By Karen Singer
Chapter 66 Part 2 of 2
Candy looked down at his bare chest
as he undressed for bed. Cleavage. There was no doubt at all about it anymore…
just as there was no doubt about the breasts that had grown from his
chest. They were large enough now that
even without a bra, hiding them was nearly impossible. He looked in the mirror and fussed with his
hair. It was starting to look a bit on
the awful side. Did he dare go and get
it styled again? Janice had said she
wanted him to grow it long, very long.
But to him, it just looked… awful.
He looked carefully at his
face. He had been experimenting with
makeup lately. Trying to find some slightly
different looks… especially for the job sites.
He needed an easier look. One
that didn’t require much maintenance. He
was now toying mostly with the waterproof makeups because of the heat. He was discovering that the worst part about
wearing makeup was the heat. Wearing
makeup only made him feel that much hotter.
But… he felt like he needed it, so he wore it. Like it or not. Fortunately his face was looking far more
feminine than ever before, and after two laser treatments to his face now, his
beard wasn’t nearly as bad. The best
part though was how wonderfully soft his skin felt. All of his skin for that matter. He absolutely loved the feel of it.
As he stared at his reflection in
his big mirror, he couldn’t help but notice the shape of his body now. Even without his corset, his body was rapidly
obtaining an hourglass figure. Well,
starting to anyway. There was certainly
no doubt though about the way his stomach was curved in… and his hips were
curved out. His stupid skinny jeans were
getting so tight in the hips now that he needed new ones… ones that were no
longer – boy cut! He found that little
thought to be positively disturbing.
While at the same time, some small part of him was pleased by it as
well.
Basically, he figured he was
nothing but a study in contradictions.
As he pulled his nightgown over his
head to get ready for bed, he realized that there was one other thing occupying
his mind now. Something new and
different. Sort of. Jessica had finally agreed to move away from
continually asking him to imagine himself happily having a relationship with a
man. He had failed miserably at
that. He simply couldn’t imagine it at
all. Not yet anyway. But now she had given him something almost as
bad – imagining himself being overly feminine and girly. He wasn’t!
Even his job was the most unfeminine thing he could imagine. Yet that was the assignment she had given
him.
The problem
was, he wasn’t too sure what overly feminine and overly girly meant. Was it possible to be too feminine? Too girly?
He supposed it depended on your point of view. To him… as a guy, he supposed overly girly
was what he was already… since he didn’t really want to be a female in the
first place. Yet… at the same time, if
he wasn’t girly enough, he’d never fit in.
So he guessed it depended on if the point of view was a woman… or a
man. Of course, there were an awful lot
of women who avoided the girly extremes too.
But how did the ones who did go to those extremes do it? What made them overly girly?
As he headed
to the bathroom to wash the makeup off his face, he supposed that overly girly
meant all the trappings that were strictly feminine. Dresses, high heels, bows, ruffles,
makeup. Most likely, everything in pink. He tried to imagine himself that way, in
dresses and high heels… but he wore dresses and high heels to church every
Sunday. He certainly didn’t consider
himself overly girly because of that! And
as for makeup, he wore that every day… yet he didn’t consider himself to be
overly girly. Perhaps it was in all the
ruffles and bows. He didn’t own any bows
and he certainly didn’t own anything with ruffles… other than one of his tops
and one of his dresses that were both decorated with a few ruffles around the
neckline. Not overly girly!
So maybe
being overly girly meant taking it all to extremes. He had a fair notion that that was the real
key. Which was no problem at all because
he wasn’t planning on ever taking it to extremes… which meant that he was in no
danger of ever being considered overly girly.
Problem solved! Except that
wasn’t the problem the doctor had posed for him. He was supposed to imagine himself that
way. Not exactly easy.
With his face
scrubbed clean, and not willing to picture himself in ribbons and bows, he went
back to his room and booted up his computer.
For weeks now, the doctor had made him watch… basically porn! Videos of men and women having sex. All in the name of trying to force him to
imagine himself having sex with a man.
But the doctor had failed with that one.
Or had he failed instead? He
didn’t feel like he was the failure.
Again, he supposed it depended on the point of view.
