Archive-name: Changes/joe4.txt Archive-author: Ruth White Archive-title: Guinea Pig, The - 17-22 Part 4 of the continuing adventures of Joe Watson CHAPTER 17 Monica entered Joe's room with her gear and looked at the sleeping man. Lifting the satin coverlet from his body, she paused to watch the rise and fall of his breasts under his satin and lace negligee as he breathed. The drug in his dinner had worked well. Continuing with her task, Monica pulled the hem of his negligee up over his hips. The only natural hair left on his body was a triangle of silky pubic hair. Monica lathered it up and began shaving it off. Joe woke up muddled the next morning and tried to get up. "Joe, get back in bed," said Monica. "And lie on your stomach." Joe did as directed, but wasn't very comfortable; his breasts didn't make very good pillows. Monica flipped Joe's negligee up to reveal the soft globes of his ass cheeks. Placing her hand in the small of his back to hold him still, she injected the contents of a needle into one. Joe felt a sting as the needle slipped into his right buttock. "What's that for?" he asked Monica. "Don't worry about it. Just turn over and lie back." Monica left the room. When she returned, with two attendants pushing a gurney, Joe was out like a light. She watched the gorgeous man as the negligee was striped from his lush body, which was then transferred to the gurney. Joe was wheeled out of his room, and into a new life. CHAPTER 18 Joe was dreaming. He was chasing a pretty blonde girl. She was a knockout and he wanted her. He wanted her so badly that his balls itched, and his cock was so hard it hurt. Then it dawned on him; the girl he was chasing was himself, as he looked now. Joe woke up. He was very dizzy, but able to comprehend that he was in his room. He didn't notice the lack of sensation below his waist. Dr. van Damme, Monica, and another doctor were at his bedside. Joe giggled. "Hi guys. What's going on." The doctor shot a needle into the IV drip in Joe's arm. Joe started to fade. "Hey Monica, you're looking great. Say my balls ache, would you rub them for me?" Then he was gone. Monica looked at the doctor curiously. "How could he?" The Doctor answered her. "The same way some amputees get cramps in the calves of legs that aren't there anymore." CHAPTER 19 Joe gradually returned to consciousness. Trying to check himself out, he discovered his restraints. "What has that crazy bitch done to me now?" he thought. What was there left to do to him? "No. Monica said the Doctor wouldn't do that," he recalled. Dr. van Damme, the surgeon, and Monica entered his room, alerted to his awakening by the monitors. "Don't try to move Joe," said Dr. van Damme. "You've been given a spinal block and can't feel below the waist. You might hurt something by moving around with no sensation." "So what bunch of suffering human beings am I helping today?" Joe asked her cynically. "I'm happy to tell you Joe, that you represent new hope for thousands of transsexuals." "WHAT?" "Well, since you asked. Many men aren't men at all, but rather a woman's psyche in a man's body. Their only possibility of happiness is sex reassignment surgery; what you'd call it a sex change. The problem is that the state of the art of surgery today results in more mutilation than change. The post-operative transsexual is usually left with a pathetic imitation of a vagina. I'm happy to tell you that the surgical procedure we have developed, and tested on you, was totally successful in the construction of fully functional female sex organs." Joe was shrieking and in shock. After several minutes he looked up, still wailing. "But Monica, you said ... " "I told you that you could keep your precious little balls you foolish boy, and I didn't lie to you." Monica held up a mirror so Joe could see his face. Brushing his hair back from his ears she pointed at two diminutive gold globes, one of which adorned each earlobe. "I had them freeze-dried, gold plated, and permanently attached. You'll keep them forever!" Joe sobbed in his pillow. Later on, having cried himself out, the giddy man addressed Dr. van Damme. "So you did it. You've changed me into a woman." "Not really Joe. Let's examine your situation. You have the beauty, the figure, and now even the secondary sex characteristics of a woman. You may, over time, even acquire the needs and desires of a woman, but you are and shall always be a man since you lack what truly makes a woman female; a womb and ovaries. However, you also lack what makes a man male; a penis and testicles. Now a