Sunday, January 25, 2015


Another lost story by "N"

George had always been afraid of heights; the problem had bothered him for as long as he could remember but, over the last few months, it had been getting worse. After a particularly bad experience in one of the elevators at work, his girlfriend had finally convinced him to seek treatment and so George found himself waiting nervously in the plush offices of Doctor Miriam White, psychiatrist and consultant hypnotherapist.

"The doctor will see you now." the receptionist called across the waiting room, interrupting the slow filing of her nails for a brief moment "Please go in Mr Heath."

"The name’s Heart." George corrected her as he stood up.

"It must be a typing error." She said hesitantly. "I’m new here but I’m sure there can only be one of you on the books." She smiled. "Anyway, we mustn’t keep the doctor waiting."

George walked quickly across the waiting area, trying not to look out of the window. The Doctor’s offices were on the 4th floor and the thought of such a long drop made him feel quite queasy.

"Pleased to meet you." a remarkably young woman greeted him warmly. "You must be George. Take a seat while I have a look through your notes."

George wondered why his file seemed so large, especially as this was his first visit but he said nothing and waited for the doctor to finish reading. Eventually, she pushed back her glasses and sighed. "Quite a problem you have here." She said softly. "But I have helped a number people with this particular difficulty before and the results have all been quite satisfactory. How long have you felt like this?"

"For as long as I can remember." George replied honestly. "But its been getting much worse recently."

"Difficulties at work?"

"Yes of course." he shrugged. "Nobody seems to understand how serious it is and, unless I get some treatment, I’m not sure how long I can keep it hidden from my boss."

"Won’t your boss mind… I mean… If we can do something to help you, will they accept the new you back in the office?"

"I’m sure it’ll be ok." George said hesitantly, feeling slightly confused by the doctor’s questions. "Work has given me all the time off I need to get this thing resolved one way or another so I guess they’re happy with me seeing you."

"How about your wife?" the doctor asked, scribbling furiously in George’s file.

"I’m not married but it was my girlfriend’s idea to book an appointment with you. She’ll be overjoyed if you can help me but I think she might be expecting too much. She seems to think that I’ll be a completely new person after hypnosis."

"You’re lucky she’s so supportive." Miriam told him smiling broadly. "But the process won’t be quite that quick. However, even after a couple of sessions, you’ll soon feel much better about yourself and these difficulties you’ve been experiencing with guilt and shame will fade quite quickly."

"Guilt?" George asked.

"You won’t have to worry about that after today’s session." The doctor interrupted him. "You’ll be much less inhibited in an hour or so and all that nasty negativity will be a thing of the past once the hypnosis has helped you overcome your embarrassment about wearing female clothing."

George laughed nervously.

"I don’t think you understand." He said forcefully. That’s not why I’m…"The doctor silenced him with a wave of her hand as she set a metronome ticking slowly on her desk.

"Just listen to my voice George." She whispered softly. "And try to concentrate on the metronome. You’re going to sleep now and, when you wake up, you’ll feel much more at ease about wearing makeup and high heels."

George tried to speak but his lips refused to move. He sighed in resignation as his eyes began to close in time to the steady ticking, the true reason for his visit remaining unexplained as the doctor continued to soothe him with her soft but insistent voice. Before he could clarify his true situation, he drifted into a deep hypnotic trance and then he
remembered nothing until he woke an hour later.

"There, that’s the first session over." The doctor explained as she shook him gently. "You’ll feel more relaxed than normal for the next day or so but otherwise no ill effects. I’ll have Clare make an appointment for next week but, in the meantime, you should go straight out and buy yourself some cosmetics and a pretty new outfit. I see from your files, that you’ve always had a penchant for high heels and, now that we’ve dealt with any residual resistance, there’s really no reason at all why you shouldn’t indulge yourself. Will Tuesday be ok?"

George nodded sleepily.

"You’ve already got quite a petite figure." Miriam added nonchalantly as she closed his file. "But there’s a corset shop across the street if you’re feeling daring. I’ll also book you in to the clinic here immediately after your next session with me; they deal with a number of gender cases and they’ve got a wonderful beautician there who’ll really bring out the best in you."

Despite his surprise at this news, George smiled and, feeling decidedly shaky rose from the doctor’s couch. He said his goodbyes, surprised by how soft his voice now sounded and set off for the small flat he shared with his girlfriend Rachel.

