, this is just great. I knew you as 'Pat', my old friend, as a piece of flesh on the operating table, but this is something else. Seeing my old friend as a girl, a woman in the flesh and blood, I find this just overwhelming and am quite proud of my handiwork. I brought you some flowers. All girls like flowers." "You must realize you are quite beautiful, a vision that all men would admire. And as a man, I admire you. But this is not the reason for the meeting, me telling you what a truly beautiful woman you have become. Now come here a moment and let me hold you and feel you and love you. Don't be bashful and come here." Nearly mesmerized by this man, I came up to him and he grabbed me in his arms and tried to kiss me. Now as a man or a woman, I would decide who I would kiss and who I wouldn't. And Richard was definitely in the group of those who I wouldn't. I wiggled out of his grasp, looked him in the eyes and said in my newly feminine voice, "Richard Culler, you are a complete bastard. To do this to a person and expect him to even slightly like you, let alone kiss you, is the height of egocentric mania. I hate you now and will always hate you for what you have done to me. And besides, I am not really a girl, just appear as one and I don't especially like fresh cut flowers." "Fine, I am adaptable and am stuck with this female persona and physique you have forced on me. I will live with it, but don't expect me to ever give a damn about you. Besides, you claimed you did this to me to get my true love, Kathy. What possible reason or desire could you have for me when you have her?" He answered, "That last sounded nearly like you 'could like' me. You sounded jealous of my relationship with Kathy. Well that is not the situation. I just feel an obligation to you. I took a normal healthy young male and turned him into a normal healthy young female and I watched the entire transformation. I probably know much more about your conversion than you do. In fact I know I do. Like a Frankenstein, I am interested in my creation. And you, dear Patricia, are my creation." "I was witness to your capture, at least on video tape. Then I determined every operation that you would endure, insuring that the first operation was the elimination of your male sex organs and the substitution of the female ones. I could have just left you like that, a sexual freak and oddity, but I didn't. I agreed with the sketches of your new face and saw that the surgery was successful. I insisted on your voice transition. I even vetoed the doctors idea of a spinal reduction which would make you shorter. One, I have always liked tall girls, and two, the operation was just too dangerous. I stood by your bedside many days and nights, just caring about you. In fact, right now, I am not sure if I am more in love with Kathy than with you. You are my creation, my dream girl. Everything is just right about you, at least the way you look and appear. And your mind and mentality, I have always admired your brain, your way of thinking things through, and your quick and sarcastic wit." "Sure, I am nearly a billionaire, and only five years older than you. Somehow I was lucky and you are unlucky. I believe you were only making about 50G's before your conversion. It takes quite a while for fifty grand a year to add up to a billion dollars. But still you had something I didn't have, a piece of mind, a sense of worth, a happy life, and the love of Kathy. This made me insanely jealous so I took action and you are now what your are." "Richard", I replied. "If you only knew what made me like I was, that is before you started messing with me. I was completely happy as a man. Self satisfied if you wish. Sure I loved Kathy at this time in my life, but I had numerous affairs with other equally desirable girls. It was just that at twenty-six, I decided to settled down and Kathy was there, available, intelligent and very lovely. I was never an overly emotional man, just as I am not a overly emotional woman at the present time. I let myself fall in love with her and was completely happy with the ensuing prospect of living our lives together." "But now that is over. You had me changed into a girl, admittedly, a fairly attractive girl, but a girl, none the less. I have never truly admired women, they were far too emotional, given to flights of fancy, liked shopping and spending money in an excessive manner, and were much to taken up with their image, their appearance and dress. Although I have always thought that women were as intelligent as men, somehow, they never seemed to use it to the fullest in their personal lives. Admittedly, in school, they were our equal, but when emotionally dealing with the real issues of life, most women somehow come up lacking something. Or at least approach these issues from an entirely different perspective, a perspective I didn't really understand." "But now you have made me into a woman. I even sound like a woman and am dressing as a woman. But I don't feel or think any differently than I ever