Chapter 4 – Transformation

Chapter 4 - Transformation

I was jerked awake by a chipper voice "Wake up sleepy head!" Bridget sang out with Maria, the guard, right behind her. Her perky demeanor was definitely not what I wanted or needed at this point in the morning. They were standing at the foot of my bed waiting. I must have been really out of it since I didn't hear them come in.

"Uhhhhhh...., what time is it? Oh, good morning, Nurse Bridget! Good morning, Mistress Maria!" as I blinked my eyes open and I realized I needed to act my part in my room, and especially in front of the guard. My mind and body were still trying to recover and make sense of what happened to me yesterday.

Bridget looked phenomenal as usual in another version of her latex nurse outfit. This one was red with white detailing, white stockings, and clearly as tight as yesterdays by the way her breasts presented themselves, but with a twist.

Where yesterday's white outfit was low cut with plenty of cleavage, this uniform had a high neck with molded breast cups that resembled an old school bullet bra. They dramatically projected to rounded points and her nipples clearly projected through.

The raw sex appeal of this vision was distracting, and I had trouble tearing my gaze away from her chest to make eye contact.

"It's time for your special day. I brought you a protein shake, so drink up, relieve yourself, perform you morning ritual as we discussed, brush your hair, and let's go!".

I'm sure the drink was some other concoction from Dr Fray, but at this point, I realized I had to drink it to appear compliant, so I drained the glass. Not surprisingly, it had a funny after taste.

Because Maria was there, I made sure to continue in sissy/bimbo mode. I tried to project myself with as bubbly a response as I could.

"Of course, Nurse Bridget, right away!"

I felt self-conscious speaking that way, but I tried my best to keep the charade going. The guard was disinterested in anything we had to say, paying more attention to her phone than us.

After finishing my morning routine on the enema machine, I put on my 2" heels before we went into the hall. I felt silly as a guy in public wearing my heels and camisole, but I didn't let it show.

There we passed two small groups of 5 bimbos and 3 sissies in the hall apparently on the way to their training. They giggled and chatted with each other excitedly, clacking down the hall in their high heels. The sissies were dressed as you would expect with low cut short pink satin dresses that showed their stay-up stocking tops.

The bimbos were curiously dressed in tight spandex crop tops and shiny zippered crotch yoga pants. Their bulges in the crotch from what looked like chastity cages were very apparent. I wondered what kind of exercise session they were heading to. There was plenty of boob on display from everybody except the guards.

Bridget and Maria walked me to a different lab than yesterday. This was labeled the PHYSICAL TRANSFORMATION LAB. My anxiety ramped up again as I wondered what was in store for me here.

The guard Jo and Dr. Fray were already there.

As we proceeded further into the lab, in front of me there were 6 coffin type machines somewhat like the one I was put into the previous day, but they were lying flat on a low platform. The coffins had many more attachments than the previous one.

Also, the interior volume had a distinct female shape to it, with large dome shaped spaces on the inside of the door above the chest area with attachments and hoses on the outside of the door.

Five already had occupants who were already helmeted and strapped down.

The last coffin was empty.

I looked to the left where I heard electric motors running. From their dress, there were what appeared to be 3 sissies mounted to strange machines that had the look of a spanking bench I remembered from some of the porn I watched in the past. The sissies were on their hands and knees, with arms and legs shackled, and their heels still buckled on.

Behind them, there were machines with large dildo attachments that were vigorously fucking them in the ass. All three machines were making obscene wet sloppy sounds as they cycled the big phallus' in and out of their butt holes.

Hanging on poles next to them were bags of lube like oversized IV's with tubes connected to the dildos, keeping them well lubricated.

The most disturbing thing about the sissies were their cocks, which were tiny, even when evidently erect. They were dripping significant amounts of clear pre-cum with an occasional spurt into a funnel that was capturing the fluid as it flowed out of their tiny members.

In addition, their breasts were huge and tight like overfilled balloons. They looked swollen and had clear plastic domes over their nipples that looked like they were extracting milk them.

White fluid was flowing through the clear tubing attached to the domes. It reminded me of cows lined up in their milking stalls on a farm.

