CHAPTER
3
"So how are you guys going to handle Bob?" Gloria asked Monica
one evening, after a session of torrid love making.
"Well we are going to use a variation of the technique we used
to get Joe to wear dresses without rebellion. Every night as he
sleeps, his mind under the influence of certain drugs that Dr. van
Damme's associates have developed, a speaker in Bob's pillow is
reprogramming his subconscious. When we are done, Bob will have the
mind set of a transsexual."
"So how does that help me?"
"One of two possible ways. After his programming is made
effective and has taken over, Bob will do anything to get what he
needs, including even signing away his inheritance if we handle it
right. If not, when he starts trying to get what he needs on his
own, his actions will allow you to have him declared incompetent.
Either way you will get his money."
"And just what is it he'll be needing?" asked Gloria.
"Why a sex change of course."
"Do you mean to tell me that you can make Bob want to be a
woman?"
"We certainly can and not only that, but I heard rumors Bob
Weinstein has developed a way to make the body change itself, and
that one of his corresponding associates, a Dr. Mason, has had
great success experimenting with his concepts.
"But I don't want to hurt him."
"Oh we won't punish Bob like we did Joe. Bob will want and
truly enjoy what is going to happen to him. Trust me, this really
is the best way of getting him out of your hair."
"So when does this plan begin."
"Bob might be ready now. All we need is a chance to get him
dressed in women's clothing, which will unlock his programming."
Gloria thought for a minute. "That's easy enough, listen to
this ... "
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Bob felt funny, he'd just shaven his entire body. He knew this
was peculiar, but for some reason it didn't bother him. Gloria was
throwing a Mardi Gras party and Monica had talked him into going
disguised as a girl. "I'll take care of everything." She had said.
"You'll probably win first prize."
Now he stood around naked and hairless, waiting for his lover
to dress him. Monica started with a little black thing, which she
pulled up around Bob's hips. It resembled a g-string and she tucked
his cock back under it, then tied it in place. The tight garment
really compressed his cock and balls. Looking at himself, Bob
couldn't see any sign of his manhood. "It's called a gaff Bob. It
will keep you safe from discovery."
Bob winced as Monica tightened the laces of what she called a
ribbon corset. It relentlessly squeezed his waist into definite
female proportions. Spandex panties were pulled up and Bob
discovered that they were padded, producing the illusion of a
woman's hips and ass on his male body. Over this were placed white
satin panties.
"Why do I have to wear these panties, no one will be looking
under my dress?"
"Bob, it's a necessary component of the image you want to
present to your audience. In order to project an air of femininity,
you have to feel feminine, and wearing dainty lingerie will help
you do just that."
Sheer, light colored panty hose were pulled up Bob's hairless
legs. A strapless long line bra was placed around his chest and
hooked up. Pads were fitted into in the cups of the bra. Bob saw in
the mirror that he presented a very feminine profile. For some
reason it seemed natural.
A petticoat was held out and Bob stepped into it. It was drawn
up, positioned about his waist, and fell to mid-calf. The tea-
length dress, which Monica had selected for Bob to wear, was a
delicate confection of light turquoise acetate taffeta. Monica
helped Bob get it over his head, then she zipped it up for him. The
dress had a low scoop neck and sported a big bow over Bob's padded
fanny. Matching satin pumps were slipped on Bob feet and Monica
went to work on his make-up.
Monica placed a long brown wig, the same shade as his hair,
over Bob's head and brushed it out. Stepping back she looked at her
handiwork: eyebrows, plucked thin, arched over heavily made-up eyes
while bright red lips smiled at her. Bob looked wonderful.
"He'll make such a pretty girl," thought Monica.
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At the party Bob was a smash. He looked just like a young girl
at her prom and no one would believe otherwise. The longer he
remained dressed as he was, the better Bob felt about it. It felt
entirely natural to be dressed as he was; he felt free and at peace
with himself.
