Archive-name: Changes/pi.txt

Archive-author: Karen Albright

Archive-title: Private Investigation, A





PROLOGUE



There are many parts of society that remain shrouded in mystery, and the

world of private investigators is just such a part of society.  Its

players remain largely unknown outside their clients, their counterparts,

the police, and other restricted groups of people.  Clinton Crayle had

been an exception to that generalization.  While his ability to dealing

with kinky sex crimes was a very special area, he was generally known for

those exploits.  Currently, however, the problem facing the community was

that no one knew where he was.  He had not been seen or heard from for

over a year, and that left a small, but significant, group of "problems"

without solution.



 A young private investigator, Joseph Wilcox, tried to step into

Mr. Crayle's shoes, and fill this need.



JOE WILCOX, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR



My name is Joseph Wilcox, as a private investigator with 5 years

experience I felt that I had the skills to prosper in this specialized

"Market".  To get a start, I had researched as much of Crayle's work as I

could find, which was very little because most of Crayle's clients

required absolute secrecy.  I had located the names of only a few people

who had met him, including a woman named Evelyn Traynor.  Those who had

been willing to talk to me told me of many cases that Crayle had resolved

by masquerading very convincingly as a woman, but my only clues as to how

Crayle accomplished that feat were that the woman named Traynor had

helped, and no-one had seen or heard from her for over a year either.



I have some of the traits that made Clinton Crayle successful.  I am a

slight man, with a boyish face and light facial hair.  Lacking a resource

like Traynor, I spent a some time "undercover" in the transvestite

community to learn some of the secrets that they had used.  In the

process, I had located a few sources of ideas and a few stores that

catered to transvestites.



Even though this was little to start with, I let it be known that I was

capable of handling the kinds of cases that Crayle specialized in, and I

waited for the business to build.



AN OPPORTUNITY



Initially, my efforts turned into a few cases of proving adultery for

divorce cases, and finding run-away girls who had turned to prostitution.

These had paid well, but had required no talents beyond those that any

good private investigator might possess.  Undaunted, I continued to seek

strange kinds of cases, and was finally rewarded with a curiously cryptic

message on my answering machine one afternoon.  The message was simply to

please call a Samantha Edgars, the private secretary of the head-mistress

of a very small, private girls college in an adjoining county.  I knew

little about the school, and could not find out anything easily, so I

simply returned the call.  I was rewarded with a very alluring voice on

the other end.



"Good morning, Highland Forest Academy", she said.



"Hello.  I am Joe Wilcox" I replied.  "How may I help you"



"Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she responded. "Miss Abernathy is expecting your call.

Please hold while I tell her you are on the line."



There was a momentary pause, and an equally alluring voice said "Good

Morning Mr. Wilcox.  I am Edith Abernathy, the headmistress of The

Academy, and I desperately need to talk with you.  Can you meet with me

this afternoon?"



I did not want to appear without work, but I knew that I could not pass up

this opportunity. "I have a busy afternoon, but I believe that I can make

time.  When would you like to meet?"



"I will be finished with our regular lunch period at 1:00 PM." She

replied.  "Can we meet then?"



"Certainly!" I answered.  "I will see you then."



Not wanting to appear ignorant, I did not even ask for directions to the

school, and I soon found out that it was difficult to locate.  I finally

found it with the help of an old friend in the tax assessment office.

There I learned that the Academy was located on a huge, wooded parcel of

land about 25 miles away.  The only access was via a small, back country

road that led North from town.  Lacking more data, I left immediately in

the hopes of learning more about the school.



The drive was not difficult, even though the roads were poorly maintained

once they left the main highway.  I soon saw a small sign that indicated

that the school was just a short distance away, so I slowed down. In about

a mile, I noticed a high, chain link fence, with a barbed wire top.  It

emerged from the woods, turned, and ran along the right side of the road.

I followed it for at least a mile until I saw a large, brick gateway.  The

top of the gateway said "Highland Forest Academy". I got out of the car,

and walked toward the gate to a small box that said "Phone".  I opened it,

and followed the instructions for dialing. After a short discussion with

someone at the other end of the phone, the name Ms. Abernathy got some

action.



I returned to my car, and had barely started the motor when the gates

slowly opened.  I drove through, and noted that they immediately closed

behind me.  I followed the road through the forest for at least a half a

mile until it opened onto a beautiful open area, with a number of Gothic

granite buildings at the other end.  To one side, there were three playing

fields with soccer and field hockey goals, and a well developed running

track.



One of the buildings was next to the fields, and looked like a gymnasium.

The one next to it, with its clock tower and tall windows, appeared to be

the classrooms and administrative areas, and the others one must have been

dormitories for the students.



I parked my car in the small parking area, I straightened my tie, grabbed

my brief case, and walked toward the front door of the middle building.

It and had a crest above the door that said, "Discipline leads to

knowledge".



Inside the door was a small listing of offices that indicated that Ms.

Abernathy's office was on the first floor, to the right, so I immediately

went there. Inside the door, I was met by a strikingly beautiful blond.

"Hello Mr. Wilcox.  Ms. Abernathy is expecting you."



"Thank you" I responded as she led me to a large door to one side of the

office.  She knocked, and I could barely hear some sort of response.  The

girl opened the door, and I had a view of a very large room, very

tastefully decorated in Victorian furniture and fixtures.  We walked

inside, and the woman gestured to the left.  There was an empty desk, some

chairs, and a couch. Pointing to the couch, the secretary said "Please

have a seat.  Miss Abernathy will be right with you."



Very quickly, I heard the adjoining door begin to open, and I stood up.

As I did, an even more beautiful woman entered the room.  She was dressed

in a severe business suit, with long, straight blond hair, five inch

stiletto heeled shoes, and a body that looked sexy even in the formal

suit. "Good afternoon Mr. Wilcox.  I am Edith Abernathy.  Thank you for

making time to talk with me."



"It is my pleasure", I replied.



"Please sit down and let me explain the situation", she responded.  She

walked quickly toward the couch and sat down beside him. "Mr.  Wilcox, do

you know anything about Highland Forest Academy?" she asked.



"No, I don't." I replied. "Even though I tried to learn out about it."



"Well!", she replied.  "Highland Forest Academy is a very special sort of

college.  We provide schooling and training for the daughters of a select

few very wealthy families.  We specialize in "evolving" these ladies into

very beautiful women, with tremendous poise and character.  As you can

guess, their parents do not want anyone to know that their daughters have

undergo such training, so everything that we do is surrounded with great

care and secrecy.  That is why there is such high security to enter the

campus."



"I see", I replied.  "But, what kind of training do you provide?"



"I will tell you in good time!" she snapped.  "Please let me finish!



I was startled by her abrupt tone, particularly coming from such a

beautiful woman, so I rested back against the couch and listened.



"My reason for calling you has to do with a seeming problem in our

security", she continued.  "You see, three of our students have

disappeared."



"Oh" I replied cautiously.



"Yes." she replied.  "Even with our tight security, three ladies could not

be located at roll-call last Monday morning.  We conducted a search of the

campus, but have been unable to find any clues as to their location.  As

you can guess, we will loose our reputation as an institution of extreme

discretion if we can not locate these ladies.  Their parents have made a

tremendous investment in their future here at Highland Forest, and they

will surely sue us into bankruptcy if we can not locate their daughters."



 "I can understand", I commented.  "When were they last seen?"



 "They were present for the bed-check on Sunday night." she replied.  "But

they were gone the next morning before breakfast."



"I can understand your problem, before we continue, I have a lot to learn

about your school," I commented.  "Can we start with a quick tour of the

grounds."



 "Certainly", she replied.  "Samantha can take you around the campus."

She stood up, moved quickly to the intercom on her desk, and said

"Samantha, please take Mr. Wilcox for a tour."  As she moved, I could only

marvel at her tremendous beauty.  Her striking figure made even a woman's'

business suit look alluring, and her beautiful face, with pouting lips,

was almost an open invitation to kiss.  I felt an erection straining in my

pants as I sat there.



Samantha Edgar walked into the room, and talked quietly with Ms.

Abernathy.  She too, was incredibly beautiful.  She and Edith exchanged

glances, and she came back to the couch.  "Will you please come with me?"

She asked.



I stood up quickly. Fearing that my now raging erection might be apparent,

I held my coat in front of myself as I moved away from the couch.  "It

would be my pleasure," I answered.



 "Samantha will give you a quick tour of the campus," Edith commented.

"Then we should discuss how you might help us."





 THE SCHOOL



I was having difficulty keeping from staring at Samantha Edgar as I

followed her out of the room.  She said "Please follow me and we can go

through this building quickly."



 Trying to concentrate on the school was very difficult with Samantha with

me, but I tried to remember details as we walked down the hall.  The first

floor contained mostly offices of various administrative functions.  I saw

doors with titles like "Dean of Academics", Dean of Students", Security",

"Admissions", "Finance", Buildings and Grounds", and "Food services".  All

of the doors were open, and in those that I could look into, I saw sparse

offices, with incredibly beautiful secretaries.  In both the Security and

the Buildings and Grounds offices, the secretaries were talking with other

striking women.  From the outside, the building had seemed to have long

corridors extending toward the back, but the main hall ended at a large

door.  "This is the Dining Hall," Samantha commented as she opened the

huge doors.



 Inside, there was a large room, equipped as a dining hall should be.  The

menu selections posted near the door all contained calorie data beside

each selection, but nothing seemed worthy of note.



 We left the dining room, and walked toward the other end of the main

hall.  After passing the main entrance, the hall contained more

administrative offices, and another large door at the end.  This one had a

sign "Medical Clinic."



 Samantha opened the door, and there was a small waiting room, with a

nurse sitting at the desk.  She, like the rest of the women that I had

seen, was strikingly beautiful.  Samantha turned, and left the room before

I could ask if the clinic took up the whole side of the building.



 We walked up a set of stairs, and down the long halls.  Here, the halls

extended in a large U shape, with class rooms, each carefully numbered,

arranged on each side.  It was in the middle of classes, so most rooms

were occupied.  The few that were open were very well equipped, I noticed

that none of the rooms seemed to have more that about 10 chairs around the

tables.



 Only one room had a teacher at her desk, but she, like all others he had

seen, was beautiful.



We descended via stairs at the middle of the hall, and left the building

through the front door.  Once outside, she turned toward the large

building that had been on the right as I entered.  "Let's go to the

gymnasium next," she commented.



