Message-ID: <15194eli$9809110136@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Under Control part sixteen of twenty eight Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <35f0125a.24399622@news.ip.pt> Under Control - part sixteen of twenty eight by mailto: VictorBruno@mschristine.com this story remains copyright Victor Bruno, release to publish granted to Christine Stevenson. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Then minutes later, refreshed by a shower, Delia was all brisk efficiency again. One could scarcely have realised the incident had occurred at all. Whilst for Paul it had been an unforgettable experience, he realised for Delia it had been a momentary frolic. That was bitter to bear. "Of course we won't say anything about it, will we slave?" smiled Delia flexing an unpleasantly thick rod menacingly. "No . . . n-no . . . never, mistress . . . ." promised Paul. "Because I do not think Miss van Meer would much approve. She might decide to cut 'it' off after all!" She was right, he reflected. "I swear, mistress . . . ." he said, most earnestly. "Good . . . good," nodded Delia. "For you, I mean. Because since you are going to remain in my immediate charge for some time yet, you would very much regret any indiscretion." The cane whistled shrilly through the air. "Never forget that how many you get, and how hard depends very much on we overseers. On me!" She smiled roguishly. "Understood?" "Yes, mistress . . ." Paul understood only too well! Delia now went to work on him again. First she massaged his whole body with oil explaining, rather as if she were a nurse, that this would be done regularly to him to help keep his flesh more soft and womanly. Then came his first injection of female hormones. Another regular event to come. "You realise we intend to make you as near female-looking as possible, don't you, slave .. . . even if not female-feeling! In fact preferably not female feeling! Why . . . soon you'll have your own tits . . . with these hormones working away!" Paul shuddered. He almost felt like weeping. The fate devised for him seemed almost intolerably cruel. A man imprisoned in a woman's body. Yes . . . it was crueller than being made an actual eunuch. Much as he knew he would hate to face that. "Meanwhile," continued Delia, "we're going to give you a false pair of tits. They're very good, too. Take a look . . ." Paul looked and was amazed. They were a pair of breasts seemingly made of real flesh . . . even though they must have been of some special latex or plastic filled with foam rubber. The tint of them even matched his own skin. How long had Gloria planned this? The breasts, high, firm and round, were fastened on to a kind of sheet of skin which Delia placed over and around his chest. It adhered automatically, merging in with the natural skin. "There . .. ." said Delia, looking down with amused satisfaction, "isn't that just great?" She tweaked the pink-pert nipples. "Pity you can't feel that," she said. Looking along his chest from his prone position, Paul saw the twin hillocks and the cleft between. The realism of them was amazing. Oh my God, he whimpered inwardly, it's really happening! "I wouldn't ever try to remove them," Delia warned, "the adhesive penetrates the pores and hair follicles. Without the special solvent I'm not sure how much of your chest and sides would remain!" Next came the affixing of the cruel device to emasculate him. Paul's penis having firstly been pressed down between his balls and under him. The 'thing' was shown to him; A kind of oval plastic, 'cricketer's box,' but with a slit underneath it. This too fastened on by means of the adhesive. Paul shuddered as he felt the cool substance on the skin of both penis and balls. The plastic skin surrounding the box adhering to the tender flesh above and behind. What, in effect was achieved, was a rather prominent mound of Venus, such as quite a number of Junoesque women possess. "Your 'tits' will come off when your own start to develop. But since there'll never be any need to take that off I've used extra adhesive," assured a smiling Delia, "but you'll now have to sit down on the lavatory just like we real girls do!" Paul felt something like panic as well as despair gripping him. The whole of his manhood was confined and crushed immutably. He had been rendered useless. Utterly impotent. Little wonder that tears began to mist his eyes. "It might be painful if you ever get excited," Delia continued. Paul groaned in despair. My God how was he to avoid excitement surrounded as he was to be by so much girl flesh. And what would those girls think of that 'box' between his legs. He was neither man nor woman! But Delia had not quite finished. She now affixed over the mound another piece of skin-plastic . . . this having lips which fitted around the slit of the 'box' underneath. "I hope none of the men here take a fancy to you," she laughed, "or they'll get a bit of a shock. No way in there, I'm afraid." The main process of Paul's transformation had now been completed .. . . but there were many fine details yet to be attended to. Delia was only too happy to oblige. Having had the last of his manhood it was strangely satisfying to complete his transformation. She plucked his eyebrows, put false eyelashes on him, made up his face carefully and finally put a wig of soft brown hair over his shaven head. The hair was shoulder length. As a final touch she painted Paul's finger and toe nails a bright crimson. "We won't be calling you Paul any more now," said Delia as, at long last, she released him from the bench on which he had been spreadeagled helpless. "It will have to be Pauline from now on. Take a look . . ." Paul sat up stiffly. He was trembling with dread at what he must see. There, ahead of him in the wall mirror, was himself . . . yet not himself! Only dimly could he recognise something of the line of his features; make-up, wig, eyebrows, and so on had transformed him. If not exactly beautiful there was no doubt that the body he now saw had a femininity; was almost sexy, possibly even attractive. It was unbelievable. Uncanny. Frightening. "Take a closer look . . ." urged Delia. He swung off the bench, feeling the bounce of his false breasts, and moved unsteadily to the mirror. Yes . . . he really was a woman! Long hair, facial features, breasts, everything. With a moan Paul buried his face in his hands. Within moments he was sobbing openly. Never, never, had he felt such utter despair. "Come, come, Pauline," said Delia, giving him a half-playful slap on the bottom, "those hormones can't be working all that fast, can they? We are not reduced to girlish tears so quickly, are we?" Paul went on sobbing . . . until Delia brought him up sharply with three slashing cuts of the rod across his tender behind. "Now you'll need to repair the make-up" she rasped. "And, this time you'll do it yourself. After all, you've got to get used to it. Sit there . . ." Delia indicated to a dressing table. Paul sat and gazed in bewilderment at this unknown creature. Slowly he began to undo the unfamiliar jars of cream, rouge and lipstick. From now on, this is your life, he told himself. Perhaps, he thought pathetically as the lipstick coloured his lips deeper, when the hormones really begin to work it will be better. Then, possibly, whatever he looked like, he would feel more like a woman and less like a man. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This story is being released as an illustrated web book, for autoresponder details of Victor Bruno Books available please contact VictorBruno@MsChristine.com http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html sincerely, Christine The Fem Dom Training Software. Runs on all computers (Macs too!) Advises on how best to train your husband/lover. http://www.mschristine.com/program.html mailto:program@Ms-Christine.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----