Chapter 5 – Becoming Allie

Chapter 5 - Becoming Allie

As I was finishing, over the speaker in the ceiling, a voice said;

"Dinner will be ready at the usual 6PM. Please head to the dining room. Do not be late".

I found some 4-inch black patent pumps. I knew they would look great with the outfit, but could I walk with them? One way to find out. As I pulled them on, I realized they were my size (of course), and so was my bra... and the rest of my clothes. The Syndicate knew what they were doing.

I stood and looked one more time in the mirror... and had a flashback. I saw Emily looking back at me. This was so surreal.

I choked up with mixed emotions.

I look like her.

... I really miss her.

I was dressed sexy which is bad.... Wait... I loved dressing sexy... I loved Emily....

My brain was so fucked up.

What was real, and what wasn't?

All I knew at this moment was that I looked good and felt even better.

I carefully walked to my door and exited to the hall. There were about 15 beautiful, sexy bimbos in various outfits and five sissies in their usual pink dresses that seemed to be their uniform, giggling and chatting brightly as they walked down the hall.

They were being herded by a severe looking dark-haired woman with a white streak down the right side of her shoulder length straight hair. She looked almost 6 feet tall and moved very confidently. Her outfit was a long sleeve button down white linen shirt, leather pants, and riding boots. She looked at me with interest as I merged into the crowd.

"Ahh, one of the new subjects. What is your name?"

"My name is Alexandra, or Allie, Mistress!"

"Very good, you may call me Mistress Grace. I am the training coordinator. We will be seeing quite a bit of each other. I understand you are one of Dr. Fray's specials. I look forward to getting a closer look at your improvements." She said with an evil smile.

"Yes Mistress! I look forward to working with you!"

"Of course, I'm sure you think you do."

Mistress Grace scared the hell out of me.

I had a sense of foreboding as we all walked into the dining hall and proceeded to line up against the wall next to a long table.

"Oh, you are new, right? We have to get in line first to get your food. There isn't a waitress." a pretty blonde bimbo said as she stood next to me. Her giant tits were squeezed into a tiny halter top and her voluptuous ass into the smallest micro miniskirt. If she bent over in the slightest, I would be able to see her panties.

"I love your outfit!" She said with a dazzling smile.

"Oh, thank you, yours is very sexy! I didn't know about the line, thank you. My name is Alexandra, but you can call me Allie."

I followed her as the line formed up in front of what looked like a buffet table.

"Oh, it's great to meet you Allie, my name is Gina".

As I looked down the line, I was shocked. Aside from some partially camouflaged bulges on the bimbos, there was no way I could believe this group of women used to be male as they chatted away in happy, musical voices.

They all even moved gracefully and sounded feminine,... well, except for a few of us in the new group I was part of.

Watching them move, I was very self-conscious and felt like a guy clomping around in a dress... But at least I knew I looked good.

I selected my food and followed Gina and sat at a table where she talked excitedly about fashion, make-up, and shoes. I kept up as best I could, trying to keep the facade going.

As dinner finished, Mistress Grace approached.

"Alexandra, after you eat, please head to my chambers and retrieve Bridget. I understand she is your mentor. Please escort her to her room. She may need assistance." She ordered with a smirk.

"Yes, of course Mistress Grace!"

After eating, I dropped off my dirty plate and silverware and found my way to the staff residence hallway. I went slowly down the halls, not confident at all in my 4" stilettos, until I saw the door with Mistress Grace's name.

As I turned the handle and pushed it open, I entered a large dimly lit space. I scanned the room and was shocked to see Bridget shackled naked to a St. Andrews cross. She was facing the wall wearing only 5" heels that looked like they were locked on. Next to her was a rack with all sorts of paddles, floggers, whips, clamps, gags, shackles, riding crops, and even a bamboo cane.

There were also items that I couldn't identify.

Her head was dropped down on her shoulder, with her beautiful red hair pulled up in a ponytail. She seemed barely aware of someone entering the room. Several moans escaped past the ball gag harness strapped to her head.

