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12-14-2005, 04:15 AM

WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words,
and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not
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reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't!

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Remote Control
By Wholeman

"Well hello there, little missy," was the first thing I heard, only as a disembodied voice.

"This is going to be so much fun! I realize that you are still quite heavily medicated, but
here it is, in a nutshell... I have transformed you, from a big strong man, into a helpless
and weak little woman, with shall I say, many entertaining attributes, which will reveal
themselves, at the proper time. So lay there, feeble and pathetic, and enjoy the ride sissy!"
the sexy feminine voice informed me, and then she cackled like a fairy tale witch.


The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital room, with a very sexy looking nurse,
holding my hand.

"Oh sweetie, I'm so glad you are awake!" the nurse said.

"Wha..." I croaked.

"It's all right hon., don't try to talk. You were found on the hospital's doorstep, in pretty
rough shape," she told me.

"Apparently some surgery was done to you, and you seemed to be a bit malnourished as
well," she continued. "Don't worry about a thing though, you are alright now. We'll take
good care of you!"

What the hell was she talking about? The last thing, I can remember, is coming out of my
new apartment, in downtown Seattle. I was on my way, to get another load of furniture,
from my car... then here, with this fruitcake nurse, calling me sweetie?

"It's a good thing you had your purse with you, or we wouldn't have had any Idea, who you
were, or anything about you, Diane," the fruitcake nurse said.

"Who the Fuck, is Diane," I croaked?

"Oh dear, oh uh... well you, are Diane, Miss," the fruitcake nurse told me, "Uh... I'll be right
back! I have to consult with your Doctor, for a minute. You just rest there, and stay

Me stay calm! She's the one sounding all excited! I could hear her rush out of the room,
while I slipped back into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness.


"There, she's coming around again," said the deep masculine voice. "Hi there, Diane. It's
nice to finally see you opening those lovely green eyes, by yourself!"

"Why the hell, is everybody calling me, Diane?" I mumbled.

"Because my dear, that's what your driver's license, say's your name is," said the man's

"Whatever my license might say, my name is Howard! And why does my whole body hurt?"
I asked, still not opening my eyes, more than what was necessary, to be able to see
shadows. It was just too darn bright in here!

"Well Diane... Uh, Howard, you have had some rather extensive surgery done to you, that's
why your body hurts, as to why we don't call you Howard, well... since I have examined
you, very thoroughly I might add, I find that most people named Howard, do not have
ovaries, or a uterus!" the Doctor assured me.

"Ovaries... Uterus... I don't..." I fell unconscious again.


My eyes opened, and I surveyed my surroundings. I was in, your run of the mill, hospital
room. I seemed to have an IV in my arm, and there was a machine beeping in rhythm with
my heartbeat.

My door was open and curtained, and just as I noticed that said curtain swung open quite
suddenly as I watched.

"Ah, you look so much better today!" the fruitcake nurse told me perkily.

I was still taking in my surroundings, when she grabbed my wrist, to take my pulse.

"Oh my dear God!" I said, noticing just how small and frail my wrist looked, even compared
to the pretty nurse's small hands!

"Your pulse is normal and strong, how are you feeling?" she asked.

"What did you people do to me?" I screeched, the beeping becoming quite a bit faster

"Why, WE have done nothing to you, but nurse you back to health. You were found on our
doorstep, having undergone a lot of surgery. You looked as though you had just been
wheeled out of an operating room, and then dumped in the hallway outside of our
emergency room. So what WE did to YOU, is HEAL YOU UP, and SAVE YOUR LIFE," she
informed me, sounding rather indignant.

"My wrist is so small, and my voice... I sound like a... a... a girl!" I softly said, the beeping
not slowing one bit.

"I don't know how to break it to you, but honey, you are a girl! And by everything we have
been able to determine, you always were, a girl! For instance, last week, while you were
still pretty out of it, you menstruated," she insisted, her attitude softening a little.

"Menstruated? A period? Only girls have periods..." I was still pretty dopey, but this just
can't be!

"That's a fact. So, why do you keep insisting, you are someone named, Howard?" she
asked me, her small feminine fists planted on her hips.

"My name, IS Howard Samuels, I'm a College student at the University of Washington, I
just started my freshman year," I informed her.

"I'm glad to meet you, Howard. Although I am curious as to where, you got these lovely
breasts? Boobs-R-Us?" she quipped, and squeezed my, heretofore-unnoticed, baseball
sized, boob!

"That feels... weird, what the hell...? Do that again?" I asked, half stunned, half excited.

She gave me a lengthy grope, to which, I released a long, low, blissful moan.

"How was that honey, bring anything back?" she asked.

"Oh God, that felt wonderful! That's the first time I've felt anything like that... ever!" I had
my head back and my eyes closed, panting and licking my lips, enjoying the feelings she
had evoked, the machine beeping frantically in the background.

I saw the fruitcake nurse's eyes grow to the size of quarters rather rapidly, and then she
pressed my call button, and another nurse popped her head into my room.

"Get Doctor Burnheart! I think she really was a man!" her voice had grown high, and

"No shit!" the other nurse said, as she bolted off to get the Doctor.

"When you showed up here the ID you had, indicated that your name is Diane Toyavich.
Things for now would be simpler, if I can call you Diane, or do you still insist that I call
you, Howard?" she asked a distasteful look on her face indicating her preference.

"You keep squeezing my boobs like that, and you can call me slut! That was soooo good!" I
closed my eyes remembering the feel of her hand.

"I was ah... just hoping to shock you out of your delusion. I didn't mean to, ah... make a
lesbian come on to you or anything," she stammered, beet red faced and embarrassed.

"Are you sure, you won't do it again? Maybe it will work after a few more tries," I begged.

"Not a chance, you like it to much!" she stroked my face, looking into my bewildered eyes.

"Does it feel that good to all women, when someone does that, to their boobs?" I asked her,
recognizing by her manner that she cared and wanted to help.

"I can't speak for all women, but yeah, it feels that good to me, when someone does that to
my boobs," she admitted tweaking my nose and smiling at me.

"I think I might have wet the bed," I told her, my face red with shame.

"You couldn't... ah, you have a catheter in your... ah vagina," she assured me puzzled that
I would not recognize what had happened.

"Then why do I feel all, uh... wet. You know down there?" I asked her glancing at my
crotch to indicate what I meant.

"I'll check," she promised, although she was fairly certain, what she would find.

I could feel her lift the covers, and my gown, and spread my legs slightly, to check me out,
"It seems, ah... that you are just... sexually excited. Don't worry, it was quite a normal
reaction to being fondled, that's what we women do when we're turned on, we start to
lubricate our vaginas."

"Vagina? How can that be? No one can change a man into a woman! They can only make
men into, ah... something that looks like a woman. Are you sure that I've got ovaries?" I
asked, traumatized to have been included in the, 'we women' explanation and the
accusation that I have a vagina.

"Oh yes, you ovulated and had a period, those men who have had that, ah... operation you
mentioned, can't do that, that's why we thought you were just a woman who had been
traumatized," she claimed, clearly uncomfortable but staying with me, and holding my
hand persistently. "I had better leave anything else, for the Doctor to explain."

A few minutes later, the curtain swung open again and a woman Doctor, poked her head
in, "Maggie, I see you have our prize patient, in good hands," she said to the fruitcake

Nurse Maggie stood, and motioned the Doctor over toward the window, and had a
whispered consultation.

"No kidding?" the Doctor asked, a little too loudly.

Nurse Maggie nodded her head, after saying, "Shhh!"

They both came back over to me.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Betty Burnheart. Maggie here, tells me that you have never had your
breasts stimulated before, is that true?" she asked, standing by my bed, clipboard in hand.

"Not until about ten minutes ago I hadn't," I claimed, "but I sure did like it! You can give
them a squeeze too, if you'd like!" I smiled hopefully, up at the sexy Doctor.

"Interesting, she says that she believed you. Not because of what you said, but by how you
reacted. From what I just heard, I think we'll try something else. Have you felt anything
like this before?" she reached her hand underneath the sheets, and I felt her finger slip into
my body, in a way that was, utterly impossible! And then, she touched, IT!

"Oh, oh baby. That's even better than the boob thing! Ooh, ooh!" I squealed, laying limply
and biting my lower lip, with my eyes closed.

She stopped quickly, seemingly very startled.

"How...? You had your finger... inside of me?" I gazed up at her face in shocked confusion!

The Doctor looked at nurse Maggie, "I think you're right. This patient has never felt her
sexual organs stimulated, before. At her age, she should have at least, had her finger
inside herself taking a shower or bathing to cleaned herself down there."

"Doctor please, turn me back into a man. I have classes that I have to start attending, and
a life to get back to," I begged, frantically distraught!

"If you really were a man named Howard, and I am starting to believe that you were, even
so, I know of no way to turn a fully functional woman, into a fully functional man, or visa
versa, for that matter!" the Doctor insisted straight faced shaking her head, "It's beyond all
current medical science, to do that!"

"Then how do you explain, what happened to me?" I whined, "Look at me, all soft and tiny,
I wasn't like this when I left my apartment, that's for damn sure!" I indicated my tiny form,
with my hands.

"As far as I'm concerned, what you say happened to you is impossible, I can't explain it,"
the Doctor threw her hands up in a shrug. "There was something strange that we found
while examining you, we ah... ran an MRI on you so we could get a look inside, without
disturbing the healing of your incisions, since you were in such rugged shape when you
arrived, and discovered that you have several, small, metallic objects, implanted
throughout your body. We have no idea what they are for, and frankly, we were afraid to
fool around with them, in the off chance that they were there on purpose, to help certain
areas of your body function properly. It appeared that they were placed at these sites, by
all of the surgery that had been performed on you, before you were dumped on our

"Well, take them out!" I pleaded, looking over my form like I could see through the bedding
and nightie.

"Unfortunately, your insurance is at issue here, if you are indeed Diane Toyavich, your stay
here in the hospital with us, is covered. If you are not Diane Toyavich, and indeed are
Howard Samuels, we will need to know your insurance company, so that we might submit
to them, for payment of such extensive surgery. We already tried to submit for Diane
Toyavich, and she was turned down, for the removal surgery. If we can prove you are
Howard Samuels, do you have insurance that will even pay for the hospital bill, you have
already rung up?" Dr. Burnheart asked cold-heartedly her arms folded underneath her
breasts expectantly.

There it was! It all boiled down, to the golden rule. And since I had no gold...

"Um, 'gulp,' does Diane's insurance, cover the whole bill so far?" I asked feeling small, frail,
and very uncertain.

"Oh yes, Diane has very good coverage, although elective surgery, is not covered," she
informed me enthusiastically.

I felt so helpless, that I began to cry. I never cry! I didn't cry, when my father died, so why
am I crying now?

Nurse Maggie held me, and told me everything was going to be all right.

The Doctor just stood there, hands on hips, looking exasperated.

I whispered to nurse Maggie, "If I tell her the truth, they'll kick me out of here, and saddle
me with a huge bill that will take years to pay, and I'll never be able to go to college. I don't
think I'm strong enough to be released yet. I really am Howard, but I think I'll have to lie
to her, to stay here and get better." I was petrified that I'd find myself on the sidewalk like
this, with nothing and nowhere to go!

Nurse Maggie just rocked me back and forth on the bed as she stood next to it holding me,
and said, "Shh, that's all right DIANE, everything's going to be okay!"

"I'll come back later and check on the patient, when she's calmed down a bit, nurse," Dr.
Burnheart told her, spun on her black high heels and left, with a very arousing sway to her

"She's so pretty, so why is she so mean?" I sniffed.

"She is just telling you the truth of your situation, before you started to convince everyone
here that you're nuts, and then had to be committed, or thrown out of the hospital," she
told me. "I think she believes you, but there is nothing anyone at this hospital can do to
change it, and it seems whoever did this to you, has arranged an identity for you, so for the
time being, it would be better if you assume that identity, until you can figure all of this

"But, I don't know how to be a girl. What am I going to do, when I am all better?" I
blubbered burying my head in her bosom.