The rest of the week passed in a daze. Rachel commented on how much better he seemed but, despite his apparent relaxation, George was confused. Ever since the appointment with Dr White, he had been struggling with disturbing thoughts, thoughts he could share with no one, least of all his girlfriend. For some reason, he could barely keep away from Rachel’s clothes and whenever she was out of the house, he would find himself inexplicably drawn to her dresser where he would sit and gaze absentmindedly at her plush cosmetics and lace underwear. It had taken almost all of his willpower to resist the overpowering urge to slip something on but, so far, he had not succumbed. He reminded himself to mention these embarrassing cravings to the doctor at his next appointment.

After a torturous weekend, George waved goodbye to Rachel as she left for work and then made his way to his now customary position next to her closet. After a week of temptation, there was nothing he could do to help himself and he slowly opened the closet door. Taking a pair of sheer black tights from the drawer, he draped them lovingly across his legs before selecting one of Rachel’s dresses from the darkness. He sighed as he ran the soft fabric through his trembling fingers. What was he doing?

Surely, he couldn’t actually be considering putting any thing on. George dropped the garments on the bed and made his way to the bathroom in desolation. He lathered his face and shaved and then, on a whim, ran the wet razor across the hairs on his legs. He gasped as he looked down and saw what he had done. A line of smooth damp skin greeted his gaze and, needing no more encouragement, he immediately set about removing the rest of the coarse hair from his legs. Not understanding why, but feeling much better now that he had finally given in to his new compulsions, he dried himself off and returned to the bedroom. Five minutes later, he was sitting comfortably in Rachel’s tights, openly admiring the lustrous sheen of his legs. Without really knowing what he was doing, he then slipped the dress over his shoulders and pulled the long zip closed up his back, feeling better by the minute as he finally acquiesced to the strange new obsession. Now in a state of some excitement, George rummaged around the bottom of the wardrobe until he found something suitable for his feet. Rachel was one or two sizes smaller but he eventually found a pair of high-heeled sandals that he could just about squeeze into. He gasped as he put them on, thrilling to the incredible sensation of
actually wearing stiletto heels for the first time.

Still not understanding what was happening, George could not deny how much better he felt in Rachel’s clothes. In heels, his shaved legs looked fantastic and he felt more relaxed than he had felt for days. He admired the smooth outline of his buttocks in the mirror and enjoyed the unfamiliar luxury of wearing such soft and flattering materials. Smiling at his discovery, the fact that he actually liked wearing women’s clothing now, George walked as gracefully as he could manage over to the phone and called in sick. The office wouldn’t miss him for another day and he had so much to do. By lunchtime, he had washed his hair and used some of Rachel’s gel to slick it back in a more feminine style and he had even applied a little foundation and mascara to his flushed face. Lipstick took a little more getting used to but he had never been particularly rugged in any normal masculine way and so even this began to look and feel more normal as the day wore on. By late afternoon, George felt completely at ease in his new outfit and even the heels seemed more comfortable after a day’s practise but he knew that Rachel would be coming home in an hour or so and, with some disappointment, he undressed and removed his makeup. He had just returned his girlfriend’s clothes to the cupboard when she arrived and greeted him with a warm kiss.

"You taste funny." Rachel commented, licking her lips. "And you look different too. Have you had your eyebrows plucked?"

"No, of course not." George replied, looking away. "I’ve just got out of the shower, that’s all. I’ve got another appointment tomorrow with the doctor and I wanted to make sure I was clean."

Rachel seemed satisfied with his answer and, smiling broadly, she hugged him close. "I don’t really mind anyway." She said. "You look better than you’ve looked for ages. Have you lost some weight too?"

George peered down at his waist. He had lost a little weight and, being rather slim for a man, his body did seem more svelte than he remembered.

The following morning, George set off for his appointment feeling happy and relaxed but still concerned about what had occurred the previous day. He had never shown any desire to wear women’s clothing before and, despite the obvious pleasure he had derived, the thought of actually becoming a crossdresser bothered him. Clare showed him into Dr White’s
office as before.

"Welcome back George... Or is it Georgina now?" she asked.

"I wanted to talk to you about that." he replied immediately. "I think there’s been some kind of mistake. I think you’ve been using the wrong…"

"Sleep." the command triggered an immediate response in George’s addled brain as he slumped into the chair.

"I wondered if we’d got the right person after our last session." Miriam purred to her deeply hypnotised patient. "But we made some enquiries and, having now contacted Rachel your girlfriend, she said that you have always suppressed your transsexuality. Consequently, I have decided to accelerate your therapy and, after this session, you’ll feel much less confused about your femininity. Under hypnosis, the ambiguities that have delayed your transformation can be dealt with quite easily and then, with all resistance eliminated, you will find it much easier to accept your new identity."