woman is the equal of a man, but since you are something less than a man, it follows that you must be less than a woman. Don't you ever forget that you are an imitation, a plaything created in retribution for the way you lived your life. You're gorgeous, you're sexy, but basically Joe, you're only a eunuch." On that note she left with the surgeon. In the hall outside, the surgeon asked her. "Why were you so severe with him? He's been through a lot. His vagina cannot be distinguished from that of a genetic female and I did a superb job on the plumbing. Why any gynecologist who examined him would testify in court that he is a woman who has suffered from cancer and been given a hysterectomy ." Dr. van Damme answered him. "Doctor there's more going on here than meets the eye. Part of what we are doing to Joe is punishing him. Dave Weinstein's earlier experiments have shown us that a man who is feminized unwillingly can eventually find refuge in his femininity. Dave tells me that this approach we're using on Joe will establish in him a streak of rebellion which will prevent that from occurring. He will cling to the fact that he is a man, even though he could never convince anyone of that fact." They walked on. Later, in his bed, Joe thought to himself. "They may give me a woman's body, but I'm still Joe Watson. My body may betray me, but my mind won't. I will not let it. I'm Joe Watson and I'm a man, and no matter what they do to me, I'll always remember that in my brain, where it counts. They'll never conquer my spirit." CHAPTER 20 Joe lay in his bed. He had lost count of the days and weeks as he watched the world go by through the fog of drugs and, after the spinal block had worn off, pain. With the passage of time, his body recuperated and this morning the doctor had removed the last bandages shielding his operation, pronounced him fully healed, and extracted the catheter. It felt very peculiar to Joe, to have his insides probed and scrutinized like that. Joe refused to look at himself, and tried to ignore his metamorphosis. Then the inevitable happened; he had to go to the bathroom. He tried to ignore his bladder, but couldn't for long. Reluctantly, he got out of bed, thankful for the long satin nightgown, which covered him from neck to ankles. In the bathroom, Joe frowned at the toilet. "I guess I'd better get used to this." Raising the back of his gown, Joe lowered his abundant ass onto the seat. "At least those muscles haven't changed," Joe thought as he urinated. Joe enjoyed the relief pissing brought and when he was done stood up. letting his gown fall only to feel wetness on his thighs as urine ran down them. "Cripes!" Joe gathered up his gown and sat down again. He'd forgotten that girls had to wipe. Even though he wasn't a girl, he still pissed like one and had to copy their hygienic techniques. He bunched up some toilet paper and, looking away, stuck his hand down and dabbed. When he was satisfied that he was dry, he got up and returned to bed. Outside his room, Dave Weinstein spoke to Monica. "I am certain that Joe is depressed, resentful, and hostile over the removal of his genitals. I think we should give him some valium, then why don't you get him dressed as we discussed and see if we can get his transvestite programming to take control of his emotions. Monica entered the room. "Up and at 'em Joe." Joe just glared at her. "Joseph Watson! You get out of that bed right now and take this medicine, before I call Dr. Van Damme and have you punished." Joe complied, and after he had swallowed the Valium, Monica sat him down and went to work on his hair to kill time until the medication calmed him. Monica rolled Joe's hair up in curlers and put lotion on it to keep the curls in. When she was done, Monica pulled Joe's gown off. He instinctively brought his hands up over his breasts. Monica snickered at this. "Oh come on Joe. There's no secrets between friends, right? Here hold these." Joe held up what looked like a pair of stockings, but they were different. Holding them up, he recognized them as fishnet hose. He hadn't seen them on a woman in years, except in some of his men's magazines. Part of his mind considered what he would look like in them. Not counting on Joe's cooperation, Monica put a garter belt around his waist and hooked it in back. After sitting him down, she rapidly rolled the hose up each leg. Standing Joe up, Monica hooked up the hose and tightened the suspenders. She noticed that he wouldn't look down. Sitting him down again, Monica slipped shoes on his feet; red patent