One day when you had the opportunity to go out to lunch, you decided
to
try a restaurant that some of the women in the office had been talking
about.
They had seemed very enthused about the quality of the food and the
reasonable
prices, besides commenting on the beautiful decor. You were rather
hesitant
about going because you knew most of them were "salad bar" types but went
anyway. As you entered the restaurant you were surprise at the decor, it
was
definitely female, like a lady's boudoir, done in shades of pink and rose
with
knick-knacks and lacy curtians and small flowers on the wallpaper. However
it
was pleasing to the eye and relaxing the tension generated by the sterile
office conditions.
You were seated by a rather buxom hostess and told that your
waitress
whose name was Cheryl would be with you in a moment, while she handed you
a
menu. As you looked over the menu trying to decide what to eat, another
surprise, because it wasn't a typical "salad bar" selection, although it
included many of those items, and the prices were Very reasonable, better
than
you could do at the cafeteria. After choosing what you wanted and giving
your
order to Cheryl,who was a very pleasant,petite woman even if her high
heeled
sandles didn't look practical, you began to observe the other diners
around
you.
Most of them were women and several of them were dressed well
enough to
be wealthy or else hookers, and those seemed to be a bit nervous and kept
glancing around particularly towards the kitchen area where the restrooms
were
also located at. Not that you paid that much attention just figuring that
they
were like most women and checking out the ladies room (probably they were
on
the rag). Of the men there were a few and nothing very note-worthy about
them
except one who even in your heterosexual opinion was quite a "hunk" the
women
probably fell all over him. He was about average height 5'7"-5'8", blonde,
blue eyed, well built with out a flagrant display of muscles. Oh well, no
sense staring at the guy you might give him the wrong idea about
yourself(heaven forbid!). Cheryl brought your food and you thanked her,
and
proceeded to eat. As she checked back later you decided that you had time
for
dessert, especially as they had cheesecake. At the same time the "hunk"
walked
past on his way to the john. Your dessert came and you ate it and finished
the
last of your coffee, you had refused a refill because you really had to
get
back to work. As you were paying your bill you noticed that the "hunk"
hadn't
returned to his table and you had the passing thought of hoping that
everything was coming out alright and as the thought passed through there
was
a commotion in the kitchen and the sound of breaking dishes, oh well that
happens to the best of us. Several months later when you were deciding to
go
out to lunch the thought of that restaurant came to mind, you had thought
of
several times before but hadn't gotten a chance to go there, but there was
nothing important going on at work today so you could take a little longer
lunch hour and thought you'd try there again. Nothing about the place had
changed, not the decor, not the hostess, you even had Cheryl as your
waitress(a defininite feeling of de-ja vu came over you, but you shook off
the
feeling and preceded to enjoy your meal. As you were eating a young blond
women entered and was being seated by the hostess. You took a second look
at
her. She seemed familiar some how but you couldn't place her. She was
about
5'7"-5'8" in height well built(firm) but not fat, even rather well
stacked, in
fact she was quite a looker. Her clothes had an expensive look to them.
They
were very feminine with lace insets and the skirt was done in a
handkerchief
hem. She seemed very nervous and figgited with her bracelets and rings a
lot
and she seemed to stutter a bit when she gave her order although it may
only
have been the distance between the tables. Oh well. After you had finished
the
last of your coffee you decided to use the can or you might not make it
back
to the office without seeing yellow. You passed Cheryl on your way there
and
she smiled and asked how your meal had been, you said fine and went in to
the
john. As you stepped through the door you took one look and stepped back
out
in a hurry. Then turned to look at the door to make sure that you hadn't
gotten the wrong room. Nope it was the right one (men's room). What a
shock-
you stepped back in and let the door bang behind you, which made you jump
guiltily. If this was the men's room it was like none you had ever seen
before. Oh the walls were blue as was typical for boys but the gold gilt
mirrors and chandelier light fixtures were not. And another thing all the
stalls had doors and there wasn't the average urinal by the wall. As you
stood
gazing around the call of nature called again, so you walked down to the
farthest stall and entered locking the door behind you. After finishing
the
task and zipping your pants you turned to open the door. It wouldn't open,
the
bolt slid back and forth but the door wouldn't swing open, it was almost
as if
some giant magnet was holding the door to the frame. As you debated on
whether
you should call for help(how embarrassing) or if you should climb under
the
door(most logical) you heard the outer door open and someone enter.
Another
fact that hadn't registered was that the floor was thickly carpeted, very
unusal, and now caused the person who had entered to walk with out a
sound.
Well time was moving and you wanted OUT! "Hello" you said "ah excuse me
but I
ah can't seem to get the door open, could you ah give me a hand?" Funny
how
your voice seemed to shake just a bit and the room itself sort of absorb
the
sound. As you stood there deciding whether to call again the door swung
open.
No one was there, how strange, maybe it had just been stuck. While
stepping
out you glanced down to check your zipper and as you did a movement was
caught
out of the corner of your eye and they slid in that direction, when you
realized what you were seeing you stood as if frozen with all the typical
questions running through your mind. Never did the most atypical one occur
not
until much later. What you saw were two pair of feet, nyloned feet in very
high heeled- ankle strap sandles! As your eyes wandered up the nyloned
legs to
the skirt hems and up past breasts to shoulders to faces, you felt your
self
blanch then turn red with embarrassment as you begin to stutter about this
being the men's room. For what you saw were two very feminine but very
large
and well muscled women.

