Message-ID: <33851asstr$1007529003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: From: J R D Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2001 17:01:15 -0900 Subject: {ASSM} Wyatt's Fate (TG) [3/5] Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2001 00:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new addy to get it out. Wyatt's Fate, pt. 3 Now, onto the boring stuff ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story. All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken within the story. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- "Now you may think I was doing that just to give you a treat, a carrot for your performance, but I also was constantly readjusting the stockings so they lay in the right place. If you don't do that as you go, getting your seams straight after you're finished is a pain in... Well, you know. Now you try." Wyatt took the stockings and tried to do as Lisa had just showed him, and put them on. After he was finished, he thought they looked pretty good, but Lisa said, "Not bad for a first try." "Hey, they look good," he complained. She just smiled and put her leg right beside his. She had been kind in her estimation of what he had accomplished. In a side by side comparison, his legs looked like crap. His seams were slightly out of line, the stocking was bunched just a touch in places, and the runs he had put in it earlier when he just tried to yank it on showed like flashing red lights compared to Lisa's perfect legs. He hung his head a bit. "Oh, hun, don't worry about it. You'll get it." "How long did it take till you were getting it perfect like that?" "It just took one session with the Mental Implantation Device. Haven't had a crooked seam since. Maybe we should look into a few sessions in the chair for you." "I don't think I'd ever do that. Those M.I.D.'s scare me." "Okay. You have to be willing anyways for it to work. But a suggestion, let the doctor decide whether or not you need the chair. Unless of course, you want to grow another extra cup size or two as you practice some skill you need." "Good point." "Now let's go get you some new clothes." Wyatt got up and put his shoes on. As he started to head to the door, Lisa said, "Wait a second, hun. Stand up straight." "But-" "But you want to hide your breasts. Wyatt, you CANNOT think like that anymore. Even in today's day and age, a woman's beauty, her attractiveness to men, is usually her most important, and, at times, her only weapon in the workplace. And her breasts are an important part of that." "But what will people think of me, if they see I've got tits?" "Why do you think I brought you here first? Haven't you looked in the mirror?" Wyatt shook his head. Truth be told, he had been too frightened of what he was going to see there. Lisa pointed at the mirror, and Wyatt slowly turned to face his new look. What he saw shocked, frightened, and even aroused him. His hair had been styled into a round mass of tight curls. The stylist had also added blonde highlights, which probably meant that as his new hair color grew in, it would be less noticeable. He had also had make-up applied, and unless you looked really close and knew exactly what to look for, there was no trace of his previous masculinity. He looked like a woman in men's pants. He almost broke down in tears, but Lisa quickly took his shoulders and hugged him. "Don't cry, it'll ruin your mascara." He pulled himself together and straightened up. "That's it," Lisa whispered, "but pull your shoulders back. Really throw your breasts out. You only have average cups for a woman, so you really want to show them off." "I have average tits? They don't seem that big." "That's the problem with the way most men evaluate breasts, hun. You're so attracted to the larger sizes that you tend to overlook the smaller ones." Wyatt didn't say anything, but was a little stunned. He now had to face the fact that most women out there were somewhere near him in breast size. But he shoved his tits out as Lisa had suggested. She kissed him and they went through the mall to a lingerie store. As they crossed the threshold, Lisa said, "Time to rebuild your look from the inside out." The first thing they did was get a tape measure and get Wyatt's new sizes. He was now 38-33-34 with a B cup. Wyatt was happy to find out that although B was an average cup, his larger chest did make him on the small side of average. Then Lisa went through the store, selecting a collection of various styles for Wyatt to try on. They went into the dressing room and stripped him down. After he put his first bra on he commented, "At least my tits aren't flopping with every movement I make now." "Yeah, but after you've worn that all day and the bra straps have cut deep into your shoulders, you'll be glad to feel that bounce of your breasts again." Lisa had him try on a bunch of different types of lingerie, and eventually chose one and said, "You'll wear this one out of the store." "Okay." She looked at her watch and said, "We better get going if we're going to get you all the clothes you need. Get your blouse back on and I'll go pay for these." After she left he put his blouse back on and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Somehow his tits were even more