Message-ID: <33850asstr$1007525405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <a05100302b8332fbc8e27@[209.112.139.10]> From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2001 16:59:01 -0900 Subject: {ASSM} Wyatt's Fate (TG) [2/5] Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2001 23:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/33850> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new addy to get it out. Wyatt's Fate, Pt 2 Now, onto the boring stuff ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story. All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken within the story. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- The next day Lisa was too busy with getting ready to go to see her boyfriend to be concerned with him. Thankfully, it turned out. It seemed that overnight, his chest had become extremely sensitive and his shirt rubbed it in all the wrong ways. When he got home that night, he stripped off his shirt and was once more confronted with his... tits. He spent the entire weekend topless, trying to ignore his bosom. But on Tuesday morning, when he put on his shirt, he could ignore it no longer. Wyatt had always preferred tight shirts, and couldn't even get his shirt buttoned around his new chest. When he looked in the mirror, his new bosom seemed even larger than Friday night. He desperately looked in his closet for something to wear to work. In the back of the closet he found a blouse of Trisha's hanging on a hanger. He had thought she had taken all her clothes with her when she moved out, but he supposed she could've missed one. Thankfully, the blouse was one of her more unisex styles that she liked rather than the frilly, feminine types he had preferred her to wear. He quickly put the blouse on. At first, he had a little trouble with the buttons on the opposite side, but quickly got the hang of it. When he looked in the mirror, he was shocked that the form-fitting blouse wrapped around his tits in a suggestive way. But he managed to hide his new chest by slouching and pushing his shoulders forward. Another benefit of the blouse was that the softer fabric, when it did brush his nipples, wasn't as irritating as his own shirts. He went into work that day and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, but around 10 Lisa called him into the office. She had a bright smile on her face, and as soon as he closed the door, she said, "Oh, Wyatt, I love it!" "Love what?" She gave him a slightly disapproving look. "Testing me? The blouse, of course. Here I was concerned about your accepting being my bitch, and you come into the office in a blouse to prove me wrong." "I... wasn't sure you'd notice." "With all the buttons on the wrong side? A woman notices these things, Wyatt." "A woman? You don't suppose the other secretaries noticed?" "A few might've." Wyatt was crestfallen. "Oh, don't worry. As long as you're doing your work, no one cares. But let me get a good look at you. Stand up tall." "I... I'm not..." "Not real confident of how you'll look? Don't worry, it's just us. Now stand up real tall." Wyatt tried to think of a way to get around it, but finally just stood up tall. When the blouse fell around his new appendages, Lisa got a concerned look on her face and said, "I've heard stories but I never thought..." Wyatt grew very afraid. "What? What is it?!" Lisa clammed up and said, "I don't want to worry you if I'm wrong. Let's go up to the medical floor." Wyatt couldn't help but be scared as Lisa took him in hand and led him up to one of the upper levels where some of Drasberg's top doctors had offices and examining rooms. She took him right to an office that read "Dr. Carter, Psychobiologist." They went inside and Lisa talked to the receptionist privately for a few seconds, then brought him into a exam room to wait. Wyatt sat on the table, hunched over, trying to hide his chest from the world. After about fifteen minutes, a doctor, a handsome Negro who looked barely out of Residency, came in. "Good day, Miss Adams, Mister," he looked at his chart, "Colton. Now, since you're the patient, mister Colton, would you rather this exam be alone or do you wish for miss Adams to remain?" "What are we going to be doing?" "I will be stripping you naked and giving you an exam." "I guess..." He looked to Lisa and said, "I'd rather be alone, then." Lisa said, "That's okay. I understand," kissed him on the cheek, and left. After she was gone, the doctor said, "Okay, remove your clothes." When Wyatt seemed hesitant, he said, "I have been informed as to your body's... changes. That, after all, is why we're here." Wyatt removed his clothes and sat on the exam table. The doctor gave him a quick physical exam, then started to probe his breasts. Wyatt was embarrassed when his cock almost instantly sprang to attention. Thankfully, the doctor was professional enough not to mention it. After