http://www.mrdouble.com THE GUINEA PIG by RUTH WHITE CHAPTER 13 One morning, Monica and another girl entered Joe's room. Joe was wearing a pink satin chemise gown with spaghetti straps, trying to ignore what was under it. His breasts had finally stopped growing, but it was too late as far as Joe was concerned; the new appendages were immense. Joe didn't joke about needing a bra anymore. Now he wondered when he'd be given one to take the considerable strain of supporting the pendulous mammaries off of his pectoral muscles. "Good morning Joe. This is Betsy. She's a cosmetologist and will be working on you today." Joe groaned inwardly. He'd suspected that this would happen sooner or later. It seemed that every occurrence brought him closer to Dr. van Damme's promised outcome. Betsy fussed around Joe's face. He felt her applying make-up to his lips, eyelids, and cheeks. When she was done, she took Joe's picture. The process was repeated several times. Betsy was talking with Dr. van Damme as Dave Weinstein, Monica, and a strange man looked on. "What color is his hair going to be," asked Betsy. "Blonde." Replied Dr. van Damme. Thinking "As if we ever had a choice." "In that case, I'd recommend this style." "That's too subdued. I had something a little more extreme in mind." "That we can do." Said Betsy, getting some colored markers and making changes to the close-up photographs of Joe's made up face. When she was finished Dr. van Damme smiled and nodded her approval. "What do you think?" She asked the strange man. Looking at the pictures, he replied, "No problem. Child's play. I'll go get my gear ready." After he left, Dr. van Damme addressed Dave Weinstein. "While Joe is under for this, I want you to remove the block on his transvestite programming." "Please get up and come with me Joe." Joe had been expecting lunch, which was late. Instead here was Monica telling him to come with her. Too apprehensive to complain, Joe swung out of bed, slipped on his high heeled mules, and grabbed a robe which matched his chemise. Joe tried to remain self-possessed as he followed Monica down the hall, but was not very successful. He knew he presented a spectacle; a bald man with the figure of a centerfold. Walking in his high heels produced a loud racket which resounded throughout the corridors. With each step his large breasts bounced awkwardly, the nipples rubbing against his satin gown, providing unwanted stimulation. He tried to straighten up and not swing his hips so much. This made his breasts even more prominent and walking more tedious. They entered a room containing a bed and some unfamiliar gadgets. "Strip and lie down on the bed." Joe shed his robe and chemise. He felt uneasy, not being aware of his implanted need to conceal his breasts. The strange man entered and Joe experienced intense embarrassment and instinctively covered his breasts with his arms. He was grateful when Monica covered him with a sheet, over which she placed a plastic mat for protection. Monica produced a gas mask. Knowing the futility of resistance, Joe breathed deeply. As his awareness ebbed Joe saw the man raise what looked like a dentists drill and attach a bottle of red fluid to it. "Wait a minute, that's a ... " The tattooist turned on his needle and started to outline the unconscious man's appealing lips. He thought to himself, "Real pretty, this one's gonna be real pretty." CHAPTER 14 It didn't take Joe's, now youthful, skin long to recover from being dyed. While his face was still covered up, he was moved to a new room. He saw it for the first time the morning Monica took off his bandages. It was large, sunny, and finished in an extremely feminine decor. Joe was delighted by his new room, although he didn't know why. "No more breakfast in bed for you." Monica told him. "This morning you get dressed and eat in the cafeteria with the rest of us peasants. Now go and wash up, while I lay out your clothes." Joe felt anticipation grow in him for some reason. "Hey, it's not such a big deal, going out for breakfast," he told himself, mistaking it's source. There was no mirror in the bathroom, so Joe couldn't observe the remodeling that had been done to his face. However, as he washed, Joe could perceive some changes by touch; his nose felt smaller, his lips were fleshy and appeared to project out, over teeth that didn't seem to meet just right. He wondered about the tattooing on his face. "I think I read somewhere that they can be removed by lasers," he thought to himself. Then it occurred to Joe. "She's going to make me wear women's clothing today." He was surprised that the notion didn't trouble him. In fact, he found the idea slightly pleasing. His worries over what had been done to his face faded, as he thought about how Monica would dress him. Joe came out wearing only a robe. Monica handed him a pair of pink satin and lace panties. Holding them up, Joe looked at them and thought "these are going to be way too big for me." He pulled them up his hairless legs and adjusted them around his hips. To his great surprise, they were a perfect fit, except in the crotch where his cock and balls were obvious by their outline. The panties delighted Joe. He ran his hand over his ass, enjoying it's touch through the satin on his soft skin. "When I get out of here, I'm going to have some satin briefs made for me," he decided. Monica held up a matching bra. Joe stared at it, speculating on how his breasts would look, supported in the sheer cups. Monica showed Joe how to don the bra. She adjusted the straps so that his breasts were supported, and at the same time, displayed to their best advantage. At the same time, Monica was sure to follow Dave Weinstein's instructions to caress Joe's breasts and cock whenever the opportunity presented itself. "Wow, a D-cup, and it's a tight fit. He better give up those candy bars." Monica thought to herself. Joe marvelled at the sensation of his breasts in their delicate confinement. He could view his nipples and aureoles clearly through the lace cups. He found the sight thrilling and his cock stirred inside his pretty panties. Monica interrupted his thoughts."Sit down here Joe." Motioning Joe to the chair, she held up a pair of what he recognized as panty-hose. "Here Joe. You'll have to be very careful putting these on with those dragon-lady nails of yours. They're ultra-sheer and it won't take much to put runs in them. You