Bob Gets His      Summoned to Dr. van Damme's office, Joe curtseyed, then stoodat attention while she finished reading a letter. Working as a maidhad made Joe meek and docile, and the subliminal tapes played tohim at night reinforced his newfound submissiveness.      "Joe, it seems that I have to go away for a spell on business.I was going to leave you here, but your ex-wife Gloria has askedthat you serve her while I am busy. I think this would be goodtraining for you, and an excellent introduction back into the realworld. You will find clothing laid out for you in my room. Takethis suitcase and this." She handed Joe a passport.     Like the good maid that he had become, Joe curtseyed. "At onceMadame."     Joe picked up the suitcase and left, filled with mixedemotions; excited to be going home, relieved that he wouldn't beforced into prostitution, yet depressed at the thought of servingGloria as her maid.      Joe looked at the passport he'd been given . It was French.Opening it, he saw a photograph of a blonde woman in it. Then itdawned on him; that was his picture in it, as he looked now.  Heglanced at the name; Yvonne LaEsclave. Joe's French lessons hadn'tgone far enough to allow him to understand his new title.     In Dr. van Damme's room, Joe found a pile of clothing with anote on it which directed him to strip and get dressed in them.Before he did, Joe looked in the suitcase he'd been given. It wasfilled with women's clothing. Joe stripped. He put on the apparelselected for him; a matching white panty and underwire bra set ofnylon, white panty-hose, a white nylon half-slip,, white pumps, ashort sleeved white silk blouse, and a wool suit in navy. Joezipped up the straight skirt.      "This outfit is pretty nice." Thought Joe, brushing out hisbangs, the rest of his long hair fell gracefully down his back. Thesuit didn't hide his well-endowed figure, but neither did it exposehis body to the world, as so many of his outfits did. Joe looked athis pretty face in the mirror, realizing how much time and efforthe had been saved by never having to apply cosmetics, thanks to thetattoos on his face.       Carrying the suitcase and the jacket that matched his skirt,Joe went back to the Doctor's office.     Joe and Dr. van Damme were in a golf cart being taken to theairstrip on the island. When they arrived, Joe saw a private jet,engines running, waiting to take off. Once he had fastened his seatbelt, Joe was given some pills to take. Allegedly to preventairsickness, they instead knocked Joe out for the duration. He'dnever be able to describe the island where he'd been held or it'slocation.                         Joe awakened. He had no idea how long he had been out. Dr. vanDamme was speaking to him. "Remember, you are Yvonne. Speak onlyFrench. You will wind up in serious trouble otherwise."     Joe knew better than to disobey her, He deplaned with theDoctor and approached customs. It became obvious to Joe that thecustoms inspector had eyes only for his beauty when his passportwas perfunctorily stamped without so much as a glance. Joe kept hisconversation limited to "oui", "non", and "merci monsieur", andbefore he knew it he was in a limousine headed for Manhattan.     Joe winced inwardly as the limo pulled up in front of his oldhouse. He'd loved the old brownstone and, while he hadn't plannedon returning to it, he never once figured that he'd come back towork in it as a maid. The surprises just kept coming as Monicaopened the door to greet them. "Hello Doctor. Joe."     They exchanged greetings and Joe wandered into his old digs,finding that they had been totally redecorated. In much the samemanner that Joe had been changed, the old masculine decor was gone,replaced by an ethereal feminine interior. Before he could go anyfurther, Monica intercepted him and took him to his room, which hadbeen the servants quarters. It was very femininely decorated. Joelooked in the closet. It was full of maid's uniforms.     "Now Joe." Said Monica. "Let me tell you the ground rules. Youmust at all times act like a perfect servant. You must pretendnever to notice what goes on around here, and above all never saya word without being spoken to first."     "Why are they doing this to me?" Joe asked Monica.      "I think you know the answer to that Joe. Just be careful oryou'll be beaten severely."      Monica went on to explain to Joe what was what, and how he wasexpected to behave. When she was done, Joe undressed, washed, andwent to bed where he spent a fitful night.     