"Well as far as your first question is concerned, I might be able to come up with a few
practiced teachers on that subject, me for one. And as far as your second question, I don't
know, but I'll personally help you find out, if you would like. I have a few contacts that can
look into both, Howard and Diane, and help you find out what to do. Does that make you
feel any better?" Nurse Maggie told me, as she rubbed my back in little circles, which was
more soothing than you can believe, "In fact, I think I can convince Dr. Burnheart, to do
some checking, on the QT, too."

"Do you think I can call my mom too?" I asked her. (Hey, sometimes a guy needs his mom
too, you know!)

"What are you going to tell her? Her son, is now a pretty, little, strawberry blonde, girl?"
she asked, looking me in the eye, earnestly.

"I can't even have my mom to comfort me, can I?" the floodgates opened up again, and I
just lay there sobbing and feeling alone in the world.

"Can I fill in for her? At least until we can find a way, to tell her?" Maggie asked, with her
eyes flooding, but not quite leaking yet.

I clung to her even tighter, "Thank you Maggie that is so nice of you to offer. I know you
don't have to, and the only thing I can give you in return, is all the gratitude this little body
can muster. I know it's not much. Even before when I was a man I didn't have much.
Now it seems like even what little I had in the world, has been stolen! I don't even know
who I am, or for that matter, what girls do. I know it's selfish of me to accept your kind
offer, but I think I'm going to need you, so very much!" I clutched tightly to her, sobbing
and trembling all over.

She held for a time until my overwhelming emotions finally began to calm down.

"Well, why don't you watch some TV, or take a nap for a while, I have some duties to attend
to, before my shift ends. Then I'll come back when my shift is over, and we can visit a
while and you can tell me more about you, so I can get to work on what we talked about,
okay?" nurse Maggie asked, pulling me off of her gently. (I clung to her so tightly I almost
expected to hear a pop!)

"I think I'll be all right for a while, I'm still very frightened, but at least I know that someone
cares about me, even a little bit, and that helps a lot, thanks Maggie!" I told her, hugging
her tightly, but only briefly this time, and kissed her on the cheek, "I'm so lucky to have a
nurse and a friend, as caring as you."

She blushed, holding her hand up to where I had kissed her, got up, and headed towards
the door, "I have one small piece of advice for you to help you through this. We both know
that some person is behind all of this, and if it starts getting you down, tell yourself, 'I'm
not going to let them win!' Can you do that for me? Good! You take things easy for now,
my lovely new surrogate daughter, and don't get into any trouble while I'm gone," she
giggled as she shook her finger at me, trying to look stern, as she left to perform her other
nursing duties.

Now that I was alone, I decided it was time to start to figure out some things about my new
existence. I pulled off the covers, and lifted my gown, away from my, uh... body.

What I saw was unbelievable! Big pink areola, tight hard nipples poking out, firm full
breasts, and they, were on... me! Mine? I scanned down my body to my waist, only to
discover it was so small that it looked like I had been pinched in half and the two halves,
were just starting to mend back together! Farther down still, more smooth hairless skin,
sliding all the way down, to an 'M' shaped area, between my legs?

'That must be it... My... my... I can't even think it! My Pussy! there, I thought it!' I thought

I seemed to have lovely hairless legs, and tiny, feminine feet with cute little wiggly toes!
And judging by the size of my body compared to that of the bed on which it lay, I was
short! Real short! Five feet tall at best! Which is a hell of a long ways from the five foot
eleven that I remember being!

I flipped the covers and my gown, back into place. I had seen enough. I am certainly in
the body of a woman now, no doubt about it! I shuddered with the knowledge of what I
had just seen.

The telephone rang, startling me. Maybe Maggie was calling from the nursing station? I
picked it up and said, "Hello?"

"Diane, you are about to have your very first girly orgasm, hang on... ha, ha, ha, ha..." the
receiver went dead.

My back arched, my eyes rolled up into my head, my toes curled up tight, and I had a
death grip on the bed sheets, and screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" As the telephone fell
to the floor,

As I reveled in the afterglow, nurse Maggie came running in through the curtain, "Diane,
are you alright?"

"Oh, I am so alright!" I lay with my eyes closed, and stroking my own soft, strawberry
blonde hair.

As she approached me, I heard her sniff, "Did you just masturbate yourself girl?" Maggie
asked, obviously recognizing the aroma.

"No! I had a phone call! She said, 'You are about to have your very first girly orgasm!' And
boy did I ever!" I exclaimed. "It felt so good! I hope she calls again!"

"Honey, you had someone call you on the phone and tell you, you were about to orgasm,
and then you just did?" Maggie asked my shuddering, quivering, little feminine body,
because my mind, was adrift elsewhere.

"Oh yes! I did orgasm! And I like it! It felt so good!" I moaned.

"Diane, you shouldn't orgasm, over a phone call! Who was it?" she asked.

"I don't know, it sounded like a woman's voice," I told her.

"That is very weird! Are you all right now?" she asked me.

"I'm terrific! I feel so wonderful!" I stroked my lithe figure, up and down my sides, and

"I have to finish up, I'll see you in a few minutes. You just lie there and bask in the
afterglow," she giggled and left, shaking her head.

When Maggie returned, I was napping lightly, so when I finally roused, I felt her gently
holding my hand and reading a romance novel, "Hi Maggie, have I been asleep long?"

"Not very. You needed your sleep, so I didn't wake you. It was nice just relaxing here and
watching you sleep. But it's getting late now, and I should go home, I just didn't want you
to wake up, alone. I'll be back tomorrow and see you, okay?" she asked.

"Thanks, Maggie momma, see you tomorrow," I agreed sleepily, "Drive safe and please come
back to me. Remember, little Diane needs you!" (Yawn)

When she left, I realized that the wet spot I had been sitting in, when I fell asleep, was
gone. I later learned that Maggie had changed the bed after her shift was over, not wanting
me to have to endure the humiliation, of having a stranger do it.


The next morning, Maggie visited me and brought several books on fashion, makeup, and
feminine hygiene, which I gratefully accepted and read with more interest, than I would
have ever believed a week ago, but of course now, these things were about me!

Over the next week, Maggie helped me through many of the basics, in femininity. I had
used the bathroom by myself, and now, I know how to do it properly (I didn't realize it was
that complicated for girls). I could dress myself somewhat, and even apply some basic
makeup. Maggie even taught me how not to walk, like (as she put it) a clumsy elephant.

It was painfully obvious to the both of us that I still had, one hell of a long way, to go! Who
knew that there was so much more to swapping genders, than just anatomical differences?
Even simple stuff like what kind of socks to wear, for what kind of shoes! (Never, never
wear socks with high heels! It makes Maggie crazy!)

Maggie had also discovered, by this time that I live in a condo a few miles away, at least
that's what the information in my purse indicates, as well as, a set of keys that claim they
will open the door.

"Maggie, I hate to ask this, but could you go by 'my condo' and check it out for me? One of
the other nurses said that when I was found on the hospital doorstep, I was only wearing a
plain white hospital gown with, 'my butt hanging out.' Maybe there are some clothes you
could bring back for me, to go 'home' in? I might cause a commotion trying to walk out of
here, naked!" I hesitantly asked her, after she had been quizzing me on deportment, for
about an hour.

"Sure honey, I'd be happy to. I am so proud of you, and I hear you are healing up so well,
the doctor told me that you can go home tomorrow, so I'll have to swing by your condo
tonight, and see what I can scare up. Why don't you get some sleep honey, and I'll see you
early tomorrow. It sounds like I'm going to have a busy evening. I need your purse, do you
mind if I take it with me?"

"Sure, you'll probably need it," I readily handed it over.

Maggie accepted it, but instructed, "One thing to remember, after tonight, for you though!
A lady would never hand her purse over, so readily, all of her most personal things are kept
in there. Of course I've been into this purse more than you have, and you haven't had a
chance to personalize it yet," she smiled really big, "Whoever planted this purse on you was
definitely a woman though, there's a spare pair of panties, tampons, and Maxi Pads in it.
A man might have thought about the last two, but the panties are certainly a woman's

Maggie continued after a pause, "You know dear, after I have spent so much time with you,
first when I cared for you while you were unconscious for two weeks, and then all of this
week, and I have to tell you, that I'm starting to feel very maternal toward you, like you
really are my daughter."

She swallowed hard and kept going, "There's something you should know about me. I
found out years ago that I would never have any children of my own, so this last week has
been rewarding in a way for me, that's hard to explain. I guess what I'm saying is, if you
don't mind, I'd like to keep helping you after you go home," she was looking into her hands
very intently, and seemed afraid I might turn her down.

"I'd like that mother, if you want to. I have grown so close to you too, in some ways, even
closer than with, my... ah... Howard's real mother!" I blushingly told her, after picking up
her hands in mine, and getting her to look me in the eyes.

She started crying and hugged me, "I guess, I never knew, how much, I wanted to have my
own child, until I met you, and you seemed to need me, so much!"

"I'm so scared about what has happened to me, I needed you and still need you, more than
you can know," I blubbered back, embracing her.

"It's settled then, at least for the near future, anything you might expect from any other
girl's mom, I'll be there to give you and support you! Now, you get some sleep young lady,
and tomorrow I'll help you dress, and take you home," she stroked my face and kissed me
on the forehead, good night.


The next day Maggie came walking into my room, lugging a small suitcase, "Girl, you are
not going to believe that condo of yours! I picked up some clothes for you, but there
doesn't seem to be very may outfits in the dressers or closets, maybe a week's worth of
changes. It is all very strange! But the furnishings and the view are unbelievable! Your
condo is on the waterfront, of Lake Washington!" she squealed!

That news made my eyes pop open wide. That's some of the most expensive real estate
around here.

"Have you had your shower, and did you shave your legs and underarms, like I showed
you?" she queried setting the luggage down, and folding her arms under her bosom, like
moms do.

"Yes mom, I shaved, just like you showed me!" I said, in my most exasperated teenage girl,

Maggie hugged me and giggled, "I just love it, when you call me mom!" She gave me a kiss
on the cheek.

"Let me show you what I brought for you to wear home, and then I'll help you get them on,
okay?" she tossed the bag onto the end of the bed and popped the suitcase open.

"Are you going to have enough time, before your shift?" I asked her concerned that she was
spending so much time with me that she might be late for work.

"Don't you worry, your pretty head, hon.. I took the week off, so I could help you settle in,
and to try and help you to figure out what happened, and who did this to you," she started
pulling clothes out of the suitcase and laying them out for me.

I picked up a pair of black lacy panties that looked like they were out of the 'Victoria's
Secret Catalog,' and slipped them up my legs and over the big woman's butt I seemed to
have acquired. (It feels even bigger than it looks, when it's your butt!) Seeing those sexy
panties up flat, against my crotch, made me shudder all over, that's a sight, no boy ever
expects to see, from this angle!

Maggie came up to me and grabbed my arm saying, "Steady girl, I realize that you are not
used to these kinds of sexy clothes, just try to enjoy all of the thrilling sensations, you are
going to feel," she said steadying me, and misunderstanding my reason for shuddering.

"Whew, I'm kind of getting wet, watching you in those. Damn girl, you look hot!" she told
me, with a genuinely admiring look on her face.

I blushed, but she had bolstered my confidence, so I put on the bra next, or that is to say, I
tried to put on the bra, next. I was so lucky, to have Maggie there to help me, I'm still a bit
clumsy at it and she had to show me how to adjust the straps so that it fit properly. (How
would I know how to adjust one, I never had anything to feed one with, before!) Once she
had the lacy, soft, garment, gently caressing my breasts, I couldn't help but notice, my
nipples were incredibly clenched, and poking out, quite obviously, through the lacy cups.

"Oh my, I do believe that you like your new bra!" she tittered, staring at my protuberances.

I blushed, but still couldn't keep myself from cupping my boobs, with my little hands, and
then moaning quietly, "Mmmmm."

Smiling broadly, Maggie walked up to me and cupped my breasts as well, and then gave
my nipples a little tweak.

"Oh God!" my knees started to give out, and Maggie had to catch me.

"Shhh, you'll have half of the nursing staff in here like that! I think you are going to like
being a girl, whether you think so right now, or not," she grinned and steadied me.