As I got closer, that's when I noticed her back, ass, and thighs were badly striped and crisscrossed with ugly red welts.

From behind I saw small chains extending down from her crotch ending in weights that would swing with every movement of her body. There was an inflatable but plug on the floor next to a huge dildo. There was lube dripping from her ass into a puddle on the floor, right next to an equally sized puddle of her cum.

"Bridget! Oh my god!"

As I ran as best I could to her in my heels, she lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at me with tears in those big green eyes.

I unbuckled her gag harness, eased it out of her mouth, and carefully wiped the drool from her chin with one hand and wiped the tears away with the other.

"Are you ok?"

"I think so" she croaked hoarsely "but my entire body hurts."

I unhooked her wrists and ankles from the cross and had to catch her before she fell. As I turned her around, she removed the leather cuffs and started rubbing her wrists. I noticed clamps on her nipples with heavy weights attached. As I carefully eased the first one off her nipple and dropped it on the floor as she screamed in pain. I was wincing as I imagined how much it must hurt as the blood returned to the tender abused bud. I repeated the clamp removal from the second nipple with a similar, painful response from Bridget.

She tenderly rubbed her nipples as I knelt to remove the ankle cuffs. It was at that point I noticed the clamps and weights attached to her... pussy... lips...... wait what?! The question of whether she was a biological male or female ran through my head. I kept quiet and continued my ministration as she leaned against the wall massaging her swollen nipples.

On my knees, I asked, "would you like me to help you with these?" indicating to the clamps on her lower lips.

"Please! if try and bend over, I'll likely pass out."

I gently squeezed the release on the first clamps and Bridget whimpered in pain. I repeated the action three more times, grimacing as I removed the heavy weights attached to the chains and dropped them to the floor. I helped Bridget hobble over to a chair and get herself seated.

"Bridget, what happened? Did you get in trouble? What did you do??"

"Nothing. I just happened to be within sight of Mistress Grace when she was in a 'mood'. She has a deep sadistic streak as one of her fetishes... well, her ONLY fetish that I know of. She will take a random girl, and torture her until she breaks down."

"This wasn't one of my service calls. She just came to the lab to speak to Dr. Fray, saw me, and had me follow her back to her room."

"That's awful! Doesn't anyone care that she hurts people??"

"No, as bad as this probably looks, it will likely be barely noticeable tomorrow. Our skin treatments cause it to heal very quickly. My muscles and nipples will be sore tomorrow, but no marks. That's why Matriarch Anna and Dr. Fray let her do it. There is no long-term damage to their helper drone or their products.... That and they all are sadistic bitches anyway."

As I stood to help her back to her room, Bridget warned "Wait! we need to clean up first, or we will REALLY get into trouble!".

As she nursed her wounds, I quickly ran around organizing the room, washing the plug and dildo and leaving them on a towel on the bathroom sink, putting the cuffs in a toy drawer, and cleaning up the puddles of lube and cum on the floor.

It was tough in 4" heels, but I knew better than to take them off in case Mistress Grace came back. My feet were starting to hurt.

I helped Bridget up and gave her a hug before walking her back to her room.

Luckily her door was relatively close in the staff residence hall since she was considered an employee and not one of the 'products'. She pushed the buttons of the code for her door and we went inside.

Bridget turned to me with a pleading look in her eyes, "Please stay with me tonight until midnight curfew? It's allowed because I am your mentor. Also, staff residences aren't monitored, so we can be ourselves instead of pretending to be bimbos. I am so sick of pretending."

I answered back with a smile, "Of course I will!"

Bridget went to the bathroom to shower while I looked around her place. It looked like how I would imagine a carefree young woman's room would look, bright colors and knickknacks with hearts and star's themes. Her closet was even bigger than mine, with more of everything if that was possible. She even had a whole rack of different color and style sexy latex nurses' uniforms.