Even though
it wasn’t his assignment any longer, he pulled up some of the favorite videos
he had seen. The problem was, he was
supposed to be looking at the guy in the videos, but instead he could never get
his mind off the women. He didn’t care
about the guys. They were ugly. He cared
more for the beautiful women. Maybe that
was why he had failed that assignment from the doctor. But heck, he simply wasn’t interested in the
men! End of story!
But even
though he felt no sexual interest at all anymore, he still enjoyed looking at
the women. If they were clothed, he took
note of all too many things he would never have been interested in before. What clothes did they wear? How was their outfit put together? How did they wear their hair? How had then done their makeup? Was their nails polished? But when the women were naked, he was more
concerned with admiring their smooth beautiful skin. Would he ever have skin like that
someday? He rubbed a hand over his
arm. Smooth and soft. It felt so nice. Maybe he was almost there already.
Even though
he had no sexual interest at all, he still loved watching those naked
women. He remembered the feel of
Jennifer’s body next to his. How soft
she had been. How smooth. How… wonderfully loving. And she had always smelled so good! He closed his eyes and breathed in… imagining
her smell as it had been back then. Of
course, back then he had barely noticed her smell and then moved on to more
immediate sexual feelings. But now his
nose seemed to be a lot more sensitive to smells than it used to be. And his mind now lingered on the remembered
scent of Jennifer in his bed. So nice.
And as that
thought lingered in his mind, another thought slowly forced its way in as
well. He was thinking such incredible
things about Jennifer. Remembering so
many fantastic things. Things that had
always aroused him so very much. Yet
here he was… still so very interested in her… and not aroused one bit. And since he wasn’t aroused even a little,
there was no feeling at all of the dreadful cold that would invade his genitals
if he did get aroused. He didn’t even
feel very worried that the cold might hit him.
All other
thoughts were immediately banished from his brain. Was it possible? Was it?
Had the hormones managed to undo the curse that Janice had placed on him? He remembered vividly the disaster that had
occurred in Jessica’s house when she had wanted to make love to him. He had certainly felt the cold then! But he had started the much larger dose of
hormones right after that and had been on them ever since. Had the larger dose worked a miracle?
He
immediately realized though that one miracle… also meant that it would take
another miracle for something else to happen.
It would take a major miracle for him to get hard and have actual sex
again. And he had no doubt that that
little miracle was now all but impossible.
But… but… but
was it now possible to get close to a naked woman now… to hold her and feel her
that close… and not be wiped out by the frigid pain? The more he thought about it, the more he
thought it just might be possible! Could
he? Could he?
His mind
turned again to Doctor Parker and the disaster that had occurred with her. She had tried to make love to him once… would
she be willing to try it again? Hardly
daring to breathe, he grabbed his cell phone and dialed her number. “Doctor,” he said as soon as she had
answered.
“Candy,” Jessica replied. “What’s up?
I’m surprised you’re calling me so late.”
“I know and I’m sorry about that,”
Candy replied. “It’s just that I’ve got
something strange on my mind that I wanted to ask you about. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not, Candy. What is it?”
“I’d like to try having sex with
you again.”
Jessica nearly dropped the
phone. “You what?”
“I want to try it again… with you…
if you don’t mind,” Candy replied.
“But you know what happened last
time. And Candy, those hormones have
been working hard in your system for a few months now. Do you still think you’re capable of doing
this?”
“That’s just it Doctor. I’m fairly certain now that I can’t do it
anymore. And because of that, I’m
wondering about the strangest thing.”
“What’s that?”
“When I think about sex now… or
even women. Or if I do or see anything
at all that would have aroused me before, I get nothing. Nothing at all! No reaction at all!”
“So if you can’t get any kind of
reaction anymore, what’s the point? You
knew the hormones would do that to you.
What are you so worried about?”
“I want to try something crazy… and
maybe something wonderful.”
“Candy, what are you talking
about?”
“I want to see if maybe Janice’s
freeze curse she put on me has somehow been foiled. If my penis can’t react anymore, will I still
have the problem?”
The doctor thought about that for a
moment. “Candy are you… asking me… to
try to have sex with you again?”
“Yes! Absolutely!”
But the doctor wasn’t exactly
enthused. “Candy, if your penis can’t
get hard. If you can’t get aroused like
that anymore, do you fully realize what it is you’re asking me to do?”