The sissy's had their heads enclosed in a metal helmet like the one I wore yesterday that was bolted to the fucking bench. It must be some other personality reinforcement or brain monitoring.

As I had yesterday, it looked like a dildo was also inserted in their mouths. Although very muffled, you could hear faint moaning and whining coming from inside the three helmets.

I really struggled to keep the look of horror from my face as the three of us approached the doctor.

"Good morning, everyone. I see you have noticed the tests I am running on the three sissy subjects."

"The first test is the new anal training machine. Normally there is a fixed diameter phallus attached, but this version of the machine uses an inflatable attachment instead. It also monitors the subject's arousal state.

If it detects arousal building, which indicates the subject is getting used to the size of the insertion and obtaining pleasure from it, its diameter increases by 10%."

"We are testing to see if we can control the diameter that produces consistent low-level discomfort. It's unfortunate we can't see their faces during the test, but the helmet is needed to monitor brain activity."

"I'm sure their breasts haven't escaped your attention. The second test is a lactation compound that I have been developing. The process that promoted breast growth also nurtured the existing milk glands which are dormant in traditional males."

"After applying it to the synthetic breast tissue, the compound sends the glands into an overproduction state, and as long as the subject is sufficiently hydrated, will produce milk at an accelerated rate!"

"The compound's action quickly fills the breasts to the point where if they aren't expressed, it becomes painful, and milk leaks out like a traditional overfilled pregnant female, just in much larger volumes. Isn't it wonderful!?"

Jo just stared at Dr. Fray speechlessly, who didn't even notice her reaction.

At this point, my stomach was in a knot. This woman is crazy! What the hell will she do to me???

"Bridget, please prepare the subject for phase 2"

"Yes Dr Fray!"

Bridget led me to my 'coffin', had me remove my shorts, camisole, and heels, and helped me climb in. As I lay back, she whispered "Don't worry... too much. Focus on your past trauma as an anchor" as she placed her hand on the center of my chest to calm me.

Bridget stepped back as Maria shackled me in and put a latex inflatable hood and metal helmet on me like yesterday. Honestly, with all the uncertainty, I barely held it together, but I had no choice but to trust Bridget at this point.

A dildo again was placed in the helmets mouth orifice, which surprisingly calmed me down.

'WTF is up with that?'

However, this one began to inflate, stretching my mouth in every direction. It grew until I started whimpering before it stopped, but I felt some relief as the clamp around my balls was removed.

The gel hadn't been pumped into the latex hood yet, so I could still faintly hear most of the conversations around me.

Dr. Fray was filling in the new guard Jo about this phase of the process.

"Do all six subjects get the same treatment this time? I thought yesterday you said there was two separate processes?" inquired Jo.

"They are the same for the first personality and compliance treatment, my dear. However, for this treatment and afterwards, the four designated as bimbos have a personality boost associated with that role, as well as getting certain genital enhancements. The sissies designated for that process get a slightly different personality modification and other different physical changes such as a much-reduced penis size."

What!?? They wanted to turn me into a sissy? REDUCED PENIS SIZE!?!?!? At that point I was completely in a panic, but at the same time completely gagged and restrained. There was nothing I could do!

I could feel the gel filling the bladder in the latex hood, constraining my head further. As the euphoria gas kicked in, it pushed the terror to the back of my mind.

I then remembered that Bridget told me something about anchoring before the suggestions began.

I tried to grab onto that thought before... I... drifted... off....

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"Now the bimbo subjects one through four and the two sissies are ready for their physical enhancements. The transformation machines will inject synthetic cells of my own invention into the appropriate parts of their bodies to fill out breast and hip tissue. In addition, precise injections into the neck will cover the Adams apple and compress the voice box, giving the subject's voice a higher pitch. The injections would be quite painful without the euphoria gas."

"As with the skin conversion process yesterday, that same synthetic cell material and synthetic estrogen will also surround their body and seep into pores. This second treatment reinforces completes the process for very smooth, flawless, and resilient skin."

