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Subject: {ASSM} Wyatt's Fate (TG) [2/5]
Date: Tue,  4 Dec 2001 23:10:05 -0500
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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

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DISCLAIMERS

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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 
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This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
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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.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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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."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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