noticeable now. He slouched a bit, but remembered what Lisa told him and thrust his tits out. He went out and met Lisa, and was summarily dragged all around the mall, barely stopping at any one place to try on something before Lisa dragged him somewhere else. He knew that Lisa was making a bunch of purchases, but they weren't bringing any packages with them. Their last stop (with him in a dress he had bought at another store) was at the shoe store. Lisa had him try on a few pairs of shoes, all heels. After she had him put on a pair of five inch heels, she handed his old shoes to the salesclerk and said, "Give these to charity." After the salesclerk left, Wyatt said, "I'm not sure I can handle heels yet." "I felt the same way when I first started wearing heels." "You did? But you seem so natural in them." "Again, that's thanks to the M.I.D. But back when I was only ten, my sister was complaining about heels and I was teasing her. So she dared me to try to wear her heels for a few hours. I was scared for the first... half hour or so but then I got used to it, and, well, that was the first time I realized what I was destined to be." "But-" "Just give it a try, Wyatt. Nothing makes a woman feel more vulnerable than the feeling of being perched on high heels. And vulnerability is part of the package." "Okay." Wyatt walked on his heels toward the door, and understood why his last stop had been for shoes. It was almost closing time and there was no way he could've moved as quickly in heels as he had in his men's dress shoes. They got into Lisa's car and drove him to a drugstore. They went in and got a bunch of packages of cheap nylons. When he asked what they were for, Lisa pointed out that he was going to need pairs to practice on before he started wearing the higher priced ones they had gotten today. She also picked up a bunch of collapsed shipping boxes for packing up his male clothes. Lisa drove him home, and when they got there, she got a few boxes out of the trunk. After they went inside, she packed his old clothes into the boxes and put them into her car. "I'll drop those off at the salvation army on the way home." Wyatt just nodded. "You going to be okay?" "I hope so." Lisa turned to leave and Wyatt said, "Lisa?" When she turned back, he asked, "Are you really going to stick by me?" Lisa smiled at him. "Come here." Wyatt came over to her and she wrapped one hand around him while stroking his breast with the other. When he moaned, she kissed him deeply. After they parted, she said, "I will stick by you as long as you need me. Now let me show you an advantage to dresses that pants don't have." She turned him around, reached under his hem and pulled his panties down. She lifted his dress up and lay it on his back, then freed her own dick and pressed it to his ass. She worked it into his ass. Wyatt felt afraid perched on his heels, but Lisa wrapped her hands around and gripped his tits. They moved together, and Wyatt realized that if nothing else beneficial ever came from this experience, the feelings right now might make up for all the trouble he had so far. After they were finished, Lisa pulled his panties up, and flipped his dress down. "And if we had done that at work, you would now be ready to go. Isn't that better than pants?" "Not sure about better, but definitely easier." Lisa then left, and Wyatt went in to sleep. The next morning, when he went into work, Lisa quickly pulled him aside, removed his old make-up (which they had forgotten about) and gave him a new face, after which she had him blow her. During lunch, they went out, bought a collection of make-up and gave him a crash course in its application. That evening, Wyatt had to go straight home to be there for the delivery of the stuff that had been bought. Thursday and Friday went normally (at least as normal as his being in a dress could be), but Friday evening, when Wyatt was to fuck Lisa, was when his changes really hit home. He pressed into her ass, but he didn't need to go as far before his hips pressed against hers. Then, every time he pulled back, his dick popped free. When he looked at his dick, he broke down in tears. Lisa wrapped her arms around him and asked, "What's wrong?" "My dick. It shrunk." She took it in hand and said, "Yes, it definitely has. It's erect and it's only four and a half inches now." "Now I can't fuck you. I can't even keep it in you." "There, there. Let's try something." She stood up and said, "Slip it into me." Wyatt got up and slipped his dick into Lisa. "Now, instead of pumping, rotate your hips round and round, rub your hips against mine." Wyatt enjoyed this immensely and was soon spraying into Lisa. Afterwards they sat down together and kissed. Wyatt said, "Lisa, what happens if my dick shrinks some more?" "We'll discuss it with the doctor on Tuesday." "Could we call him now?" "We wouldn't get him. The doctors go home at noon on Friday, and, well, this isn't emergency enough to qualify calling him directly." "But-" "Wyatt, I know how much this must devastate you, but the changes have already happened." "But if I shrink more I won't even be able to fuck you." "We'll think of something." Saturday, Lisa was preoccupied with getting done to go to her boyfriend. Wyatt noticed that his bra was getting tight, so when