Her shoe collection was amazing, I thought enviously...... wait, what?! I'm envious of her shoes! WTF! I had another 'when worlds collide' mental moment as Bridget walked out of the bathroom and approached me exploring her closet.

She walked up behind me, linked her arm in mine, and put her head on my shoulder "I feel so much better now. You can borrow anything you like. I think we are the same size".

She smiled and looked up since I was still in heels, seeing the distressed look on my face. She immediately became serious.

"What's wrong?"

I paused before answering, "My brain still can't process what has happened to me. I was just envying your shoe collection, and it hit me."

"Who am I now? WHAT am I now??" WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME???"

I broke down in tears as Bridget walked me to her bed and had me lay down. She spooned up behind me, kissed my head, and rubbed my shoulder.

"Shhh, its ok. I'm here, and we will figure this out together. I know what you are going through." Her quiet reassurance calmed me, and I took deep breaths and started to relax.

"This happened to me also. I wish I could say its normal, but the rest of the girls are so brainwashed at this point, all they know is that they are a sexy girl and have always been one. We are both special cases, and that's why we need to stick together. I think it's some type of dysphoria where you have a connection to who you were but are developing into something... different."

"Embrace it because that is what causes you to keep your sense of self. You are the same person, just wrapped in a different package.... A beautiful, sexy package" she giggled.

She was really making me feel better "Are you sure you weren't a councilor in your past life?"

"No, I just had the last two years to really think about who I am and what made me into the person I am today. I made a lot of mistakes, and I'm in a really fucked up situation, but I am content with who I am. I'm a woman now with a lot of baggage, but as a person, I know who I am."

That made me think... a lot.

I was never confident in who I was.

I rolled over to face her in the bed. "Bridget, I just wanted to thank you for everything you have done. I came here to help you feel better, and you are the one helping me."

"That's ok! Having someone normal to speak to is wonderful. It is making me feel better already."

I proceeded to tell her everything, my upbringing, my sister, my relationship with Amy, and how that led to my mental anchor.

She squeezed me tighter.

Then I explained the circumstances that led to that asshole Simon setting me up with the Syndicate.

She stared at me speechless. "You mean to tell me you are just some innocent guy who got caught up in this insanity?" Bridget stared into my eyes aghast as hers teared up.

"I have accepted my fate as penance for what I've done in my past. But for you, this is just not right!" she sniffled. "For and innocent person to be handed this fate is just not fair. I can't imagine what you are going through."

We held each other for a while face to face. Her empathy and sweetness meant the world to me. She understood. While I looked into those big eyes, I felt my cock stir. and it poked her in the thigh.

She smiled a big smile. "Somebody is feeling better!"

"I'm so sorry!" as I readjusted my position. Bridget smiled again "maybe I can help you out with that... errr... big problem you have there. You have been looking so sexy in that dress, but we don't really need it right now."

She stood me up, grabbed the hem at the bottom and peeled it upward past my head and dropped it next to the bed.

She knelt on the floor and slowly worked my underwear down, past my poor clamped and stretched balls, as I stepped out of my panties. She then pushed me back on the bed and grabbed my butt cheeks to pull me closer to the edge. I gave a high squeak as her nails dug into my ass cheeks.

With a seductive smile, she looked into my eyes and teasingly gave my rapidly hardening cock a quick lick.

What is happening right now? I thought... I'm watching a hot woman, through the cleavage of my impressive new tits, fondle my new giant dick, as I'm wrapping my stocking and stiletto clad legs around her body.

How can this be real??? I MUST still be stuck in that crazy helmet imagining all this!

My mind was reeling. I was on some crazy psychotic rollercoaster.... Please let me wake up in my bed!

..... uh.... But after this blow job!

Bridget continued to stare directly into my eyes and slowly put her mouth around the head. She very leisurely ran her tongue around the glans, increasing the suction as she went. Putting her right hand on the shaft, she gently started stroking. Her left hand gently alternated between caressing my shiny nylon covered leg and lightly scraping it with her long nails.

