UNDERCOVER, By Robin Genes



When the publisher called me into her office, I was excited. I’d only 
been out of school a year and when the boss assigned a story, that meant 
something big. The publisher was a gorgeous lady in her early thirties 
that inherited the newspaper when her father died. What a dish. She was 
a breath taking blonde and dressed conservative-sexy. She was wearing a 
"Hepburn" style ivory suit, with a tight skirt that had a walking back 
slit and back zipper. I notice details, that’s why I’m going to make a 
great reporter. 

Anyway, back to the story; I’d heard from other reporters that you were 
never to question her assignments or your career as a reporter was over. 
She served me coffee and told me my assignment... I almost choked. I was 
to try enrolling at the Chrissy Institute. When I heard what that meant, 
I thought she was crazy. She explained that an inside story might be the 
scoop of the year. I was the only reporter that had the right attributes 
for the assignment. I was young, thin and had delicate features. 

I was told to see my editor for the details and a briefing. We had many 
meetings to discuss the strategy of getting me in and what I might find. 
I had to make them believe that I wanted to be a dame! 

The problem was, no one knew where Chrissy was. We had one lead... Phil. 
I went to a local beauty salon and made an appointment with Phil, a chic 
Beverly Hills hairdresser. Rumor was that he had connections with the 
Institute. I was to confess to Phil that I wanted a girl’s haircut. That 
I liked it better long and curled. Phil hopefully would then tell me 
about Chrissy. 

Phil was cool. I expected him to immediately tell me about Chrissy. He 
showed no surprise at my request and matter-of-factly cut and permed my 
hair. My editor had told me this might happen and that I was to continue 
going to Phil until he told me about the Institute. For months I 
continued to go to the Salon and my hair was beginning to look girlish. 
Some of the guys at work were beginning to tease me. 

More months went by and either Phil was very cautious or he didn’t know 
anything. I had to make my move or this assignment was dead-ended. One 
night, I followed Phil to a bar called the Queen’s Polo Lounge. Early 
the next night, I went to the bar with hopes that Phil would again show 
up. 

When he saw me, he coolly said hello, and went to meet a group of 
beautiful women at the end of the bar. I don’t mean just attractive, I 
mean gorgeous, tall striking women, dressed to kill. One was a little 
androgynous. I saw Phil point me out and they all laughed. He must have 
told them my secret. This assignment was getting to be real 
embarrassing. 

To my surprise, Phil motioned for me to join them. 

He introduced me to the group. The last woman was Mia. A break. Could 
the rumors be true?? 

While we made small talk, Mia kept looking me over. Intensely, like she 
was looking for something. The institute never came up. I even tried to 
get her talking by asking what she did for a living. She said smugly, 
"I’m an artist." The others just laughed, and I let it drop. It was 
interesting to be surrounded by such beautiful women. Mia’s perfume 
almost made my eyes water. 

Shortly after, I asked Phil to lighten my hair. I hoped that would bring 
him out. He again didn’t say a word but before I left he handed me a 
perfumed card. On it was only a phone number. The perfume was Mia’s. 

It was spooky to call the number; it rang 20 times before Mia picked it 
up, saying, "Hello Robin. Phil said you needed some help. Why don’t you 
come up and we’ll talk about it." She gave me the address. 

I drove to Mia’s in my old 1965 Austin Healey 3000. I’d had it from high 
school. Dad went "halfsies" on it. Mom hated it. She was sure that I’d 
kill myself showing off to the other guys. Something’s in life are like 
dinosaurs, you know you should get rid of them, but just can’t. When it 
was running, it felt good to roar around with the top down. I loved its 
engines deep rumble; like the heart of a lion only through a 
loudspeaker. It needed a valve job and lots of work, but I loved this 
car. 

The estate had an imposing entrance. Tall walls and trees screened it 
from view, in fact, there wasn’t even a street number posted. Just a 
gate, with a closed circuit TV monitor. I was a little anxious. What if 
this was more than just a beauty school for boys and something more 
sinister? 

It was like they were waiting; the gate just opened. I drove in and the 
large gate locked behind me. My heart pounded as I tried to remember my 
cover story. Let’s see, I work at Equity Home Securities as an Analyst. 
Yea, that’s it. I’m from Spokane, and have been here 3 months. Yea. I 
hoped that the newspaper had my rear covered. These people were sure to 
check. 

This was my first venture into a real mansion. I parked in the circular 
driveway, and was greeted by a pert maid in a short skirted uniform. She 
said, "Bon Jour, Robin. I am Renee, and I will take you to Mia." 

"Merci," I said a little nervously at Renee’s use of my first name. 