"Thanks for catching me, and you can do that again, any time!" I was still trying to catch
my breath. "But if you do, I just hope you brought more than one pair of panties! Shit, I'm
wearing panties, and talking about them, and referring to me as the one wearing them, it's
just so weird! But they feel so silky and sexy, Ooh!" I was smoothing my hands on them,
across my flat little tummy, still so very confused.

"Well, on that erotically enticing notion, let's move on to your pantyhose now, before the
other nurses have to come in here, and hose us both down!" she had taken a hankie from
her purse and was dabbing at her 'glowing' face with it lightly.

"Okay now, see you have to roll them up like this..." she went on like that, until I was fully
dressed, wearing a mid-calf, plain looking, black skirt (Inherently sexy!), and a pastel pink,
lacy silk blouse, and walking around on, one inch high, black pumps. It was a very new
and sensually arousing experience for me that I just loved!

She allowed me, to do my own makeup. We had been practicing all week, and she told me
I did a really good job, and only needed minor help, from her.

"The doctor should be in to give you, your final exam any..." she started to say, while she
was inspecting her handy work. Namely me.

"Ready to go home, Diane?" Dr. Burnheart asked, as she swept into the room, like she
usually did. "Wow! Look at you! With that Strawberry Blonde hair, and the knock out
figure, topped off, by the waif looking face... I guess maybe we should send you home, with
a bodyguard!" she was holding one of her hands against her upper chest, her eyes bugging
out, ogling me.

"Dr. Burnheart, that is not, a very professional attitude!" Maggie admonished moving closer
toward me, protectively.

"I know... but... she is so beautiful! A real hottie! Every man in the hospital who sees her,
will either trip over his own tongue or drown in his own saliva!" the Doctor exclaimed
breathlessly. "I better notify the emergency room to expect casualties!"

I started crying. The last thing I felt like being was beautiful!

"Examination, over! Doctor! Diane is checking out, now!" Maggie grabbed my hand, and
the suitcase, and stormed out of the hospital room and the hospital.

Dr. Burnheart at our heals, apologizing the whole way to Maggie's car, where Maggie,
stuffed me into the passenger seat, and drove off, with Dr. Burnheart standing at the curb.

"I don't think she meant to be distasteful dear, but when she gets like that, everything from
there, is a downhill spiral," Maggie confided as she carefully guided her car along the
roads. "I'll see to the checkout paperwork later!"

"Do I really look like a waif?" I asked, with my lower lip and chin trembling.

"Honey, you have so damn much waif that you could melt Scrooge's heart!" she told me,
squeezing my knee with her right hand, "And if you don't stop that chin tremble," she
scolded, shaking her finger at me, not taking her eyes from the road, "I'm going to have to
stop this car, and hold you, and rock you, until you do, stop!"

I had to stop and giggle, "I can see I'm going to need lots of tissues, for quite a while."

"Okay then, sit back, relax, and we should be at your place, in five minutes," she promised.
"I hate to say this, but your place is so much nicer than mine, I'm tempted to ask you, to
stay over for the week, so I won't have to spend the time driving to and fro, and can
maximize our time, getting you up to speed, woman wise, that is," she admitted, with just
the hint of a sly smile, at the corner of her mouth.

"Would you? Please? I'm kind of afraid to be there alone, just yet," I asked her, feeling so
tiny, feminine, and vulnerable, sitting in her car, wearing panties, a bra, a full slip,
pantyhose, skirt and a silk blouse, not one damn thing I was wearing, could even be
confused as masculine!

"It's settled then! Now, it's confession time! I already kind of, planned on this, so I have a
suitcase in the trunk, with a weeks worth of clothes in it, already," she smiled at me

She turned off the road and entered a private garage, taking a code key from my purse,
(Damn, that feels so unnatural to say, even now) to open the security barrier.

After parking in a spot, labeled 'Toyavich,' right next to the elevator, she grabbed our bags,
(I tried to take mine, but she told me she didn't want me to open any incisions) and we
entered the elevator.

She pressed the 'Penthouse' button, and slipped the code key, into a slot, which closed the
door, and brought us, up to the penthouse!

"I live in the penthouse?" I asked wide-eyed.

"I told you that it was nice! Wait until you see it!" she was like a kid, on Christmas

The elevator opened right into the condo, no hallway, and no corridor. (There was, of
course, a video camera and a monitor, which allowed us to see who was in the elevator,
before letting it come up.) It opened into the living room, a huge, elaborately decorated
room, with sofas, love seat, recliners, coffee tables, and the works! The whole East wall of
the room was picture windows looking out over the lake and the building's docks. There
was a flat panel, high resolution TV, hung on the wall and a nice looking desktop
computer, sitting on a roll top desk, off to one side.

The kitchen was huge, with a butcher block in the middle, gas stove, built-in microwave,
professional conveyor style dishwasher, and copper pots and pans, hanging from the
overhead railing. There were, walk-in refrigerator, and freezers, built-in to the space, with
a full size walk-in pantry.

The bathroom had the conventional fixtures, as well as, a bidet, a Jacuzzi bathtub, and a
double shower stall. (It hadn't even occurred to me that there was no urinal!)

A deck ran the full length of the east side, with a hot tub at one end surrounded with a
glass gazebo that could be screened off. (Hot tubing in the buff, year round!)

There were three bedrooms and each, with a huge bed in the center, all of them with pink,
lacy coverings and full skirts, nightstands, dressers, a vanity, and a hope chest. Each
bedroom, has it's own attached, 3/4 bathroom. (Good thing the bathtub in the main bath
was big enough for three!)

"You say this is mine? How the hell, will I be able to make the payments?" I asked

"No dear, I told you, that you own it. The whole building, free and clear! The tenants, pay
rent, to you. That's how you make a living, as a landlord," she was shaking her head like
she could hardly believe it either.

The pink, princess phone, on the magazine stand, rang and we jumped.

"Hello?" I asked.

"How do you like your new home? You're such a sissy, that I bet you are about to cum in
your panties! (Insane giggling)," and the phone went dead.

"Ahhhhh... Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhhhhh...!" I screamed as I fell to the carpet, and had a
huge, gushing, twitching orgasm, right there, on the living room carpet!

"Diane! What happened? Did she make you orgasm again?" Maggie asked excitedly.

"Do you have a cigarette?" I asked her, even though I didn't smoke.

Maggie leaned down and hugged me tightly, "You don't smoke, silly! But that sure
answered my question. And judging by the wet spot on the carpet, you just had a hell of
an incredible, orgasm!"

"Oh God Maggie, she told me that I liked my new home so much that I was going to cum in
my panties, and I sure did!" I admitted. "It was the best thing I ever felt in my life!"

Maggie helped me to my feet and walked me into one of the bedrooms, (I assume it is the
master bedroom, because it is maybe, a foot or two larger, than the other two) and right
through it to the bathroom. Where she stripped me, took a washcloth to me quick, to clean
off the intense smell of pussy, and after placing me into the big pink bed, Maggie pulled a
Baby Doll, from the dresser and slipped it onto my, semi-limp body and tucked me in, "You
lay there and recover, I'm going to go and star 69 the phone to see if I can get the number,
of the person, who just 'rang you up', tee he, as the Brits would say! And sister, were you
ever, 'rang up'!" she left giggling.

Moments later she returned, "It didn't work! She must have a blocker."

"I hope she calls again. I like it! I like it a lot!" I admitted half dreamily.

"I would think that it should worry you? Some woman has the ability, to make you fall to
your knees orgasming, at any time. I'd be scared to death!" Maggie made my vulnerability
clear to me.

"Oh my God, that's right, I could be walking down the street and wham!" I shuddered, "I'm
a quivering puddle, of feminine pussy juice, completely vulnerable to anything!" my eyes
were wide and I was holding my tiny hand, over my mouth.

"If she can make you have an orgasm, what else might she be able to do?" Maggie
suggested. "Remember, we found those devices, all over your body."

"What can I do? I don't know why this is happening to me, or how," I was tearing up again
after Maggie scared the holy shit out of me, damn hormones!

"I know hon.. Don't you fret, I'll be here 24/7, at least for a while, maybe I can protect you
from what she's doing to you," Maggie held me tenderly and confidently reassured me.

The phone rang again, and Maggie answered it this time, "Hello?"

"Well, if it isn't Howard's protector! I have news for you lady, who will protect him, from
you? He should be starting to puddle, any second, and the pheromone level in that room,
will go off the charts! Enjoy your lesbian interlude! Ha, ha, ha!" and the voice rang off.

Howar... Um... Diane, that was, you know, her. Do you feel strange or anything? She said
that..." 'Sniff, sniff,' "Does it feel warm in here to you, all of a sudden, Diane?"

"Maggie! Oh no...! She's making me wet the bed! I'm sitting in a warm puddle, and it's
getting bigger, and I can't squeeze it off!" I screeched, pulling the covers off, from on top of

Maggie was sniffing the air and fanning her face with her hand, trying to cool off her
flushed face, "Slip your panties off, and let me have a look," she unbuttoned the top
buttons, on her blouse and was stroking, flushed, and moist, with perspiration cleavage,
gently and sensuously.

I slipped off the Baby Doll's panties, while I could still feel myself flowing heavily, the
puddle ever expanding, and handed the sopping wet things, to Maggie.

I couldn't believe it, when she took them, and started rubbing those wet, slimy things, all
over her pretty face, sniffing them and moaning all the while! She reached up and ripped
open her blouse, buttons popping off everywhere, and scooped her breasts out of her
brassiere, pinching her nipples, and moaning, while crawling on her knees up from the
bottom of the bed, toward my naked and defenseless, little, cunt juice spewing, body.

"Oh Diane, you have the most beautiful pussy..." she said, and then dove her face between
my legs, lapping up the syrupy fluids spewing forth from my cunt.

"Maggie! What the hell are you...? Ah, ooh, oh. Oh God, oh god!" my back arched so hard,
I thought my spine would snap, my head was flopping from side to side and my hands
where pounding on the bed. The more she licked my cunt, the more I orgasmed, over and

"Mmmph, ooh, mmm," Maggie said, as the room was filled with the sounds of slurping, and
shrieking. She started tearing all of her clothes off, and when it was freed, she stuffed
three fingers, from her hand, way into her own steaming pussy, and began working it

I came so hard that I lost consciousness, but when I came around the first time, Maggie
was still licking wildly at, my sopping wet cunt. I kept orgasming, and the more I
orgasmed, the more cunt juice spewed forth, the more pheromones were released, and the
crazier Maggie, went for my hot little honey hole!

I must have passed out again, for when I came to, Maggie was lying unconscious and slime
covered, between my legs, apparently fainted from orgasming, herself, a goofy grin, still
pasted on her pretty face. She also had a slightly distended looking tummy, which worried
me a bit, until I noticed that I was, thirstier than I have ever been before, in my whole life.

I put Maggie's tummy out of my mind and I urgently got out of bed and shakily went into
the bathroom. Where I sucked down, Dixie cup, after Dixie cup, of water. I glanced into
the mirror and notice that my new petit feminine body, looked a bit gaunt, after last night's
two-woman lesbian orgy.

God, I was hungry, too! I raided the kitchen, and scarfed down a box of cereal, four
waffles, and a breakfast burrito. I sat back in the kitchen chair, hands clasping my
distended stomach, finally sated.

When I had recovered some, I decided to fix some eggs and bacon for Maggie, and brought
them to her, in the bedroom, with juice, toast and coffee. I even placed a bud vase with an
artificial flower in it on the tray! And to this day I still have no idea why I thought to do

"Maggie? Wake up, its breakfast time!" I called to her, sitting the tray down on the Hope
chest, and crawling into bed with her, kissing her alabaster cheek.

"Breakfast?" she mumbled. "What happened? Where am I?"

"Yes, breakfast. We had lesbian sex. And you are lying in the middle of my cum-soaked
bed, and covered head to toe, in vaginal lubrication. Does that answer your questions?" I
asked nuzzling her neck playfully.