the exam, the doctor said, "I want you to go to the clinic at the end of the hall and get a total work-up. Like you did before you started work. Since you'll be using the company clinic and all they do is stuff for company doctors, they'll be able to process work as they do the tests. Hopefully, by the end of the day, we'll have a preliminary diagnosis." "Okay. Doctor, what exactly is a psychobiologist?" "For a long time doctors have known that if the mind can be properly oriented towards healing the body, miraculous results can be achieved. A psychobiologist is a doctor who specializes in the effects a mind generates on the body." Wyatt barely understood the doctor's explanation, but thanked him and went down to the clinic. That day he went through another battery of tests just like he did a week and a half ago. When he was finished, he returned to the doctor's office and sat in front of the man's desk. The doctor came in and sat down. "Okay, I think we have enough for a preliminary diagnosis. We're still waiting for a few tests, but unless something really anomalous shows up, I think I know what's wrong." "What is it? What's on my tests?" "Nothing. That's why I'm so sure." "So what's causing this?" He waved at his chest. "It's called P.C.R. It stands for Psychosomatic Corporeal Readjustment." "Psychosomatic? Are you saying this..." he grabbed his tits, "these are all in my head?!" "Mister Colton, calm yourself. The fact of the matter is, a psychosomatic illness is not, as common thought would believe, an imaginary illness. It is an illness caused by your mind. It doesn't mean that the illness is any less real than one caused by external factors." "So what is this psychosomatic..." "Corporeal Readjustment. It's a very rare condition where the mind thinks that a radical change to the body is necessary for the organism's continued health or well being, and then goes about changing the body." "So why is my body changing like this?" "That's the crux of the matter. Determining the original reason your subconscious became convinced that you needed to become a woman will be crucial to fixing the problem." "Becoming a woman? Just because I'm growing tits?" "Not just because you're growing "tits". Your bodily dimensions have changed. It's just that the chest growth is the most noticeable." "What do you mean?" "Comparing your current stats to those we got from your last exam, you've gone through a few changes. Your waist has shrunk from 34 to 33 inches, and your hips have grown from 33 to 34. Another thing is that the follicles on your face are now dead; you have no facial hair." Wyatt thought about it and realized that he had been so distracted by his chest that he hadn't even realized he hadn't been shaving for almost a week now. "Also, the construction of your hair has changed, as well as it's melanin content." "What does that mean? The hair part I mean." "Your hair has changed from an ellipse to a circle, which means it'll wind up becoming softer. The melanin content, which is what determines hair color, has also changed radically. Right now your hair is a medium brown. But soon you will be a light blonde." "But," Wyatt said, lifting his arm, "I don't look any different." "Not yet. But hair, at least the stuff above the skin, is dead, and its color is set. But as your hair grows in it's new color will be light blonde. Let me show you." The doctor reached into his desk and pulled out a magnifying glass. He handed it to Wyatt. "Take a close look at the hair on your arm." Wyatt took a close look at his arm and sure enough, a small section of his hair really close to the skin was light blonde. The doctor, trying to lighten the mood, said, "Unless you dye it all to match your new color, you'll be the only person I know with dark hair and light roots." Ignoring the jest, Wyatt said, "But how do we stop this?" "As I said, we need to find out why you decided to become a woman." "I never!" "Well, your subconscious did. At any point did someone you care about or respect suggest that you would be better off if you were more womanly?" Scenes of Wyatt's first experience getting fucked flashed through his head. "Uh, no." "Hmm, maybe your boss recalls something you don't." Before Wyatt could protest, the doctor pressed the intercom button. "Miss Lewis, would you send Miss Adams in?" In a few seconds, Lisa walked in and sat beside Wyatt. After the doctor explained the situation, Lisa said, "Oh, Wyatt, I'm so sorry. If I'd've known," and hugged him. The doctor said, "From this I assume you know what happened?" Lisa started, "A week ago-" But Wyatt interrupted, "Please, no!" "Wyatt, if we're to have any hope of halting or reversing this, the doctor needs to know all the details. If you're worried about him saying anything, you're protected under patient-doctor confidentiality." "Uh, okay." "Doctor, I'm a transsexual with a fully functional penis. Last