did. I have only been conscious for three days in my new body. Maybe I will change over the long haul, but to date, I am still mentally the same person I always was. I am dressed like this because it was inevitable considering my current physical status. Dressing and appearing as a female was a challenge to my engineering mind, just to see if I could do it. Admittedly this dress, makeup and hair tends to make me feel just a little bit feminine. But this feeling is just superficial and not internal." "I have had a hell of a time realizing I can't sleep with girls anymore and do anything fairly interesting sexually. And what is more fascinating, is the fact that men can sleep with me and do to me what men always want to do to a female. The clinic said that I could become pregnant, bare a child or children. I have to accept this fact, this horrible fact that I could be impregnated, develop a baby in my new womb and eventually give birth to another human being. I have to accept this as reality even though I don't like the idea much. I mean, I don't like the idea of me giving birth, not that a real women shouldn't do this." Richard seemed to be taken aback by my speech. He thought for a while and then responded. "You are correct, Patricia. I kept you under drugs for nearly three months. Now that I have let you think again and you do seem to understand the inevitability of your future life, I have relented. And in addition, I have a few surprises for you." He went and got his brief case, opened it and pulled out a folder and laid it open on the coffee table. Opening it he pulled out a document and handed it to me. "Patricia, here is your new driver's license. Complete with your new name of Patricia Jennifer Browning, your sex as female and a picture of your present likeness. I knew you would like the name Patricia since I made it a sure thing with some auto suggestions when you were unconscious. Some other suggestions that were implanted in your mind, I hope are helping you adjust to your new body and image." "And with the driver's license comes a new Mercedes convertible. Here are the keys. Also, here are three approved credit cards with fairly high credit limits. Next is a new birth certificate, one that specifies you were born a girl in Cedar Rapids on January 4th, 1967. Also I have included copies of the changed transcripts of your college records in you new name. I took the liberty of depositing $200,000 in this new bank account for your use. This will be above the trust I am putting into your name of $1,000,000." "We sent in your resignation to Herman Miller, citing 'Extremely pressing personal problems' as your reason for resigning. We also sent off letters to your parents and sisters, stating that you were going on a sabbatical trip around the world and would here back in about three months. Additionally, we have sent each of them some very impersonal postcards from various foreign post offices as a follow up." "Patricia, I am not really a bad man. I was just desperate and manically jealous of you and Kathy. Neither I or medical science can undo what has happened to you. You will just have to adjust. But I hope I have made your life a bit easier. The rest of your life is ahead of you at this moment. You can continue your career, fall in love and get married, or just sit and be a playgirl the rest of your life. The money is there for you to do what you wish." "But please, just stay away from Kathy and me, at least for the present. Incidentally, you are enrolled in the Ester Murray Modeling school starting next Monday morning at nine a.m. And judging from the progress you have made in one day toward the feminine appearance, you should be on their staff by the end of the first week." "This apartment is yours for the duration. If you have any great problems, you can reach me with the computer messaging system. I would very much like to kiss you and wish you goodbye, but that is up to you. I am going to walk out of this apartment and I hope you have a very fulfilling life as a woman." I felt a warming in my body for this rich but pitiful man. I leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. He then pulled me up and planted a big one on my lips, the first time I had ever been kissed by a man in my entire life. It wasn't totally unpleasant. Richard turned, picked up his case and walked to the door. "Patricia, my best to you for the rest of your life. I am truly sorry for what I did, but I believed it was necessary and now an accomplished fact." He reached over and gave me a kiss on the forehead and walked out of the door. I couldn't believe that I was rid of him. What he did to me was beyond belief. But if I didn't realize that he was responsible, I could nearly like him. However, I also couldn't believe that I was now a woman and would have to live as one the rest of my life. But at least I was free, I could come and go at will. Life suddenly looked a lot more auspicious for me. -- +--------------' 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> /