George tried desperately to speak but, with the incredible lethargy sweeping over him, all that escaped from his lips was a muffled grunt.

"During today’s session." The doctor continued. "Your personality will be subtly altered to help you accept your new sexuality. You will still be you of course but you will feel more sensitive and definitely more compliant than you have ever felt before. Of course, this will all be reinforced this afternoon when the beautician gives you a thorough
makeover. Then, once your face and body have also been suitably feminised, you will essentially be just like any other pretty young woman. Rachel told me how much you’ve been looking forward to this so I’m sure you won’t be disappointed."

George screamed silently but his sleeping body failed to give any indication of his horror at what was about to be done to him. His last conscious thought was how on earth Rachel could have planned all this.

George felt his hair being pulled gently when he woke and, as his eyes slowly adjusted to the bright lights of the salon, he saw himself in the mirror, his head covered in a tight rubber cap.

"Welcome back." A female voice said. "You’ve been sleeping for over an hour Georgina. We’re just finishing off your perm and applying a little bleach before completing your makeup."

Georgina? What was going on? He wanted to argue but, instead of his customary deep voice, a high-pitched alto sprang from his crimson lips. "Am I going to be blond?" he gushed, unsure of where the words came from.

"Platinum." The beautician replied proudly. "You’re going to look stunning."

George gasped as a torrent of post-hypnotic suggestions forced him into a state of near euphoria at this news. Despite his conscious mind still trying to come to terms with the true horror of his predicament, the pleasure he felt could not be denied and he found himself unable to contain his excitement any longer.

"I’ve always wanted to be a platinum blond." He lisped. "And the makeup looks fantastic. Can I buy cosmetics here?"

The beautician laughed. "Of course you can but I think that your friend Rachel has already taken care of that for you. She took most of my stock this morning. She said something about the bolder colours suiting the dresses and skirts she’s got for you at home. She showed me some of the outfits she’s bought you and, even though I’ve not got anything quite like it here for you today, you’re going to have a great time trying everything on."

George watched his glossed lips in the mirror as they parted in a genuine smile, the long dark lashes fluttering crazily around the dark pools of heavy eye-shadow and kohl. Even through the sheer white of his foundation, he noticed his rouged cheeks blush. As he turned, he felt the weight of his new earrings for the first time.

"Some of the underwear would be a little too risqué for me." The beautician added. "But, for two young woman sharing a flat, I suppose you’ll be going out looking for men together."

George felt himself shudder but his heavily made up features gave no hint of his concerns.

"Risqué?" he asked.

"I’ve never worn rubber myself." The beautician replied. "But she insisted it was what you wanted and I wish I was young enough to wear it. I didn’t realise latex clothing was in fashion."

George was then moved over to the basin where his hair was thoroughly washed before being placed under a drier. Half an hour later, the style was apparently set and the colour stable enough to be brushed out and curled. Looking at himself in the mirror, he could barely believe that he had once been male.

Rachel met him at the door as he teetered in on five-inch stiletto heels. George was wearing a figure-hugging dress made of metallic Lycra. His false breasts gave the impression of a perfect cleavage and, now wearing a strict corset, his figure looked fantastic. To all intents and purposes, George was now a perfectly proportioned and very attractive young woman

"Wow. You look great." Rachel stammered, seeing her fiancé wearing makeup and female clothing for the first time. "And your hair; is it a wig?"

"No." George giggled with his new girlish mannerisms. "They styled it for me at the clinic. You’ll have to get used to me being a ravishing blond from now on."

Rachel sighed, pulling him close before planting a deep kiss on his highly glossed lips. "I never expected your transformation to be quite this good." She explained breathlessly. "You look stunning George, quite beautiful in an
innocent sort of way."

"Innocent?" he asked, raising his plucked eyebrows as he spoke.

"Just a turn of phrase." Rachel clarified. "Don’t worry about it. You’ll look much more interesting tomorrow."

George walked with surprising confidence on his towering heels towards the bedroom. "I’ve got another appointment in a couple of days." He called from the doorway. "But I feel incredibly tired for some reason. Would you mind if I went to bed early?"

Rachel stared in amazement. He seemed so at ease in stilettos, his body moulded into the delicious curves of a glamorous woman and his face barely recognisable beneath the expertly applied cosmetics.

"My ears hurt too." He explained, turning his head slightly to show off the long drop earrings he was now wearing. "I’ve just had them pierced and they’re still a little sore unfortunately."

