I should probably tell you why I’m in the hospital. A little more than a week ago, on Saturday, I woke up here to discover that the afternoon before I’d had a sex-change operation. I was really groggy at first and couldn’t tell if it was a dream or what. Pretty soon I started feeling the pain. Then Dr. Vidal, that motherfucker Louis, came by and asked me how I was doing. That was when I knew it wasn’t a nightmare. I tried to scream at him but my throat was so dry that nothing came out. I felt...

“You’re not going to leave me like this?” Jonathan protested with a shocked and panicked look on his face. “I absolutely am!” she chuckled. “And if you don’t do exactly what I say from now on, then I’ll leave you that way forever or do even worse. “I could change you into a fat old lady or a whore and then destroy the amulet!!” He shivered at the intensity of her anger, yet felt a strange thrill over the humiliations involved in her words. “I’ve only been gone a few hours and obviously you...

I didn’t wake up until late the next morning when Dr. Timmerbum came into my room and woke me up. I asked him, “Well, Doctor, when are you going to operate on me?” He chuckled and told me, “I’ve already operated! In fact, unless there are problems, you can go back home tomorrow!” I was incredulous and said, “I don’t believe it! Where are the IV tubes and all the other stuff?” He didn’t answer, but instead went to the dresser and got my hand mirror. Then he came back to the bed and gently...

Now, a week later, Lisa and Lynn were coming to review the effects of their demented handiwork. I trembled at the thought of being seen by my sister as I now was. “I had no idea the change would be so dramatic!” Lisa exclaimed as I stood motionless and nude before them. “Yes, we’re quite pleased with the results of the Stage One injection,” answered Dr. Sanders. “Nurse, please read the last entry on the patient’s chart.” Just a short while ago, I would have been consumed with sticking my big,...

Don’s eyes were on the television watching the weatherman talk about high pressure systems and storm fronts, but his mind was a million miles away. `What had he gotten himself into? Had Agatha given him hallucinogenic drugs? Or maybe just contaminated soup?’ He could now distinctly feel invisible hands all over him, gently massaging his muscles. The feel of the massaging hands became stronger, firmer, and increasingly insistent. Still, they somehow retained their gentle quality. Don felt as if...

When Martin returned to his room after breakfast, he found clothing laid out on the bed. A pair of skinny jeans. A lightweight U-neck sweater. Matching bra and panties. A pair of Maureen’s ballet flats. “Mom, those are girl clothes.” “Yes they are. And that is appropriate, because you are going to become a girl. A girl who will grow into a fine woman, like your sister.” Then she yelled “Maureen, come in here.” Maureen came in a moment later. “Honey, help...

He was totally naked and appeared to be totally oblivious to the two feminine breasts stuck firmly to his chest. He had BOOBS! He had grown a pair of breasts. Not the small deposits of fat that men sometimes get when they’re overweight, but a fully formed set of women’s breasts! And in less than four hours! They looked oddly like her own, complete with nipples that were as large as her fingertips. Lori fought the impulse to scream or to look down at her...

“Hi, ladies.” Eric said cheerfully as the two women walked into the kitchen. He indicated the empty plate in front of him. “I guess that I pigged out on the donuts, sorry.” Alison looked at the empty plate, there had been eleven donuts she had been talking to Diana, he had eaten them all! “I’ll make some pancakes. Just sit down Diana, and I’ll take care of everything,” Alison suggested before Diana could offer to help. Diana sat down directly in front of Eric and studied him as he thumbed...

“Everyone knows about the Gender Plague,” began Brendann. “It began on April 14, 2046. A group of male scientists at the CAM-DEM corporation were working on a genetic-engineered pseudo-virus that would rid women of the physical deterioration experienced in life after menopause. The changes became attached to a strain of cold virus by accident and spread throughout the world, ridding women of the problems as designed. But it also feminized all but a very small percentage of the male population...

Alison, as usual, had gotten up first and was already taking her shower when John awoke. Still half asleep, he debated about joining her. He had just made up his mind that he would when the shower stopped and Alison appeared a few minutes later, dressed in John’s bathrobe and towel drying her hair. `She looks like a small bundle of dynamite,’ John thought. He fell in love with her again. He started to get out of the bed. The movement attracted Alison’s attention. She looked toward the bed and...

When I got home late that Saturday night, Darlene was already back. She met me at the door with a cool glass of iced tea and suggested I sit down and relax while she fixed us a bite to eat. I was so tired that the slightly funny taste of the tea didn’t even register on my consciousness. I passed out sitting at the kitchen table. It was late Sunday afternoon when I finally wokeup. My mouth tasted funny and my mind was groggy. I stumbled to the bathroom to relieve myself. I needed to go so badly...

Mark slipped the tape into his office VCR and turned on the monitor. He wanted to take a look at a few of the sexier sounding exercises. There was the normal static and then soft catchy aerobic type music. Superimposed on the pale pink background was the title of the tape. “Exercise Your Way to a Sexy Body.” Under the title in bright red, was a flashing warning. “Do not use this tape unless you desire to be the following size.” The music stopped and an older...

Simultaneously he rose all the way off of my chest, and MY BREASTS quivered and shook beneath his flat, masculine chest! “What the Hell have you done to me?” My voice now had a surprised female shriek to it, better than anything my self training had ever been able to achieve. “You wanted to know about the process and so you have had `the treatment’. That is all there is to it! As never before, you are now totally Annie. You can still sleep around with anyone you want, like last night, lover....

The mists in DeAngelo’s mind slowly sifted away into the stark antiseptic white glare of the world about him, he knew that the drugs were wearing off.... Struggling to rise, he realized his arms and legs were tightly restrained. He was stark naked! He could feel the hard, rubber like surface of a medical examination couch underneath his body, and that he was somehow half seated with the back of the couch raised. His hands were secured by straps at the wrist to some sort of metal rail at each...

Over lunch, Jackie was full of questions about my lactation. Even to the point of insisting that I show off my breasts to the other girls! Seeing Vick’s frown of disapproval over my reluctance to obey her mother, I silently unbuttoned the shirtwaist blouse, hoping that all I would have to display would be the nursing bra. Jackie in her delight, however, quickly removed my bra! “Oh, my, they are big,” Francis exclaimed in stunned awe as Bobby actually ran her hand over my breasts and...

I put on socks and shoes. Still everything I saw, except for the nails, shaped brows and long lashes, spelled Bob. At least I wanted to see that. Oh, how I wanted to look like Bob again! It felt good, comfortable. So, feeling good, home. As I packed my new lingerie away, I could not help but notice this Bob like character in the mirror, only his head looked like a woman’s and his nails were painted and long. When all was put away, I contemplated that image....