Candy couldn’t figure out why the
doctor wasn’t so interested… when she sure had been a few weeks ago! “Just try to have sex with me again,” he
said. “That’s all.”
“Not quite!” the doctor corrected
him. “Candy, if you can’t perform as a
man anymore, then what kind of sex are you offering?”
That question put a big damper on
Candy’s enthusiasm. “Um… I guess, sex
between two women.”
“That’s what I see too,” Jessica
replied. “And Candy, just so you know, I
prefer relationships with men, not women.
I have no interest at all in making out with another woman. No interest at all! And Candy, I’m afraid that you’ve reached the
point in your transition now where I would find it very hard to view you as a
man anymore. Especially in bed to have
sex with.”
Candy was disappointed. “I’m sorry.
I hadn’t thought about it that way.”
He sighed. “Forget I even brought
it up.”
“Thank you,” the doctor
replied. “I appreciate that. We’ll discuss this more on Friday when I meet
with you. Since you find this so
important, we’ll treat it as such and explore it in more depth. So continue to think about it and we’ll
discuss it then. Just don’t forget the
other assignment I gave you.”
Candy sighed. “No. I
haven’t forgotten.”
“How are you doing with that?”
“I don’t know. I guess not very well. It’s kind of hard to picture myself as being
overly girly. I’m just not the type.”
“But the idea is for you to imagine
that you are. Picture yourself that
way. And if you imagine you’re that kind
of woman, then it means that you enjoy being that way.”
“Huh!” Candy grunted. “I’m afraid I’m not exactly a girly kind of
girl.”
“Work on the assignment Candy. Do it!
Like it or not!”
“Yeah doctor. I will,” Candy replied disappointedly.
“Good! I’ll see you Friday then.”
“Yeah. Bye Doctor.
Sorry I troubled you.”
Doctor Parker hung up her
phone. But she couldn’t get Candy’s
initial request off of her mind. As bad
as that frigid pain had been, Candy was still willing to try having sex again –
despite the fact that she no longer was capable of it. Which only made partial sense to her. But evidently it made total sense to Candy…
which was more important.
She went to bed that night, still
thinking about what Candy had suggested.
And she woke up the next morning with it still on her mind. No, she had no interest at all in even trying
to get naked with Candy again. She
simply wasn’t interested and she simply wasn’t going to even attempt it. But was there some other way that Candy might
at least… experiment and find out?
A possible solution didn’t hit her
until after she had dropped her kids off at her sister’s house for the day and
she was halfway to work. And once the
idea did settle in, the more she liked the idea. Candy had wanted to try having sex with her
again. But she was still unwilling. But she knew someone who “might” take her
place. Someone who might be able to
teach Candy more about sex between women than she herself knew… or wanted to know. That is, if her friend was willing… which the
more she thought about it sounded all too unlikely. Still, it was worth a shot.
The second meeting between Janice
and Maria Alverez happened in Maria’s private suite with only Janice, Maria,
and Susan there. The three sipped coffee
while the two older women did most of the talking.
“I didn’t have a lot of time to
think about this,” Janice said, “but I did come up with an idea that should
work. It’s only a demonstration anyway,
so only doing one session with your nephew will require something… more basic
than simply doing what I usually do with a man.”
“I’m curious about something,”
Maria said. “You say you require at
least three or four of these sessions as you called them. What is the difference with only doing one?”
“There are several big
differences,” Janice replied. “First of
all, with more sessions, I can go much deeper and my suggestions take root that
much stronger. After three sessions I
believe I’ve already destroyed a tiny bit of their brain and there is little
chance after that of the man ever coming out of the conditioning process
again. With only one session, I don’t
know how long I can make it last. You
heard about the woman I gave the baby behaviors to. She is the only one I’ve only done one
session with. Still, I managed to use
some devices on her that should keep her in my control for a very long
time. Hopefully, years. But with only that one session, I have no way
to check or gauge what will actually happen.
I did that one session not all that long ago. I can tell you though that it did work out
well and is showing no signs at all of wearing off. The ones I did multiple sessions on are all
without a doubt stuck the way I put them for the rest of their lives. And all of them now reside in insane asylums…
all of them completely non-communicative with the rest of the world that hardly
matters to them anymore.”
