Bob Gets His, Part 1 · Part 2 (2/2)
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"Not at all. I have some very interesting tapes of her, I really should say his, progress. You see, we have punished Joe by ensuring that he can never forget that he was once a complete man. Would you care to view them?"
"Oh no Doctor, I trust your word implicitly, but this makes the prospect of a dalliance even more interesting. Let me ask this, is your maid available for permanent acquisition?"
"I'm afraid not, you see Joe, as he is called, doesn't know it, but he's still being trained. Eventually he will be returned to his ex-wife, who is responsible for what has happened to him."
Hector could no longer remain silent. "I too was considering toying with this one. Perhaps brother we should settle for lesser fare?"
"Ah, but of course." replied Miguel.
To Dr. van Damme's questioning look Miguel answered. "The two of us never share or have anything to do with a woman or any other thing, such as your little Joe in this case, that the other desires. We avoid the pitfalls of jealousies that way. Now if Joe had a sister we could purchase them both and return to our homeland with them."
At this last Dr. van Damme looked up smiling, "Funny you should bring that up. My personal motto is 'anything is possible', and in this situation anything may indeed happen. I shall remember your interest in Joe, if circumstances should happen to change."
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… "
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.
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.
CHAPTER 4
Bob Watson couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. For about a month now, he had no appetite, had lost weight and interest in sex with Monica, and had been very stressed out. Gloria sent him to a doctor who had found nothing wrong with him, but referred him to the psychiatrist that he was waiting to see, suspecting that whatever it was bothering him, might be psychosomatic. Bob looked at the name on the diplomas on the wall; Dr. Robert Weinstein.
Bob had been talking to the Doctor for about ten minutes, when the Doctor suggested hypnosis. "I guess I'll try anything," was Bob's reply.
Bob didn't know what to expect. He was given a shot and told to look at a strobe light. He did so, then looked at the doctor, "When will I be hypnotized?"
"You have been Bob, you were under for about an hour."
Bob was shocked, he had noticed no passage of time. "What did you find out? Will I be o.k.?"
"Bob, perhaps I should call your guardian in to discuss this."
"No. Please Doctor. Whatever is wrong, getting Gloria involved will only make it worse."
"O. K. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but deep in your psyche there is a woman trying to get out."
"What?"
"You are what we call a transsexual. We have no idea what causes this, but your subconscious mind is that of a female. You have repressed this trait so deeply, and it is so strong, that the resulting psychological conflict is manifesting itself by disrupting your health."
Bob could not believe what he'd just been told. Then he remembered the night he had dressed as a girl for the party, and how he had felt about it. "Could wearing a dress cause this to happen to me?"
"No. This has always been in you. However, wearing women's clothing could upset the delicate psychological balance of someone, like yourself, who had been successful in suppressing his transsexuality. Why? Have you done so recently?"
"Well, I dressed up like a girl for a costume party about a month ago."
"Yes, that could have set you off."
"So what can I do to get over this?"
"Bob, I am afraid that it is not that simple. Years of research with thousands of transsexuals has shown us that there is only one thing that you can do and experience permanent relief, but I do not think that you are quite ready to talk about that just yet. You first have to get over the shock of finding out what you are. To help you with that, I would like to refer you to a colleague of mine, with much more experience in these matters, at The Institute for the Amelioration of Gender Dysphoria."
CHAPTER 5
Bob was despondent, every day his anxious longing to be a woman grew in intensity, with no relief in sight. He had been well received at The Institute, and the director, Leslie van Damme, had interviewed him personally as a favor to Bob Weinstein.
Bob had found Dr. van Damme to be a tall stunning blonde, he also found out that she was a man. Bob discovered that he was not alone. Indeed, the Institute had helped hundreds of others like himself to become the women that they knew they were. Bob's tests showed that he was definitely a transsexual and the Institute would accept him into it's program.
The road to womanhood was a long one, stretching over years. Changing his sex would be a momentous and irreversible decision; Bob would therefore be required to complete many prerequisites, such as hormone therapy, which would ultimately result in him living and working as a woman for a year to prove he was serious about becoming one, before he would even be considered for surgery. The problem was that Bob couldn't wait years. He needed relief now, before he went insane.
At dinner one night. Gloria confronted him. "What's been troubling you Robert dear? You just mope around the house all the time. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"No, I'm afraid not, but you might as well know what the Doctor said. I am what they call a transsexual. My mind is the mind of a woman and if I don't do something about it soon I will go crazy."
"So what is it that you want to do?" Asked Monica.
"Well it is not so much want as need. Science cannot change my mind to match my body, but they can change my body to match my mind, so eventually I plan to undergo sex reassignment surgery."
Gloria grinned. Bob missed it and she was able to regain her composure before saying; "Do you mean a sex-change? Isn't that a little extreme dear?"
"Perhaps it is," Bob replied, "but it's my only hope. They can't even help me anytime soon. It takes forever to get ready for the surgery."
Then, per her instructions, Monica chipped in, "I read somewhere that they do sex changes in other countries where there's no wait and supposedly they do a much better job."
"Really?" Asked Bob, his curiosity piqued.
"Yes, except I read that it is horribly expensive."
"That's O. K. I have plenty of money."
"I don't think so young man." Interjected Gloria."You don't get your money for another three years, and if you think that I will approve of you doing such a thing to yourself, or give you the money for it, you are seriously mistaken."
Bob was close to tears, to be given new hope and then have it taken away so quickly, was almost too much for him to bear. Then he saw what he must do.
"Please Gloria, you have no idea how much this means to me; it is life or death. I need to be a woman. I know that you don't get anything once I inherit and I'm sorry for what I said to you about screwing you over when I get my money. I apologize. If you'll only let me do this, I promise that I'll give you all the money you could possibly want."
Bob was in tears now; he got up and went to Gloria's chair, kneeled and took her hand. "Please Gloria, I beg of you, save me, help me become a woman."
"Oh I will Robert. Don't you worry," thought Gloria. "You'll get your wish in spades."
Gloria looked at Bob for what to him seemed an eternity. "Perhaps we can work something out." She said at last.
To be continued… —
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