leather open-toed sandals with ankle straps and five inch heels. She noticed how his red toenails peeked out through the mesh of his stockings. "Sexy," she thought as she buckled the straps tight. Monica brought out a pair of French-cut black satin and lace panties. She put them on over Joe's shoes then, standing him up, pulled them slowly up his legs. Joe perceived a new sensation as Monica pulled the panties up over his hips, a slight pressure on his genital area that he 'd never experienced before. All of a sudden Joe wanted to see what he looked like. He walked over to the mirror. "Boy don't my legs look great?" Joe asked himself. Joe still resented the loss of his cock and balls, but the drug had taken effect and besides, part of him liked the fact that his panties fit properly now; with no protrusion or bulges from his cock or balls. Joe could see his pubic hair, which had regrown, through the lace, which ended at a satin panel which was flush against his crotch. Beneath the taut material Joe could see the outline of his new vulva. The transvestite in him was elated. Isn't this the ultimate in cross-dressing? Joe felt his nipples tingle. "Where's my bra?" he asked Monica. "We're going to try something different today. Just wait." Monica had Joe step into a skirt and she worked it up over his hips. It was a black kidskin miniskirt and was it ever tight. Not knowing that the clothes were designed to fit like that, Joe thought. "I've got to lose some weight." Joe looked at his profile. No outline of his cock showed, just the feminine swell of his pelvis under the skirt. Monica held up a strip of red leather and wrapped it around Joe's chest. "What's that?" he asked. "It's a bustier. Don't worry it will support you." Monica pulled it together and fastened it. Joe's breasts were tightly confined in its firm grip and he could tell that it would support them, but looking down he discovered that it sure as hell didn't cover them. It just squashed his breasts together and offered them up for public inspection. Monica wrapped a white patent leather belt around his waist and gave him a matching purse. Taking an atomizer, she sprayed Joe with perfume; behind his knees, between his breasts, on his neck and shoulders. Joe was enveloped in an intoxicating fragrance. Monica put the bottle in his bag, then removed the curlers from his hair. Lifting Joe's golden curls, she placed a fine gold chain around his neck. Attached to it was a locket which settled in his cleavage. Joe picked it out. "I wonder what this is?" he thought. Joe found a tiny latch and managed to open it. Inside was a picture of himself; before any of the changes. Joe just stared at it, surprised that he wasn't annoyed at this final humiliation. The drug had kicked in Joe was not in control of his emotions. Rather than anger or hate, some other passion built."I wasn't a bad looking hunk," thought Joe as Monica brushed out his hair. Joe didn't know it but he was getting turned on by his own picture. His nipples stiffened and then he felt a well-known commotion in his crotch. He was getting a hard on."Is it possible?" Joe wondered. "Maybe my cock isn't gone, just hidden." Joe resolved to check it out at the first opportunity, as he shut the locket and returned it to the valley between his boobs. Monica put some dangling gold earrings in his multiple-pierced ears and gave him a gold link bracelet and a huge aquamarine ring. Slipping the ring on his right ring-finger, Monica told him, "Remember this Joe, aquamarine is your new birth-stone." "What do you mean?" "Well you're a new man, so to speak, so we'll use the day you were made to celebrate your birthday from now on." Joe followed Monica, finding it was much easier to walk without his balls being pinched all the time. He liked the feel of leather on his skin, the way his hair bounced when he walked and brushed against his shoulders and back, and especially he liked the perfume he wore. Joe knew he must look pretty sexy and he felt sexy, but it never occurred to him, that he looked for all the world, like a very beautiful, very high-priced call girl. As he sashayed down the hall; breasts bouncing and hips and ass swaying with every mincing step he took. CHAPTER 21 Joe ate breakfast with Monica and, having nothing to do, followed her around all morning. As time wore on, Joe became more accustomed to the clothes he wore, and at ease with his new appearance. He was unaware that every man who laid eyes on him lusted after him. When Joe had followed Monica into her office and taken a seat, she