"Oh my GOD!" she was wide-awake, instantly. "I ate out another woman's cunt! I have
never done anything remotely like that, ever before, never even fantasized about it! Am I
gay now?"

"Actually, you sound kind of upset to me," I told her.

"I better go and have an MRI myself, to see if I have any of those implants, in me," Maggie
said, sounding very frightened. "I knew she could control you, but I never thought, that
she could control me too!"

"What did she say last night? I didn't hear, and when you hung up, I ah... was kind of
busy, and you were doing the breast stroke," I asked her, looking into her eyes, so she
knew that I was being playful.

She strained to remember, but was only able to recall the high points, "She said, 'if it isn't
Howard's protector,' and asked me who would protect you, from me. Then she said you
were going to puddle, and give off massive amounts, of pheromones."

"What are pheromones?" I asked.

"Sexual attractant scents, given off by the opposite sex to attract a mate, drive them into a
sexual frenzy," she replied, almost in a lecturer's fashion.

"If that is the case, I don't think you have to worry about implants, do you?" I reasoned.

"Answered my own question, didn't I? I guess those pheromones, left my head a little
fuzzy," she admitted. "I'm sorry, that I raped you. I really couldn't control myself!"

"Stop that! You didn't rape me, and I'm not sorry one bit! Remember, I'm still a man
inside here, so what we did, doesn't seem like homosexual sex, to me. Anyway, I liked it,
and I love you, so you can forget about it, or just cherish it, like I will," I told her, and
kissed her surprised looking mouth. "Now do you want breakfast, or would you just like to
cuddle, for awhile, instead?"

She reached over and hugged me tight, "Honey, I'm so confused, and you are still turning
me on, with that tight body, and smooth, hairless pussy! For some reason, I feel kind of
full right now, so I'm not very hungry, and I don't really know why. It looks beautiful
though and I thank you for making it."

"I saw your tummy this morning, and it took me a minute, but I remembered how much
pussy juice you were lapping up, and how dehydrated I was, this morning. Your stomach
is full of... my... juices, I'm afraid..." I confessed. "You will probably slosh, when you walk!"

"I remember now! You tasted so good, I just couldn't get enough!" she reached down
between my legs and penetrated my cunt with her finger, and brought it back up to her
mouth, licking it off, most seductively. "Mmmm! Maybe I do have latent, lesbian
tendencies? You're still delicious!"

"Whatever, thank you for being there for me. Do you want to get wet and slippery in the
shower, or the bathtub?"

"Shower! Then I think we are going to have to strip that bed, and throw the mattress
away!" she released me from our mutually slimy, and crusty embrace, and stood up,
pulling me to my feet.

We had a sudsy, slippery, quite fun filled, shower and then started stripping the bed, only
to discover that someone had thought ahead, and the mattress was covered with a
plasticized sheet.

I nearly had to use a hose on Maggie, when I saw her sniffing the sheets, and rubbing them
on her face.

When the bed was finally re-clothed, and Maggie was settled down, I asked, "What next?
Did you have any plans for the day?"

We were interrupted, by the phone ringing, we looked at each other, and Maggie finally
picked up, after the fourth ring, "Hello?"

"Afraid of what you might hear, if you answer the phone? You should know that if you
don't answer, what will happen is much worse, than if you do answer. But you did
answer, so no punishment this time. By the way, I just love little girls with big boobs,
don't you? No answer? No matter! Enjoy! Ha, ha, ha, ha," and she rang off.

"Diane, get your blouse and bra off, now!" Maggie ordered urgently, and then started to
help me.

It looked so strange, like someone blowing up water balloons, my boobs swelling, bigger
and bigger, until they finally stopped, at a 'DD' cup.

I just stared at them, with my mouth hanging open.

Maggie came up to me and asked, "Do they hurt? Are they sore, or painful?" as she
reached out and cupped them from below.

"Ooh, that feels so..." I moaned.

"Wow, they feel so real!" Maggie started to manipulate my nipples.

My knees gave way, and I fell to the carpet, moaning.

"My word girl, you must have the most sensitive boobs, in the world!" Maggie was down on
her knees, grinning at me. "I think that you are going to need a little bit bigger bra! Let's
see if we can find one in this place?"

"Do we have to? I'm so hungry, I could eat a water buffalo!" I whined while feeling like my
tummy was touching my spine.

"Oh my God! Those must be real! You stuffed yourself, just a couple of hours ago, your
body must have burned it all up, growing boobs!" she reasoned.

"So why is that so scary?" I asked puzzled.

"If it had been some kind of implant that was filled by a chemical reaction, then there
would be a maximum size, they could be made to grow, but if it causes your body, to
accelerate growth, she can make anything grow, as big as she wants, or continue to cause
you to orgasm time and again indefinitely, if the implants run on bio-energy, she could
torment you for life," Maggie looked scared, and was definitely scaring me!

After she had calmed me down, Maggie made a huge hoagie sandwich for me, and I wolfed
it down.

"Did you get Dr. Burnheart to see what she could come up with, maybe she can give us
some leads as to who might be able to do something, as sophisticated as this," I asked
around a mouthful. I was reaching for anything that might be a life ring, for me, in my
strange predicament.

"I'll call her and see if she has come up with anything. Would you mind if I invited her
over? She really is a nice person, at heart," Maggie asked hopefully.

"I'm not angry with her, and any friend of yours, is a friend of mine. Especially with you
here, to ride herd on her," I giggled, and then, yawned. "Excuse me! All of a sudden I'm so

"I can imagine! Why don't you go take a nap and I'll try to hunt you up a bra, and call the
doctor. Now scoot, and let Maggie take care of everything," she pushed me toward the

"Okay, (yawn) see you later," I stumbled into the bedroom and did a face plant, onto the
bed. Out before my head hit the pillows!


"I told you she was sweet. She looks like an angel sleeping there," then a whisper, "and her
pussy tastes incredible," I heard Maggie saying. I kept my eyes closed, because I didn't
want to embarrass her. "Did you bring it?"

"Yes," I heard another feminine voice answer, "come on I'll show you." And I heard the
bedroom door close.

I opened my eyes and noticed that Maggie had placed a glass of water on my nightstand,
which I took immediate advantage of.

When I sat up, my new large rack, jiggled about wildly, underneath the nightie, which I
didn't remember putting on. I guess when Maggie says she is going to take care of
everything she really means it!

I drained the water glass, and went into my bathroom, to pee. And yes that is way
different, too! Peeing from your butt, can you imagine?

After finishing, I stood in front of the mirror and lifted the nightie. There 'they' were! I
leaned forward and grasped the right one, bringing it closer to my face. It has a much
bigger nipple than before, and my areola is easily twice as big, and really puffy looking.

As I was inspecting it, I watched my nipple become more clenched, and the goose bumps
around it began standing up and looking whiter. It felt like my boob was swelling up, as I
held it.

I discovered, that not only, did my nipple itself feel good, but it made my cunt feel like
someone was whispering to my clit, so I experimentally stroked my nipple, gently.

"Ooh, that feels good," I moaned to myself.

'They're just so big!' I thought, 'but they feel so damn good! I think I like having big boobs.'
I squeezed both of them together, 'God that looks so hot! I'd have shot my wad, when I was
a man, just watching a babe with tits like these, playing like this... whew very hot!'

I reached my left hand down between my legs, sliding it down my smooth hairless tummy,
over my mons veneris and slipped my middle finger between my vulva's lips. My god I was
sopping wet! In fact I could feel my pussy juice start drooling down my legs.

'Holy shit, I'm just fondling my breasts! This keeps up, and I'll leave a trail like a slug,
everywhere I go!' I thought to myself, making a conscious effort to stop myself while I still

I grabbed a towel and dried off my hairless, slimy pussy, and damned if that didn't feel
strange too!

I jiggled my way back into the bedroom and slipped on a pink silk robe, with pink feathers
around the collar and cuffs. I paused, listening at the door, but didn't hear anything
except a low murmuring, so I opened the door and headed toward the kitchen.

"Ah, I see you're awake, beautiful. Would you like some dinner?" Maggie asked me, giving
me a big hug.

Damn, it feels weird having my big boobs, squeezed up against hers! Weird, but damn

"Hi Diane, I want to apologize again, for what I said. I honestly thought I was
complimenting you. I didn't stop to think, how it would affect you, in your circumstance. I
hope you will forgive me," Dr. Burnheart said, while Maggie hugged me.

"I know. I figured all of that out, after I had time to think it over. There's really nothing to
forgive, if anything, I should apologize to you, for being over sensitive, I'm sorry, it's just
really tough on a person, having their life, and their gender stolen. Can you forgive me?" I
asked her trying hard to make nice with her.

When Maggie released me, a much taller, Dr. Burnheart took her place, hugging me.

"I suppose, I should tell you, why I know Dr. Burnheart so well Diane, she's my little
sister!" Maggie informed me abruptly. "That is why I pulled some strings and got her
assigned to your case. Between the two of us we were able to protect you, at least a little
bit. Your first doctor was talking commitment, and psychoactive drugs, for Pete's sake! He
kept claiming you were a loon!"

I started, while I hugged the Doctor, she held me tighter, and reassured me saying, "It's
okay, she didn't mean to frighten you, I'm not the wicked witch of the west. But I think
Maggie, might be Glenda, the good fairy," Dr. Burnheart started giggling.

"I'll Glenda you, Betty! Just because she finished school to become a Doctor, she thinks
that she's better than I am," Maggie told me while she was rubbing my butt through the
robe, trying to get my engine started. It was working too!

"No, I don't big sister, if you hadn't supported me all those years, I never would have made
it. You know, I love you Mags. Come here, and let's make this a three way hug," she
suggested. "Wow, Diane you sure have grown, since I saw you last!"

"Should I keep calling you Dr. Burnheart?"

"Call me Betty, we're family now, sort of?" she kissed me on the cheek.

Maggie jumped in, "Betty brought a lovely, fuchsia '30' DD bra, with her for you!"

Betty held it up for me to see, "What do you think?"

"I think it looks kind of like, some kind of woman engineer's concept of an ICBM launching
device! No, I'm just kidding, it's beautiful and it appears that, now I need it, so very badly!"
I admitted, my eyes still trying to take in the necessary enormity, of the lacy thing.

"Hold it up to her and let's at least get an idea if it'll fit, and how it'll look on her," Maggie
told her anxiously, wanting to see those lovely boobs, covered in lace.

As Betty was holding it to me, and they were both staring hungrily, at how my jutting
jigglers will look, once properly supported, I inquired, "You weren't making fun of Maggie,
with the fairy comment, just because we had lesbian sex, were you?"

"Oh my God Mags, are you a lesbian?" Betty let go of both of us, backing away one step,
allowing my nightie to fall back into place, my new bra, still clutched in her hands.

"I don't know, maybe? Is it lesbian sex, when you do it with a woman, who was a man?"
she looked perplexed, "All I know is, it was soooo goooood!" and she slipped her hand
under the nightie and started caressing my soft derrière.

"Ewww that's disgusting! You mean you actually... with your tongue? In her... Ewww!"
Betty was looking totally grossed out, as she shuddered. "That's what you meant in the
bedroom, when you said that, 'her pussy tasted good'? I thought you were pulling my leg!"

"So, are you going to disown me, now?" Maggie asked with little, or no inflexion to intimate
she was joking.

"I'm so sorry Maggie, I thought she knew, I heard you tell her... I shouldn't have shot off
my mouth," I started to blubber hiding my face in my hands.

They both dove back into our group hug and comforted me.

"It's okay, Diane. It was just sister banter, I was just taken by surprise. We used to
discuss things like this, when we were little girls. What was it like Maggie? You know,
compared to sex with a man, I mean?" Betty was trying to get us all, sitting down at the
kitchen table, and making nice.

"You know how we used to think it would taste gross, and be so disgusting? Well, it isn't.
I mean she tastes really good, and the sensuous feeling of another woman in the throes of
passion! Her soft, sensitive body, responding to every touch, every caress, and the taste of
her, just drove me nuts! Maybe it's just Diane, or how Diane is to me. All I can say is,
maybe you should try it, and I warn you, if you hang around here, that nut ball woman
may call back, and trigger Diane's pheromones again, and I don't think you will have any
choice!" Maggie informed her.