The gymnasium, was pretty much what I had expected.  I also noticed three

large exercise rooms, and two rooms with mirrored walls and a bar for

dancing practice.  What surprised me most was the huge, fully equipped

exercise room with Nautilus machines, and weights.



The dormitory also was pretty much what I expected.  While we did not

leave the lobby, Samantha explained that each suite held two girls, and

each floor had a teacher living there to keep things "running smoothly".

The lobby contained a large TV, several couches, and some vending

machines.  As we left, Samantha commented, "All 200 of our students live

here.  Even local students must stay on campus while they are in school."



 As we entered the main building again, a loud buzzer rang, and the sound

level increased dramatically. "The classes change rooms by grade,"

Samantha commented.  "The younger ones move first, then the older

classes."



 As we stood outside the main office, I was impressed with the order of

the students as they moved between classes.  As subsequent bells rang, I

began to notice that, while all of the girls were attractive, each class

seemed to be more beautiful than the last.



 Back in the office of Ms. Abernathy, I pulled up a chair before her desk.

"Well, what do you think about the school?" she asked.



 "I am impressed," I responded.  "Your facilities are all well planned,

and the students seem very well behaved."



 "Thank you," she replied.  "We believe that we provide a unique

environment to help young women mature into beautiful ladies."



 "Please tell me more about the school's training," I asked.



 Ms. Abernathy paused for a moment, and then spoke with carefully chosen

words.  "The parents of our students are all very wealthy.  They demand

the best of everything, and we try to please them.  We provide a very

rigorous education for all grades.  We are, in fact, regularly at the top

of the state for National Merit Finalists, even with a very small student

body."



"That is admirable," I commented.  "They all seem to be exceptionally

beautiful ladies."



 Ms. Abernathy paused again.  "One of our other strengths is our training

in poise and manners," she replied.  "We require strict dietary control,

vigorous exercise, and extensive figure training as a part of every

students' ongoing life at Highland Forest.  We even provide limited

cosmetic surgery and advice for families who believe that their child

needs special attention."



 She paused for a third time, then said "Well Mr. Wilcox, can you help us

find our missing children?"



 I thought for a minute, and replied, "Yes, but I will need a day or two

to obtain some data."  I paused again, trying to think as fast as I could.

"Do you have pictures of the missing girls?" I asked.



 "Yes," she replied, as she pulled a small envelope from her desk.  They

were three very beautiful girls, just like all that I had seen.



I took the envelope, "Thank you, I will return this once I solve the case.

One other matter," I said as I thought. "I will need to have one of my

employees admitted to your school.   I believe that she looks young enough

that she can fit right into your student body.  Can that be arranged?"



Ms. Abernathy looked concerned, but she replied, "Well, I believe that we

can allow that if there is no other way.  We will have to require that

your employee abide by all of our rules and regulations."



 "Certainly," I responded.  "She must appear to be just an ordinary

student.  One thing that would help would be if she could use the room and

all of the clothing of one of the missing girls."



 Again, she paused. "I believe that that can be arranged.  Your employee

must be young looking, and about 5' 6" in height."



 I almost sighed in relief.  Now a plan was beginning to form in my mind.

"I will call you tomorrow to arrange for the new student," I said.  "I

believe that I know just the right person for this work."



 "Fine, just bill us for your fees when you find the girls," she commented

as she stood up. "I hope that you realize how important it is to us to

find out the breach in our security.  We will loose our students, and our

reputation, if word of this disappearance gets out.  You, and your

employees, must maintain absolute secrecy in this matter."



"Don't worry, you can count on me to help you," I commented as I left the

room.



 THE PLAN



 Back in my office, I began to think about ways to solve the Academy case.

I thought to himself, "how would Crayle have solved this?" The obvious

answer was that Crayle would have disguised himself as a girl, and gone to

the school as a student.  That sounded easy, but how could I do that?  I

increased my research into possible ways.



 One clue that I had found from my studies of Crayle's methods was a name,

NB Enterprises.  I had no idea what it was, so I looked it up in the phone

book, found an address, and drove past it.



 NB Enterprises turned out to be a small office in an older building in

the business district.  I parked my car, and went to the office.  Inside,

I found nothing but a small office, with a beautiful receptionist.  I had

no idea what they did, so I decided to try a ploy.  "Good afternoon," I

said to the receptionist.  "You were recommended to me by a Mr. Crayle."



She looked at me and replied, "Certainly, please have a seat. What was

your name?"



"Wilcox, Joseph Wilcox," I replied.



She then typed something into the small computer on her desk, waited for

its response, and then made a quick phone call.  She then turned back to

me and said, "Are you here to get some M/X?"



 M/X must have meant Metacalpholate-X I thought.  That was one of the

things that I had heard vague references to that Crayle used for my

disguises.  "Yes," I replied.



 She disappeared for at least 5 minutes, and then returned with a small

box.  She opened it carefully, checked its contents, and then turned to

me.  "This is the latest batch Mr. Wilcox.  We have made substantial

changes since we last sold it to Mr. Crayle."



 "Oh," I responded.  "What are those differences?"



 She looked at me quizzically, and answered, "As we told him, we have

separated the product into different compounds, and it took a lot of work

to do that.  The old M/X used to provide three effects at once,

development of secondary female sexual characteristics in a male,

enhancement of certain of those characteristics such as breast size, and

significant enhancement of female sexual drive, even in a male."



"With this batch, the first compound, M/X-2 provides just secondary female

sexual characteristics, similar to an extended female hormone dosage.

Breasts develop, hair grows longer, fat displaces to the hips and breasts

from the waist, the voice becomes higher, and body hair decreases.  In

addition, with this batch, the penis and scrotum change shape to perfectly

imitate a female vagina, complete with clitoris, and labia, that can take

a full sized penis exactly like a woman, and provide climaxes like a

woman's.  The resulting physical changes are to the figure of an averagely

proportioned woman, with a thin waist, normal hips, and about a 34A bust."



"The second compound enhances certain characteristics, primarily breast

size.  It enlarges breasts on both women, and M/X converted males,

proportional to the amount administered.  It must be used with care.  A

little will produce substantial changes."



    "The third compound provides the same increases in sexual drive that

the old M/X developed.  Again, be careful of the dosage.  Results are

proportional to the amount administered."



"The final vial is Metacalpholate-Y, the antidote of M/X.  This will

reverse all of the changes that M/X makes. Just be sure that M/Y never

mixes with either of the other three," she continued. "It must always be

administered separately, from its own syringe.  If it mixes, the results

are unpredictable, but we believe that it will both multiply the effects

of the other three, and also substantially prolong their duration.

Instead of the 3 to 4 months of changes normally experienced with M/X, the

changes seem to last much longer, possibly permanently."



 "Well, I will have to be very careful," I said.  "What is the price?"



 "$4,000 for this dosage," she replied quickly.



 I gulped, but I had no choice.  There was no other way that I knew to

solve the case, so I paid and quickly left the office.  Now I had a way to

get into the school.



Back at my office, I called Ms. Abernathy and told her that my "employee",

Megan Cartright, would be the new student that I had suggested.  I

suggested that she be a Senior at the school, because the missing girls

were all Seniors.  I said that Megan would be at the school the following

Sunday to start classes.  She would arrive in a chauffeured limousine at

about 2:00 PM.  Ms. Abernathy agreed.



I also asked that the clothes of the missing girls be sent immediately to

my office, as well as their luggage.  Ms. Abernathy agreed, and a small

van appeared within 2 hours with 6 trunks of girls clothes and school

uniforms.



 With all of the clothes, I now had a plan in place.   I hoped to do some

additional investigations of the missing girls' parents and then I could

get to work.



By Friday, I had found little about the families of the missing girls

other than having memorized their pictures.  I only knew that they all

lived over 500 miles away from the school.  I was running out of time, and

I knew that I would need time to adapt to my disguise, so I stopped that

afternoon, and prepared for my change.



 MEGAN CARTRIGHT



 I opened the box from ND Enterprises with caution.  Inside I found a

small case carefully packed with 4 vials, and 2 syringes.  The vials were

marked M/X-2, MX Enhancer, Behavior Modifier, and M/Y.  One syringe was

marked M/X, and the other M/Y.



 My plan was to start with just the M/X-2.  I did not want to stand out

from the rest of the class, and I wanted to see all of the training that

Highland Forest provided.  With that in mind, I read the enclosed dosage

information, determined that for my body weight, and for average

development I required 250 units, and filled the M/X syringe with that

much M/X.  I was scared, and my hands shook as I carefully took the

syringe and injected its contents into my right hip.  Then I undressed and

sat on my bed to await the change.



 The drug seemed to feel warm as it spread throughout my body, but

initially I felt nothing else, then I became very sleepy, and lost

consciousness.



 I awoke with a start.  The clock beside the bed said 11:35 PM.  I had

been asleep for almost 4 hours.  I moved slowly in bed and everything felt

different, but I could not describe how it felt different.



The first thing that I noticed was that I had long hair that moved on my

shoulders as I moved my head.  I reached up to touch it, and saw that it

was light blond.  I then sat up, and felt my chest move as I did.  Again I

reached up, and touched breasts on my chest.  The amazing part of the

sensation was the warmth that spread throughout my body as my hands

touched my new, large nipples.  I looked down and saw two average sized

boobs.



I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stood up.  I felt a new

center of gravity, with new weight on my chest, and enlarged hips as I

moved toward a mirror.  The mirror showed a slight, attractive girl, who

could have been anywhere from 17 to 25 years old.  She had a slim waist,

an attractive face, slim hands and feet, prominent but not large boobs,

long blond hair, wide hips, and just a triangle of hair between her legs.

Instinctively, I reached between my legs.  The change was complete.  My

fingers went into a slit between my legs, and a new, pleasant sensation

spread over my body again.  I was both excited and afraid.  I was now a

complete woman to anyone but a doctor who had performed a complete

physical exam.  This was a perfect disguise, but I was afraid that I could

not carry it off.  The new sensations were so alien to me that I had to

sit down for a bit and rest.



I then went to the 6 trunks, and began to look at the clothes in them.  I

quickly found that 1 of the girls was too small, so I closed her trunks

and used the trunks that belonged to the remaining 2. They contained all

sorts of girls clothes which I quickly sorted into piles.  Feeling

exposed, I first picked out a pair of panties and a bra and put them on.

It felt funny to be wearing girls' clothing, but I knew that I had no

other way to solve the case.