"For the bimbos, using a concentrated version of the synthetic cell material and a growth hormone, coupled with a synthetic testosterone, added directly on the penis has the added benefit of increasing length and girth significantly."

"The target size for our standard bimbo is 8 inches. The prototype subject will be enhanced to 10 inches."

"Their hair will soak in a minoxidil derivative that will increase volume, shine, and growth rate."

"The result of these changes is our submissive shemale bimbos are in VERY high demand."

"Aside from the genitals, the bimbo and sissy treatments and associated training will get the subjects as close to becoming an actual female as current science has EVER gotten. I am THE preeminent researcher in my field!" Dr. Fray bragged.

"This is why our products are so popular. When the mental and physical treatments are complete, they are completely indistinguishable from a biological female in looks and mannerisms... obviously aside from the enhanced or reduced penis."

"Previously, to get the changes desired to transform a male body to a female one required long-term dosages of female hormones. This process would affect the ability for erections and sexual desire. That could be acceptable for a low performing sissy, but NOT a shemale bimbo."

"Our bimbos have enhanced members as well as the mental and physical rewiring that allows for the ability and control of multiple orgasms, as the owner desires."

"As I mentioned, the sissies such as this subject get mostly the same treatment except for their genitals. The cream we use on their penis's was the result of a failed experiment as a weight loss treatment. But the compound ultimately did have a use! It shrinks the penis and testes by 60-80%." Dr Fray laughed.

"We have bimbo cream for growth and sissy cream for shrinkage that is rubbed directly on the penis, nipples, and lips accordingly. Then during the curing process for the subject, they stay in their sealed coffins. All treatments are much more effective without the presence of oxygen for an extended period of time, hence the coffin like chambers that we fill with pure nitrogen except for what they breathe."

"The sissies personality modification is also slightly different. These are the individuals that the Matriarchs want to punish the most. We leave enough of their personality to realize what they are, and along with it, the associated humiliation of realizing their current state. These subjects are mostly bought by wealthy, very dominant women who usually have some grievance with or some sadistic desire to see a previously alpha male reduced to an emasculated sissy that will take any punishment, endure any humiliation, and serve them in any way they desire."

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Jo and Dr Fray continued their conversation while Bridget proceeded down the line and rubbed the appropriate cream on each erect penis, lips, and nipples, as the suggestions coming through the helmets directed and stimulated the subjects under the effects of the gas.

She moved down to Alex's enclosure and rubbed cream on his erect cock. After 3 strokes she noticed his body tense. Continuing to apply the cream, she rubbed it liberally onto his shaft when it suddenly erupted, sending several ropes of cum several feet in the air with some landing on her latex outfit.

Bridget, very surprised, carefully looked around to make sure no one saw. Subjects shouldn't be able to do that under hypnotic control, so Alex for now was still at least partially himself.

It was a good thing Dr. Fray was talking to Mistress Jo and didn't notice. She quickly cleaned herself up and then pressed a button on the control panel, closing the covers and initiating the process for the next 8 hours.

Alex drifted while listening to the hypnotic suggestions, occasionally his consciousness jarred to the surface. At one point, he had a dream about having sex with Bridget but then drifted back into the contented haze and totally lost track of time.

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I was brought back to reality when the dildo was deflated and removed from my mouth. When the enclosure opened a chill hit me and I felt my nipples harden unlike I ever remembered feeling before.

I raised his hand to see why my skin was tingling and noticed how flawless and graceful it looked... even better than yesterday.

'I feel so different' I thought as I lifted my head to look down towards my legs, but something partially blocked my vision. I was shocked to realize I had large firm breasts topped with enlarged hard nipples! I looked at them, then looked at Bridget, back to my chest, back to Bridget.... This didn't compute.

Are these attached to me?.... I reached up and pressed on them. They tingled. As I moved my fingers to my nipples, electricity shot directly to my cock.

Holy shit...!

"Wha... what is this? What is going on?" as I reached up and cupped breasts. They were large, firm, and sensitive.

"I have boobs!" I said with my new higher pitched voice. I tried clearing my throat.

"I know! And they are spectacular! When your skin stretches a bit more, they will droop a teeny bit. They will look firm, natural, and you will get more movement from them."