Just as if on queue, the phone rang, everyone's face show how startled we were, as Maggie
answered, "Hello?"

"So, you must have liked it, or licked it, as it were. Do you think your sister, is ready for a
three way? Ha, ha, ha," and the voice hung up.

"Not again!" I screamed, as my pussy began to flood once more.

I could see Maggie, who was already sensitized, quickly become flushed, and start sniffing
the air, and the incredibly shocked look, appearing on Betty's face, as her nipples came to
full attention, attempting to explode the 'C' cup bra cradling them, from her petite chest,
and she started sniffing at the air just like Maggie!

My lower half wouldn't perform to the actions my brain was trying to send, so all I could
do, was sit there and gush! I became just an aphrodisiac pussy juice fountain!

"Do you smell that, Mags?" Betty asked, not seeming to notice that she was actually,
drooling! She had a little stream running halfway down her neck, and a wild feral look in
her eyes!

"Oh yes! Ambrosia! Come on, help me get her to the bedroom!" Maggie encouraged Betty,
picking me up with Betty's help, as though I were no heavier than a Barbie Doll, and
rushing me into the bedroom.

"If this keeps happening, I'm going to have to wear a diaper," I exclaimed, as my
fountainous gash, dribbled a line, from the kitchen, into the bedroom.

I couldn't believe it, when I saw Betty slip her hand into my robe, and grab a sample from
what was running down my leg, to put into her mouth, "Maggie, you didn't tell me, girls
tasted this good, the hell with men! I'm turning lesbian tonight!"

They plopped me onto the bed, and literally tore the robe, from my naked body. My lower
half was completely slick with my juices, when Maggie scooped up a handful and smeared
it all over my big boobs, "You clean that one off, this one's mine!"

They both latched on, and my cunt was immediately twitching and on fire, as I
involuntarily thrust my hips, into an imaginary lover.

"Please, I want to eat one of you, or both of you. I need a vagina to lick! Please, I have to, I
really do!" I begged.

Maggie stripped off all of Betty's clothes, and positioned her pussy, over my face, while she
continued to work my boob over. She never broke suction once!

Maggie, when my breast was spotlessly clean, then dove between my legs and started
happily slurping away!

I attacked Betty's womanhood, like a starving man, licking and sucking her clit, shoving
my tongue as far inside her love canal as it would go, using my nose on her throbbing,
knob, as a clitoral stimulator.

Maggie's ministrations were pushing me quickly over the edge, and I started screaming
with orgasmic pleasure, into Betty's delicious cunt, and she must have liked it, because
she came so very hard, gushing her warm inviting lubrication, all over my pretty little face.

"Oh, dear God! Oh my! I never... What did you...? Oh, my lord!" Betty panted, "Maggie,
swap places, I want a turn at her pussy, you just have to experience her wonderful

I was insane with sexual desire, and Maggie's shaved slit, was beckoning to me, to pleasure

All the while she was kneeling overtop of my face, twiddling her nipples, and moaning

Moaning softly? That I can cure! I licked, I nibbled, I swirled my tongue all around her
clit. I fucked her as hard as I could with my face and tongue, and then opened my mouth
as wide as I could, made a seal around her scrumptious cunt, and tried to suck all of her
insides out!

She didn't even make a sound! She simply fainted dead away, her unconscious body,
spewing pussy juice all over me, as she did a face plant into the pillows, her helpless body,
spasming and twitching.

"Maggie, are you all right?" I shouted, muffled by her body, still lying on top of my face.
"Betty... Oh, God, oh God, I'm cumming again! Ah, ah, ah, oh, aaahhh, oh my, oh baby!
Oh baby... ah, ah, oh, Betty, Betty stop, you have to check Maggie! She's stopped moving!
I hope she just fainted, I've never seen anyone go out, the way she did!"

"Mmmm, she'll be okay! Oh hell, I better check anyway!" she helped me move Maggie off of
me and lay her on her back. She held her cheek close to Maggie's mouth, "She's breathing
fine, sort of panting! Okay, where was I? Oh, yes!"

I felt her creative ministrations, back spreading my vulva, as she tongue danced around
and inside me.

"Oh, so that's how you want to be!" I snagged her bottom, and she willingly scooted over,
until her slit, met with my probing, wet, mouth muscle! God, I'm horny!

My own pheromones were making me crazy!

I heard Maggie moan, and the next thing I knew, she had pushed Betty's bottom off my
face, and was sticking her tongue down my throat!

When she came up for air she said, "God I love you girl! I've never orgasmed so hard that I
fainted before in my life! Thank You!"

"Hey, she was eating me quite happily, when you so rudely interrupted!" Betty complained,
but she immediately jammed her head back between my thighs.

"Oh, shit! I'm cumming again!" I screamed, as I watched Maggie attach herself, to Betty's
quivering cunt, while I continued to scream out my orgasmic pleasure.

"Oh, Maggie! Big sister, oh you sure know how to please a lady!" Betty mumbled out from
between my soaking thighs.

"Oh my lord, oh God Betty, it's not stopping! I'm still... Uhghn, ahhhh, ha, ha, Ooh!" I
screeched, spasming and twitching.

"Ugh, ahhhhhhh, oooooh!" Betty proclaimed, to my gushing gash, as Maggie sent her to

I was thrashing about uncontrollably, completely uncontainable.

I heard Maggie say, "I didn't mean to interrupt your meal!" as she replaced Betty's bottom,
which I instinctively clutched to, for dear life, latching on, driven by intuition only, like a
newborn on a nipple, unconscious of the way I was frantically working her pussy.

Betty must have thought it was like riding a bucking bronco, I was clamped onto her so
desperately, and still thrashing about wildly.

"Mind if I share?" Maggie asked Betty as she stuck her tongue into Betty's ear.

"Mm, Mm!" I could feel her response, more than hear it, as tightly affixed to my cunt, as
her mouth was. So I knew I could expect a second diner at my buffet!

I felt them spread my legs so wide, I thought I was a wishbone! Then Maggie started
pleasuring me with her tongue as well. The last thing I remember, she jammed her fingers,
one into my cunt, and one into my tight little ass and everything went black for me.


"Hey, ow! What's this sticking into my arm?" I complained.

"Betty! She's awake!" Maggie yelled.

I could feel her holding my other hand, and when I looked around, I realized this wasn't the
bedroom we were making love in.

Just then, Betty burst into the room, "Damn girl! You are seriously dangerous! After you
passed out, Maggie and I were still so frenzied we couldn't stop eating your sweet pussy!
Did you know that you, my sweet honey pot, can orgasm, even while unconscious? I didn't
think it was possible! But we were so out of our heads that we had you orgasming for over
half an hour, after you passed out! Oh damn, just talking about it, has my mouth
watering! Anyway, when we were finally able to tear our exhausted bodies away from your
delicious creased crotch, I realized that you were very severely dehydrated, and dashed to
my car, for my doctor bag, and put you on some Ringer's, to replace some of the fluid you
lost, and Maggie here, has been giving you sips of water, as often, as you would take it."

"Oh," I said, "Damn good thing, Diane's pussy palace, has it's own house Doctor, isn't it?" I
forced a small smile.

"Actually, while you were unconscious, I jetted back to the hospital, and now your
refrigerator is stocked with a few more, just in case!" Betty assured me. "We have to keep
your strength up, wouldn't want you to die during sex! You wouldn't know if you were
cumming or going!" she giggled and kissed me.

"I'm feeling pretty good now, actually. Um, did we ruin the bed, or were there rubber
sheets to protect it too?" I sheepishly asked.

"Shit, we were so covered in cum, we squished every time we moved. We had to use a
'Hefty Garden Sack', just to get the sheets to the bathtub, so that we could wring them out
enough, to put in the laundry! I'd like to think that, a lot of that pussy juice was mine and
Maggie's, but it just ain't so, girl. You gush like a tidal wave, when you're orgasming,
honey!" she started fanning her face with her hand.

"Just thinking about it, is making me hornier, than a thirty five year old nymphomaniac,
locked in a cell full of men, with an endless supply of ******! God, that turns me on!"
Betty was talking fast, as she removed the tube attached to the IV in my arm.

"I'm glad you like it. I don't know what I would do, without you and Maggie! When I think
of what all of this would be like, without friends like you two..." I started balling and
sniffling again.

They both jumped up and held me.

"Shhh, it's all right sweetheart! We're your friends, and we promise we'll stick by you, not
matter what that crazy broad, tries to do to you!" Maggie promised.

"I was so scared when you fainted! I thought I hurt you," I sniffled against her bosom.

"Darling, you can do that to me, anytime you want! I've been with men, and I've
masturbated many times, but I have never felt like more of a complete woman, than I did
yesterday! So please don't be sorry, it was the greatest ecstasy I have experienced in my
whole life, dear one," she smiled and kissed me on the mouth, quite passionately too.

"Me too, Princess! I moved out of my ex-boyfriend's apartment yesterday, and broke it off
with him, he's not one quarter of the lover, you are!" Betty hugged me tightly.

"I never thought anybody, would ever call me, 'Princess.' But at least, you told me I'm a
better lover than the man, you had been living with!" I said, giving her a chin quiver and a
pouty lip.

"Shit! Damn, damn, damn! I keep forgetting that, you're a man in there! But god girl, you
are the most feminine creature, I've ever loved!" Betty had jumped up, and was pacing back
and forth, slapping her forehead, as if to straiten out her brain.

I let go of Maggie and stood up into Betty's path, grabbing her much bigger arms with my
tiny hands, and looked up into her pretty Hazel eyes, "Did... (Gulp) did you say... say, you
love me?"

She clutched me close, picking me up, so that my little legs could straddle her womanly
hips, and she could look me in the eyes, face to face, "Yes, little one, I've only known you a
short while, but I do love you, the person in front of me. I didn't know Howard, and if it's
him in there, I'm sorry that I can't think of you, as him, but I do love, the person I know as
Diane. Even with the troubles you have, trying to be a girl. In fact I'm sure that's part of
why, I love you, I think," and then she kissed me desperately.

When she let me breathe again, I told her, "I love you too Betty, but is it okay with you, if I
love your sister, just as much?"

Maggie jumped up, and even though she wasn't quite as tall as Betty, she hugged both of
us hard, "Yah, I saw her first! But I don't mind sharing you, with my womb mate, Betty."

"Womb mate huh? I saw all of those filthy messages you carved on the wall, and left
behind for a young, impressionable, fetus to view," Betty giggled, chiding Maggie.

"Yes, I thought the 'Bart was here,' was especially witty!" Maggie laughed, "Probably scared
the penis, right off of you!"

Betty pulled Maggie close, and kissed her on the mouth, "Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty
to me Maggie, I'm puddling right now! I think, I'm going to have to, buy stock in Maxi
Pads, if you two lovelies don't quit igniting, my pilot light. God, listen to me! I must have
been a latent lesbian, my whole life! The thoughts of a lovely soft breast, and a big, tightly
clenched nipple, or a lovely, shaved smooth, girl's vulva, turns me on, more than any, ten
inch cock, ever did!"

Maggie countered with, "When did you ever, have a ten inch cock?"

Before Betty could reply, I answered, "I used to have, a ten inch cock."

"Oh, no shit! My word, maybe I would have loved you, even when you were Howard, with a
cock like that!" Betty told me.

I giggled.

It only occurred to me right then, "Can either of you tell me, why I giggle so much now? I
wouldn't even think of giggling, as a man. Now, I can't help it, it sort of just burbles up
from somewhere!"

"Damn, I sort of wish, we could prove you were a man, now! I could do a research project
on that one thing alone, that would make me world famous!" Betty declared.

Of course, you guessed it she made me, giggle again!

"I wouldn't let her do that to you, precious! You would end up, living out your life, in a
glass bottle full of formaldehyde. It would be best, if we inquire about this very quietly,
unless we are certain that it won't get out, that somehow, someone, was able to make a
fully functional man, Howard Samuels, into this sweet, loving, fully functional lady, Diane.
We might just put her into, an untenable position, unable to have any semblance of a
normal life, even if that life is one spent, having to remain a girl, don't you think?" Maggie
reasoned, always thinking ahead and doing what was best for us.