Wearing just bra and panties, I looked sexy even to himself.  They felt

smooth as I pulled them on, and the support that the bra provided, once I

got it on, made me feel less off balance.  It felt so strange to see

myself as a girl in the mirror.



I then concentrated on the other clothes.  I initially tried the school

uniforms.  They were white blouses, short plaid skirts, white stockings,

and loafers.  The uniform made me look exactly like all of the girls that

I had seen changing classes the day I had been at the school.  What a

strange feeling to look into a mirror and see a young girl looking back!



Next, I tried the casual clothing.  It included only skirts, blouses,

sweaters, and a few simple dresses.  I could find no slacks at all.

Again, they were easy to wear and comfortable.



The dressy clothes were more difficult to wear.  I had to master wearing

pantyhose, slips, and strapless dresses before I felt that I had tried

them all out.  The most difficult items were the high heeled shoes.  I

found that they fit, but were difficult to get used to.  I finally took

off the last dress, but left the shoes on just to practice.



 I looked at the clock.  It read 3:00AM.  It was getting late, so I found

a nightgown, and pulled it on.  The silky feeling as is slid on was great,

and I felt the warm feeling between my legs again as I finally got into

bed.



 The bright sun of mid-day finally awoke me, and I was initially startled

at my condition, until I remembered what I had done the previous day.  I

got up and took a shower, and put the nightgown back on.  I pulled on the

high heels to practice some more.  They were very hard to get used to, and

I constantly stumbled as I walked around my house. I then spent almost 2

hours practicing with the makeup that was in the trunk.  I was not very

successful, so I decided to use minimal amounts, and let the school teach

me how to use it.  With that in mind, I put on some subdued lipstick, and

some fingernail polish and considered that enough for now.  Then I spent a

few minutes in front of the mirror, combing my long hair.



I began to like the smooth feel of the nightgown, and the sensation of it

rubbing against my new, big nipples was erotic.  As I went about the task

of closing up my house, and choosing and packing my new clothes, I

gradually learned to walk well in the high heels.  I figured that I had to

overcome that obstacle before arriving at school.  I carefully selected

the clothes that I felt looked best, and packed them in 2 trunks. The

first items that I put into the trunk were the vials and syringes from NB

Enterprises.  I concealed them, and some additional "tools of the trade"

like a very small camera, in a false bottom that I had put into one of the

trunks.  I also spent some time watching old movies with attractive woman

stars to learn some feminime mannerisms.



***



 That night, I slept better, and awoke early on Sunday morning.  I spent

some time cleaning up the house, and practicing with the leftover make-up.

By about 11:00 AM, I had pretty well closed up the house and packed.  I

had no idea how long I would be away, so the mail was on hold, the paper

was stopped, the utilities were paid for the next 6 months, and the  heat

was turned down.  I could not decide what to wear, but with a 1:00PM

arrival of a limousine, I finally decided on a rather dressy outfit, with

skirt and coat, over a lacy blouse.  I loved the feel of the pantyhose,

and the slip, as I pulled them on, and the suit looked very expensive.  I

used very little make-up, just some lipstick and nail polish, and I felt

ready for my new life as a college student.  As I looked at myself in the

mirror, I could feel a stirring between my legs as my male needs began to

react to the attractive girl I had become.



HIGHLAND FOREST ACADEMY



 The limousine arrived, and the driver loaded the 2 trunks into the back.

He seemed attracted to me as he held the door, and I was surprised at my

new, high voice as I said "Thank you."



 At 2:00PM, the limousine pulled up at the Highland Forest administration

building. I was initially concerned about what would happen then, but Ms.

Abernathy quickly appeared from the building door.  The driver opened the

door and Ms. Abernathy said "Hello," as I climbed discretely from the car.

I was afraid that he might recognize me, but that did not prove to be a

problem.



 "Hello," I said in the new, high voice. "I am Megan Cartright."



 "Mr. Wilcox said that you would be coming. We are glad to have

you," Ms. Abernathy replied.  "Let me take you to your room." She walked

slowly toward one of the dormatories.  "Did Mr. Wilcox tell you of our

problem?"



 "Yes Mam," I replied.  "He also explained how sensitive

the issue is to the school.  I am sure that we can solve your problem."



 We entered the front door of one dormitory, and climbed a set of stairs

to one side.  On the second floor, we entered the main hall and walked to

the end door.  Ms. Abernathy knocked and a beautiful woman opened the

door.  "This is the new student, Megan Cartright.  Megan, this is Ms.

Wallace, the teacher who lives on this floor."



 "Hello Megan," she responded.  "Won't you both come in for a

moment."



 "Hello, Mam," I responded politely as I followed Ms. Abernathy

into the apartment. "I am pleased to meet you."



 "Ms. Wallace teaches gymnastics," Ms. Abernathy commented.  "She

is in charge of this floor.  If you have any problems, she can help you."



 "Yes," Ms. Wallace responded.  "Once you get settled, please come down so

that we can talk."



 "Thank you, I will," I responded as we turned and left.



 At the other end of the hall, Ms. Abernathy stopped at a closed

door, numbered 238.  She knocked, and a voice said "Please come in."



She opened the door, and a beautiful young woman in a skirt and

blouse stood up from her chair.  She was statuesque, with large breasts

thrusting against the silk blouse, and beautiful legs.  Her hair was

perfectly styled and cut, and her make-up was perfect.  "Stephanie

Hickock, this is Megan Cartright."



"Hello," Stephanie replied.  "Welcome to Highland Forest.  I heard that

you would be coming and have been expecting you."



 "I am pleased to meet you," I replied.  I stepped into the

room, and saw that it was a sitting area, with adjoining bed rooms on both

sides.  My trunks were sitting inside the door of one of the rooms.



Ms. Abernathy turned to go and said "Megan, dinner is at 6:00PM, I

am sure that Stephy can help you get settled.  We are glad that you

decided to come to our school".



"Thank you Ms. Abernathy," I replied.



I was getting more concerned about how to act among these

beautiful girls, and I was afraid that my male drives would ruin my

disguise. I had no idea what they would talk about, or be interested in.

Initially, I decided to spend some time putting things into my room, so I

started arranging clothes in the dresser and closets I found.  "Let me

know if I can help," Stephy called from the next room.  "We all put our

trunks under the beds."



"Thanks, but I am OK,' I responded as I finished the first trunk

and opened the second. I unpacked it, and pushed it under the bed.  I then

undressed, hung up my suit, and put on a casual skirt and sweater.  The

sight of myself, a grown man, in bra and bikini panties, with a beautiful

feminine figure was confusing to me.  It felt good to take off the high

heels, and put on the comfortable loafers, but  I felt tremendously torn

between my desire to solve this case, and my fears of having to live this

new life. I really had no choice at this point, so I checked my hair,

brushed it a little, took a deep breath, and walked into the sitting room.

"Well, that is finished," I commented idly.  "Now maybe I can rest."



 "Where are you from, Megan?" Stephy asked.



 "From a New York suburb in New Jersey," I responded as I sat down.  "How

about you?"



 "From the West Coast of Oregon," Stephy answered.  "We are both a long

way from home.  Did your parents come with you?"



"No," I answered.  "They are divorced.  I took a plane here

myself, and Dad arranged for a limo at the airport."



We chatted idly for a while, and I became more comfortable with Stephy,

but I still had to be careful of my mannerisms so that they would not give

me away.  As long as the talk stayed with current music, clothes, and

school, I was comfortable.  When Stephy began to talk about boys, I felt

uncomfortable, but tried not to seem disturbed.  Suddenly, a knock at the

door prompted a "Please come in," from Stephy.  Then Ms. Wallace walked

in.  "Hello Ms.  Wallace," Stephy responded.



 "Hello Ms. Wallace," I said also.



"Hello girls," he answered.  "Megan, why not come to my apartment

for a while."



"Yes, Mam," I answered as I stood up, remembered to smooth my

skirt as I stood up, and walked out of the room.  Stephy was smiling.



 "Megan, I will explain some of the rules to you," Ms.  Wallace

began.  "You have started late and have missed the orientation that the

other girls had in the late summer.  There is really not much to learn,

but we are firm in our requirements.  Remember, we are training you to be

a beautiful, poised woman, and that requires a certain amount of

discipline. We have a dress code," she continued.  "During school hours,

you must wear a full school uniform.  For dinner, you must dress up in

dressy clothes of your choosing. Any infraction is punishable at the

discretion of the faculty member who finds out that you are not fully

dressed.  After dinner, and on the weekends, casual wear, such as you have

on now, is permissible, as long as it is discrete.  Occasionally, we have

a formal party, and you must wear a formal gown then.  Do you have any

questions about this so far?"



 "No, Mam," I answered.



"Good," she replied.  "On Monday, you will receive a short

physical examination to see what exercises and diet are warranted, but

from your current condition, I think that you are in pretty good shape.

Then, our finishing school instructors will interview you, and recommend

improvements in your appearance and clothing.  New clothing and other

improvement actions are entirely financed by the school.  I think that

this is the area where we will need to do some work."



 "What ever you say Ms. Wallace," I answered.



 "Academically we are most demanding.  Your class schedule is determined

by your class, so you will be taking the regular Senior classes," she

continued. "We require participation in at least one sport each season.

You can pick your favorite from those available.  Athletics are from

3:30PM to 5:00PM.   You have 30 Minutes to dress,

and then dinner is at 6:00PM. Stephy can help you with all of this.  Is

that OK?"



"Yes Mam," I responded.  I was becoming more concerned about what

I was getting into.  After all, Crayle had done this many times, but this

was my first attempt at such a disguise.



 "It is almost time for dinner," Ms. Wallace remarked. "You had

better go back to your room and get dressed."



As I walked back to my room, I thought about the past two days.  I

was having trouble getting my roles straight.  The new sensations of the

M/X induced changes, my new breasts, my new voice, and my virtual

imprisonment at the school all concerned me.  This was compounded by my

sudden need to learn to act as a young woman.  I was worried that someone

would find out who I really was, and then I would not be able to solve

this lucrative case.  On the other hand, I could not stop being amazed to

see and feel myself in girls' clothing.  The arousal that I felt when I

saw my new breasts, and the different feelings of the new clothing all

compounded my confusion.



Stephy and I talked some more, but by about 5:30, Stephy stopped talking

and said, "It is time to dress for dinner."



 "What should I wear," I asked.



 "We must dress up for dinners, let me pick it out for you," Stephy

answered as he walked into my bedroom.  "Where did you hang your clothes?"