Movement? What??... My brain was really having trouble keeping up.

I frantically reached down to my crotch fearing the worst but was incredibly relieved to find my cock and balls intact... more than intact... it was definitely not the tiny nub that the sissy's were sporting.

It actually seemed considerably larger than it used to be even in its currently soft state.

With my hand wrapped around my junk, Bridget could see the look of relief on my face and smiled.

"You're welcome! It's just us here. I opened your enclosure last after escorting each of the other subjects back to their rooms, to make sure we had a chance to talk. I see you appreciate my 'gift'."

"While Dr. Fray was distracted with the guard, I switched your sissy cream with the bimbo cream as well as the personality adjustment program with the subject next to you."

She saw the look on my face and said "Don't worry, we won't get caught. That old hag Dr. Fray is blind as a bat. She doesn't even bother paying any attention to any of her subjects. She doesn't know one from another beyond their assigned number."

"Oh God Bridget, I can't thank you enough!... but ummm... now I feel bad that the other subject had that horrible treatment applied to him... turning him into one of those sissies... with, uh... the uh, tiny dick."

"Simon, or now I guess I should call you by a female name, don't feel bad. I looked at all the subjects' files and picked the worst of the worst among you six to switch with. Yes, all of them were even worse than you. That scum who I switched you with tortured and killed many people in his past, even innocent women and children."

"I actually feel pretty good about his fate. I wasn't an angel in my past from what I can remember, but NOTHING like him.... And at this point, I feel like I've paid my dues."

"But how are we going to get away with this? Won't someone else notice?"

"We should be fine. No one else was paying attention either, they just trust the process, and everyone thinks I am an obedient robotic helper. No one ever checks my work. You both have brown hair, are the same size, and neither of you are very recognizable now with your softened features and.... other attributes" she said with a smirk, clearly staring at my chest.

"I changed the other subjects' new name to Simona, further reinforcing that she used to be Simon in everyone's eyes."

Bridget gave me a moment to process this development and my transformation. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact I was a woman,... sort of.

"What next?" I asked.

It's going to take a while to get used to this new voice.

"New subjects are always paired with senior subjects to assist with the training at times. Since you now are the 'experimental subject', Dr. Fray wants me to keep tabs on you, so I am your tutor."

"Bridget, you said experimental subject, what does that mean?"

She looked a little uncomfortable at that point "Well, it means that you may get other enhancements like me. Simona was supposed to be the experimental subject, but you took her place. But it was the only way I could make sure that we could be together as much as possible. I hope that's ok...?" she asked expectantly.

At this point, I felt I could trust Bridget.

"Ok, then, hopefully you believe me about this, but my real name is Alex, not Simon. If I need a girl name... ", as I looked down at the large mounds of flesh on my chest... "and I guess I do, please call me Allie... And thank you so much for saving me from the sissy process. I really owe you!"

Bridget looked at me quizzically.

"I'll fill you in when we have more time. That scumbag Simon set me up. He is likely halfway across the country by now."

I felt better and started climbing out of the coffin. I struggled because my weight distribution was way off from what it used to be. As I sat up, I noticed that my impressive breasts barely sagged and my big protruding nipples were still fully erect.

Bridget continued to smirk at me as I cupped and lifted them with my hands. "Come on, let's get out of here so I can clean this place up. You can play with your new tits in your room."

She wiped me down with a towel, all the while I had to think of baseball, cricket, football, curling, and any other sport lest I get another hardon while this gorgeous woman was attending to me.

As pulled my focus away from my new chest, Bridget handed me a clean robe, and I stepped into my short heels again. Bridget followed protocol and called for a guard on the intercom.

"This should be the last time you need an escort."

It was Jo who showed up and the two of them walked me back to my room. All the way Bridget happily told me how pretty I was, and how she couldn't wait to help me on my journey, all the while Jo was watching us intently.

I put on my best peppy voice, "Thank you Nurse Bridget, I can't wait to learn!". I hoped that I was convincing enough. My head was still spinning. This whole thing was far beyond surreal.