"A week ago, I would have rather died, than have to live out my life, as a girl, but since I
have two of the best lovers in the world, I think it wouldn't be so bad, now," I admitted,
nuzzling them.

"Isn't she starting to get heavy, Betty? I realize you are a big, strong woman, all five foot
nine inches, of you, but as I recall, you still shop the petite sizes," Maggie said, still
hugging us, but having to look up, to do it.

"You might be right shrimp, she is just starting to get heavy, so why don't you get your five
foot, five inch tall body, and petite butt, around behind Diane, and help her get down?"
Betty rubbed the head of her cute, but shorter, sister.

"Careful, little sister," Maggie said, as she slid her hand into Betty's panties, and began to
play, "I still know ways to handle you, I may be shorter, but I make up for it, in

"Ooh, don't! She's slipp..." Betty complained, as she lost her grip on me.

Of course, Maggie expected just that to happen, and caught me easily.

The phone rang.

"Shoot! That darned thing, has not rang once, since you lost consciousness! Hello?" Betty

"I just love a woman, who can admit she's a lesbian! Do you like girls, with nice wide hips?
The kind of girl that you can see daylight easily between their slim, soft, thighs, even when
she has her knees tightly together? I sure hope so!" and again the line went dead.

"Shit! Get her on the bed!" Betty commanded Maggie.

"Mags, go get my bag, and bring in those calcium supplements I have, packed in the box
marked, medicine cabinet, in the living room, stat!" Betty reverted to Doctor mode, while I
still didn't have any idea what in hell was happening!

Maggie disappeared out the door in a flash!

"Sweetie, I hope this isn't going to hurt you, but if it does, tell me right away! That's why I
sent Mags to get my Doctor bag. The voice on the phone said that, your hips are going to
widen, I have no idea how she plans on doing that, but so far, she has been able to do
everything, that she has told us, so you lay there and relax. I'm going to hook up your IV
again," she told me as she busied herself with the task.

"Oooh!" I exclaimed. "Ouch...! Ouchie ouch!"

"What is it hon.?" Betty inquired as she inserted the tube.

"I'm feeling a... stabbing pain, like you can get from your butt, when you hold it too long?
Only this is coming, OOOH WEE, from underneath my mons veneris! WOO HOO! That
smarts!" I told her.

She pulled up my nightie, slipped off my panties, and placed her warm hand, on my mons.

"Shit! I can feel the bones growing wider! MAGGIE, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, WITH
MY BAG!" Betty screamed.

Maggie popped in on the run, dropped the bag saying, "Getting calcium, be right back!"

"Okay, I've got this now," Betty pulled a syringe from the bag, a little bottle with liquid in it,
and then shoved the needle in, drawing the fluid down into the syringe.

"Oh, WHOA... OUCHIE OUCH!" I continued my dissertation, on pain.

"Coming, sweetheart! Okay, this is morphine, you will be out of pain in just two shakes!"
and she jabbed it into a little plastic thing, hooked to my IV line, pushing the plunger in,

Quite suddenly, I felt, kind of floaty... Just, damn good! Pain? What's that?

So I said, "You ever just, like to feel you nose? It's kind of oily sometimes, but it's firm and
warm and kind of silky feeling, you know? Hey, you're one, dynamite looking chick! If I
told you, you have a beautiful body, would you hold it against me? You know this is a
really nice condo! Hey, why don't you and I move in, and make mad, passionate love, huh?
Hey, you know, I had this really soft, fuzzy bunny rabbit, when I was little, but I had to give
her away, she kept leaving Raisinettes on the living room carpet! Wow! You look as soft,
as she was! Will you be my bunny?" I was babbling about everything that oozed across my
fuzzy little brain!

Betty started crying big alligator tears, while she hugged me and said, "Sure, I'd like
nothing better, than to be your bunny! Especially, if you, will be mine!"

"Ish a deal! Okay, let's seal the deal! Leshs bunny kiss!" I blathered.

"God your sweet! I haven't done this, since I was in grade school!" she leaned over and
stuck her nose to mine and we twitched our noses together.

"Oh gay, bunnies together, forever! OH Wow! Look at the hips, on that broad! Woo hoo! I
like wide hips! Hey bunny, you think we can get her, to go out with us?" boy I was shit

"I can guarantee it! Why don't you close your eyes, and take a really sweet nap, filled with
beautiful dreams, and I'll stay right here, and guard the broad with the nice hips, till you
wake up, okay?" Betty was stroking my hair and kissed my cheek, good night...


"This is getting to be a habit with you!" Maggie accused, "now open wide, and eat your

"Maggie, I can feed myself," I protested!

"Sweetheart, you are so weak from your hips widening, you can hardly lift your arms, so sit
back and enjoy being pampered, that's an order! And you know I can get that in writing
from your Doctor, don't you!" Maggie was grinning ear to ear.

"Okay, okay, just stop it, with the airplane noises, it's my mouth, not a hanger!" I told her

"Boy, you're no fun," she said spooning another mouthful, into me.

"Yah, and not a boy anymore, either! So nya!" as soon as the nya, and my tongue came
out, she poked in another spoonful.

"Gotcha! I don't know what you said, while I was getting your calcium last night, but Betty
was all teared up when I got back. She kept saying you were her sweet bunny, or
something like that?" she had a really puzzled look on her face.

"Ho boy! I know what it was, but I was babbling and stoned out of my gourd!" I protested.

"So? Give, all ready!" she ordered.

I related the bunny kiss stuff, at least all that I could recall, from my fuzzy memory.

"Are you sure you were a man?" Maggie asked all of a sudden, leaving me with my mouth
open, expecting the spoon to go in, but with her putting it down, waiting for an answer.

"What kind of question is that? You know very well, I was! You saw the missing person's
report, my old apartment, and I gave you scads of other stuff that you checked out. Yes,
I'm a man!" I'd had to say it, so many times, it was easy, to piss me off, about it now.

"Okay, all ready!" she shoved the spoon in for me, "it was just so sweet a thing to say, and
do. I wouldn't expect it from a man!"

That pissed me off, "Men can be sweet too! They aren't very often, because it's hard for
them with all of that testosterone, coursing through their veins. Don't believe me? Go and
talk with one of those body builder girls, the one's shooting up all of the steroids? How
many of them, do you think you will find, that you could call sweet? Women are always
talking about, their hormones, and what it makes them do. I have those same hormones
now too, and yes, they can really affect you. Men don't have all of the different flavors, but
a hell of a lot of the one! Testosterone, can affect you plenty! Big muscles, hairy body,
baldness, aggressiveness, rage, lashing out physically. I've often thought that it might be
good, for some women, to see the other side of the coin, like I have had to see theirs. Think
about it, men have to live in a hard, tough, unemotional world, and if they don't? He's a
sissy, or if he likes soft, pretty things? Ooh, shudder to think how that guy is treated!
Ooh, you must be the new hairdresser, Phillie, haw, haw, haw!"

"Damn! I'm sorry I didn't mean to get on a soapbox! It must be all of this ********! Can I
get a hug?" I asked sweetly, quivering my lower lip.

"Sure sweetheart," and she hugged me right away.

While she held me, I made sure I kept a good grip on her and said quietly, right near her
ear, "Even though I did really need this, what would you have thought of me, had I been a
man, and did this exact same thing, four or five times a week, every week? Don't answer
that, you don't have to, we both know. Even if you say it wouldn't matter, or not, you
wouldn't even think about bedding a guy like that, but if you did, you know yourself, how
rare a person, you would be."

"Were you that kind of man, sweetheart?" she asked tentatively, relaxing her grip on me.

"No, I wasn't. My best friend in high school was, though. And no, we weren't lovers, I was
like a big brother to him," I admitted.

"Can we call him, and tell him that you are all right, so he won't worry?" she asked, almost
whispering in my ear.

"Not unless you have a line to God. He was beaten to death, when I was a junior," I
clutched her harder.

"I'm sorry hon.. I can see why you feel so strongly about it," she stroked my hair, and did
all of the soft and gentle things, that a girl could expect, and given the situation, I was now,
very much in need of.

"That's only half of it," I said, barely above a whisper, swallowing hard, "his sister has
always blamed me, for not being with him that day, to protect him. I always had been
before, and I would have again, but that day I cut school, with my girl friend," I started
sobbing, "I should have been there!"

She rocked me, back and forth, until I clamed down.

Diane, you can't blame yourself, and that guy's sister is nuts, if she blames you. How can
you be responsible, for another person? Maybe she, should have tried, to save him
herself?" she suggested.

"She couldn't, she skipped school that day, with her boyfriend..."

"Oh God! So she blames you, for not being there, and for her not being there too, doesn't
she?" Maggie deduced.

I only nodded.

"Well, whatever she says, or thinks, it's not your fault! You didn't beat him to death, and
you didn't make anybody else, beat him to death. You did have a right, to your own life!
And so did she. Young people do the kinds of things that you two did, every day, there's
nothing totally wrong, with it," Maggie assured me, though I had heard that same thing,
many times before. (*Skipping school is wrong, but usually harmless.)

"Thanks Maggie, I'm glad that I can be a soft sissy, at least at this moment in time, with
you," I pulled back and kissed her passionately on the lips.

"Feeling better now? Sometimes its good to let out that kind of pain and share your
burden with a friend. I don't think that you let yourself grieve for the loss of your friend
before, and I'm glad you can show it now. I think you will be a happier person, when this
is all over. Being a girl, might be one of the best things that ever happened to you!" she let
me go and with her hands on my shoulders, looked into my eyes. Then she grabbed a
tissue and told me, "Now, dry those eyes before they get any puffier, and blow your nose.
When I get back, I'm going to dress you up, in really sissy clothes, and we can both just be
pretty girls together today!"

"You finish your milk young lady, and I might even let you watch cartoons!" Maggie got up,
and took the dirty dishes to the kitchen.

"Hi there, bunny!" Betty loudly announced her entrance and hugged me. "You know what?
You my dear, are the sweetest thing I've ever met, especially when you are stoned to the
gills!" she kissed me on the lips, "And you will never believe, what I got for you!"

"Is if a full pardon, warden?" I asked, with a cowboy, uh... cowgirl accent.

"Nope! Better!" she took a pink, paper wrapped, package with little white rabbits all over it,
from behind her back, "I know you had a deprived childhood, having to grow up an icky
boy and all, so I don't' think you would have been given one, at least not after you were five
years old, I hope you like it!"

"What's it for? It's not my birthday, or anything," I asked.

"Well, you made me feel so loved when you were stoned, I just had to get it for you! So
clam up, and accept it, in the spirit in which, it is given, sweetie!" and she kissed me again.

Just as I was about to open it, Maggie walked in telling me, "Hold it!" She walked over to
Betty and they exchanged whispers rapidly, then she said, "Okay, I just had to have a
rapid sister exchange, girl stuff you know! Go ahead, see what it is!"

That kind of unnerved me for a second, but I shook it off, and opened the gift. There inside
the box, was a beautifully made, soft, fuzzy stuffed bunny, for me!

I started crying happy tears, and hugged Betty, "Thank you, so much! I love it!" I held it
up to my soft, feminine cheek and tickled my skin with my new bunny, still balling, and
oh, so happy!

"Can we feel too?" Maggie asked, in little girlish tones, and giggling.

"Oh God, I think this girly body of mine, has taken over my psyche! This kind of stuff
would have made me really uncomfortable when I as a guy, now I just seem to love it!
Betty, you better hurry with that paper, I don't think I'll be able to help, much longer!" I
admitted, as those two goofs pushed me down on the bed, and started tickling me.

And damn if it isn't weird, tickling never used to do much for me, now the more I giggled,
the hotter I got! Is this, like a girl thing, or what?

"Stop! Are you two trying to get me to orgasm? Another five minutes of this, and there's
going to be a mess to clean up!" I warned them, though I was completely at their mercy.