I pointed them out to Stephy, and she picked a low cut cocktail

dress, and high heeled, black shoes.  From the dresser, she picked

panties, a tight girdle, an underwire bra, a slip, and pantyhose.  "This

is the way we dress for dinner.  During the day, you do not need the slip,

the pantyhose, and the high heels, but you must wear the school uniform of

skirt and blouse with white stockings and low brown shoes. For class, the

nametag goes on the pocket of your blouse."



I dressed quickly. What a strange feeling to again see woman's

breasts on my chest, and to be wearing a dressy woman's clothing.  I was

surprised at how attractive I looked in the dress that Stephy had picked,

and I liked the sensations of the smooth slip as I pulled it over my body.

The dress left the tops of my breasts exposed, with a slight edging of

lace at the top.  The silk material, with a tailored waist, emphasized my

slim waist and my hips.  The girdle was very uncomfortable, but I knew I

had no choice but to wear it.



We both left the room and started to walk out of the dorm to the

administrative building.  As we did, we were met by many other girls, all

well dressed.  Stephy introduced me to many of them, all of them

beautifully made-up, and generously endowed.  I felt that I looked like a

youngster next to these beautiful women, yet, they were all supposed to be

college seniors, not fashion models.  I was concerned that I did not have

on much make-up, and I was obviously not as well endowed as my classmates.



 Dinner was at long tables, with Ms. Wallace at one end of ours.

The girls took turns being waiters for the various courses, and I and

Stephy both cleaned the tables after dinner was done.  Ms. Wallace

motioned to me and we walked to her once the tables were cleaned.  "I have

made appointments with the clinic for a physical tomorrow morning, and a

finishing interview right after lunch.  You should go to classes with

Stephy because roommates always take the same classes.  That makes

studying easier."



 "It is late, we had better hurry to our room before it is 7:00PM," Stephy

said suddenly, so we turned and walked quickly to the dorm.



We put on casual clothes, and at 7:00 promptly, Stephy went into

her room, and began to study.  I sat in the sitting area and read a book

that was sitting there.  It was about make-up techniques and appearance

tips.



Suddenly, the door opened, and Ms. Wallace walked in.  She looked

into Stephy's room, and motioned for me to go into my room.  "That is a

good book for you, but we all study in our own rooms," She announced as he

left.



All was quiet for a moment, but then Stephy whispered, "She can be

a real bitch," from the other room.  I stayed silent as I read the book.

Again, mixed feelings of being trapped in the body of a young girl flooded

over me as I read.  There I was, dressed in a skirt and blouse, and there

was so much that I did not know that I was afraid that I would tip-off the

faculty at the school.  More importantly, I was beginning to like the

feelings I had while I was dressed as a girl, and that scared me.



THE FUN BEGINS



At 11:00, Stephy left her room, and put some music on her tape

player.  It was a currently popular group, so I at least knew its name.

We chatted for a while, and then two girls appeared at the door.  "Hi

Cindy and Leslie," Stephy said.  "Did you meet Megan at dinner?"



 "No," said the taller one.  "Hello, I am Cindy Jacobson, and this

is Leslie Harken.  We are in the room next door, 240"



 "Hello," I responded.  "Megan Cartright, pleased to meet

you."



They were both as striking as Stephy. We all chatted for a while,

and then had to stop at 11:30 so that we could wash and get ready for bed.

Stephy took off her clothes, except a bra and panties, took a towel and

cosmetic kit from her dresser, and left for the bathroom.  I did the same.

In the bathroom, I could hardly control himself.  There I was, wearing

just a bra and panties, in the midst of 20 giggling, half naked girls,

brushing my teeth.  I could not decide how to get used to it.



A buzzer sounded, and Stephy said, "Only 10 minutes, better get

back to our room."



Back in the room, we put on nightgowns, and talked for a few

minutes.  I was getting used to the idle chatter and giggling that seemed

to be the norm among the girls, and I adapted himself to it as I seemed

able.  Suddenly, another buzzer rang.  "Time to go to sleep," commented

Stephy as he turned off the sitting area light, and walked into her room.

I turned and did the same.



 I turned down the bed clothes, and felt a warm feeling as I slid

into bed in the silky nightgown.  Again, I had trouble reconciling my

normal feelings as a grown man with my new circumstances.  Here I was,

with long hair and breasts, living as a college co-ed, and feeling a

growing warmth between my legs as I thought about it.



I was tired, and quickly fell asleep.  I was just in the middle of

a confusing dream, when I was shaken awake.  It was Cindy standing over

her.  "Time for your initiation," she announced as she pulled me out of

bed.  "Make one sound, and we will be REALLY hard on you," she continued.



 As Cindy pulled me out of the room, I saw about 5 girls,

including Megan, standing quietly in the sitting area.  They all had

smiles on their faces.  "Now it is time to become real friends," Cindy

commented as she pulled my nightgown off.  "We all did this too," Cindy

said as she sat down on the couch, spread her legs apart, and said, "Eat

me 'til I come!"



I did not know how to act.  One part of me looked forward to it,

the other part, my new feminine side, was repelled, but I kneeled down in

front of her, and buried my face in her cunt.  This was nothing new to me,

so I performed well, and quickly heard a quiet moan as she came.  I tried

to stand up, but was pushed down by the next girl, who did the same thing

as Cindy had.  They all seemed almost sex starved.  I felt a continual

stirring in my transformed organ as I serviced them all.



After all of them had been serviced, I tried to stand up, but they tied my

hands and feet, and then tied me to my bed.  Cindy then looked through the

dresser, and pulled out all of the girdles.



 "You must get through the first day without these," she announced.  "We

all did it."



 "But... I have a physical exam tomorrow," I pleaded.



 "Too bad, you will have to fake it." was the reply.  Then they

untied me, and all of them left except Stephy.



"You were great," she commented with a smile.  "We are going to

have fun." Then she turned and left.







                   A PRIVATE INVESTIGATION



                          Part 2



                     By Karen Albright





THE FIRST DAY



 In the morning, I got up, and went into the bathroom with Stephy.

None of the girls from the prior night seemed to say anything special

to me, they all just said, "Good morning Megan," and acted as though

nothing had happened.



 Again, I was torn by the feelings I had showering with all of

these nubile young girls.  I noticed that they all seemed to have Bra

cup sizes much bigger than mine, probably size C to my size A.  I

dressed in a school uniform as quickly as I could, and rushed to

breakfast with Stephy.



 Ms. Wallace was sitting at the breakfast table as the arrived.

"Good morning girls," she announced. "Megan, your physical is at

9:00AM," she continued, "And the finishing interview is at 1:00PM.

Please do not be late."



 We finished breakfast, cleaned up our rooms, and went to classes

together.  The first class was in English, and I was given the

appropriate books, and a very large catch-up assignment.  The class

ended at 8:50, and I went cautiously to the medical clinic.



In the clinic, I waited nervously until the nurse came into the

waiting room.  The nurse led me into an examining room, and told me to

strip to my panties and bra.



 When the nurse got back, she weighed me, measured my height and

hip, waist, and bust measurements.  I looked curiously as she wrote

them down.  My height was 5" 6", but my weight was much reduced to 125

pounds.  My measurements were 35-26-35. She then took a small blood

sample, and a urine sample, and then told me to get dressed again.



 Once clothed, I walked to the waiting room and waited for the

nurse to return.  She did so, along with a beautiful woman in a white

smock who was obviously a doctor.  The doctor looked at the data

collected and mentioned something about scheduling something to the

nurse.  Then she turned to me and said, "Your weight is good, and your

waist and hips are good, but we need to work on your bust to meet our

standards.  We demand at least a C cup bust to graduate.  I will give

you a hormone treatment that should help there.



The nurse returned and looked at me with a smile. "I see that you

did not have your girdle on.  I will have to tell Ms. Wallace."



 What could I say?  I made an excuse about not knowing, but she

made no further comment as she opened the door of the clinic.



 I finished the morning with Stephy, and we had an uneventful

lunch with the girls who had been in my room the night before.  At

12:50, the others left, and Stephy showed me the way to the

"Finishing" interview.



 As I walked into the room, I faced a table of three incredibly

beautiful women.  I could not help but notice that everywhere I went,

everyone seemed more beautiful that I looked.



They asked me to stand next to a wall with lines drawn on it, and

they took a number of photographs of me.  They were included in a

folder that was on the table.  One of them took the same measurements

that the nurse had taken, and they discussed them quietly.



 I sat nervously as they consulted a set of papers on the table,

and then they asked me a number of questions about my childhood.  I

had to make up simple answers simple so that I could remember the

answers.  Finally, they asked me to walk slowly back and forth in

front of the table.



 I sat again to await their discussions.  Finally, the woman in

the middle spoke. "Megan, we are glad to have you at Highland Forest.

We believe that we can provide the kind of training that you and your

parents would wish.  We have reviewed the data from your physical, and

from this interview, and we note a number of areas where we must

intensify your training."



 "We will start with your figure," she started.  "You have

acceptable hip and waist size, but your breasts need augmentation to

meet our standards.  We need to work you up to at least a C cup size."



 "Yes, Mam," I answered.  "The Doctor mentioned the same thing."



 "OK, then it is not a surprise," she continued.  "We will simply

provide you with some hormonal treatments which should solve that

problem, and we will provide new bras to accommodate the changes."



 The tall woman at the end of the table then began to talk.

"Megan, we also believe that you need some exercising and posture

training if you are to become the beautiful women we know that you can

be.  We will start a concentrated exercise program, along with other

measures, to help improve your posture.  We also suggest that you take

dance instead of regular athletics for the next semester."



 "Yes, Mam," I again responded.



 "The other areas, such as cosmetics and dressing, will be covered

quickly through remedial classwork.  We realize that this will give

you a large class load, but we believe that you can handle it," she

finished.



 Suddenly, the doctor walked into the room, and talked with the

three women in hushed tones.  They discussed something for some time,

and I became concerned about what they were talking about.  They

finally stopped talking, and the woman in the middle said, "Thank you

Megan.  You may leave now."



 I quickly caught up to Stephy at the end of the next class, and we

finished the afternoon uneventfully.



 After classes, we left our books in the dormitory, and went to

the gymnasium. Stephy was playing field hockey, and I had to take

dancing.  The gym office gave me a locker, and combination lock, and I

got leotards, tights, shoes, and an athletic bra from the gym

trainer's office.