I honestly didn't know what felt more erotic.

As her saliva began running down my cock, it allowed her to stroke it more firmly over the lubrication.

Her methodical ramp up of stimulation was sending shivers down my spine. All while staring into the big green eyes of a magnificently beautiful woman.

"Oh my God Bridget, that feels wonderful!"

She grabbed my stretched balls in her left hand and gently started massaging them below the clamp. I unconsciously dug my heels into her butt cheeks like a rider on a racehorse to go faster. She held the clamp like a handle and pushed both balls into her mouth.

Her cheeks were puffed out as she sucked and manipulated them with her tongue.

It was heaven!

My new 10 inch cock was as hard as my old 6 inch version ever got. It was surreal to feel the longer strokes while she maintained the head in her mouth.

I leaned my head back in pure pleasure and started moaning loudly in my new higher pitched voice. Shen then delicately raked my balls with her teeth before going back to manipulating them again with her tongue and sucking with increasing intensity.

She pulled my balls from her mouth with a pop and dived back onto my cock with a vengeance.

She started attacking my shaft with increasing aggression while continuing to maintain eye contact. This time, she didn't stop sucking at the head and smoothly slid my whole 10" down her throat in one shot!

As her nose hit my pubic bone, I almost lost it right there. I was virtually delirious with pleasure. My ex, Amy, used to give me the obligatory blow jobs as foreplay, but this was totally at another level!

With my big cock buried deep in her throat, Bridget kept swallowing and manipulating her throat muscles, massaging my shaft wonderfully, while making wet sloppy noises as she moved it in and out several inches at a time, always leaving at least half of my cock in her mouth and throat at all times.

She was a magic cock sucking witch!

I was in heaven. It didn't take long for my orgasm to build, and I tried to warn her.

"Bridget, bridg... brrrrrr.......... Yyyyeeeessss!!!!" I erupted in her throat, pumping load after load directly into her stomach as she gripped my ass with both hands to hold my cock firmly embedded in her throat. She kept swallowing and using her throat to milk...

... Every. Last. Drop... out of my cock.

She pushed me back on the bed as my cock popped out of her mouth. Her lips curled up into a smile as I fell back and stared at her, stunned.

"Wow!.... uh... wow... uh... wow" As I caught my breath.

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment. I'm sorry, I should have asked if that's what you needed, but I wanted you to feel better... I feel so bad about your situation. I hope it helped."

"Well, it certainly didn't hurt! That was the single best orgasm I ever had, so there is that."

"Thank you for that Bridget.... but it would really help if I knew more about my situation. I have no idea what is expected of me or what my future here holds. Can we talk about that?" I asked.

I had a million questions.

Before she had a chance to answer, I asked "Bridget, also.... Can I ask about something more personal?"

"Of course you can. Ask away."

"I thought you were a shemale bimbo like me... but... you have a pussy... did they...." I shivered at the thought that Dr. Fray might remove my cock and turn it into a pussy.

Bridget sighed, "Oh no, it's still there."

I looked at her crotch again confused, then back to her eyes. There were clearly pierced pussy lips, and no cock of any size.

She saw my confused look and continued to explain.

"This sounds very sterile, but that's how the Syndicate views us, as products. Matriarch Anna had some feedback that customers liked shemale bimbos with large cocks, but there were times that some of the owners wanted to take them outside their compounds, like to fancy events or even to beach parties."

"Some of these clients didn't necessarily want others to know of their shemale playmate interests. This led Dr Fray to begin more experiments, and the first was me. I didn't have another owner lined up yet, and I was just a lab assistant and not a product anymore, so Dr. Fray decided I would make a good experimental subject for a procedure she just developed."

"I was also the first to get the cock enlargement procedure, so I was the perfect choice to experiment on. Could they hide a cock of even large proportions like ours?"