“So you simply ripped out their
brains? So to speak.”
“No,” Janice said with a sly
smile. “Several of them now truly
believe they are bugs. They barely even
remember being human once. They are bugs
that do their best to think like the bugs they are and especially behave like
the bugs they are. I’m particularly fond
of turning them into bugs that eat other bugs.
I think that’s only fitting. Of
course, I had one fat slob that I turned into a frog instead. He now has a huge appetite for catching flies
with his mouth.”
Alverez chuckled. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just kill them?”
Janice shook her head. “I’ve never killed anyone in my life, and I
don’t intend to. Besides, in every case
I used them to steal for me. If they
were dead, it might point the authorities in other directions. This way, the authorities know who did the
robberies, but by the time they go to arrest the person who did it, they are
stymied by the fact that the man has gone so completely crazy. There is no way they can get any answers from
them at all. And I make doubly sure of
that with multiple controls.”
Maria sipped her coffee. “I’m impressed,” she said. “You’ve got a good thing going there. You interest me more and more every
minute. Still, I need a demonstration
and that’s what we’re here about. So
tell me. What have you come up with?”
Janice laid out her idea. It was simple and basic and she was sure she
could make it all stick in one session.
Alverez asked questions and there were one or two points that the two
discussed to slightly change what Janice had come up with. Susan assured everyone that she had a perfect
place for it all to happen… where they wouldn’t be disturbed. They discussed getting her nephew into
position so that Janice wouldn’t have to drug him or worry about him. And Susan told them that there were going to
be video cameras there to both record it all and so that Maria could see what
happened. But that one point was
something that Maria didn’t like. And
Janice had her own problems with the system too.
“I insist on being there!” Maria
stated. “I want to see it all for
myself.”
“Mrs. Alverez,” Susan replied. “For your own safety, we insist that you not
be in there.”
“My own safety? You plan on having my nephew chained by a
collar around his neck! My own
bodyguards will be with me at all times? How will I not be safe?”
“Trust me,” Susan replied. “You can watch the entire thing on a TV
screen that we’ve arranged for. But you
being there during it is dangerous to your own mind.”
“Have you ever witnessed any of
these sessions she does?” Alverez asked Susan.
“One,” she said. “And if her daughter hadn’t been there to
continually save me, I would have been just as lost as her victim. With the TV screen, Janice can be left with
no distractions, and we can continually break your concentration so that there
will be no danger to you.”
Maria looked skeptical. “It sounds very unlikely,” she said.
“Trust me!” Susan implored.
Alverez clearly didn’t like it, but
she finally agreed. But only with the
added stipulation that two of her men witness, in person, everything that
happened. Only then could she compare
what they had seen with what she herself saw on the TV monitor.
“We can do that Susan,”
replied. “But there’s a good chance your
men may be affected as well. We’d have
to make sure they take every precaution to not be affected.”
“I still insist!” Maria declared.
“And I have a problem with it as
well!” Janice stated.
“And what’s that?” Susan asked
skeptically. “I don’t mind the cameras
at all, but I don’t want this recorded.
I don’t like that evidence existing for what I do!”
“Hello?” Candy said quickly after
nearly ripping his jeans to get the phone out of his pocket. He really did need new jeans!
“Candy,” the doctor said. “How are you coming with that assignment on
being overly feminine?”
“Not so good,” Candy replied.
“Then here’s what I want you to
do. When you come here Friday night, I
expect to see you dressed and acting totally feminine. Overly feminine, or overly girly! Put as much effort into it as you can. Spare no expense. Use all of your imagination. And just do it!”
“Why?” Candy asked.
“Because it’s important. Because I said so. That’s all the excuse you need, so just do
it. Borrow some money if you have to so
you can buy whatever you think you need.
But show me how overly feminine you’re capable of being. Got that?”
“Um… I think,” Candy replied. “I’m just not too sure how to go about it.”
“That’s what this assignment is all
about! Figure it out!” With that, she hung up the phone. Jessica now figured that one way or another,
Friday night should prove to be very interesting. Very interesting indeed!
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Thanks for the update :)
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