 I dressed for dance, and was again aroused by the pretty picture

I made in front of the mirror.  I still could not adapt to seeing

myself with wide hips, a slim waist, and breasts.  The bright tights

and leotard made my girlish body even more definite.  As the class

began, I became aroused when I saw all of the beautiful girl in the

tights and leotards.



 The class was difficult.  It was both demanding and strenuous.

Being new, and late, I was constantly learning things that the rest

knew.  The teacher recognized that, and suggested that we schedule a

remedial session on Saturday, which I agreed to immediately.



 After the dance class, I once again found myself in the midst of

a huge number of beautiful, nude women as we all showered and dressed.



 That night, I was swamped with homework, and lights-out seemed to

come way too soon.  Stephy and I climbed into bed, and she whispered,

"Wait until the bed check."



 We lay quietly, and shortly Ms. Wallace stuck her head into the

sitting room, saw that all lights were out, and left without saying a

word.  Stephy lay quiet for a few minutes, and then I heard her leave

her room.  "Lets have some fun," he commented as I felt her lay down

on the bed.  "Now it is my turn," was her comment as he pulled the

covers back, and pulled my nightgown up.



 Immediately, she had her tongue into my cunt, and I felt waves of

pleasure move through my body.  I moaned briefly, and she whispered,

"Be quiet.  We can't let Wallace hear us."



 I just lay back to savor the feeling.  It was so different from

those that I had as a man.  Once again, I was torn between my

masculine feelings, and the pleasures I felt as a woman, including the

entirely new sensations that I felt in my nipples.



Stephy and I played for at least an hour, bringing each to

multiple orgasms, before she quietly pointed to the clock, and left

the room.  This was going to be fun I decided!  The girls seemed to be

continually aroused and interested in sex.



THINGS CHANGE



 Before the end of the Tuesday, I received a note from the medical

clinic.  It was an appointment for Wednesday morning to meet with the

doctor.  I had no idea what it was about, but I reported to the clinic

at 9:00AM.



The doctor appeared, holding the usual charts, and said, "Good

morning, Megan. This is the start of the treatments the Finishing

Committee recommended.  Please lie down on this table, we will start

with a quick shot, and proceed from there.



 The nurse entered the room, and took a syringe from a cabinet.

She filled it with some substance, and gave it to the doctor, who

immediately said, "This will just pinch a bit."  she gave me the shot,

and left me on the table.  I lay there for a while, became sleepy, and

quickly fell asleep.



    I awoke with a start.  I was not in the medical clinic room that I

had remembered.  I tried to move, but my arms were secured to the

sides of the bed.  I tried to sit-up, but could not because of my

arms.



 The doctor appeared. "Well, I see that you are awake," she

commented as she walked toward the bed.  "I hope that you are feeling

all right.  While administering the hormones, we took the opportunity

for some slight corrections that the Finishing Committee requested."



I moaned and pulled against the bonds that tied me to the bed.



"Don't be alarmed,  there were some minor changes we did to make

you even more attractive than you were, and the restraints were used

so that you did not disturb the bandages," the doctor replied.  "That

does not matter now, because I am going to remove them today."  She

took a pair of scissors from a small table, and came toward me.  "Just

hold still, this is easy," she said casually as she reached toward my

face with the scissors.  I had not realized it, but there were

bandages on much of my face except my eyes.  She cut around my mouth,

cheeks, ears, and neck.  "Well, that looks much better.  Why don't you

get up and look for yourself," she said as she released my wrists.



 I stood up slowly, and immediately felt a heavier weight on my

chest.  My inclination was to feel my breasts, but I decided that that

was not the thing to do.  I turned and walked to a mirror on the wall.



 The face looking back at me was mine, but it had been subtly

changed.  My nose was smaller, with a "button" end.  My lips had a

definite pout to them, and my cheek bones seemed higher.  All-in-all,

the effect was very much an improvement.  My face was now much

prettier than it had been.  As I looked down, I noticed that the

change to my figure was much more dramatic.  My breasts now stuck

prominently from the plain hospital gown.  They were much larger than

I remembered them.



 "What do you think," the doctor commented.  "I think that these

subtle facial changes were good suggestions from the Committee, and

the liposuction at your waist will mean that strict dietary

restrictions will be unnecessary if you can keep at this weight. In

addition, the hormonal injections have corrected the other

deficiencies that they noticed in your figure.  You now have breasts

that will easily pass our graduation requirements as to size and

shape.  We measured them as 36C yesterday.  You have a 24 inch waist,

and 35 inch hips to go with your new C cup breasts.  This is a new

treatment for breast augmentation that I believe is much preferable to

surgery.  It is a new compound that enhances breast size through

normal body functions and normal growth of fatty tissue.  It is called

M/X, and we use it extensively now."



 M/X!  The thought even scared me.  What would more of that

compound do to me now.  I remembered what the woman had said as she

sold me the M/X compounds.  "Will the hormones cause a permanent

change?  I won't have to do this again, will I?" I asked.



"We are not sure." the doctor answered.  "All of our use to date

has indicated that the changes are permanent,  but you should not be

concerned.  We at Highland Forest are very concerned about our

students.  We are careful about our procedures, and that has given us

the fine reputation that we now have.  You can be sure that we will

monitor the effects of the M/X, and will correct for any unplanned

effects that occur.  If you have no further questions, your clothes

are in the closet, and you can get dressed and return to your normal

school activities."



 She turned, and left quickly.  I walked quickly to the closet and

found my school clothes.  I took off the hospital gown, and looked

into the mirror.  What a change!  I had a body that would stop

traffic.  My waist seemed much thinner, and my breasts were

significantly larger.  I became aroused just looking at myself. Those

changes, along with the subtle facial changes, made me look like a

Hollywood starlet.  What was I going to do now?  What would happen

once I had solved this case?  What else could they have done while I

was asleep from the anesthesia?  I should have questioned Ms.

Abernathy's comment about "training" more carefully.



It turned out to be Friday afternoon so I had no more classes for

a while. Back in the room, Stephy and I talked a bit before we had to

go to dinner.  She commented that everyone had gone through similar

changes when they came to Highland Forest.  Apparently, they were all

happy with the changes that the school had "made".  She even commented

on my new figure showing, even in the school uniforms.  At least now,

I would not stand out from my class.



 After dimmer, Ms. Wallace asked me to come to her apartment.  I

had no idea what she wanted, but I really had no choice, so I knocked

on the door promptly after dinner.



 "Hello, Megan." she answered as she opened the door.  "I need to

talk with you about certain school rules. It has come to my attention

that you violated one of the school dress rules," she started.  "The

nurse told me that you did not have your girdle on when you had your

exam on Monday.  I assume that Stephy had told you that they are

required at all times."



 What could I say.  I made some excuse about forgetting but she

would not accept it.



 "Well, we must impress upon you that our rules are firm," she

responded.  "I am authorized to impose some additional training in

such circumstances.  This is not considered a severe violation, but

one non-the-less that requires correction.  I think that just a

weekend will suffice."



 She left the room, and returned quickly with a flat box.  "You

must wear this for the whole weekend," she announced as she opened the

box.  Inside was a severe looking boned corset.  "Take off your

dress," she commanded.



 I undressed to my bra and panties and she pulled the garment

around me. "This size looks good," she commented as she hooked it

behind me.  She then proceeded to pull the lacing so tight that I

could hardly breathe.  I was almost gasping for breath as she said,

"Breathe with your diaphragm, not your chest."



 I found that I had to take numerous small breaths instead of

large ones, and that even then, I felt as though I was being cut in

half.  "You must wear this at all times until Sunday evening," she

said.  "I want you to report to remedial dance training tomorrow with

it on, and the instructor will inspect it after you shower to be sure

that it is securely fastened.  This should remind you to follow the

school's dress code."



 Back in the room, Stephy, Cindy, and Lisa laughed as I returned.

"Well, I see that Wallace caught you," Cindy said.  "Don't worry, we

all had to do something similar."



"Do you remember Martha," Lisa commented.  "Wallace made her wear

a corset over a girdle and tight spandex for a week.  She lost 20

pounds before it was over."



 We all laughed, and I resolved that I would tolerate it.



 Saturday remedial dance practice was very painful.  Performing all

of the required exercises and moves in the tight corset was almost

impossible, but the instructor would not accept any excuses.  I even

noticed Ms. Wallace peering into the practice room at one point, just

to see that I was behaving myself.



By Sunday, I had adapted to the garment.  It was still

uncomfortable, but I could tolerate it.  That evening, Ms. Wallace

asked me to her apartment after dinner, and told me to remove the

corset.  I did so, and I felt as though my waist was even smaller than

before.  "Let this be a lesson, Megan," She began.  "We will not

tolerate any more violations of our dress code."



 Back in my room that night, Stephy gave me my missed assignments,

and I worked for the whole study period just to get ready for Monday.

After lights-out, Cindy and Lisa quietly came into our suite.  Like

Stephy, they both said that now it was their turn, and they both

licked my cunt until I came.  The pleasure was unbelievable.  Then we

all brought each other off until almost 2:00AM, when we all got tired

and went to bed.  They all seemed to be as highly aroused as I now

felt.



Monday started my first full week of classes.  I was constantly

trying to find out about the three missing girls.  Even Stephy, who

had roomed with one of them, knew nothing other than that they had

been in their rooms at lights-out, but they were missing the next

morning.  I could not find anything that seemed to link them together.



 As I settled into the school routine, by dual existence became

more bizarre.  Here was a grown man, living in a woman's body that

was incredibly beautiful, and attending an all girls college with 200

other equally beautiful girls.  I seemed to be as horny as they were.

We all looked forward to lights-out so that we could play together.

In addition, my breasts actually seemed to swell a little more during

the week, so I was becoming concerned that the long-term effects of

the hormones may not be fully understood.  That scared me.  What would

happen when this strange case ended, and I tried to resume my life as

a private investigator.



I was especially enjoying the dinner time so that I could wear

the revealing dresses with my new cleavage.  I tried all of the lowest

cut ones just to see how I looked.  What a knock-out I was! Right now

though, I had to be more concerned with trying to solve the case at

hand.



A LEAD



By Wednesday, I had begun to hear small comments about some

activities that seemed outside school rules.  I could not prove

anything, but it sounded as though some of the girls had access to pot

and Cocaine.  Stephy, Cindy, and Lisa seemed to know nothing about it

when I asked them what was going on.  By using my normal investigation

procedures, I soon found out that at least one girl at our end of the

hall was a regular user.  Now I had a clue to begin working with.