pull the legs up like this, put your foot in; the seam goes across your toes, pull it up to your thighs, then do the other leg." Joe followed her instructions. "Good. Now position the crotch and pull the panty smoothly over your hips." Joe stood there amazed at the feel of his legs encased in the taupe colored nylon. "Man, I didn't know girls clothes could be such a turn on." Joe thought, not realizing he was talking aloud. "Oh yes Joe. They can be so thrilling." Joe admired the way his legs glistened in the delicate hosiery, delighting in the sensations he felt and the sound his legs made when they brushed each other. Monica produced a slip, made of the same pink satin as Joe's bra and panties, with a lacy bodice and hemline. She put it over his head and let it slide down. Arranging the slip so that it hung properly, she noticed that the profiles of Joe's excited nipples were clearly discernable. The slip was a snug fit across Joe's broad hips and Monica could see the outline of his stiff cock underneath it. Looking in the large walk-in closet Monica was amazed at the collection of clothing there; shoes, dresses, blouses, skirts, gowns, everything a fashionable young woman could want. It was all custom designed and made. She felt a momentary pang of jealousy which vanished when she thought. "He'll never buy clothes off the rack. He's a misses size ten with a size two waist and size fourteen bust and hips." Returning with a pair of red leather pumps, Monica slipped them onto Joe's feet. "Wow. How does he do it? Those heels must be at least five inches high." Monica thought, watching Joe maneuver effortlessly in his pumps. Monica held out Joe's first dress as he stepped into it. Resistance was the furthest thing from his mind; the transvestite programming had taken control and he was really getting into the swing of dressing up. Monica guided Joe's arms into the half sleeves and pulled the dress up over him. Made of pink polyester with the look and feel of satin, it was a jacquard knit with a floral pattern woven into the material. Making sure that the slip was positioned, and after brushing against Joe's nipples, Monica pulled up the zipper. The dress was a tight fit across Joe's bust and hips. The dress started with a high jewel neckline. Princess seaming ran down the front, accenting Joe's large bust, ending in a peplum that swaddled his womanly hips. The skirt of the pretty dress appeared from under the peplum, continued to below Joe's knees, with a slit in back so that he could walk. Monica buttoned the half-sleeves at Joe's elbows. Joe looked down. His forearms which had been tan, muscular, and covered with wiry black hair were now pale white, slender, and hairless. They extended from the sleeves to end in delicate hands with long and luxurious fingernails. Monica put a belt, covered in the same fabric as the dress, around Joe's narrow waist and drew it tight. Joe was encased in satin and was he ever turned on. Glancing down, he noticed his hard nipples, their outline projecting through his clothing. Unable to resist, Joe brought his hands up to his breasts and started kneading them. Excited beyond reason, Joe dropped his right hand and caressed his cock under his dress. This slight stimulation proved to be too much, as his cock erupted and pumped it's load of cum into his panties. Joe was dazed. Never before had he experienced such an erotic rush. He stared at the expanding damp spot in his lap, then looked sheepishly at Monica. In his sugary voice he stuttered "gee Monica. I'm sorry. I didn't know ... " Dr. van damme and Dave had witnessed Joe's impulsive ejaculation in his feminine costume. "Well Dave, it looks like your program worked." "Yes Doctor, but we are at a critical juncture here. You see Joe's behavior is characteristic of a transvestite, as we wanted. The problem with this is, once a transvestite has experienced relief through orgasm he feels guilty. All he wants to do is get out of the clothes and forget about them until the next episode. We planned for this and think we can interrupt the pattern. Back in the room, Monica smiled sweetly at Joe. "Don't get upset Joe." Taking him by the shoulders, she forced him to look her in the eyes. "What happened to you is perfectly normal. Sexy clothing can be such a turn on. Now let's get you cleaned up." Monica reached down and undid the belt. Turning Joe around, she unzipped his dress, eased it over his shoulders, and let it slide down his body into a soft pile around his feet. She repeated the process with his slip and it joined his dress on the floor. Joe stepped out of the pile of clothing and turned around to face Monica. She placed her fingers under the waistbands of Joe's panty-hose and panties. Going to her knees, Monica pulled Joe's lingerie over his hips and down to his ankles. To Joe's great surprise, Monica started licking the cum from his abdomen; she had never before shown the slightest interest in intimacy with him. Monica took his wilted cock in her mouth and Joe felt himself becoming aroused by her ministrations. His cock tried to stiffen and his nipples got hard. Monica sucked his balls and cock entirely into her mouth and played with them with her tongue. She felt Joe's cock start to get hard and released it from her mouth. She had Joe slip off his pumps and remove his hose and panties. Joe stood there wearing only his bra. He wished the pretty blonde would resume the blowjob. She didn't. Monica gave Joe a dressing gown to put on, which he did. He was handed his hose and panties. "These have to be cleaned before the cum dries in them," Monica informed him. "There is a bottle of detergent for hand washing delicate fabrics under the sink. Follow the instructions, roll them up in towel, then hang them over a bar to dry. I'll take your dress and slip to the laundry and lay out some other clothing." As he washed out his lingerie, Joe found his thoughts concentrating on what clothing Monica would dress him in next. He found the contemplation exciting. "Damn," he thought, "What is it about women's clothing?" Joe doesn't know it yet," said Dave to Dr. van Damme, "but from now on he'll find donning and wearing women's clothing to be extremely arousing sexually." "That's excellent," said Dr. van Damme. "Because that's all he'll ever wear. "Well, at least he has the body for it." rejoined Dave. ************* End josie4.txt Continued josie5.txt