They're faces were set and they'er eyes were cold,
unfeeling, there was no shock nor any humor in them. They stepped forward
towards you, in unison, one on either side, they each grabbed an arm and
before you could open your mouth to say anything the one on your left held
a
cloth to your nose and mouth. You breathed in at the unexpectedness of it
and
sweet rather overpowering smell came to you and then everything went
black.
As you began to regain consciousness you could hear people talking
at a
distance, the words were garbled and made little sense except for one
sentence
and that was "yes he should make a very interesting candidate for our
experiment" this was said by a female voice that was low and rather husky
sounding. Someone standing next to you called out to the other voices that
you
were now awake. You decided to open your eyes and see just who was there
and
find out just what was going on. The site that met you was one that would
stay
for a long time in your memory. There were two women walking towards you,
one
was obviosly the superior over the other. As they stopped next to you, you
also realized that you were laying on a gurney and were strapped down, you
wet
your lips with your tongue and tried to ask what was going on and who were
they, unfortunatly your mouth was to dry to allow you to speak and before
you
had the chance to try again you remembered the scene in the john at the
restaurant and wondered if that had been a dream but the minute the the
lady
began to speak you knew that whatever had happened and was going to happen
was
for real. "Well my little man" she said "I hope you're not too
uncomfortable,
you had best enjoy it while you can because it's going to get worse before
it
gets better and you had best enjoy your feelings of being a man because
when
you wake up again you will no longer be totaly a man. You see that is what
I
do. I am this Mistress and I like to take male chauvinists like you and
make
them in my own image. Don't think that you will escape or that anyone will
miss you, I have taken care of all that and when you return to the present
several months will have gone by and Carl will no longer exist. You will
be
Carolyn, a female to all appearances. Do you understand, you will not be a
man
any longer you will be a women, and I will teach you to act and to live
and to
think like one." As your mind tried to grasp what she,The Mistress" had
said
and the full meaning dawned, a scream rose in your throat. But you only
whimpered, shaking your head back and forth, saying over and over,"no I'm
a
man , I'm a man." She patted your hand and said "No my dear you will be a
woman". Then she stepped back and the other one came near, in her hand she
had
a hypo, this she injected into your arm and said" sweet dreams, Carolyn"
Slowly you were engulfed in darkness again. As you awoke for the second
time
you found yourself lying in a double bed that had satin sheets and pillow
case, you were so relaxed and comfortable that you didn't want to move.
You
knew that something was wrong but you couldn't remember what and you
didn't
care. Then you did remember, the lady who called herself The Mistress, and
the
rest of it, the restaurant and the john, the injection, what was it she
had
said, yes now you remember being told that you would become a woman. What
a
stupid idea, oh these sheets felt so good rubbing against your body, how
strange too, you've slept on satin before but they never felt this good.
Suddenly you sat up, that drug they gave you must still be working for you
not
to have noticed anything different, you pulled the sheet away from your
naked
body and looked at yourself. Your hair, all of your body hair was gone,
there
was none on your arms or legs, armpits and chest were clean too, even, oh
god,
someone shaved your crotch too. But it didn't feel like it had been
shaved, it
was more like it had never existed, there was no roughness or nubbies.
While
you were examining yourself, the door to your room opened, you grabbed the
sheet and pulled it up to cover your body. It was The Mistress, "how nice
to
see you awake" she said as she entered the room."I hope that you had a
nice
sleep, now before you try to ask any questions let me tell you that you
may as
well forget any idea that you had about escaping, that would be
impossible,
for there are guard everywhere. Besides where would you go? the life that
you
knew as Carl no longer exists there is only a new life starting as
Carolyn,
already the procedures have started, the hair removal is only a beginning,
while you were asleep we also started with the hormonal injections that
will
soon be showing some effect with the natural development of your breasts
and
later after we have taught you all that we can about being a women we will
be
doing some cosmetic surgery, such as breast implants and possibly, you
might
even get enough into my favor to receive a cunt.
The next few months where a joy and a trial for you. A joy in the
fact
that you learned the sensual pleasure of wearing women's clothing, the
variety
and textures but it was also a trial in that in the beginning you fought
so
hard against becoming a women and the suffering and humiliation from the
others because you wouldn't except your new role. And then when you
finally
decided that you couldn't fight it any longer and that the Mistress had
been
correct and that there was no escaping her. You had the problem of trying
to
wear high heeled shoes and walking in them. The different ways of putting
on
makeup, so that you didn't look like a sea hag or a hooker on her first
trick.
It was hard to unlearn the habits of 30 odd years but you had the added
incentive of desperately wanting to be in the Mistress' favor. The final
test
after finally accomplishing all of these goals was to go back to that
restaurant and present yourself to the public and to the employees there ,
as
a women. To pass completely, with no more longing or backward glances of
what
it was to be a man, not now or ever would you think of yourself as Carl,
the
man you used to be, you are now and forever Carolyn. And needless to say
quite
happy to be you.
A word of warning to those macho men out there if you should ever
enter
a restaurant that has pink and rose decor with lacy curtians you had best
beware, if by chance you are a tv, then I congratulate you on finding your
hearts desire.