 The strict school timetables made my work difficult, but I soon

had taken concealed photographs of the girl in a Cocaine "buy" with a

faculty member.  Now I had something to start with.  The faculty

member was Ms. Wallace.



I decided that my next step should be to get to know Ms. Wallace

better.  I started sitting next to her at dinner, and asking questions

about the school and her athletic teams.  I even attended her

additional exercise classes during an extra period that I had. For the

next week, I discretely watched for some sign that she noticed my

attentions.



    The school week continued normally.  My academiv load was

difficult, even for me as an adult, and the dance and exercise classes

actually reduced my weight by an additional 10 pounds.  The girls

seemed as sexually aroused as I was, and we played games with each

other each night.  They all had some sort of sex toy hideen in their

rooms, and they traded them freely.  Tuesday morning, Lisa came into

our room as I was dressed in just my panties and bra. "Here is

something for you to try today.  We all use them occasionally.  Just

sit down on the bed." In her hand, she had two metal spheres.  She

pulled down my panties and inserted them into my cunt, and pulled the

panties back up.  "There!" she said.



Stephy smiled as I continued to get dressed.  During the day, the

two balls continually moved inside me.  They created a continual state

of arousal during the while day, and during exercise class, I almost

climaxed from their motion.  In the dormitory, I took them out in the

shower, and I could see Lisa smiling at me. In the room before dinner

she asked,  "How did they feel?"



"Just great," I confessed. as I returned them to her.  "What other

toys do you have?"



I found out later in the week, as she spent a night in our suite

with a variety of vibrators and dildoes.  It was the first time that I

had experienced penetration since using the M/X-2, and I really

enjoyed the sensations as she played with me until I climaxed.



I concluded that all of them were as sexually aroused as I was.

We all must have been gived the M/X "behavior modification" compound.



I also continued my efforts to learn more about Ms. Wallace, and

finally, on a Friday night, she commented that she was going to try

some new exercises, and wondered if I would be willing to test them

for her.



This might be a good chance, so I said yes.  I met her in the

gymnasium the next morning, and we both dressed in leotards, tights,

and exercise shoes.  In the dance room, the mirrored wall emphasized

my beautiful figure slim waist, large, thrusting breasts, and a finely

featured face topped with long blond hair.  What a sight I had become.



 Ms. Wallace was equally attractive.  She was slightly taller, and

a bit firmer, but she too had a beautiful face, and an exquisite

figure.



 She started by describing some new exercises she wanted to use in

her classes, and then she asked me to try them.  They were strenuous,

and she shortly began to help me do them.  I noticed that she seemed

intimate in the way that she touched me to change my positions or

stance.  She became increasingly forward, and complimentary about my

figure, and my performance of the exercises.  On more than one

occasion, I felt her hands on my ample breasts, and I said nothing.



 At one particular moment, she was trying to position me in a

difficult, ballet like move, when her hand again brushed my breasts.

I took the opportunity to make a slight moaning sound, which she

immediately noticed.  Would she take the bait?



 "Does that position feel OK," she asked.  "Can you move more to

the side?"  She then, again, brushed my breasts, and I moaned again.



There was no question that she had taken my clue, because she

began to hold my body tightly as she asked me to try various difficult

positions.  I made no attempt to stop her, and even smiled

occasionally as she did it.  We worked for at least two hours, with

her advances becoming more obvious by the minute.  "Well," she finally

commented. "That is probably enough for this morning.  Thank you

Megan."



 "That was a lot of fun," I responded.  "I would like to do it

again sometime."



 "Why, that is very nice Megan," she responded.  "Would you like

to work some more this afternoon?"



 "Yes, Mam. I would love to," I responded.



 "Good, let's get some lunch."



 We both left to shower and get dressed for lunch.  We met in the

shower, and her look and motions were obviously provocative.  I

responded similarly.



 After lunch, we again dressed in the gym, and worked out for 2

more hours.  Ms. Wallace continued to touch and hold me in some of the

exercises, and I responded positively each time.  In the shower after

we finished, she said, "Megan, would you like to have dinner with me

tonight?"



 "Yes, Mam. I would be glad to," was my response.



 "Good.  Why not come to my apartment about 6:00PM," she responded.



 Back in my room, I noticed that Stephy was studying.  "Where have

you been?" she asked.



 "I was doing extra exercises with Ms. Wallace," I answered.



 "Oh," she said abruptly.  "I would watch out."



 "Is there a problem?" i asked.



"She can be funny sometimes," Stephy answered.  "No one can seem

to figure her out.  You know how bitchy she can be sometimes."



 "Yes, I remember," I responded, thinking about the corset

incident.



At 4:30, Stephy left to go with the Debate Team for an evening

debate across the state, so I was alone until very late that night.

That would be perfect, no-one to have to know where I was.



 At 6:00PM, I knocked at Ms. Wallace's door, and she answered

quickly.  "Hello Megan." she was dressed in a particularly revealing

dress for a Saturday night at school, but I choose not to say

anything.  We talked for a while, and she offered me a soda before

dinner.  I said yes, and she brought out one in a tall glass.  We

continued to talk for a while, and I got strangely tired, to the point

that I passed out.



 I awoke lying on my back in a different room.  I felt that my

hands and feet were tied to the bed, just like they had been in the

hospital. I looked around, and realized that I was completely naked,

and tied to a bed.  The room did not look like a bedroom.  It just had

the bed I was on, and a couple of large trunks near one wall.  I lay

there for a while, struggling against my bonds, when the door opened.



 I was both shocked and scared as Ms. Wallace walked quickly into

the room.  Her incredibly beautiful body was barely held in a black

corset, with exposed breasts. and she had thigh high, black boots on.



 "What are you doing Ms. Wallace?" I asked.



 "Call me Mistress! Now, you just you relax and enjoy it, my pet,"

she answered as she opened one of the trunks.  Reaching in, she pulled

out what looked like a long feather.  "Just relax," she said again.

"I will not hurt you.  This will be fun for both of us."



 As I lay there, she sat next to me, and began to lightly touch me

with the feather.  The feeling was unbelievable.  It was so light and

smooth.  She started on my stomach, but quickly had it lightly

brushing my large nipples, which immediately became stiff.  Then she

moved it between my legs, and I felt its light touch on my cunt lips

and clitoris.  I moaned loudly.



 "Now you can enjoy it, my pet," she said softly.  "Just relax.



I loved the feeling, and really did not want her to stop it, as I

moaned more and more. Her hands began to stroke my body lightly, and

she soon kissed one of my nipples.  My passion was building.  My

tongue was moving across my lips, and I writhed against my bonds.



 "Oh Mistress," I moaned.  "That feels so good."



 "Good, my pet.  Just enjoy it."



 Her hands kept moving lightly over my body, and soon one of her

fingers touched my cunt lips.  It was like an electric shock through

my body.  She could see me move more as she did it.  She continued,

and then suddenly she bent over me, and kissed me on the nipple.

Again, I moved under her touch. "That feels so good."



 "Good."  She moved up, and her lips touched mine.  I could feel a

fire building between my legs as my tongue reached out for hers and

they met.  The kiss went on for a long time.  Finally, she broke the

kiss, and moved between my legs.  I could feel her tongue lapping my

cunt, and I began moaning again.  She persisted until I climaxed with

a loud moan.  I had never felt anything like that!



 "How was that, my pet?"



 "Oh, Mistress," was all that I could say.



 She moved to the head of the bed, and I stretched my tongue out

toward her.  She climbed over me, with her cunt above my face, and we

buried our tongues in each others cunts simultaneously.  I licked as

hard as I could, and she quickly had two intense climaxes before I had

a second one.  This lesbian love was unbelievable.  The pleasure was

so intense.



 We continued for at least 2 hours before she loosened the tethers

on my arms and legs.  I sat up, and we both embraced and kissed.  My

hand moved to her crotch, and my fingers slipped into her wet cunt as

she fell back onto the bed.  Within 2 minutes, I had brought her to

another climax.



 "Oh, my pet,"  she moaned.  "Let me try something else."



 "Yes, Mistress," I responded as I sat on the bed. I could not

tell if it was my male feelings, or some sort of strange lesbian

tendencies, that had me so attracted to this woman.



She went to the trunk, and returned with a large bag.  Inside

were a number of different leather garments and straps.  She took some

of them, and turned to me.  First, she buckled a wide belt around my

waist.  then she put wrist and ankle cuffs on me.  Then she put cuffs

on my elbows and thighs.



    "What are you doing, Mistress?"



 "Just wait, my pet," she replied as she clipped my wrist cuffs to

the thigh cuffs, the elbow cuffs to the waist belt, and the ankle

cuffs together.



 Then she pulled a latex item from the bag.  It seemed to be some

sort of hooded device, which she slipped over my head.  The darkness

scared me initially, but I could breathe OK so I did not complain.

Then I felt her pull me to my knees in front of her.  As I knelt, I

could feel her doing something else with the garment, and something

brushed my face.  Then I knew.  It had a pair of pants attached to the

front of the hood.  Sure enough,  Her other leg entered the garment,

and I felt her pull it up her legs, positioning my face right in front

of her cunt.  "Follow me, my pet," she ordered as she stepped

backward, and I followed on my knees.  Quickly, she was lying on her

back on the bed, and I was forced to follow her, with my face tightly

pulled into her cunt.  "Now, give me pleasure," she commanded, and I

began to lick and suck her cunt.



 The tight hood, along with the various restraints, kept me from

moving except to roll, and the panty-hood held my head tightly against

her crotch.  She was writhing and moving in ecstasy as I worked.

Shortly, I heard a loud moan as she climaxed, but she did not move.  I

kept going, and brought her to three more before she stopped it, and

pulled herself out of the latex garment.  Then she took off the hood.

"That was wonderful, my pet!" she exclaimed.  "Now it is my turn."



 She did not remove my restraints, except my arms, which she

clipped to the corners of the bed.  Then she tied my feet tightly, and

removed the other unused straps.  She returned with a leather hood,

which she slipped over my head, and closed.  Again, the darkness

scared me initially, but I quickly overcame it.  I heard her walk

away, and then return quickly.  "Just wait, my pet," she said in a low

voice.



 Then I felt the soft feather again, plus her warm lips on my

nipples and cunt.  I began to moan and writhe on the bed, and I heard

a low hum.  Then I felt it, a vibrator, as she rubbed it on my clit.