The mansion was huge. According to the tax records, 23,347 square feet 
to be exact. (I do my homework.) I tried to get the building plans but 
for some reason they were lost. At least that’s what that babe at the 
building department said. The entry was bigger than my apartment and 
floored in marble. I thought, this is what you call "Big Bucks". 

Mia was out on the patio, waiting for me was my favorite drink, an 
O.F.I. special. I always had to tell the bartenders how to make it. Yet, 
there it was. Perfectly made. I questionably looked at Mia. She smiled, 
"That is what you were drinking when we met, wasn’t it?" 

She then stopped smiling and said, "Do you know why you’re here?" I 
shook my head. 

"Phil told me about your interest and I think I can help you be 
happier." 

I had been working on my blush and on cue, turned crimson. I tried to 
look surprised and said, "What do you mean?" 

"Cut the crap," she said. "I know all about your feminine side. I’ve 
seen hundreds with it. I can help you." 

She went on to explain about FMS and its signs. She said, "You have them 
all. A perfect candidate. All those girls I was with at the bar were 
boys we’ve feminized." 

"No," I shyly looked down and tried to blush again. She was buying it. 
she went to a wall and pushed a button. A life-size TV screen appeared 
and a videotape started to explain her institute. Mia was the narrator. 

"The purpose of the Chrissy Institute is to help you learn everything 
about becoming feminine. This is not for the casual cross-dresser. This 
Institute is about a total changeover. In the beginning, some of the 
professionals laughed and said that femininity couldn’t be teamed 

They were wrong. We can change the gender signals that you send out and 
the way you feel about your sea and your body." 

Nick was introduced. He looked like any young boy about 22 years old. He 
was in jeans, a T-shirt and sneakers. 

Mia’s video continued, "This was Nick a year ago. Nick was sent to us by 
the juvenile authorities. He has EMS. 

He looked shy and nervous. 

"Many of our training techniques may cause you to develop such a 
feminine image that many of the ingredients of maleness may be 
permanently lost. We don’t advocate operations... We believe that the 
happiest position is to remain male and thoroughly groom our personality 
and behavior into that of a females By following our training and 
exercises, your maleness will be overcome by feminine mannerisms and 
behavior. Our goal is to make our trainees so feminine that they can 
live and work without any fear of humiliation." 

Mia continued, "This is Nicki today." 

A shapely young girl walked on camera. You couldn’t tell it was Nick. He 
appeared contented in his silk afternoon dress and heels. 

Mia asked how he felt now. Nicki said, "I want to thank you for not only 
making me look like and act like a girl, but also want to be one. 
Chrissy Institute has feminized my mind, my feelings, my nature and made 
me delighted to be a girl as far as was physically possible."

Mia stopped the tape and said, "What do you think?" 

I tried to not laugh, this had to be the biggest con since the Ponsi 
schemes. Yet she was so straight forward about it. No hinting around;
right to the point. My newspaper shrink had warned, "You can’t appear 
too eager." I tried blushing again, and said, "Gee, I don’t know. It 
must be very expensive. I couldn’t ever afford this place." 

Mia smiled and said, "You will be treated to luxury-spa type treatments. 
This is expensive, but my late husband who worked himself to death, set 
up a fund, a scholarship for those who are needy. I think you would be a 
perfect candidate." 

I was close but everything said, "Proceed with caution." Mia didn’t get 
here by being stupid. There must have been hundreds of reporters who 
have tried to get a story about this place. And I was close. 

She handed me a brochure on the Institute. It said: 
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Desensitizing you to your transformation. 

What will happen to your personality? 

Bringing out the lady in you: Why be a man’s equal when you can be a 
woman’s equal. Being a woman is not inferior or superior; just very 
different. 

Feeling Frightened: There are several reasons for the mental confusion 
and fear or insecurity. One is a lack of commitment, another is fear of 
the unknown. Over 50% of the world live in femininity. Believe it or 
not, few people will be hostile after your conversion. 

Mental Barriers: After you’ve started to show signs of feminization, 
you’ll most likely question your decision. Indecisiveness is a feminine 
quality and is a sign of increasing feminine personality development. 
When your masculinity is stripped away, you’ll experience a feeling of 
nakedness and vulnerability. You’ll feel weak and exposed as your 
muscles soften. As your figure slims and hips widen you’ll find your 
balance different and you’ll walk effortlessly with a sway. 

The Chrissy Institute concentrates on methods of complete feminization. 
Your mind will change also your body and comportment. This is not an 
overnight process. Your personality must be ready to accept the 
pleasures and pains of feminine development. Practice is required until 
it becomes naturally Therefore, no one is allowed to leave after 
orientation. 