"I've heard about girls like you, but you have to be the first one, I've ever tickled!" Maggie's
grinning face had a rather devilish look on it, like she was scheming, and the look that she
shared with Betty made me think there might be methods of communication, that sisters
share, that the newly transformed female might not be on the same wavelength with, but
she only said, "We wouldn't want to start anything that will cause a mess, especially not
until you regain your strength, our sexual athletics would be all too brief!" and licked her
lips hungrily, making me feel like a prime rib.

"I need to examine the results of your hips splaying, and see if we should run you back into
the hospital for X-Rays, or if I just need to take some blood to be sure you chemistry isn't
upset. Do you think that you can stand up on your own and take a few steps, or do you
want one of us to help?" I could tell the Doctor had returned, and was on the job, and
damned if she didn't even have a clipboard too!

"If you can remove this red headed growth that I seemed to have developed on my legs, I
think that I can," I reached over and grabbed her face and kissed her lips, before her look
of righteous indignation could completely coagulate on her face.

When she was freed she said, "I'll growth you!" and tweaked my nipple.

"Ooh baby, I need to insult you more often, if you're going treat my like that!" I cooed while
she bounced up off of the bed, "Here goes nothing!" I announced and slid my feet to the
floor. When I went to boost my butt off of the mattress, I noticed just how far my little
hands were apart, on the bed, "Fuck...!"

"Not now dear, maybe after we check you out. Why don't you hold up there and we can
remove your nightie, I want to watch the hipbones move in your pelvis," and she began
stripping me.

"Okay my lovely, you can stand now, although I wish I had a video camera right now. Do
you have any Idea, how much I could get for video of this, on the Internet?" she let out a
dirty laugh.

I sat there giving her the evil eye.

"Not as much, as it's worth, by keeping it all to ourselves! Betty I'm ashamed of you, with
the money you make pushing pills and lancing boils, we can afford to be extravagant!" and
then to me, "Diane, just ignore this woman of poor taste and go ahead, let's see you stand
up," she urge, slapping Betty on the ass!

So I boosted myself up, feet together, and stood there naked for their perusal, "Shit Maggie,
my knees won't even come together!"

Betty and Maggie, exchanged knowing looks, and then Betty picked up a short box of
Kleenex, from the nightstand, held it on its side, and slid it between my thighs, and I
couldn't keep it from slipping through!

"She looks to be about four inches across the vulva, but the added spread has given her a
luscious concaved abdomen, and her hard butt cheeks spread out at about a forty-five
degree angle! Don't be startled Diane, I'm going to touch you several places, tell me if
there's any pain or soreness," and she felt my mons, hips, between my thighs, and then
grasped my firm butt with both hands!

"Oh god, I've been wanting to feel these so bad! Ooh Maggie, this is one terrific butt! Come
over here and feel!" her face was flush, and she was rubbing her crotch up against me, dry
humping me.

Maggie slipped up behind me and took hold as well, but then slid her hands up my thighs,
briefly clasped them around my tiny waist, her fingers closer together than they ever
should be, considering the hips she had just slid them past, and then slowly moved on up
and cupped my 'DD's, "Yes, that is, an exceptional butt! Although I like these much better,
looks like we get to share, and we each get, what we like most, all to ourselves!"

"Hey you two, stop talking about me, like I'm a piece of meat! I'd rather you talk about me,
as if I'm a tasty cream puff! This is not fair you know. You made me get naked under false
pretenses! And you two are still completely dressed!" I protested, but not really very hard,
"Hey stop that, it tickles!" and then I really did start to squirm!

"She looks strong enough now, to me Betty, what's your professional opinion?" she
continued to tickle even harder.

"I'd prescribe, some serious tickling, followed by sex and orgasms!" she pushed me down
on the bed and started tickling me seriously.

I couldn't even fight back for some reason, I just lay there like a puppy, you know when
you scratch just the right place, their tongue starts licking at nothing, and they get that
blissful look, on their faces? That's me, when I'm tickled! (There's one good reason, nobody
gets my real address, from my story) I'm completely defenseless, and submissive, when
tickled, now that I'm a girl, and this is how I learned about it.

"Oh look Maggie, she's completely helpless! I just love a 'helpless maiden!' Hand me her
bunny, please?" Betty took my traitorous bunny, and used her to tickle my neck, and
damned if my hips didn't start thrusting toward, an invisible lover, with me moaning in
pre-orgasmic delight.

"God Betty, just watching her, has me ready to cum in my panties! I just love to see this
sweet girl in the throws of passion, don't you?" Maggie had stopped tickling, leaving that
job to Betty, and she started suckling my 'DD' boobs.

"Ooogle oof," I exclaimed incoherently, licking my lips, and spasming all over, completely
unable to move, in anyway, except involuntarily.

"Oh Supergirl? I've found your kryptonite! You are completely in my power! You are now,
Betty's bunny slave!" she giggled wildly at her own joke.

"Oh take me! Take me, please! Ohhh, Uhhh, oh yes!" I screamed, as I had a massive,
gushing orgasm, my eyeballs rolled up into the top of my head, muscles locked arching my
back, and vaginal muscles clutching at, a nonexistent penis.

The two of them stopped their torture finally, and found the whole situation, insanely

They do deserve some credit though, they kissed, and cuddled, and nuzzled me, for at least
a half an hour, and didn't complain one bit, about having to change the sheets, all of the
bedding, my nightie, my panties, and all of their clothes too!

Betty dressed me, in a really pretty, lacy, baby doll nightie, and even hushed up Maggie,
when she was worried how I might take it, after our earlier intense conversation.

My prison guards still wouldn't let me out of bed, and kept pumping fluids, and electrolytes
into me. They even put on nighties themselves, and told me we were having a pajama
party! Lousy screws! (They smell nice though! Great kissers too!)

Maggie made me a delicious fruit salad, with lots of bananas, (She said I needed the
potassium.) and a platter of different kinds of cheeses, topped off with a big glass, of whole

I began to feel almost human, once again, when the phone rang!

"Maggie here!" was the first thing said.

"Oh, I'm shocked to know your name, Maggie Mae Burnheart, RN. The nurse, with the big
boob fetish! (Mad Giggling)," and she was gone again.

"Uh Betty...? My baby doll is filling up pretty rapidly! I bet I know, pretty much, what she
told you Mags!" I said, as my eyes looked to be the size of silver dollars, gaping at my porn
star sized, enlarging boobs!

They finally quit, when they held the top of the baby doll so far out, the hem barely fell over
my giant nipples!

I fainted again! Hell who wouldn't! I'm going to need a wide-angle lens mirror to look at
my boobs!


Once again, I was in bed, with Maggie holding vigil, only this time I couldn't see my toes!

"Maggie? Where did you put my feet?" damn I'm funny, when I first wake up!

She's funny too! She tickled one of them, and my body locked up, into submissive mode,
"Is this them? You really should keep better track of your body parts, especially the ones
you can't see!"

When she stopped, after only five or six seconds, but by then I was panting like a bitch in
heat, "Oh baby, you sure know how to wake, a budding, lesbian bimbo up!"

"Oh, and when did you become a bimbo, my sweet?" she teasingly inquired.

"How long have I been unconscious?" I asked.

"Three hours this time," she answered.

"About three hours ago!" I answered back, seriously.

"You, my dear, sweet, confused, and lovable, darling girl, are not a bimbo!" she
admonished. "How do you define a 'bimbo'?"

"It's not so much a definition, as a look. With these udders, it will be nearly impossible, to
achieve any look, but bimbo!" I bemoaned my situation, and new undeniable assets.

"Nearly impossible, is not, impossible! Betty and I know, quite a few large busted women,
who are not bimbos, and they will be able to help us pick out a wardrobe for you, which
will not scream, 'bimbo,' to anyone, so relax and enjoy the knowledge that you have a body
that would have given you such a tremendous woody, that is before your forest burned
down! Anyway, call me perverse, but I happen to really like them, I think they look
incredible, in fact it took nearly all of my will power, not to ravish you, while you were
unconscious!" Maggie admitted solemnly, holding my hand, and staring deeply into my
eyes, so I knew that every word was, the truth.

"So, can I?" Maggie begged, with intense girlish excitement.

"Can you, what?" I teased, wide-eyed and as innocent looking, as I could muster.

"You weren't listening, were you?" she accused, her lower lip jutting out far enough, that I
could have sat on it.

"Yes I was, okay... you may ravish me to your hearts content lover, but you will have to
change the sheets!" I warned her, and then lay there prone, positioned in my best
submissive, 'go ahead and fuck me if you must,' pose.

"Done, and done!" then, "Come here, my pretties!" she said, in her best, wicked witch
impersonation, not even looking toward my face, I think she was talking directly to my
boobs! Just like each of my girls were self-aware, and just attached to me, by coincidence.

"Oh Dudley, save me!" I squealed, in a voice high pitched enough, to shatter crystal!

"Don't fret Nell! Dudley, to the rescue!" it was Betty, who had apparently been
eavesdropping outside of the bedroom door.

"You look, just as bad as Snidely here, are you sure you're here, to rescue me?" I inquired,
suspiciously, with one hand on each of my own cheeks.

"I most certainly am, ma'am!" she replied, her hand up in a scout salute, causing a very
sexy jiggle of her 'C' cups.

"Then get the hell out, and leave me and Snidely here, to get down to some serious sex,
unless of course, you plan to join in! Sometimes a girl doesn't want to be rescued!" I
giggled my fool head off!

"Oh, Natasha! I loave it, ven you talk like dat!" Betty quickly changed cartoons, and sides!
Then she jumped into the bed with me, causing a boob quake that would have, caused
little boys to ejaculate, like fuel injectors in a dragster, if they had seen it!

"I was promised first dibs, sister dear! So back off them boobs, before I scratch your eyes
out! You can play in a minute! I've been patiently here waiting, nearly drowning in a pool
of my own saliva!" Maggie warned, as she, oh so slowly and gently, pealed my over-strained
baby doll top, back up and off of my erect, engorged nipples, and then in actual fact,
drooled onto my nipple! She smeared it around with her continuously dripping saliva
covered tongue, and then gently blew on it!

It felt like a mousetrap sprung closed, my nipples clenched so fast and so hard! Then I felt
her hands stroking the sides, of my mountains, reverently, almost as if, they were too good,
to be true! A look I had seen only one time before in my life, crossed her face. I had seen
that very expression, on the face of a one-year-old girl, who had been plopped down in
front of a whole cake, just for her, and was left to enjoy her self! Some of the cake even
went inside her mouth, too!

She lost all control and screamed, as she plunged her face deeply into my, unbelievable

My boobs were so huge, that they almost closed back together, behind the red hair
crowning her buried head, leaving no trace that she was drowning, in tits!

I saw her overjoyed face peek up from my cleavage, and she said, "Oh God! You can take
me now! I have been to the mountaintop, and I have seen the light! Say amen, sisters!"
giggled, and disappeared again.

I have to say, I was very turned on, but she was so funny, that I laughed so hard I had
tears streaming down my cheeks!

Every once in a while, her face would poke out with the look of someone, who had truly
found heaven! Even Betty was rolling around on the floor, laughing at her, oh so happy
booby diving sister!

Finally Betty was able to breathe well enough, when Maggie's face popped up one time,
that she was able to ask, "Can I play now?"

"Oh sure, plenty of room for everybody in here! Come on in, the boobies are fine!" she
reached her arms through with her head, snagged Betty's face and dragged her into my

"Mmphf, mmphff mph!" the struggling Betty, declared!

Of course for Betty to be pulled in through the top, this left one of her best assets,
vulnerable and ripe for the taking! I pantsed her, which hobbled her feet, so that when she
fell over, her pussy was mine! He, he, he!

Betty was forced up toward the peaks of my mountains, screaming in ecstasy, toying with
my mammaries and generally thrashing about, as she was driven into orgasmic bliss, by
my talented mouth muscle!

I felt, no ah... I think I felt Maggie, slipping her fingers, inside my drooling wet cunt, and
some other fingers, perhaps Betty's, began to deftly manipulate my clit, bringing forth a
fountainous gush, of vaginal lubrication!

All of us screaming and writhing in a sea of pussy juice and tits!