This was an incredibly pleasurable new feel.  Particularly when I did

not know where it would touch next.  She ran it over most of my body,

and then I felt it at the lips of my cunt.  I had never been

penetrated before, and I was going mad waiting for it.



 She pushed the device slowly into me, and continued to stroke my

body.  I almost screamed in pleasure.  "Must be quiet, my pet," she

said softly.  "I know just how to do it."



 In a moment, I felt a rough, rubbery shape on my lips.  It rubbed

against them, and then she forced it into my mouth.  It was a rubber

penis dildo, and she quickly had its full length in my mouth.  I felt

straps around my head, and I knew that I could not get it out.



 She continued with the vibrator, and the pleasure kept building.

I moaned through the penis gag, and writhed even more as she brought

me to incredible heights.  The mixture of sensations kept me

continually aroused.



 Finally, she stopped, and removed the hood and gag.  "How was

that, my pet?" she asked.



 I could only moan, so she lay beside me, and kissed me again.  I

wondered when this would ever stop.



 She left again, and returned with a small syringe.  "What is

that?" I asked.



 "Don't worry, my pet.  It is just an antibiotic in case of

infection." she replied as I felt a slight prick in my upper arm.  Now

what?



 She released me, and I sat up.  Then she sat beside me, embraced

me, and kissed me again.  I loved the feeling, and returned the kiss

as well as caressing her beautiful tits.  We continued for a while,

and then she noticed the time.  "You must leave, my pet," she said.

"We would not want you to miss lights-out, now would we?"



 "No, Mistress," I answered.



 "Remember, only use Mistress when we do this," she reminded me.



 "Yes, Mam," I responded as I left her apartment.  "That was

really special."



 "I am glad," was her response. "Even if we did not get a chance to

have dinner."



Sunday passed uneventfully, Stephy and the debate team returned

and school returned to its normal events.  Stephy asked how the

weekend went, and I said that it was just a normal one.



    During the week, I seemed to be more aroused that I had ever been

before.  Getting dressed for dinner, and seeing all of the other

beautiful girls also well dressed, was exciting, and I could never get

enough pleasure as Stephy, Cindy, Lisa and I played in the dark at

night.  My sexual drive seemed greater each day.



 Ms. Wallace asked me to exercise with her twice during the week,

and I did so gladly.  I loved the sight of the sleek, sexy bodies,

even if one of them was mine.



 I was able to get two additional pictures of her selling

something to students, and I put them safely into the false bottom of

my trunk.



 A STRONG SUSPECT



By Friday, Ms. Wallace had asked me again to practice with her.

This time, she mentioned that another girl, Lisa, would join us.  I

remembered her as one of the girls buying cocaine from Ms. Wallace as

soon as I saw her at the gym.  Now it was becoming interesting.



    During practice, Ms. Wallace continued to touch me, as well as

Leslie.  Again, she asked me to dinner as well as Leslie.  She seemed

much more direct with Lisa though.



I got to her apartment first, and she told me that Lisa had been

with her a number of times before, so that I should not be embarrassed

if we did the same things that we had done before.  "Oh Mistress," I

responded.  "Don't worry, I would love to spend another afternoon like

the last one."



 Lisa arrived, and we began immediately.  They laid me on the bed

again, and strapped me down tightly, then both of the put on corsets,

and high boots, and returned.  "What will you do to me Mistress?" I

asked.



 Ms. Wallace just smiled as Lisa climbed onto the bed, and sat

down over my face.  Her intention was obvious, so I immediately began

licking her cunt.  Then I felt something between my legs.  It was the

feather first, then the vibrator.  Lisa stuck it completely into me,

and then began with the feather again.  I loved the pleasure of both

at once, and I immediately climaxed and moaned loudly.



    I was so aroused that I would do anything.  That "antibiotic"

injection she had given me must have been the third M/X compound, the

one that increased sexual drive.  How could I reconcile my masculine

thoughts with my insatiable desire to be penetrated and licked?



Ms. Wallace climbed over my face, and Lisa left and returned in a

minute with a strange mechanical device.  She set it at the bottom of

the bed, and strapped it to the foot of the bed.  It looked like a

small table, with a motor and wheel on it.  Ms. Wallace got up to help

her.  They attached a rod to the wheel, and put something on the end

of it.  It was a huge rubber penis.  I could feel them place it on my

cunt lips, and push it into me a little.



 "Now, my pet," Ms. Wallace said.  "Lets see how well you can

control yourself.  The more that you try to stop this machine from

penetrating you, the greater the pleasure you will feel.  You need to

keep it from turning, and we will reward you."



 Then she turned it on, and the wheel began to turn.  As It did, it

pushed the large penis into my cunt.  They adjusted the speed a bit,

and let it begin to work.  With each stroke, I felt my arousal

increase, until I finally climaxed.  Then they turned it up faster.



 I tried to hold it back with the muscles of my cunt, and the

pleasure was even greater.  I was so aroused, that I tried to stop it,

but I could not.  It plunged into me inexorably, until I came again,

with a loud moan.  Then they speeded it up again.



 All the while, Lisa was stroking my body with the feather, as the

"fucking machine" continued its pace.  I kept trying to slow it down,

to get greater pleasure, but with each climax, they speeded it up.

Ms. Wallace moved her cunt over my face, and I began to lick her as

the machine continued.  The triple sensations were driving me almost

crazy as I climaxed again and again.  I even began to climax when Ms.

Wallace did also.



 Within about 30 minutes, I was at such a fever pitch that almost

any touch made me come.  My muscles were able to slow the machine to

almost stop it, but each time I almost stopped it, Ms. Wallace would

come, then I would come and loose my concentration.  The machine would

speed up, I would climax, and they would make it go faster.



 I was in a cycle that was constantly ratcheting my arousal up to

a climax, only to make the next one better.



 My moaning became constant, and suddenly they stopped the machine.



 "Oh no, please don't stop it Mistress," I pleaded.



 "That is enough my pet," she replied.



I was almost addicted to It.  I would do anything to have them

start that machine again.  "PLEASE, Mistress. PLEASE!"



 Lisa stroked my body with the feather, as Ms. Wallace kissed my

nipples, then my lips.  I responded with my tongue, and she was all

over me again.



 Lisa removed the restraints, and the three of us were quickly all

on the bed in a pile.  Each doing something to one of the others.  It

was an orgy unlike anything I could imagine.



 Finally, Ms. Wallace stopped, and said "Lets have something else

to arouse us."  She got up, and returned with a small package of white

powder.  Now I knew I was at the source of the problem.



 She cut a couple of lines for Lisa, who immediately became high,

and did so for herself.  I pretended to have some, and watched them as

they rested back on the bed.  Pretending to be high also, I lay back

on the bed and rested.



 Ms. Wallace got up first.  "Girls, it's late.  you must not miss

dinner."



 We dressed quickly, and both left for our rooms.



 On Sunday, Ms. Wallace acted as though nothing had happened, and

another week started as usual.



 During the week, my sexual arousal did not diminish.  Stephy,

Cindy, and Leslie even commented one night that I just could never get

enough.  They were right.  I was constantly aroused.  I would bring

myself off at night with my fingers, and Stephy would hear my low

moans in the next room.



 Ms. Wallace asked me to practice exercises again, and I did so.

She mentioned that some other girls occasionally joined her, and

accidentally, she mentioned first names that were the names of two of

the three missing girls.  Now I knew that I was even closer to an

answer.



 School began to follow a predictable pattern.  As a student, I

worked hard to pass the academics.  Nightly, Stephy, Cindy, Leslie

and I would "play" together.  I may have been aroused, but the other

three were almost as aroused also.



 Ms. Wallace would ask me to practice during the week, and she,

Lisa and I would do so.  On Saturdays, we would meet at her apartment

for long sexual romps.



 During all of this, I continued to get occasional pictures of her

selling dope to various students.  Finally, I got a picture of her

selling it to another teacher, and then to Ms. Abernathy's secretary.



This was not right, but I still did not know what had happened to

the three missing girls.



    A TURN FOR THE WORSE



One Tuesday afternoon, I was asked to go to the office to pick up

something.  It was in the middle of classes, so I got permission, and

walked to see Ms. Abernathy.  Once inside, Sarah, her secretary, asked

me to just go into Ms. Abernathy's office, which I did.



 "Well, Miss Cartright," she said once the door was closed.  "What

have you found so far?"



"Well, Ms. Abernathy," I began.  "I think that the problem is

somehow connected to cocaine sales at the school."



 "Cocaine!" she exclaimed.



 "Yes, Mam," I continued.  I believe that one of your teachers is

selling Cocaine to the students and faculty.  I do not know what that

has to do with the three missing girls though."



 "Well!  Who is it," he demanded.



 "I have some pictures, but I had better not disclose who it is

until I find out where the three girls are," I said.



 "Where are the pictures," he exclaimed.



 "They are safe," I replied.  "Just let me finish the

investigation and you may have all of the evidence."



 She did not seem happy with that answer.  "How much longer will

this take," she demanded.



 "It should not take much longer," I answered, but I will need

your cooperation so that I can continue this investigation."



 "Ok, but hurry up, Highland Forest needs to have this cleared up

quickly."



 I left and returned to my classes.



 That Thursday, I had exercise practice with Lisa and Ms.

Wallace.  She seemed to act strangely with me, but I thought that I

might just be her time of the month.



 On Saturday, Ms. Wallace said that the practice would be held at

a nearby gymnasium that had certain gymnastic equipment that we did

not have.  I really did not give it much thought as she, Lisa, and I

climbed into a school car, and drove off the campus.



    She drove to the main road, and turned to leave town.  Then, she

turned off the road, onto a smaller road, and finally onto a gravel

road.  This seemed strange to me.  The road ended at a large old

house.  Now I was becoming more concerned.



 I did not have a moment to act before she and Lisa had handcuffed

me, gagged me, and tied me securely so that I could not walk.  They

picked me up, and carried me into the old house.



Inside, they walked through the main hall, and down a set of

stairs into the cellar.  There they went into a large room, with white

painted walls, and strong overhead lights.  They took me to one end of

the room, undressed me completely, and securely tied my hands and legs

outstretched to hooks in the wall.  The they buckled a belt around my

waist, and tied the rings on it to the wall also.  I could not move.

Now I knew that they knew I had found out about their scheme.



"Well, Miss smartypants," Ms. Wallace started.  "You think that

you are so smart, but now we are in control.  We can not let our

little scheme get out.  You see, Ms. Abernathy is a part of our plan.