realized what had been bothering her about him. Except when his body and dress required that he move otherwise, Joe still sat and, in some situations, moved like a man. Right now he sat with his legs apart. Monica could see his garters at the tops of his stockings and glancing up, she could make out his vagina in it's satin embrace. "He's got learn not to flash that pussy of his around so conspicuously." She thought. "Oh well, I'll tell Dr. van Damme and she can put Mrs. Maxwell on it." Later, Monica took Joe to lunch where he was given a tuna salad, despite his preference for roast beef. After they had eaten, Monica told him. "I always take a little nap after lunch. Why don't you try it?" "Maybe I will. I still feel very worn out." Monica and the attendants found him on the bed with a fashion magazine open in his lap; the hypnotic in the iced tea had worked to perfection. Joe was wheeled to the operating theater where his belt, bustier, skirt, and panties were removed. After his inert form was laid out on a table, his legs were spread apart, and his feet placed in stirrups as if for a pelvic exam. The plastic surgeon who had created Joe's vagina lectured to the audience, while a television camera zoomed in for close-ups, which in turn, were relayed to monitors throughout the room. "There were two very significant improvements included in the many innovations introduced with this subject's procedure. First, I was able to preserve the penile nerves intact and bundle them together. Secondly, we removed some of the mucous membrane from a section of the subject's large intestine. This was cultured, a mutation was induced, and it was then used as the lining for the vaginal wall." "The results versus conventional sex reassignment surgery are vastly superior; the penile nerves retain full tactile sensation with the ability to provide pleasure when touched, just as the penis would. There is no danger of the vagina closing up, so we can do away with the need to keep a form inserted. The lining, when irritated, secretes a fluid, sort of like a runny noses, not very different from a female's natural lubricant. nose." The doctor pointed out the highlights for the television camera as he went on. "Here we have the mons veneris. Here the labia majora or outer vaginal lips, constructed from the scrotum and inside the labia minora. This is the clitoris, formed from the foreskin where the penile nerves were. It functions not very differently from the way the subject's penis did; when aroused, it engorges with blood, although the increase in size is minimal, and when stimulated can produce the muscular contractions known as orgasm. The labia minora, or inner vaginal lips, which were created from the leftover penile tissue and mucous membrane." The crowd murmured it's approval. All of the assembled doctors admitted it was near impossible to tell Joe's man-made vagina from the real thing. Dave Weinstein took the stage as various devices were attached to Joe's body; rubber molds with wires running out were put over his breasts, the projection box was lowered over his head, a shape resembling a large cock with a metal ring around it was carefully inserted into his vagina, then a thin probe was forced into his anus. Dave spoke. "You will recall Dr. Locke said that the subject's vagina will secrete a fluid when irritated. What I hope to accomplish is to trick the subject's mind into confusing sexual arousal with vaginal irritation, much as Dr. Pavlov tricked his dogs." Joe was brought up to a trance state. The device in his vagina vibrated, irritating the lining. When the fluid was secreted it completed an electrical circuit in the device and a green light lit on the control console. "Excellent," said Dave. "Now we hot-wire our little beauty's neural network for pleasure." The cups over Joe's breasts were shaking and the plug in his vagina vibrated, along with the probe up his ass. Inside the box, all the images programmed into Joe's pretty head to be sexually stimulating were flashed before him. The pleasure center in his mind was excited by induction to the metal wires still in his skull. This went on for some time, and at the end, tiny electrical shocks were pulsed through Joe's breasts, vagina, and ass. Then the plug was removed from Joe's vagina and dried completely. After a short wait, Dave Weinstein inserted a tiny metal probe into Joe's vagina and reset the light to red. "And now the moment of truth." The psychologist flicked a switch. Inside the box, images of virile young men, naked with large erect