Under my robe, my large pert breasts swayed and bounced as I walked. My hard nipples got harder as the smooth satin of the robe caressed them as they swayed. It was so distracting! How do women deal with this??

I was having a lot of trouble not arousing myself.

When they dropped me off at my room, Bridget said "Soon I have an appointment to service Mistress Maria after dinner. I will be by later to get you started on the basics of your wardrobe."

"This is so exciting! Thank you for the escort, Mistress Jo. Now that Allie has completed the second phase of her training, we shouldn't need an escort anymore per Dr. Fray's guidance."

Jo just grunted her acknowledgement and walked back towards the hall where the guard's residence was located.

Bridget opened my locked door with her key card and we went inside. "When you complete the second round of personality training, which you have, your door isn't locked anymore. This is where you will stay during the remainder of your training regimen, unless the administration sells you right away, which almost never happens."

"In the future, you may even become a mentor to another candidate to help her through the process like I'm doing for you! It's really fun!" She said loudly.

Bridget then lowered her voice and whispered without moving her mouth much "Good thing I changed the entry in the system and made sure I was your training mentor."

"Be careful what you say and how you say it."

"I'll be back after my service!" Bridget said more loudly as she stared at me with wide eyes, then glanced upwards at the ceiling then sideways towards the room.

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Based on the way Bridget was communicating, it confirmed my room was bugged, so I planned to keep up the act whenever I was awake. But the first thing I wanted to do was take a shower. I still had traces of whatever stuff was on me from the coffin.

I stepped out of my low heels and dropped my robe on the bathroom floor. As I stared at myself in the mirror, I could take my eyes from my chest. As Bridget said, my boobs were spectacular. I cupped them, wiggled them, and jumped up and down. Yes, they were real and part of me!

Looking closely at my skin, I could see faint red marks on my breasts, hips, and throat. That's where the injection sites must have been. Based on what Bridget said about the healing properties, I bet they won't be here tomorrow.

I pulled myself from the mirror and started the water in the shower. It felt good to feels the warm massage on my new skin. This helped me relax a bit.

As I let the water run down my body in the shower, I tried to get my head around what was going on. This whole thing was unbelievable, and I expected to wake up from the dream at any moment.

As I wet my hair, I noticed my shoulder length mane was fuller. It took much longer to wash the shampoo and conditioner out.

Soaping up, my body felt nothing like before. My skin was smooth with no hair dragging on my facecloth as I ran it down my arms and legs.

Washing my body, I had contours where I hadn't before, and my chest! Mother of God, I used to fantasize about having a girlfriend with tits like this!

My nipples were hard as a rock again. By the time I got to washing my junk it was as hard as my nipples. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but it was bigger... a lot bigger! My somewhat average cock was now a solid ten inches long and a good 2 two and a half inches across.

How?

I'll have to ask Bridget sometime.

Soon, my curiosity turned into lust, and I started rubbing, then pumping my cock while pulling my very sensitive nipples and rolling them between my fingers. They seemed directly connected to my cock.

I imagined I could cum from just manipulating them alone!

I was also having urges to have something in my mouth and ass.

What the hell was up with that??

My balls weren't aching anymore even though they were stretched by the extended clamp that was put back on before I woke up from my last procedure. The weighted clamp was bouncing off my thighs with every stroke of my cock. It provided an erotic tug on my sack that added to the buildup.

This shower was turning into a sensory overload.

Within minutes, I was rapidly building up for a release. As I tugged and squeezed my rock hard shaft, I imagined having sex with Amy, jamming my now giant cock into her pussy from behind.

I pictured reaching around and pulling on her nipple... at the same time I pulled and twisted mine hard, which sent me over the edge and caused a huge eruption of cum onto the shower wall, moaning in my new, higher pitched voice.

It's REALLY going to take a while to get used to hearing that.

I never came so much in my life. My cock just kept shooting rope after rope of cum against the tiled wall. Where was it all coming from???

As I caught my breath and some level of contentment settled in, I had a strange thought.... I think I really like my new body... at least from a sexual perspective...

Was that an effect of the helmet? What does this mean? Was it the conditioning or actually something else?

I was a mess. My mind was swirling.