"Sure." Rachel replied. "It will take me a while to get used to seeing you like this anyway. I’ll lay out your clothes for tomorrow; you can try everything on in the morning."

George hesitated momentarily. "Are you sure you’re ok about all this Rachel?" he said softly. "I can’t even begin to explain how much better I feel now that I’ve finally gone through with it but it must be kind of strange seeing your boyfriend dressed as a woman, albeit a rather attractive one."

"You’re so sensitive now too." Rachel observed. "But no, I don’t mind at all. I think you look wonderful and, to tell you the truth, I’ve always felt more comfortable in female company. This probably isn’t the time for confessions but I’ve been confused about my sexuality for years. This way, I get to satisfy my curiosity about sleeping with other women and I also keep my boyfriend. What could be better? You’ll find out about my other little secret tomorrow."

George smiled, blowing Rachel an affected kiss as he retired. He waved with elegantly manicured fingers as he closed the bedroom door.

George woke early and, despite the deeply implanted suggestions, his appearance still startled him as he pulled down the lace coverlet that barely hid his new breasts. He slipped out of bed, taking a little time to enjoy the soft caress of his long silk nightgown, before making his way over to the dresser. He tidied his long blond hair and noticed for
the first time that Rachel had left some cosmetics on the dressing table.

He smiled before eagerly opening the foundation she had bought for him. He sponged it on the smooth skin of his face before setting it with a loose powder and starting on his eyes. Mascara and eyeshadow seemed to go on easily enough and, after a little practice with a large brush, he quickly applied a little blusher to highlight his prominent cheekbones.

He selected a bright crimson lipstick and, once it was dry, he sealed the colour beneath a shimmer of gloss. George completed his morning makeover with some more earrings.

Satisfied with his appearance, he then turned to the closet to find the clothes Rachel had put out for him. He gasped loudly when he saw what she expected him to wear. He considered waking her to state that there was no way he could ever possibly consider wearing such outrageous garments but then, noticing the beautiful high heeled shoes she had bought for him to accompany the outfit, he had second thoughts. The shoes were stunning, patent leather 7-inch stilettos with fetishistic padlocked ankle straps.

He groaned in confusion. The shoes were so tempting…

Thirty minutes later, he was finally ready. With his long blond hair draped elegantly across one shoulder, George made the final adjustments to his sleek latex corsellette, appreciating the way the tactile material held his stomach tightly and accentuated the soft roundness of his hips.

In rubber, his legs looked incredible and, even though he could barely feel his skin beneath the muted touch of shoulder-length latex gloves, he was already enjoying the impression of lascivious sexuality the clothes had afforded him.

The only other clothes Rachel had provided for him were a sleek red corset and an incredibly short rubber mini-skirt. The hem barely covered his panties but, enjoying himself immensely now, George had few doubts about putting it on. He gasped, seeing how much of his crotch was openly displayed but, beneath the tight membrane of black rubber, there was
little to remind him of his previous masculinity. He smiled before sealing the gleaming corset around his diminishing waist.

"Mmm…" Rachel purred as her fiancé sashayed into the kitchen, now seeming much more at ease in his 6-inch heels. "You look good enough to eat. Rubber suits you George."

"I guess it should be Georgina now." he said softly, running a perfectly polished nail around the hem of his skirt. "Dr White suggested that my transition would be easier if I took another name and ‘Georgina’ does seem more suitable somehow."

"That’s fine… Georgina…" Rachel stammered. "Now why don’t you come over here and give your girlfriend a kiss. I’ve been looking forward to this for ages."


Six months had passed since that first fateful appointment with Dr White and, even after such a long period of time, the deeply implanted hypnotic suggestions had shown no sign of weakening. Georgina woke early, as she often did now and began her preparations for the day ahead. George had resigned from his job at the office some months before and Georgina had settled quickly into a new career as a stylist at a local salon. The job offered her much more freedom than anything else she could have found and they even tolerated the outlandish rubber clothes and fetishistic heels she now wore every day.

After ‘the change’ Georgina’s relationship with Rachel blossomed but, encouraged by her perverse girlfriend, Georgina had inevitably found herself drawn to men and she was now dating a handsome young businessman called Tony. She smiled as she applied another coat of lipstick, anticipating their rendezvous later that evening. Tony was going to love
seeing her latest outfit; he was always incredibly aroused by rubber and heels. She could hardly wait…


You have until January 31 to pick the man who makes the prettiest girl (details here)!

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