Bridget had me kneel in front of a chair as she got up and went into her closet. She emerged with a metal ring about 2" in diameter. "This is a key of sorts. It has embedded magnets in a specific configuration that unlocks my chastity".

I was still confused.

She sat down in the chair in front of me and spread her pussy lips with two fingers of her left hand and placed the ring into the pink interior of her 'pussy' and rotated it ninety degrees. There was a barely discernable click. I watched in fascination as she removed a pink cap that had textured features to camouflage it inside her 'pussy'. It would take more than a cursory look to see it wasn't part of the internal folds of a real vagina.

As she pulled the cap away, I was shocked as a now unconstrained cock slid out and rabidly started growing as it engorged with blood. It grew to be as big as mine!

"How...?"

"Dr. Fray stretched my ball sack like she is doing to you. With our skin treatments, it makes the skin very pliable. She then used the extra scrotum skin to craft a very passable set of inside and outside pussy lips. They were pierced with small rings that the cap uses to lock to.

The ring key activates small latches that lock the cap to the pierced rings.

I'm not supposed to have a key, but Dr. Fray is so disorganized, I was able to make one disappear. I'm happy I can unlock and get some 'stress relief' whenever I get some time alone in my room."

"But I'm going to get my balls cut off?!?!?" I practically shouted.

"No, no, no,... don't worry. Dr. Fray had to make sure I kept my testacles to stay fully functional. During the operation to create my pussy, they were tucked back into the inguinal canal, where in boys, they drop down from when you are a child. They are secured up there in pockets she crafted."

"If I really wanted to, I could squeeze them down where they would fill my lower pussy lips, but it looks funny and is a bit painful to pop them in and out."

"I won't lie, it freaked me out initially, but now I am so used to it, and with my cap installed, I can wear a bikini or tight yoga pants without underwear, and people only see my camel toe" She giggled.

"It's not so bad when you get used to it, and especially since I can access my cock periodically."

Bridget became serious again, "From what I understand, I was the prototype, but you will be the first production 'unit'" Bridget said sadly. "That means they will likely strongly market you. I really don't want you to go."

"But that's a future problem. We will have at least 4-6 months of training that I will help coach you with."

"Training?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer. Bridget saw what I was thinking, "Don't worry about that now. I'll likely be with you for most of it."

My mind wandered a while, contemplating my future, until I realized I was staring straight at Bridget's big cock. I looked up at her again into those compassionate eyes as I took hold of her member. I wanted to do something for her. This was the only thing I could think of.

"Allie, you don't have to do this..."

"I know, but after what you just did for me... what you have done for me.... You are my best... well... only friend, as crazy as that sounds, and I don't know how to repay you. Let me do this... but just a warning, I've always been straight, so I don't have any experience with these other than my own, so I hope I do ok".

She smiled and placed a hand on my cheek.

I tried to copy what Bridget had done to me... at least the first part. The mental conditioning must have removed my repulsion from what I was about to do. It just seemed like I wanted to please my partner any way I could, and Bridget was currently my partner tonight.

As I started sucking the head, I looked up at her and she moaned loudly.

"Yes Allie, that's it. I love it so far" she encouraged me.

Her scent was a combination of whatever female pheromone that that crazy Dr. Faye's synthetic skin process released plus her perfume mixed with whatever soap from the shower she used. It was was intoxicating.

There was no way I could get this monster very far into my mouth, but I tried anyway... and immediately started gagging.

Bridget ran her fingers through my hair and said, "don't try too much the first time".

I thought 'the first time'?... I wonder how many times would I be doing this again?

After recovering from choking on her cock, I decided to stick to the basics. While sucking on the head, which filled my mouth, I started stroking her shaft. She helped by reaching over to her nightstand for some lotion and squirted it into my hand. Now I was able to smoothly stroke her from my lips to the base with smooth even strokes while I sucked the head as sensuously as I could.

Bridget started moaning more loudly. "Yes, yes, yes... Allie, you are good at this!". I appreciated the encouragement, but I had no illusions about my skill level considering my lack of experience.