I calmed down and stepped out of the shower to dry off, but found my new body was as annoying sometimes as it was sexy. I wasn't used to having breasts (never mind large ones).

They seemed to constantly get in the way, and I was frequently bumping them. But as I instinctively reached up and rubbed my left breast which I banged the door frame, I started getting aroused again. Dealing with these feelings was making my head spin.

This was becoming ridiculous. I tried to stay focused and cleaned the shower wall. I ran a towel over my head to dry it and flung my hair over my shoulder with a toss of my head.

Wanting to get a clean robe, I headed into my walk-in closet. Glancing at the set of mirrors as I walked by stopped me cold. I wasn't just Alex with tits. I didn't recognize the reflection at all.

There was serious mental dissonance between my Alex brain and the person I was looking at.

She was beautiful! Sculpted cheeks highlighted full lips, smooth sensuous neck leading down to large full breasts riding high on my chest. My already flat stomach highlighted pronounced hips, leading to smooth, long hairless legs. As a matter of fact, all my skin was smooth and flawless.

My previously longish hair used to be a stringy mess, but now, damp from the shower, was thick, wavy, and had the sexy, tousled look.

The dissonance was amplified by my now again fully erect 10" cock jutting out from my crotch.

I sighed and turned away.

What happens now? Did I really want this body? Does it even matter, because I may not have any free will now.

I should really find something to wear before dinner. I had to go to the dining room for meals and I was starving.

What should I wear? Clearly something bimbo like to keep the act going.

I picked out a set of red lingerie with a push up bra (it said size DD like all the rest), a garter belt, shiny stockings, and a thong. I put the bra on first, hooking it in front and spinning it around like I had seen Amy do.

I put my arms through the straps and pulled the cups over my tits. After some pushing and pulling, the large mounds of flesh settled into the sheer satiny cups. They barely covered my nipples.

The bra cradled my breasts comfortably. I adjusted the straps to give them some support and wiggled my shoulders to test it. The girls stayed put although my nipples really wanted to make an appearance.

I guess I picked some plunge bra, but it fit perfectly. It's like they knew ahead of time.

I looked in the mirror, and my eyes were immediately drawn to my own cleavage.

Stay focused.

It took me a while to get the stockings lined up. They had a seam up the back that I wanted perfectly straight. After attaching them to the garter clips, I smoothed the nylon as I ran my hands down my legs. I shivered as I remembered my first time pulling on pantyhose in my sisters room.

Strangely, the feelings of shame were gone (mostly), and what was left was pure eroticism... Oh god, will it feel like this every time? Will I have to fight off an erection every time I get dressed?

I pulled my thong up, nestling the back into my crack. I hope I get used to that feeling... I tried adjusting the front, but ultimately the thong didn't really work. My clamped balls were clearly hanging out of the side.

I had second thoughts and searched my lingerie drawer for a pair of boy short panties that matched my outfit. I pulled them over my garters and stretched them snug over my hips. I rearranged my junk and tucked my larger cock and weighted balls into them. It still wasn't comfortable as the panties tried to flatten everything, but since my balls were extended from being stretched, it was a tough ask... but it was the best I could do.

At that point, I went back to the three-sided mirror nook and stared.

I was really a beautiful woman with a stacked body....

... and a giant package.

Next, I found a black bodycon spandex dress. It highlighted my curves but also highlighted my junk as the bulge clearly showed as my panties fought to contain it....

Oh well, I'm not sure what I can do about that now.

I finished drying my hair, brushed it out, and just let it fall naturally. It was more than I normally did with it since I didn't have much experience styling long hair.

I paused again in front of the mirror. I was hotter than any woman that Alex even hoped to talk to, despite a lack of makeup.

... I'm even talking about myself in the third person... who am I?

I found I was really enjoying the feel of the soft lingerie. The way the bra cupped my breasts, the smooth feel of the shiny stockings wrapping my legs, and the tight hug of the spandex dress gave me a feeling of happiness and contentment.

This MUST be the conditioning!...

Or was it?... the guilt seemed to have faded into the background...... my brain was a jumble of emotions.