She is the one who actually controls it.  You are the fourth girl to

learn about it and threaten us with it.  You, like the others, will

conveniently disappear, and our plan will remain safe.  This time, we

have learned where our security is poor so that no one else can find

out what is happening.  Good by, my pet."



 She just turned, and left me hanging on the wall.



THE DOCTOR RETURNS



I was left there for what seemed like a very long time.  Then I

heard noises upstairs, and footsteps on the cellar stairs.  Suddenly

the door opened, and the school doctor walked in.



 "Hello, Megan," she said.  "I am Dr. Naomi Bernstein.  You may

remember NB Enterprises.  Well, that is my company. and M/X-2 is my

own invention.  I have worked years to take the original compound from

Mexico and refine it to its current strength and actions.  You have

even seen how little amounts of it works."



 I was scared.  I could go nowhere, and I was at the mercy of this

strange doctor.  I had almost solved the case, but to no avail.



 She walked up to me, and touched my breasts very gently.  "You

were such a beautiful example of what I can do."  Then she walked out

of the room.



    There was nothing I could do.  I was securely tied to the wall,

with no visible way to escape.



In a while, I heard her return down the cellar steps.  The door

opened, and he entered with a tray of medical instruments.  She

carefully filled two large syringes with two different substances, and

then picked up a third bottle.  It read M/Y!



 She drew a good bit of M/Y into each syringe, and moved to my

side.  I struggled against the bonds, but I could not really move.  I

felt the pain of the injections, one in each side, and the doctor

smiled as she walked back to the tray.



 "What have you done to me," I pleaded.



 "Oh, just an extension of what we already did at the school," she

replied.  That was just some additional treatments for your figure,

and for your sexual drive."



 Suddenly, I remembered what the receptionist had said at NB

Enterprises. "Just be sure that M/Y never mixes with any of the other

three... If it mixes, the results are unpredictable."



 She had mixed them!   Then she left.



 I was trapped!  Suddenly, I felt a tingle in my body.  My breasts

felt very warm.



 Nothing else seemed to happen for a while, then I had an

increasing urge for sex, just like I had felt after the cosmetic

surgery.



 Again, nothing, then the tingling again.  I looked down, and my

breasts seemed much bigger than I remembered them.



 Dr. Bernstein walked into the room, took a quick look at me, and

left silently.



 More waiting, more tingling.  I looked again, and they were even

bigger.



 More time passed, and my sexual urges grew even more.  I looked

down again, and my breasts were huge now.  Way out of proportion to

anything normal.



 Then Dr. Bernstein walked into the room again, this time carrying

the machine Ms. Wallace had had in her room.  She sat it down beneath

me, and plugged it into an electrical outlet.  This time, it just sat

on the floor, and the rod extended straight up.  The rubber penis was

still on the end as she inserted it into my cunt and started the

machine.



 I immediately moaned, and she laughed.  "This will teach you to

meddle in my affairs.  Each climax will heighten the effect of the

injections.  Your sex drives will increase, and so will your breast

size."  She walked over to me, and hefted one of my huge tits.  It was

almost the size of a large grapefruit.



 The machine speeded up, and I moaned again.  It cycled endlessly

into and out of me until I climaxed with a scream.  The doctor laughed

again, and left.



 For what seemed to be an eternity, the machine assaulted me,

driving me to greater and greater desires for sex.  I was climaxing

repeatedly, and then I tried to stop it like I had done in Ms.

Wallace's apartment.  That slowed it, but made the pleasure even

greater.  I soon was making continual moans, punctuated by frequent

screams as I climaxed.



 Finally, the doctor returned, and turned off the machine.

"Please no," I pleaded.  "I must have it.  Please turn it on.  I need

a fuck. PLEASE! PLEASE!"



    She laughed, and walked over to me again.  She reached up, and

lifted one of my tits again.  It was much bigger.  It stuck out at

least a foot as she held it up.  They were bigger than anything I had

ever seen.  "That should do," she commented.  "They are bigger than

needed anyway."



 "What are you going to do to me?" I asked.



 "You will see soon," she said as she left.



 Shortly, the doctor returned with Lisa.  They untied my waist,

and carefully untied my wrists and ankles.  Then they handcuffed me

with my hands behind my back, and led me out of the room.



 At the top of the stairs, there was a large hall mirror, and I

was shocked at the effect of the injections.  I had two of the biggest

boobs I could imagine.  They were like two soccer balls attached to my

chest.  They stuck out past my arms on the sides, and hung down almost

to my navel.  The sight of my slim body, with the immense boobs, was

extremely arousing to me, and I began to moan again.



 "Lets go," the doctor said.  They led me upstairs, and dressed me

in bikini pants, panty hose,  a bra that could barely hold my immense

mammaries, and a knit dress that made my extreme figure look even more

so.



 As I walked, I could feel the immense weight of the bra straps on

my shoulders, and the tremendous movement in them as I moved.  What

could they be doing to me now I wondered.



 They handcuffed me again, and led me out of the house to a

waiting van.  I was pushed into the back, and the door closed.  Dr.

Bernstein climbed into the front, Lisa followed, and we left the old

house.



 "I had a bad feeling about you the moment that we finished your

physical exam," the doctor said.  "The urine tests, and the blood

work, showed chromosome anomalies.  There was an X chromosome, which

is the male one, in the tests.  I kept quiet until Abernathy told me

that you had traced our operation.  Then she told me all about you,

and our records indicated your acquisition of the M/X-2 items last

month.  Then I knew what was going on, and who you really were.  There

was no "other employee".  You are actually Wilcox under the influence

of M/X-2.  Your use of Crayle's name at our office was a tip-off.  Mr.

Crayle and I have met before, when he was using similar disguises.  He

too encountered problems once I became aware of what was really going

on, and in a number of cases, he was able to overcome those problems.

Recently, however, he has not been around, so I suspect that his luck,

like yours, has run out.  You both are stark evidence that I am not

one to try to trick."



There was nothing that I could say.  Now they knew all of the

facts.



 "That is OK," the doctor continued.  "We can continue as we did

with the others.  You will just react differently to the injections.

You have already shown greatly increased sensitivity to the M/X

enhancer compound, I would think that the behavior modifier compound

should work the same."



 "What will happen to me?" I asked cautiously.



    "Well, we have an arrangement with the producers of M/X in

Mexico," he began.  "They send us raw M/X in exchange for money, and

other items.  Those other items are primarily women who we want to get

rid of, just like you.  You see, in Mexico, they have lots of good

places for someone with your "endowments".  They will probably use you

in one of their strip joints as a dancer.  Those boobs will really

draw the local population.  Maybe, in your case, they will also put

you in one of their animal acts.  The audience loves to see animals

fuck women, and you, with those boobs, will be an ideal candidate."



 The van was shaking, and it began to arouse me.  I moaned and the

doctor just smiled.



 The van slowed, and then backed into some place.  The door opened,

and it was dark.  I was pulled out of the van, and pushed onto the

nearby loading dock.  There was a large crate there, with the front

open.  The doctor came to me with another syringe, and injected me

again.  I quickly fell asleep.





EPILOGUE



 Joe Wilcox awoke on a darkened stage.  He felt someone removing

all of his clothing, and then fasten something around his knees.  Then

he felt something moist rubbed on his exposed cunt. Somewhere, a loud

crowd was screaming in a foreign language.  As he tried to move, but

he found that his knees were chained tightly to the middle of the

stage.  He raised up onto his hands and knees, with his mammoth

breasts hanging down, brushing the stage. The music started, and the

crowd became louder.



 Then the stage became lighter as a curtain began to rise.  He

could see the smoke filled room, full of tables of screaming men in

large hats.



He had no idea where he was, but he knew that he was

uncontrollably aroused.  He HAD to have something in his cunt,  He HAD

to be fucked NOW!



Then the stage door opened again, and a huge Doberman dog raced

out, snarling.  It smelled for something, and then went to his rear.

It sniffed his cunt, and then licked it quickly.  They must have wiped

something on his cunt that attracted the dogs. The huge dog

immediately mounted him, and stuck its huge penis into his cunt.



It pumped as it coupled with him, and he began to moan as he

became more excited from the dog's dick.  He was just beginning to

climax as the dog howled, and backed away, having obviously come.  He

did not care, he was still not satisfied



    The dog then backed away from him, and ran off the stage, leaving

Wilcox moaning and screaming "FUCK ME PLEASE".



    Then the stage door opened again, and a donkey walked out onto the

stage toward him.  He raised up on his hands and knees again as it

walked straight toward him.



 As thought it had done it before, the donkey walked right over

him, and stopped with a short.  He looked up, and saw its huge red

penis extending out of its sheath.  He was so aroused that he raised

his head, and sucked on it as hard as he could.



    The donkey, obviously trained for this, just stood still as Wilcox

pulled and licked its dick.  He sucked for a while, and then the

animal became restless, as his efforts were beginning to take effect.

It began to move its hindquarters in time with his motions, and was

soon driving its huge tool into and out of his mouth.  He held on

tightly, until it obviously came into his mouth with another loud

snort.



    The animals semen began to drip out of his mouth as he continued

sucking and hoping for his own climax.



    Finally, a dirty man walked onto the stage, released his

wrists, and led the donkey off the stage.



The music started, and Wilcox stood up, his immense breasts

hanging down.  He began to move to the music, his tits swinging

wildly.  The crowd went wild.  Suddenly, someone jumped up from the

crowd, opened his trousers, and climbed onto the stage.  Wilcox took

him in his mouth, and began licking him hurriedly.  The man from the

audience moaned, came in his mouth, and then left the stage.  Then

another followed him.  The screaming was unbelievable.



 Finally, after three others climbed onto the stage, the lights

dimmed, and the curtain closed.



 Back on the stage, Wilcox moaned. "I need a fuck".  The stage

hands laughed as they grabbed him, put him into a room, and locked it.

"I need a fuck," he kept moaning.  The band came onto the stage, and

set up their instruments; and he just sat in the room, moaning, and

waiting for the next show.



 "What can I do," thought Joe Wilcox as he sat in the room.  "How

could I ever get into such a fix.  I wonder if Clinton Crayle ever had

this kind of problem?  What can I do to get another fuck?"



 In the audience, a shadowy, well dressed woman had watched the

act.  She laughed to herself, and walked out of the old movie house.

She turned, and left quietly, carrying a large case containing a huge

amount of raw M/X.



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