I pumped faster and harder while working my tongue around the head and even probing my tongue into her urethra a bit.

"Oooo! That's good!!" she moaned. "I'm close!"

At this point, I was all in.

I ramped it up faster with a stronger grip, and after several more minutes, Bridget screamed and grabbed my head with both hands. It seemed like she tried to blow my head off!

An unexpectedly large load of cum blasted into my mouth, filling my cheeks, and leaking out down my chin. She convulsed again and another load shot into my mouth! It was too much! There was nowhere for it to go but down my throat.

As I swallowed, she blasted again mid swallow, and some came pouring out my nose. I pulled my mouth off the head of her cock, and the last spurt got me straight in the face.

I knelt there in shock coughing and choking as Bridget recovered. She looked down at me with a kind smile of affection, and then a sympathetic look as we both burst into laughter. I couldn't imagine the mess I must have looked covered in her cum in my hair, face, lips, and chin, with a big glob running down between my cleavage.

She bent down and kissed me hard, then knelt and licked the cum from between my breasts.

"Mmmmm, desert with a creamy topping! Come on, let's take a shower." She grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom where we undressed each other.

Needless to say, my unofficial training started early. After another blowjob each in the shower, I was spent, but Bridget easily could have kept going.

"How do you do it? I have nothing left!"

She encouraged me with "You'll get there."... which seemed to be another veiled reference to my upcoming training.

Later, after dressing and touching up my hair, Bridget walked me back to my room with 15 minutes to spare before curfew. I got ready for bed, finding a floor length royal blue satin nightgown in my closet.

My brain was going a thousand miles an hour. Between the next procedure tomorrow, the mysterious 'training' that took months that I had in front of me, and the fact that I might already have a buyer interested, stressed me out to the extreme.

My stomach was in a knot, which made it challenging to project happy bimbo vibes at will.

I knew I needed to sleep, but first, made it a point to walk into my closet to pick out an outfit for tomorrow in addition to a nightie. I made a big deal about my shoe collection in case anyone was monitoring me.

I was tired, but moving around my room and bending over without a bra was really causing my boobs to juggle. There was no way I could keep from exploring these. As I sat cross legged and naked on my bed, I couldn't help as Bridget put it, to "play with my tits".

I cupped them in my hands and let them drop, feeling the new weight on my chest. How was I going to deal with these? They were right here in front of me, partially blocking my view downward.

I pressed them together like a push-up bra would. Holy crap. These were going to be magnets for all kinds of attention.

My nipples stood straight out. They were far larger than my old male version, and begged to be pulled and sucked on. They were so sensitive and got hard over the slightest touch. When excited, they would literally show through anything but a padded bra or thick fabric.

I was getting hard again, but I was so tired I just had to stop touching them or I would be up all night.

Pulling on my nightie, I slid between the sheets and forced my eyes closed.

In the morning, after tossing and turning all night, the intercom in my room went off.

"SUBJECT ALEXANDRA, Please put on a robe only and wait by your door for your escort to arrive. You have 30 minutes to get ready"

Good thing I don't have to do my hair and makeup...... wait! What??... Where did that thought come from? That realization caused my mind to spin again.

How much of me is really me??

Hair?, makeup? And I just sucked a cock yesterday!

ARRRR! I'm going crazy!

I shook my head and realized the clock was ticking. I guess I didn't need my outfit I picked out, so I showered and stood by the door in my robe and short heels as instructed.

Bridget showed up to take me to the next treatment room. When we arrived, Dr. Fray was already there talking with Jo, apparently continuing her orientation.

"We don't use the training units, or 'coffins' for this phase because we need access to the subject's body, however, the personality modification helmet will still be necessary to reinforce previous suggestions, provide anesthesia, as well as impart other mental aspects of their future training."

"Nurse Bridget, you may begin preparing the patient."