cocks, were projected into Joe's subconscious. Dave Weinstein speculated silently. "Would the brain recall it's programming and find the pictures erotic? Would the conditioning work?" The crowd waited expectantly. Dave started to worry. Then the green light flashed on. It worked. Joe was lubricating himself in response to sexual stimulation. The audience roared it's approval. Dave Weinstein looked down at Joe. The transfigured man was unconsciously undulating his pelvis, the way a highly aroused woman would do. CHAPTER 22 Joe was awakened by Monica shaking him. "Come on sleepy head. Wake up. It's dinner time, you slept all afternoon." Joe remembered distinctly the graphic visions he had dreamed. He didn't want to talk, or even think, about them. Noticing that his mini-skirt had risen up over his thighs, Joe tugged it down as he got up on his high-heeled feet. Joe discovered that he was hungry, but was surprised to find himself still tired. "Well they say too much sleep is the same as not enough," he recalled, and thought no more about it. The two lovelies went to dinner, after Joe paused to refresh his perfume. He loved the scent. Monica laughed silently. "Boy, if only he knew." The boys in the lab had concocted the stuff and called it "Eau d' Joe." It had been formulated with the sole objective of attracting men. It contained all the scents that the masculine psyche found sexy and alluring on a woman, and was liberally laced with female pheromones, which not only served to inflame Joe's remaining masculine passions, but also those of any male who might be within range of the compelling fragrance. After dinner, Monica took Joe to the island's theater, where they watched a movie. Joe experienced weird emotions running through his body. He wrote them off as being induced by the well- made thriller. It never dawned on him, that those vivid sensations coincided with the appearance of the movie's handsome star on the screen. On the way back, Monica picked up a bottle of wine. When they got to Joe's room, she said. "Joe, go in and take a shower and get ready for bed. I'll get a corkscrew and some glasses." Joe showered, avoiding any contact with his remodeled gender. His earlier interest had worn off, and he didn't want to deal with it now. Joe dried and put on his most attractive negligee of shimmering pink satin and lace. He loved both the way it felt, and the way it displayed his magnificent body. Monica returned. She had changed into a blue satin and lace teddy covered by a matching short gown. She opened the wine and poured to glasses handing one to Joe. "So tell me Joe. How did you like the first day with your new body?" The abruptness of Monica's question caught Joe off-guard. Joe and Monica weren't the only ones enjoying a sip of the grape. In her office, Dr. van Damme and Dave Weinstein savored a rare tipple as they watched the unfolding scene. "Here's where Monica earns her pay," said Dave. After a minute, Joe started crying. "Oh Monica. I don't know. Part of me likes it; looking so sexy and wearing such fantastic clothes. But inside I'm still a man. It hurts so much; every minute that I'm in this body. It's so degrading to know that I'll never escape from this masquerade. What can I do." By this time he was was weeping. "Don't cry Joe." Monica lifted up his chin and gently kissed him on the lips."When you can't change something, accept it, and try and make the most of it." Monica hugged Joe until his tears subsided, then lifted the sniffling man up and carried him to the bed. Joe hadn't known the big girl's strength. Monica got into bed with Joe and kissed him passionately, while easing the straps of his negligee over his shoulders, uncovering his well-developed breasts. Monica tenderly fondled each in turn, feeling his nipples harden. Monica gave Joe a long-lingering kiss, examining every corner of his mouth with her tongue. She then turned her attention to his breasts, licking and sucking first one then the other, until both were stiff with desire. Joe didn't know what to make of this, but he knew that he liked it. He felt very hot between his legs and the sensation that he was getting a hard-on was back. Joe moaned with pleasure when Monica placed her hands under his hips and trailed her tongue down across his belly to find the lips of his vagina moist and enlarged with his passion. Monica flicked her tongue over Joe's vulva then teasingly poked it back and forth between the lips. Joe spread his legs even wider as Monica took her hands out from under him, using her fingers to gently stretch