week, I was fucking Wyatt and made him say that he wanted to 'be my bitch'." "That could do it." "Doctor," Wyatt asked, "couldn't she just say she didn't want me to be a bitch and that would stop it?" "Not quite. The subconscious, once it decides on something, can be very stubborn about giving it up. If she had reacted badly when she first found out, it may have changed things. But just from the concern I have seen her show today, that's not enough anymore." "So what do I do?" "There's something I could suggest, but it's pretty radical therapy." "I'll do anything." "We might be able to halt the process by accelerating it." "Excuse me?" "The problem is that your subconscious is convinced that you have to become a woman. If we do that, make you into a woman, your subconscious may stop the change." "You mean stuff like implants and getting rid of my dick?" "Heavens, no! We're trying to stop the changes, not make them worse. But I am talking making you look like a woman. We'll put you in dresses, skirts, and make-up. That way, whenever you look in the mirror, your subconscious will see a woman and not try to change you any further." "And how long will I have to do this?" "Until you decide to break it off with Miss Adams. And just as a warning, you cannot decide to break it off due to your changes. If you do that, your subconscious desires will still want her and still continue the changes. You must truly want to break it off with her." Lisa asked, "Doctor, what if I decide to break it off with him?" "I didn't want to go into this, but if you have any feelings at all for him, you must NOT, under any circumstances, break it off with him." "Why not?" "The subconscious can be rather simplistic in its reasoning. Right now, it's thinking, 'To be a good lover, I need to be more woman.' If you break it off, his subconscious will think, 'I must not have been a good enough lover,' and will actually accelerate the process in an attempt to get you back." Wyatt asked, "What if she treats me like crap to make me want to leave her faster?" Lisa, shocked, said, "I could never do that." The doctor said, "It'd be a bad idea anyways. The subconscious assumes itself to be the cause of everything that happens to it. It's why an abused woman usually stays with her abuser. Just listen to them. 'He does it because I wasn't trying hard enough,' and other such nonsense. If you were to start treating him badly, his subconscious would just assume he wasn't enough woman to please you and, again, would accelerate the process." Wyatt asked, "So what do I do now?" "Well, I have had dealings with Miss Adams before and she's always been one of the most ladylike women I've met." Lisa said, "Thank you." "You're welcome. I'm suggesting the two of you go out and get Wyatt a new wardrobe. A woman's wardrobe." Wyatt frowned and said, "Okay, I guess I can pack away all my old clothes until this is over." "Oh, no, that's not going to do it. You have to destroy your old clothes." "Why?" "You can't have any hold outs of your old life in your new life. You must get rid of any and all evidence that you ever were anything other than a woman. You must even avoid talking about going back in any part of your life. Once you leave this office, you're not trying to become a woman because you want to go back to being a man. You're trying to become a woman because Lisa wants you to be the best woman you can be." Wyatt gulped. "I have to tell everybody?" "Anybody who asks. People are going to be curious as to why you're changing, MISS Colton. And if your subconscious has any reason to believe you're not doing this for real, and doing this for your lover, it'll continue the changes. It won't be as fast, but it will continue, and we're trying to stop the changes. During your time with Lisa you must devote yourself entirely to the task of being a woman." "Okay." "Now before you leave, schedule a visit in one week for a follow-up with my receptionist." Lisa asked, "What kind of clothes do you want me to get for him, doctor?" "To be blunt, Miss Adams, are you attracted to women at all?" "Oh, yes, doctor. I'm thoroughly bisexual." "Then get clothes that you would want to see a female lover in. That way every time he wears them, he'll know he's pleasing you." "Well, some of that is rather risque and effeminate." "All the better. The less he looks like a man, the more chance his subconscious will stop the changes. Which brings up a point. Under NO circumstances are you to get or wear pants for the duration of your therapy. Not even women's styles. Wear only skirts and dresses." Wyatt protested, "But it's starting to get cold outside. What am I going to do when the temps get below freezing?" "Get a floor length woman's coat and wear things with lower hems." "But-" "Miss Colton, you don't have to do anything I'm suggesting. But you tell me you want to stop the changes and I'm telling you what, in my