The next morning Joe showered, then got dressed in one of theuniforms from the closet. He discovered that all of the lingerieprovided for him was the same; black satin bikini panties withmatching garter belts and push-up bras. Joe hooked up the blackstockings that he'd found in a drawer, put on one of the many pairsof the black patent high-heeled pumps that were in the closet, andknowing what was expected of him, stepped a petticoat and pulled itup to his waist. The black satin maid's uniform followed. Joefigured that he'd be wearing one all time now since that was allthere was in the way of clothing in the closet. Joe zipped up thedress. His cleavage was exposed and outlined in white lace. Theshort skirt was flounced out by the petticoats and with every moverevealed his stocking tops. None of this was new to Joe, as he tiedon the white satin apron with a big bow in back and then rolled hishair up in a bun and put on the white cap, but so far he'd only hadto dress like this occasionally. It would be a new experience todress like regularly. Naturally, the transvestite responsesprogrammed into Joe's mind were tickled pink as he minced out tothe kitchen.             Bob woke up. As he did every morning, he stripped off hisnegligee and went to the mirror. "No changes yet." He thought,disappointed as he examined himself.     Bob had started on hormones and couldn't wait to see signs ofthe development to come. He looked at his hair. Long for a man, thebrown locks were still to short to be styled and permed. Bob waseagerly looking forward to his first trip to a beauty salon.Meanwhile, Monica and Gloria were giving him a crash course inbeing a woman. As her price for letting him do this, Gloria hadmade Bob sign some papers in front of her lawyers, but he didn'tcare; he was on his way. Bob looked down at his shriveled penis. Hehad no use for it anymore and, some days, it was all he could do tokeep from grabbing a knife and cutting it off.     Bob dressed, putting on the corset and padding which wouldgive him a feminine figure until the hormones did. The thought,that some day the pads in his bra would be replaced by his ownbreasts pleased Bob no end. Over his lingerie, he pulled up pantyhose, dropped a slip over his head, and stepped into a peach linendress that buttoned up the front. He buttoned the dress up, put onthe matching belt, and then stepped into a pair of white sling-backpumps. Bob applied some make-up and checked his fingernails, longand painted red, they were good for now. He put earrings in hisrecently pierced ears, selected a matching necklace and bracelet,brushed mousse into his hair, and looked at himself. Yes, he couldpass for a fashionable young woman, he did everyday.     Bob was excited. Today he was to meet Leslie's sister,Justine, who, he'd been told, had been able to arrange surgery forhim overseas somewhere. Bob sprayed on some perfume and went downto breakfast.     "It's a good thing I learned to cook at Dr. van Damme's." Joethought as he scrambled eggs, fried bacon, and made toast. Gloriadidn't have a cook and he had been told that he would have to notonly serve, but also cook breakfast, lunch, and sometimes the raredinner that she ate at home.     As instructed, Joe had set the table for four and one by onethey came in and sat down; Gloria, Monica, the Doctor, and the girlwhose name, he had been told, was Roberta.     Bob looked at the new maid. She was all tits and ass in herrevealing little uniform. He thought to himself "she looks like alittle tramp, but if that's what Gloria wants ...?"      Bob introduced himself to her,"Good morning, I am Roberta, youmust be Yvonne?"     Bob was surprised to see the maid curtsey to him and say "ouiMademoiselle. Bon jour. Would you like some cafe?"     "Well at least she's well trained." He thought.     The four of them left immediately after breakfast and Joe wentabout his chores. He made up all the beds and while vacuuming theliving room, stopped to stare at his picture on the mantle; apicture of him as a man that is. It was a copy of the same picturethat Joe carried in his little gold locket which he usually worewhen not in uniform. A tear came to his eye, but he just brushed itaside and, like a good little maid, went on with his work.                The next day, Joe was told to pack up the Doctor's clothing,then help Roberta pack for a trip the two of them would be taking.As he folded Roberta's lingerie, Joe tried to put his finger onwhat was so peculiar about her. In the drawer, under her panties,Joe discovered just what it was that was different about her; helooked at a birth certificate in the name of Robert Watson, withhim, Joseph Watson, listed as the father.      Roberta was a man!      She was his son!     