his cunt wider. With her tongue, Monica found Joe's clit, which had been fashioned from the sensitive tissue of his cock and contained the penile nerves. Seeming to recall it's previous function, it swelled, trying to become erect. Monica took it in her mouth and sucked and nibbled on it with her teeth. Delirious with pleasure, Joe took his hands with their long red nails and grabbed his breasts. Taking a nipple between each thumb and fore-finger, he pinched them, sending even more waves of pleasure through his body. He tried to grind his crotch against Monica's face but she pulled away. Joe wished she'd continue eating his pussy, but instead Monica kissed Joe on the mouth again. "Being a girl can be enjoyable Joe." When they broke for air, Monica whispered. "Joe dear. I have a surprise for you. Rising on the bed she undid the belt of her gown. Reaching down she unsnapped the crotch of her teddy and pulled it up. Out popped an erect cock. Monica was a man! Joe didn't know what to think of this, he was both frightened and fascinated by it. "Monica. What? ... I don't know ... " Pushing Joe back on the bed Monica said, "There, there Joe. I promise I'll be gentle with you." Joe wasn't aware of it, but his subliminal programming had pre-disposed his masculine mind to accept the orientation of a heterosexual female and Monica had been chosen to be the agent of Joe's introduction to this lifestyle. Since his mind was still male and he really lusted after the pretty blonde, her apparent femininity would overcome any objections his masculine ego might raise. Giving up, Joe decided to go with the flow, and he laid back and relaxed, as Monica resumed licking his hot pussy. After a short interval, Joe was writhing in pleasure again. Positioning herself between Joe's legs, Monica rubbed the head of her cock against Joe's cunt. Joe was too far gone to care what happened now. Monica inserted her shaft slightly between the lips of Joe's pussy, letting his new cunt get used to penetration for the first time. When she felt the time was right, Monica rammed the entire length of her large cock into Joe. At this Joe took notice; letting go of his breasts and opening his eyes to look at Monica. It dawned on him with a flash. HE WAS BEING FUCKED. LIKE A GIRL. AND HE LOVED IT! Monica began a slow piston-like movement. Joe pulled her close to him, put his legs up over her hips, and crossed his ankles. Joe was amazed at the sensations he felt as Monica's prick penetrated deep inside him. He could feel every inch as it slid in and out of his hot wet cunt. It was so intense, so exciting. He was panting now, and making faint unintentional moaning sounds. Joe could feel Monica's cock swell and his body was racked by spasms, accompanied by louder moans as he experienced his first female orgasm,just as the she-male commenced pumping her load of cum into him. The die was cast. Joe now had a female element in his mind that his will could not control. Never would he turn away from a session with a stiff prick. Joe collapsed into a limp bundle and as Monica withdrew her spent cock, he curled up; tired and worn out. "Just like a man." Thought Monica. "After sex, all they want to do is roll over and go to sleep. Well he'll learn a hard lesson shortly." Joe was startled out of his daze by the awareness that Monica's cock was pressing against his ass hole. He clenched it tight, but Monica pushed harder and the shaft, still lubricated with his pussy juice, was finally forced past his sphincter and driven into his lovely behind. Joe felt himself become aroused again, as the she-male's balls slapped against his butt. It was very unconventional, but for some reason he desired it. Powerless as the stimulation overcame his reason, Joe put one hand between his legs and played with his pussy. Finally, Joe orgasmed again, then Monica did and withdrew her cock from his ass. Dr. van Damme raised her glass in a toast. "To the new Joseph Watson. I gave him the body of an exaggeratedly voluptuous woman, while you provided the appetites and impulses of a horny slut." They sipped their champagne. "Not only that," said Dave. "But Joe cannot fathom what's going on with his body, he cannot exert any conscious control over it's conditioned behavior. Joe definitely won't want to be involved all the proceedings that he will be, but as far as his body is concerned, his conscious mind is a passive spectator, no matter how degrading a performance it puts on. Joe is trapped in an endless loop; his mind rebels while his body compels. To be continued... --