When things finally calmed down, Maggie was nuzzling at my ear, whispering, "I've never
had this much sex at one time, in my life! And never, in my wildest dreams, would I ever
believe, it could be this good! I can't help myself. You've made me, your love slave! I can't
even think of a life, without you in it! I love you so much!"

Then I heard the doorbell, and panicked! 'How do I answer the door, covered in cum?' I

Betty bobbed up, slipped on a robe, and allowed the elevator, to open the door!

The delivery boy, left with a two-dollar tip, and a woody that he would have to beat down,
with a ball peen hammer!

Betty brought the package into the bedroom with us, "It's addressed to all of us!"

"Well, open it!" Maggie and I told her, in chorus.

"Okay, all ready! You two don't have to get bitchy about it! I just wanted to be fair about
who gets to open it, sheeze!" she explained plopping back down on the bed with us.

"After the boner you sent that poor delivery boy away with, you earned it!" I giggled, having
been on the other side, of that kind of situation. "In fact Betty, he should have paid you,
the two dollars!"

Maggie joined me giggling, at the poor boys fate!

"He was kind of cute, maybe I should offer the two of you up, to alleviate his discomfiture?"
she threatened.

"I'd put money on the fact that it's already, too late! I hope he followed his mother's advice
and had a spare pair of clean panties, in his purse! Oh damn, I guess mothers, don't tell
their sons that, do they?" Maggie asked me.

"Nope, fathers just tell their sons to suffer, it's good for the soul!" I straightened out her
misconception, by confusing her with the truth. It worked in my favor too!

"Oh my poor darling, well momma Betty and momma Maggie, are here to compensate for
your lost girlhood, we're going to pamper you so much, you'll think you're a princess that
had been a frog, but was released, by the kiss, of two wicked sisters!" Maggie made up
quite a cute little fairy tale, for me.

"Not long ago, I might have shot myself, at the mere prospect of a thing like that, but now I
think I would really like it," I kissed them both! "Haven't you gotten that box open yet?"

'I sure did, but it's really puzzling, there's nothing in it, but a remote control, and a note!
Why don't you read it Mags," Betty offered.

Betty narrated:

To Diane Toyavich, and the Burnheart sisters;

By the time you read this note, I will be dead. I will have accomplished my revenge on
Howard Samuels, the womanizing coward that allowed my sensitive, and loving, sweet
brother to be unprotected, resulting in his being beaten, to death. So I will end my
tortured existence, with the knowledge of what I have done to you, and with a cyanide

My corpse can be found two floors down, condo number 666. I wouldn't want to stink up
the place, as much as your presence already does!

I hope you enjoy the life I have trapped you into, leaving you a tiny, weak, lesbian, giant
tittied, bimbo nymphomaniac.

Every time you leave that condo, you will be at risk from, homophobes, lechers, dykes,
perverts, serial killer, aids and a whole assortment of venereal diseases, pimps who will
want to make you part of their stable, men who want to exploit your over endowed body, or
men who want to fuck you, in a multitude of ways, you would have nightmares

Of course, as a consolation, you have been left with a lovely condo building, which will
provide you with a good income, so you will be able to afford those expensive, custom
made, brassieres, you need now. Along with an assortment, of needfully custom fitted
dresses, etc.

You're so big up top that you're going to have to wear a corset all of the time, just to
support the top half of you, or you'll end up with crippling back pains!

I can see you now, in my minds eye, undulating, and jiggling, everywhere you go, the object
of gawkers, and the petty jealousies of so many women, who will either be envious of your
enormous endowments, or more likely, grossed out! Feeling nothing, but pity, for a freak,
like you.

I leave you in the body of a woman. One in which, you would never be able to convince,
even your own mother, that you are Howard Samuels, since everyone, including the good
doctor you have as a housemate, knows that it is impossible, to change a man, into a fully
functional woman, don't they doctor?

I spent the entire insurance settlement that was paid to me, for my brother's wrongful
death, to avenge him, and to set you up this way.

I know the doctor is curious, as to how you were transformed, into a woman, so I'll tell you!
Fat lot of good, that it will do you.

I found an old Gypsy woman that did it, she did warn me that, even she, couldn't undo it,
but you are welcome to try and find her, to see if I'm telling the truth.

Don't worry about your poor mother. She was not to blame, for birthing a devil's spawn,
like you. In order to protect her, before I changed you, I took out a large insurance policy
on you, in her name.

She is going to receive around ten million dollars, when your 'body' washes up, on the
shores of the lake. Which it has, I checked the papers this morning, and your 'missing
body,' was reported found already, (A simulacrum provided by the gypsy) so it is only a
matter of time now, before she is rich enough, to forget you completely!

Of course now, no one will ever again, have to rely on you, for protection!

You being the wimpy, sissy slut bimbo that you are. Now you're even more of a sissy than
my poor brother!

I did this all, so no one else, will loose their brother, because you let them down!

Now you're the cunt, I have thought you to be, for the last four years!

Oh, by the way, the pet rabbit you gave me when we were little? I drowned it on purpose,
two days after you gave it to me!

May you rot in hell, always!


PS: The controller, sent with this note, is what alters Diane's body, I leave it in the care of
those poor misguided women that are under her spell, I figure sooner or later, she will
show her true colors, and then you may use this, to further humiliate and degrade her.

None of the changes I have made to her can be reversed, at least not without surgical skills
from a research scientist, far more adept than you Doctor.

Take heart ladies, the controller is still capable of shrinking her further, enlarging her
humongous boobs, to proportions large enough, to require her to purchase two seats, on
most airlines, ha, ha, that would be a sight wouldn't it? Diane Toyavich, the walking tits!
Her pelvis can go wider, her ass bigger, her lips big enough that most men's cocks wouldn't
fit all the way through them into her mouth, you can even make her cunt flow fast enough,
that she will have to be hooked up to more than one IV, all of the time!

Now, if you just want to play with your toy, and not modify her, the red button, makes her
orgasm, every time you press it for as long as you press it and she will probably become
addicted to the massive amounts of neurotransmitters that form in her brain, eventually
just tits and a cunt that lays there cumming all of the time, loving you more each time she
spasms! Begging you to push the button!

And if you want her to fuck everything in the room, just push the one shaped like a cock!
Then, man, woman, dog or donkey she'll fuck it and love every minute of it, at least while it
is happening, later she (I love using that pronoun to describe you, you sissy Howard!)
might just suicide herself, if she can't learn to live with the humiliation! I was going to use
this one myself on you, but I want you to have to live a long time, in your bimbo-ness and
let life in general, humiliate you endlessly! Of course if you two lesbian sisters, ever tire of
your lovely toy... well I leave that up to you.

Oh, by the way, don't destroy the remote, it will send out a command that will turn her into
an 800 pound pair of tits with a three foot tall girl hanging off of them! It has also been
made to trigger breast growth, every time she touches it, so keep it out of Bimbo Girl's

May you enjoy your toy, for many years to cum!

Ha, ha! I get the last laugh!

Both of the ladies were wracked with the shudders, after crying so hard, for so long, once
Maggie had finished reading the suicide note.

"I just don't understand, how a boy as sensitive and caring, as you tell us your friend was,
could have a sister, as twisted as that," Betty declared, as she was still putting tissues to
her eyes.

"I didn't know it at the time, and my friend tried to warn me, about his sister, he told me
not to date her, I thought he was just trying to protect her reputation. Anyway, through
word of mouth, I found out last year that she was the reason he was so meek and
sensitive, due to her cruelty, and mistreatment of him. He never told me that she made
him wear lacy maid's uniforms, and forced him to perform as her sissy slave, and a host of
other degrading things, while he was growing up. I don't know if her anger, towards me,
was remorse for what she had done, or anger that she had lost her main source of
entertainment, tormenting that poor guy. Her own brother!" I swallowed hard and wiped
my dripping eyes.

"It's a damn good thing she suicided, or I'd have hunted her down, and kill her, with my
bare hands!" Maggie declared, with such vehemence that I, for one, was shocked!

"Don't you worry Diane, all of those terrors she tried to frighten you with, they aren't much
different for you, than any other girl. Of course you do have two advantages, most other
women don't, though," Betty baited me.

"And what are they, prey tell?" I bit suspiciously.

"Well my dear, when you wear tight, form fitting clothes, the kind we women wear that
won't even allow you to hide a credit card, well you could effectively hide, a Mack 10
machine gun, in your cleavage an no one would ever be able to tell! And two, you'll never
drown, with your built in flotation devices!" she started laughing, and Maggie slugged her
in the arm.

"Diane is too much of a lady, to put you in your place, little sister, but I'm not! You better
not hurt her feelings again, for the rest of the day, or I'll pound you to Jello! Come here
Diane, I'm going to hold you for the rest of the day, while big mouth here, goes and buys
you some new clothes and undergarments," she wrapped her arms around me protectively,
and addressed Betty, "Now, if you want to redeem yourself missy, you'll find a cloth
measuring tape, and help me put down some sizes for you to take with you, on your Quest
for the Holy, custom made and undecidedly lacy and beautiful, brassiere. Don't come back
without at least being able to assure us that half a dozen of them, are on order, and that
they will be spectacularly beautiful, when they arrive!"

"You will also come back, with at least one sweat suit large enough, but not too overly
large, to provide Diane with some decent coverings that she will be able to wear in public,
until we can buy her a proper wardrobe! And at best, a beautiful dress that will make men
for miles around, ejaculate in their pants and faint dead away, when they catch a glimpse
of Diane in it! Do you understand your mission, my sister, and co-lesbian husband, to our
beloved little lesbian wife, here?" Maggie ordered, like a general, used to being in command,
of everything, he views.

Betty jumped up with a, "Yes ma'am," ran to the living room, where all of her possessions
lay still stacked in boxes, returning quickly with a notepad, and a measuring tape.

While she was gone Maggie, told me, "Don't worry honey, she won't look at this as
punishment, Betty is a shopaholic, and will be in ecstasy all day doing this!"

I stood with my arms held out shoulder high, while they measured me, and Maggie only
had to punch Betty once, for saying, "Holy Shit!" when she measured around my massive
mammaries. (She didn't hit her hard, because I giggled when she said it, that and she
made her nurse on my boob as punishment, until my knees started to give way, which
means about three good sucks. She loved her punishment as much as I did! I'm not
cheap, but damn I'm easy!)

After she left, Maggie and I cuddled and she did her best to convince me that I had done
nothing wrong, and that Samantha, was just a really sick psychopath, who was far better
off, dead. She further assured me that we would get a safe to keep the controller in, and
only I would have the combination!

She also promised to devote her life, to see to it that I enjoyed my forced womanhood, as
much as she enjoys being a woman, and to being the best lesbian husband, a sweet girl
like me ever had! Then she threatened to divorce Betty, if she didn't smarten up!

"Don't do that Maggie, who's going to protect us poor little ladies, but that big strong
woman, Betty? I think I like it on this side of the protection, better than the other. But,
you make sure, that if Betty can't protect me for any reason that you don't blame her, or
my ghost will haunt you, till the end of time, okay dear?" I clutched at her tightly.

"Don't you worry your pretty head Diane, I won't. I just hope that after two or three week,
we can still stand the smell in here, cause I'm not calling the cops, until that bitch, is
damn good and rotted!" Maggie promised. "And not at all, if her neighbors' noses can get
one of them to call first!"

"I think my friend would have like that!" I agreed.

The End

Remote Control
By Wholeman

Everything else is Copyright (c) 2002, by: Stone On the Moor LTD. Freely archived, copied,
transmitted, and redistributed, printed, fantasized about or masturbated to or used to
perpetuate marital bliss. (Just don't tell her you read this stuff)

12-14-2005, 02:11 PM
Excellent Story ---thanks for sharing it with us

12-04-2006, 04:49 AM
Heres an older one some folks might enjoy.....;)

Deputy Duffy
12-04-2006, 07:04 AM
Why Bump a story from a banned member?

And what's up with the rant before the story? Don't give me that noise!

12-04-2006, 01:49 PM
Well thats true.....I just like to keep them circulating......keep the boards active so to speak...