he went home that day he tried on some of the C cup bras he had gotten and they fit perfectly. He spent the weekend braless (Lisa was right, the bra straps were a real pain after a while), and Tuesday morning he tried on the C cup bras and found them exceptionally tight. He put on a D cup bra and it fit perfectly. He nearly broke down in tears. His appointment was a morning one, and he went straight to the doctor's office, meeting Lisa there. The first question the doc asked (after pleasantries) was, "Have the changes stopped?" "No, in fact they're just as fast as the first week." Lisa hugged him. "I'm sorry, Wyatt." The doctor got a shocked look on his face. "Wyatt? Haven't you changed your name to something more feminine yet?" When Wyatt signified the negative, the doctor said, "Miss Colton, I shouldn't have to explain this, but you need to act, think, walk, talk, and in all ways, behave like a woman for this to work." Lisa asked, "So if we change his name, that'll stop it?" "Just changing it won't be enough. Everybody knows HER as Wyatt. And every time someone uses Wyatt and she responds, it reinforces the fact that she's not all woman." "So how do we get... her to stop responding to a name that she's been using for all her life?" "Drastic measures. I'm going to write a prescription for a session on the M.I.D." Wyatt was about to protest, but Lisa put her hand on his reassuringly. "Now the question is what name do you want?" Wyatt thought about it and said, "I guess I can live with Wanda." "Okay." The doctor wrote out a prescription and said, "Take this upstairs, and get in session as soon as possible." Wyatt said, "Doctor, I've got another problem. My dick is shrinking. This morning, it was only 4 inches when erect." "I was afraid of this. We'll have to watch you closely then. I want you to get a notebook and a tape measure. Every evening, before you go to bed, measure hips, waist, breasts, both base as well as cup size, and penile length, as well as any other changes you notice. Write it down as well as any strange feelings you've got. Keep close watch. And just to make sure, Miss Adams, you should double check the notebook. If the changes speed up, contact me immediately. Miss Adams has my pager number. Until then we'll stick to once a week checkups." Wyatt said, "But, doctor, how can I fuck Lisa without my dick?" "I thought she was fucking you." Lisa said, "I am, but once a week I let him use his dick on me." The doctor frowned. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. Between two women, penetration, when used, is just part of the act. But for a man, penetration is usually THE act itself. I think until we can get these changes stopped or at least slowed, you should probably stop all penetration of Lisa." "Do I have to?" Wyatt whined. Lisa said, "Doctor, we'll do what we have to, but I must admit, I would be loathe to lose his penetration." "Well, if you must, then look into a dildo for Wyatt to use. You'll need a special design since he still does have a penis, but there are special designs for this kind of thing. "Now having sex like two women might be helpful. But keep a close watch on the numbers on the days following your sex acts. If it accelerates, STOP!" After setting up another appointment, Wyatt and Lisa went upstairs to the M.I.D. lab. Wyatt showed them the prescription and they scheduled him immediately. They took him into another room where there were a bunch of soft dentist style chairs, about ten in all, half of which were occupied. The female nurse set him in a chair, having him remove his shoes for comfort, and secured a strap around his forehead. "Is this necessary?" he asked. "We can't have your head bouncing around as we fill it with knowledge. Besides, your hands are free, so if you need to, you can just reach up and remove it. But once we start, you must not get up until we specifically give you permission. And make sure we're talking to you, so you don't try to get up when we're saying finished to someone else. Understand?" "Yes." "Ready?" "I guess so." The nurse went someplace and Wyatt lay back and waited. He heard them tell others to get up, as well as bring others in. After a while, he heard them tell someone else to get up. He figured whoever it was must've been asleep, because they told him three times to get up. Finally, he heard someone say, "Okay, Wanda, you can get up now." Wanda reached up and undid the strap on his head. The nurse said, "That was very good. We got a total absorption. We called out your old name three times and got no response whatsoever." "'Your old name'?" Wanda thought, "But my name is and has always been Wanda." But even as he thought it, he realized it wasn't true. He knew that before he had walked in here, he had been called something different, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what it was. Or for that matter, ever being called anything different. He went out to the reception area where Lisa was waiting. She said, "Are you okay, Wyatt?" It took a few seconds to realize she was talking to him. "Was that my old name? Wyatt?" "You don't remember?" The nurse said, "Of course she doesn't remember. The doctor's prescription called for a total cognition transformation on her name. If she remembered her old name she