professional opinion, will do that." "Okay." "Are there any other questions?" Wyatt shook his head. "Then I'll see you next week." Wyatt and Lisa left the office together. After scheduling next week's appointment, Lisa took him straight to a salon in the mall across the street. Inside she whispered to him, "This is a very high-priced salon. Normally, you can't get an appointment without a referral, much less arrange a walk-in. Lucky for you I come here all the time. Go up to the desk and tell them you want to look at the book of styles. They'll probably hand you the men's book. Ask for the women's book. And don't forget what you'll want to tell them if they ask why." Wyatt nodded and went up to the desk and did as Lisa suggested, hoping they wouldn't ask. But, just as Lisa predicted, they handed him the men's book, then asked why when he asked for the women's book. He almost lied and said he was helping to pick out a style for his girlfriend, but mustered his courage and said, "I want to become the best woman I can be so as to please my girlfriend." The woman gave him a strange look, but handed him the book. He looked through the book until Lisa came back, then pointed out the style he wanted. She frowned. "Oh, no, that's far too unisex. Let me see." She took the book from him. As she looked through the book, she muttered. "Too bad your hair isn't longer. Most of the best, really womanly styles, at least the ones I like, require long hair." Finally, she came to one and said, "Here we go!" and took him and the book to the desk. The woman looked at him and said, "You realize this is not only a woman's style, but a permanent? If you get this it'll take a while before you can change it." Wyatt managed to say, "That's okay." The woman just shrugged. She took him in back and set him in a chair to wait for his stylist. About five minutes later, the stylist came in and went right to work. Laying back in the chair, there was no way for Wyatt to hide his tits, but the stylist said nothing as he changed his hair style to a far more effeminate style. It took far longer than Wyatt was used to. Before all he did was come in, snip, snip, and he was finished. Now he was sat down, strange solutions were rubbed into his hair, curlers, clamps, and other things were put into his hair. He lost track of time, and even fell asleep. When he awoke, Lisa was standing over him. "Good morning, Wyatt. Well, early evening, actually. While you slept, I had them do your nails as well. But it's late, and we need to get to a clothing store if we're to get your new wardrobe." Wyatt looked down at his hand, and saw that he now had long, red nails. He assumed they were those press-on types he saw in stores, but then thought it more likely that they were something more expensive considering where they were. As he got up, he noticed that his shoes and socks were off and his toenails had been done as well, although they were no longer than they had been before. He got up and looked around for his shoes and socks, but saw only his shoes. He called out to Lisa, and asked about his socks. "Sorry, I forgot. I threw them out." Wyatt got a shocked look on his face. "Relax. It's just time for your first sojourn into feminine attire." Lisa pulled out a pair of stockings from her purse. "I always keep a spare pair on me in case I get a run." Wyatt took the stockings and made a stupid mistake (at least from the standpoint of those in the know about stockings). He grabbed the stockings by their entry and tried to pull them on like socks. He barely got them half way onto his foot before they started to snag on his toenails. Lisa grabbed his arms stopping him from trying to just yank them on. "Oh, no, dearie, stop." She sighed. "Haven't you ever watched a woman put on stockings before?" Wyatt shook his head. "Pity. Watching a woman coat her leg in a stocking, even an inexpensive one, can be an exciting sight. Let me show you." Lisa sat down, undid the clasps on her garter, rolled the stocking down her leg, and pulled it off. "This is the first thing you want to do with your nylons, roll them into a donut shape." She pushed her toes back into the stocking and slowly rolled it back up her leg. As she did, she used her hands to sensually stroke her leg. When the nylon was all the way up her legs, she gently took the tops in her fingertips and stretched her leg up and out, pulling the stocking as she did. With her leg fully extended, she ran her hands over it one more time, then reattached her garters. Wyatt, his dick hard as a rock in his pants, said, "Thanks," wondering why he had never seen his wife put on her stockings like that. Probably because he had never really been interested in his wife's clothing, only in getting her out of them. -- "This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?" "Sure. I just like T.V. better." 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