It became clear to Joe what was going on; Gloria was pullingsome kind of stunt to try and get her hands on Bob's inheritance.Just then Bob walked in.          Bob looked at Yvonne. Good, she was almost done packing histhings. He was shocked to hear her say; "you're Robert aren't you?"     "Yes, what of it?" He said, irritated at being read by aservant.       Bob was surprised as the girl came to him, with a look ofhorror on her pretty face. "You must leave now. Get out of Gloria'sclutches. Go now before ... "     "What is going on here!"     Monica and Gloria were standing in the door to Bob's room.       "Give me that." Said Gloria, grabbing Bob's birth certificatefrom Joe's hands. She returned it to Bob.     "You had better be more careful where you put things likethis. And as for you, you insolent wench," she addressed Joe,"Monica will demonstrate what happens to an upstart maid who sticksher nose in where it does not belong."     Joe was terrified and there was no fight in him. Monicagrabbed his arm, pulled him over to the bed, and sat down. "I'msorry Yvonne, but I warned you."     The sex changed girl demonstrated her remaining strength asshe held Joe still with one hand. "Pull up your skirts." Shecommanded.     Fully submissive now, Joe did as ordered; holding his skirtand petticoats up around his waist. Monica reached out, pulled hispanties down to his ankles, and threw him over her lap face down."Roberta, give me your hairbrush."     Joe was humiliated. To be thrown over Monica's knees like alittle girl, with his plump womanly ass revealed for all to see.Terror replaced his humiliation as soon as the first blow fell. Yousee, Joe had resolved to take his spanking like a man, but he wasno longer a man and was shortly bawling his eyes out.          Bob watched as Yvonne was beaten soundly for herindiscretion; she was wailing in a high voice, and her legs werekicking wildly, hampered by the panties around her ankles. Finally,with her ass glowing cherry red, she was released.     "Now pull up your panties and get back to work." Said Monica.     Bob watched as Yvonne put her panties back on, smoothed outher dress, and turned to leave.     "Aren't you forgetting something."     The maid turned, curtseyed to Monica, and said "merciMaitresse," then fled the room crying.     "That was pretty severe," thought Bob, "I hope she learned alesson from it."     Joe watched from an upstairs window, with tears in his eyes,as Bob and Dr. van Damme got in the limousine and left for theairport.               At the airport, while they waited to board the private jet,Dr. van Damme introduced Bob to their traveling companions; a goodlooking woman who was introduced as Virginia Mason and two teenagedgirls; Melissa Walters and Stephanie Grenwald. Bob felt comfortablewith the sophisticated and educated Virginia, but those two girls!They were so trampy with their bleached blonde hair, short skirts,and tight blouses. All they seemed interested in was flirting withevery man who crossed their path. Virginia explained to Bob thatthe two girls had just turned eighteen and had never been away fromhome before. She also told him that she was a doctor and that theywere patients of hers. Virginia had taken them on this trip becauseshe felt sorry for them.      "They are both high school dropouts and the future doesn'thold much for them except as a waitress, wife, or dancer. Anywaythey go they're trapped and I wanted them to have a littleexcitement before that happens."     Bob considered how thoughtful that was of her.     Once they were back on the island, Dr. van Damme conferredwith Dr. Mason and Bob Weinstein. "I must tell you two that theseresults far exceed any expectations I had. I have examined Melissaand Stephanie and cannot find any evidence that they were oncemales."     "That's the beauty of it, there isn't any." Exclaimed Dr.Mason. "I have conducted extensive tests on them and they appear tobe female down to the cellular level."     "My next question is, What's to stop somebody else fromhypnotizing them and changing them again."     Bob Weinstein answered. "The changes can only be initiatedwhile under the influence of the drug. When the drug wears off,after about a day, the changes continue but can no longer beaffected by further hypnotic suggestion. It also appears that thehuman body has an increasing resistance to the drug. In otherwords, repeated applications have less and less effect untilfinally the body ignores any further suggestions. Take Melissa andStephanie for instance, Dr. Mason conducted repeated experiments onthem and after a couple of tries the drug would do nothing."     "So they are girls permanently?"     "For the rest of their lives."     "How long have they been like this, and how long did thechanges take Virginia?"     "They took about six months to stabilize as females and I havehad them under observation for going on two years. I think that thesix months can be shortened considerably. You see I performed nosurgery on them, especially as regards the male organs, thinkingthat they would retract into the body and become ovaries. Howeverthe boys developed ovaries separately and the testicles eventuallyatrophied and disappeared. I believe if the testicles were removedbefore commencing the procedure, that the changes would occur morerapidly, without the body still producing male hormones."     "Next time we'll try that. Bob, when can we startexperimenting with it here?"     "That's the only problem Doctor. The drug Dr. Mason used wasa very rare one and I didn't expect these effects. I thought onlythat we could fool the body into regrowing a lost limb and thingslike that. These changes only occur when the drug is administeredin massive doses, and during her trials Dr. Mason used most of itup."     "Can't you get some more."     "I don't know. It's extracted from a rare flower that growsonly in the amazon. With the loss of the rain forests over there,my sources haven't been able to locate sufficient quantities ofthem. We have plantations where we are trying to cultivate theplant, but until we're successful, which may take over five years,we are limited to the stock on hand."     "How much is that?"     "Based on what Dr. Mason tells me, enough for possibly fourchanges."     "Damn the bad luck." Said Dr. van Damm staring off into space.She understood the potential of such a drug.     "What about Stephanie and Melissa?" Asked Dr. Mason.      "I have their parents hypnotized also and they believe theirdaughters have left home and moved to Los Angeles."     "Are they of any further use to you?"     "No, not really."     Dr. van Damme was in a sour mood over the unobtainable drugand this may have accounted for her next action. "Hmmm. Do this.Virginia, remove any psychological blocks that you may have put onthem, I want them to know who they are, what they have become, andbe fully aware of their surroundings. Bob, have Dr. Brenner givethem the permanent hair treatment; long and blonde. I want thisdone by Saturday when the fuel tanker arrives. When it leaves, Iwant them on it. They will be a little gift from me to oursupplier. Those Arabs do so love blonde girls. Meanwhile, I want tosee this effect of your's firsthand, and I have just the subjectfor it"     Dr. Mason, scrubbed up and dressed in surgical greens, lookeddown at the almost comatose youth on the operating table. "HelloBob, remember me? I'm Dr. Mason and I'll be performing your surgerytoday."     "Already affected by the anesthesia, Bob could only grunt ather."     Bob was put under and castrated. In the recovery room, theother drugs were administered and Dr. Mason then induced, what wasalready being referred to as, the Weinstein Effect on Bob and hecommenced a one-way journey to womanhood.          Bob came out from under the fog of anesthesia and smiled tohimself. "Well that's that," he thought, "it's all over now,"little realizing that, for him, it was just beginning.     Bob couldn't feel anything below his waist, but that didn'tbother him. He knew that he was a complete woman now. A lot of whathad happened to him since he arrived here, and he never did learnwhere exactly here was, seemed a bit excessive and not exactly whathe had expected. Take, for example, his hair, his entire body hadbeen depilated, and his head covered with long blonde artificialstuff that couldn't be cut. Or his fingernails, they also had beenremoved and replaced with long red artificial ones which alsocouldn't be cut. Or his feet, they had been operated on and madesmaller, but now only felt right in high heels. Not to mention hisface, on which make-up had been tattooed.     That was all O.K. though. Bob was overjoyed with the otherchanges to his body. He spoke in a lovely soprano voice, thanks tothe operation on his larynx; it didn't bother him very much that hehad to learn to speak all over again. Bob sported the lush body ofa young woman; wide hips, tiny waist, full breasts, and at longlast, the genitals to match it. Bob knew that the work here wastop-notch, any physician examining him would conclude withconfidence that he had been born a girl. He laid back, satisfied atlast. Before he returned to unconsciousness, Bob thought he feltsomething pulling on his earlobe.     