might respond to it. So we went in and changed her memory of her name in every case to Wanda. And for her continued well being, you shouldn't use her old name either, Miss Adams." "Alright. Are you ready to go, Wanda?" "Yes." After work that day, Lisa took him out and got a new collection of lingerie, as well as double and triple D lingerie, just in case. The rest of the week was spent normally with the exception of Wanda now taking her physical measurements every morning. On Friday, he was 38-31.5-35.5 with a double D cup and his penis had shrunk to 3 1/2 inches. At the end of the day, he went into Lisa's office, a little downtrodden. Lisa noticed immediately and asked, "What's wrong, Wanda?" "It's... my dick. It was barely large enough to satisfy you last time, and it's smaller by a full inch today." "Remember, hun, the doctor explained how we might get around that. I did some checking and found a little thing to help you. Take off your panties." Wanda quickly obeyed. Lisa reached into her desk drawer and pulled out what looked like a pair of leather panties with no rear panel. Wanda got into them, but before he pulled them all the way up, Lisa reached in and used her fingers to expose a small pouch he hadn't seen there. She slipped his shrunken dick into the pouch, then pulled on something in the back of the panties. Wanda felt the panties tighten around his penis, holding it tight against his body. Wanda noticed that, on the front of the panties, was some kind of circle sticking out just slightly. Lisa returned to her desk and got out a large plastic cock. She walked over to Wanda, pushed the base of the dick into the circle, and rotated it, snapping it in place. When she stepped back, Wanda had a ten inch dick jutting from his loins. Lisa then turned, pulled her panties down and bent over. Wanda took the dildo in hand and pulled on it a bit testing it's solidity. It wasn't quite as solid as his own, but pulling on it did cause it to rub against his own little dick. He went over, took his "dick" and slowly pressed it into Lisa. It took longer than with his own dick because the dildo was not only longer but thicker, but he eventually he got all the way in. As soon as he felt his hips touch hers he fucked her as he used to, but he quickly moved into longer strokes with his new longer dick. Another benefit of the panty/dildo combo was that the discomfort of having his erection forcibly held against his body gave him a much greater fucking endurance and he sent Lisa through three orgasms before he came, his cum shooting down his leg. After he came, Lisa pulled off of him. She turned around, detached the dildo, and handed it to him. "A gift." "Thanks." He tried to pull the panties off, but it was too tight around his dick. "How do I get these off?" "You don't." "What?!" "I can remove them with a key I've got. But as long as you're wearing them you'll have to sit down to pee, just like a girl. Get it?" Wanda wanted to protest, but he had to admit the wisdom of Lisa's words. The weekend passed without incidence and Wanda was glad that his changes didn't speed up, but unfortunately, neither did they slow down. When he went into work on Tuesday, he had changed another half inch on his waist, and hips, losing on the first, and gaining on the last. He wasn't able to list his dick size, but he hoped the doctor understood. He really did feel feminine sitting on the toilet, peeing without having to even touch his dick. He had also gained another cup size on his tits. When he handed the notebook to the doctor, the doctor commented on the lack of measurements. After Wanda explained the panty restraint he was in, the doctor had Lisa remove the restraint and he measured Wanda's organ. "It doesn't seem to be shrinking any faster. You're at 3 inches now. But here's the question, have you been standing up to pee?" Wanda shamefully admitted he had. "Okay, I don't want you doing that so continue to use the restraint. But I don't want to lose track of your penile changes either. So, Miss Adams, when she comes in in the morning, remove the restraint and measure her." "So if I do this, the changes will stop?" "If it were this alone, the changes would've stopped over the weekend. Do me a favor. Stand up, walk into the room, and greet me as if we'd never met before." Wanda did as he was asked and when he was finished, the doc said, "I think I see part of the problem. Your walk and all your mannerisms are still very male. So I want you in another session with the M.I.D. Mannerism rebuilding." Wanda hesitantly agreed, and Lisa took him upstairs to the lab. He was seated in the chair and strapped in. When he got up, there was something wrong with the way he walked. It was almost as though he wanted to try walking on tiptoes. But when he got back into his heels, he was walking much more naturally. And just before he left, a man extended his hand and Wanda, rather than taking it and pumping it forcefully, put only his fingers into the man's hand. And when the man lifted his hand and kissed it, Wanda smiled coquettishly. He also noticed he changed his voice by an octave when he spoke. -- "This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?" "Sure. I just like T.V. better." 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