"The surgery portion will take advantage of the pliability and healing of the modified skin on the scrotum. I will create a very realistic looking vagina from the outside at least. It will also hide the penis and provide a chastity feature.

Since my first attempt with Nurse Bridget here, I even perfected a simulated clitoris to make it even more realistic. Not only does it look the part, but I increased the sensitivity of the nerves in that area and in the simulated lips. I'm not sure if the subject can orgasm from stimulation of the nub, but perhaps with the additional hypnotic suggestions we will add today, it's theoretically possible."

'God help me!' I thought. 'What else can this modern-day Dr Mengele come up with? I need to get out of this asylum!'

Bridget put me in a hospital gown, and went through the same hooding process as before, adding skin cream to my face before pulling on the inflatable latex hood. As she zipped it up in the back, she whispered again "remember your anchors".

She filled the hood with the solidifying gel, then next was the metal helmet secured to the operating table. She held my arm to guide me as I lay down and placed my head in the back of the helmet before latching it closed. I couldn't see it, but I'm sure Bridget smiled to herself as she inserted the dildo in my mouth, thinking of last night and remembering my face covered in her cum.

She then shackled me down and added the gas hoses to the nostril tubes. Once the gas started flowing, I began my drift to suggestion land....

The gas was smelled differently this time, I'm assuming anesthesia addedddd...

I was getting loopy as the suggestions started; "You can orgasm from manipulation of your new clit"... "you love oral sex and the taste of cum"... "pain is pleasure"... "you love licking assholes"... "dancing is fun"... "remember your posture"... "toe heel, toe heel when you walk"... "head up, back straight"... "you love stockings and pantyhose"... "latex and leather are wonderful"... "high heels don't bother your feet, but make you look pretty"... and on and on as I drifted away...

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Dr Fray continued her orientation with Jo...

"The subject will also be given an IV with a cocktail of specific compounds. These will make permanent changes to the subject's ligaments, cartilage, and tendons to allow much more bodily flexibility. This will allow them to excel at dancing, gymnastics, and creating interesting bondage positions for their new owners.

Also, for a very short duration of a few hours, one of the compounds even makes bone somewhat pliable. The subject will be fitted with a strict corset and special girdle during that time. The lower ribs will be permanently forced inward to produce a narrower waist, and the girdle has structure to press and spread the pelvis a bit. Not exactly like true females, but with the addition of the synthetic fat, the result is a narrow waist and even more pronounced hips"

Jo shook her head in disbelief "You are a genius, Doctor, amazing"

"That isn't all, the new pussy lips will have deep piercings that look like decorative rings but will be connections for a cap that will allow the penis to be pushed entirely into the body and be held there."

"The subject will be indistinguishable from a female unless someone tries to penetrate them or does a very close examination. It has a special magnetic lock for the cap, which also connects to the bar piercing through the head of the penis."

"The cap has a short urethra tube so the subject can sit to urinate through. It also acts as a channel for ejaculation during climax if the owner allows that. A key is given to the owner which will allow removal of the cap for erections at their discretion only."

"The standard model shemale bimbos have traditional chastity cages locked and secured through this same penis head piercing. However, some customers consider the bulge under tight clothing objectionable in public. This new model doesn't have that issue."

"So, the subject will need time to recover after the procedure before entering back into the training regimen?" asked Jo.

"Only a few days. The ribs will quickly solidify into their new positions, and the healing properties of the new skin are quite remarkable, if I do say so myself. The subject will be ready to initiate the physical aspects of the training after one week recovery, maximum."

"I wish I could get the treatment... ha-ha, I mean the skin treatment only!" laughed Jo.

"Only if you can accept a high-risk permanent disfigurement as a female. But I WOULD give you a large bonus if you participated in such experiments" Dr. Fray tried to tease her interest.

"Uh, on second thought, I'll pass" Jo quickly followed.

"You are smarter than your job classification would lead me to believe my dear".

"Yes Ma'am" Jo turned away and rolled her eyes. 'Pompous bitch' she thought.

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