Dr. van Damme considered Robert Watson. His transformationinto a beautiful woman was complete. In many of the procedures,such as body contouring and hair implantation; the same programsused on his father, still stored in computer memory, were used onhim with predictable results. Father and son were now, for allintents and purposes, twins.     It irked the doctor that Robert should enjoy what had beendone to him. In her opinion, a man who had to be forced intowomanhood shouldn't receive any satisfaction from it. She haddebated removing the psychological programming which had driven Bobto change his sex and allowing him to awaken to discover that hehad irreversibly turned himself into a blonde bombshell. "I made adeal though and I can't renege on it," she thought, "but perhaps Ican work out something fitting."       Bob examined himself in the mirror. "You sure are some babe."He said to himself. It never failed to amaze him what a gorgeouscreature he'd been turned into. He had expected, like most of thetranssexuals he'd met at the Institute, to wind up looking like amasculine woman, but there was not even so much of a hint of hisold maleness in the sexy girl who looked back at him.     Dr. van Damme watched Bob admire himself. "He really can'ttell that he's not yet fully changed?"     Dr. Mason told her; "No. All he sees is the image we have putin his mind which he will eventually conform to."     "Amazing!"     Bob pulled pink satin panties up over his flat crotch. Heliked the way it looked in panties now and had come to really enjoywearing the apparel appropriate to his new sex. He settled hislarge breasts into the cups of his bra and pulled it up. Bobthought about his new wardrobe, every item in it made him appear asif he was going to a cocktail party or a formal dance. Dr. vanDamme had also considered his wardrobe, and the money she saved bygiving him Joe's old one. They were both the same size.     Bob wondered about something he hadn't considered until now;he really wasn't attracted to men at all. It surprised him that hewould want so much to be a woman and, now that he was one, lack allinterest in sex. He decided to ask Dr. van Damme about it duringhis interview with her scheduled for today.     Bob buttoned the back of his dress. It was the least exoticone he could find. It was black with a white floral design on it,made of very thin faille, with a full flowing skirt. He belted it,glad that he was able to find something that wasn't tight andrevealing. Bob glanced in the mirror again, his appearance wasflawless; he couldn't get over how cosmetic surgery had made hislips full and changed the shape of his eyes. He was a living doll.      Bob regarded the earrings hanging from his ears; aftersurgery, his castrated testicles had been sealed in clear acrylicwith a little golden chain attached. He had eventually found thempermanently attached to, and swinging from, his ears. He was toldthat this was something that the Institute requested be done, toalways remind him where he had come from. Bob was told that theycould be removed if, in the future, he determined that he justcouldn't live with them, but for now they stayed. Bob decided thathe liked his new earrings; his balls were finally provingthemselves useful for something.     Bob thought about how he had to legally change his name whenhe got home and what he would change it to. He hadn't decided forcertain; he was partial to both Pamela and Elizabeth.     Bob sat on the couch in Dr. van Damme's office, not believingwhat he was hearing. "So you see Bob, Gloria refuses to pay anymoney for charges incurred after the surgery was completed. Thatleaves you responsible financially for your room and board sincethen, and for your wardrobe as well."        "But I don't have any money Doctor, Gloria said she'd pay forall of this."     "I am afraid that you are mistaken. Read this agreement shesigned with you and I am sure  you will realize that she hasfulfilled her obligations to you entirely."     Bob took the offered paper and read it. Gloria had doneexactly what she had said she would. Bob felt his stomach sinking;he had signed away his entire fortune to her. "What can I doDoctor?"     "Well being as you owe me a considerable sum of money, I amsure we can work something out."     Bob looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was neitherpleased nor comfortable. His hips and ass were crushed in the tightgirdle which held up his support stockings. Likewise his breastswere crammed into a minimizer bra, reducing their size to where hecould zip up the black nylon uniform dress he'd been issued. Hepinned on his name tag which read:                          Robert Watson                            WaitressDr. van Damme had put an end to his plan to change his name. Roberthe was, and Robert he would remain.     "How did I ever let her talk me into a lifetime contract?" Bobwondered, as he went off to his job in the executive dining room.          Like his father before him, Bob worked his way up to theposition of personal maid to Dr. van Damme. Also like his dad,Bob's mind and body were programmed with the sexual responses of apromiscuous slut. Unlike his father though, no trace of the old Bobremained. Oh he remembered who he had been, but not for minute didhe ever regret what had been done to him; rather he revelled in it.     While Bob's body was rearranging itself, in line with herlong-range plans, Dr. van Damme also had Bob's subconscious mindmanipulated until he was the sweetest little submissive masochistpossible.     Bob arose from bed and started getting ready for work. He hadbeen a bit irritable the day before, but hadn't thought much aboutit. The feeling of extreme sensitivity persisted though, and hismoodiness had grown more intense overnight. Bob made a mental noteto see Dr Mason that afternoon and mention it to her.     Bob was clearing away the remains of Dr. van Damme's lunchwhen all of a sudden he felt a searing pain tear through hisabdomen. He dropped the tray he was carrying, grabbed his gut, andgasped.     "What's wrong Bob?" asked Dr. van Damme.     "I don't know Doctor .. aaaaagh!" the pain was back and thistime it felt like his innards were being twisted like a rubberband.     She helped him along to the clinic.     Bob lay naked on the examination table with his feet up instirrups as Dr. Mason conducted a pelvic exam. He still felt crampsand discomfort, but not as severe since the shot he had been givenhad taken effect. Bob felt whatever it was that the Doctor hadplaced up inside him slip out. "What's the matter Doctor? Is it aproblem with my operation?"     "No not at all Bob. It's just nature's way of telling you thatyou're a woman now."     "Pain?"     "Yes and you'd better get used to it. Although I don't thinkthat it will be so severe in the future. it's just that you're newplumbing is just flushing itself out, so to speak, for the firsttime."     "You mean this pain won't go away?"     "No, it will go away, but it will be back every month likeclockwork. It's your period."     "PERIOD! But I'm a transsexual."     "So what?"     "I thought that I wouldn't have periods and such things."     "You wanted Dr. van Damme to make you into a woman didn'tyou?"     "Yes, but ..."     "Well she did just that. You are now a fully functioningfemale, and I emphasize the word fully. Welcome to the sorority. Aslong as we are here in the clinic let me teach you some things youneed to know." Dr. Mason reached down and picked up a plasticcontainer.     "Now then, this is foam ..."     Back in his room Bob unpacked the bag of stuff Dr. Mason hadgiven him. Pills, tampons, panty liners, douche, foam, and twodozen condoms. Bob was very conscious of the tampon up inside him,but Dr. Mason had told him that soon he wouldn't even notice it.Bob had been embarrassed by the condoms especially when Dr. Masonhad made him put one on a life size model of a penis, telling him"it's a skill every girl needs to know."     Bob told her, "but Dr. I'm not even interested in men."      Dr. Mason didn't say a word, but thought to herself "Just youwait Robert, just you wait."      Dr van Damme read the letter from Monica. She and GloriaWatson were steady lovers now, and had decided to move from thecity to an estate in the country. Joe was the perfect maid, but thenew mansion would be too much for him alone. Monica had let it slipthat Bob had stayed on the island and was working for the Doctor.Gloria was tickled pink with the idea of having both of the men whohad been a threat to her, serving her as a matched pair of maids.     Dr. van Damme summoned Bob to her office. He entered, dressedin his standard uniform of white satin blouse and black taffetaskirt. She ignored him for several moments, then told him, "Bob I'mgoing away on a business trip. I was going to leave you here, buthave decided that I need you with me. Take that suitcase and this."     She handed him a passport. " Get dressed in the clothing laidout in my bedroom and meet me back here."     Outside the Doctor's office, Bob looked at the passport. Itwas French, inside was a picture of him as he looked now, but thatname; Yvonne LaEsclave. It was somehow familiar. Where had he heardit before? Suspicion grew in the back of his mind, but was quicklyovershadowed by his excitement at going on a trip.