At the institute many special preparations are used. Some will unsettle 
you at first such as being estrogenized. All the methods have one 
objective; the developing and insemination of female instincts and 
inhibiting your male ones. 

At the Institute, you win be expected to do your best to make yourself 
into a perfect girl carrying out all you are told to do by the various 
experts. 

Becoming non-male: Most of your treatment win revolve around becoming 
non-male. Your rough skin win become soft, angles will become curves and 
your stride will become a swing. You will learn more about men then you 
knew as one. This is because we will be looking at your maleness and 
systematically eliminating it. By becoming non-male you will become an 
attractive female. 

Example: A wife tells of her husbands transformation: 

"I never think of him as my husband. For me he’s now my sister. Of 
course, I still remember him as my husband - and how difficult our life 
was together. After his business failure, he had to rely on my 
inheritance. I told him that some major changes had to be made. He was 
reluctant at first. I told him of my plans to send him to the institute. 
Then the feminizing process began. I must admit I liked the idea of my 
husband being transformed into a girl I have done all I can to see that 
he becomes as girlish and feminine as possible. I know he’s much happier 
today. I feel many boys would be happier in the role of girls, given the 
opportunity to change. I mean to change gender, not sex. There are many 
young men that have soft features and figures that with their wife’s 
help could easily take the female role. Hormones and minor surgery can 
do wonders to such boys. It’s important to encourage the boys early to 
take the feminine role. This allows ‘playing girl" to become natural and 
a part of their personality. It is important that they learn to love 
being a girl and feel beautiful, not as effeminate men, but as females. 
My husband thanked me for his transformation. He now works as a 
secretary and loves his work." 


Exercises during your transformation: 

As your body becomes feminized slowly, your new actions will become 
natural. It’s important to practice and do the exercises. With a little 
patience, you’d soon forget all your male mannerisms. 

The small print said: 

(Note to professionals: in counseling these boys, remember that you are 
taking them through the normal development stages that women experience. 
Their psyche must learn to exclude male traits from themselves 
psychically. They will develop jealousy of this and other male symbols, 
thus preparing themselves to accept completely their feminine roles. To 
become feminine, a man must accept the loss of his phallus status. In 
these subjects, acceptance of this phallus-less role along with a 
certain narcissistic affirmation, will make a decisive step towards 
their future femininity. 

Along with this loss comes other emotions. One is envy of all strong and 
virile men with their intact, vigorous phallus status. Another is fear 
of possible physical harm by these dominant men and its repercussion. 
Therefore, these subjects, in their make-up, require help to neutralize 
anxiety and enable them to accept the dangers inherent with their new 
role.) 
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After I finished reading the brochure, I folded it and went to put it in 
my pocket. Mia said, "No... No. That must stay here." I handed it back 
to her, disappointed at losing a little evidence. She asked, "What do 
you think?" 

I didn’t want to be too eager so I said, "Can I call you tomorrow?" 

"Sorry, if you accept, you start right now. We’ll make any calls for you 
to explain your absence. Don’t worry about your job, we’ll find you a 
new one later. You’ll be here for at least six months. Depends on your 
progress. We will not allow anyone out before they are perfect in mind 
and body. Take a look." 

We walked over to a picture window which looked over the Olympic sized 
pool surrounded by waterfalls and ponds. The house was built on a knoll 
and had a view of the city. Around the pool were a several shapely girls 
in bikinis. I started to say, "WOW!" Then it struck me. These were boys; 
students of Mia’s. Could I change that much? No way. I would just stay 
long enough to get a story and escape over the wall. I figured two weeks 
"max." 

I told Mia with a much practiced grateful look, "I don’t know how to 
thank you." I took another look out the window. This could have been the 
Playboy Mansion and these boys Playmates. The grounds even looked like 
The Playboy mansion which was around here somewhere. I couldn’t 
remember... was it next door? 

Mia asked Renee to show me to my room. It was decorated in pink and 
white, pink walls with floor to ceiling white lace draperies. There were 
fresh flowers on the desk and next to the bed. This was like a five star 
hotel, maybe better; I was staying for free. 

Renee explained to me the daily routine. Up by seven, I would find a 
video outside the door that would explain that day’s program. (That was 
good; more proof) I looked out the window. They had moved my Healey. I 
was worried about it. After this story, I’d fix it up. Maybe soup up the 
engine. It could be a real muscle car. 

Renee told me to take a bath while she prepared my room. This was 
luxury. I sat in the tub, surrounded by bubbles and a rose fragrance. I 
had always thought a bubble bath was for sissies. I reflected on the 
coming events. I must somehow keep these notes of my feelings but they 
might not like that. A diary, that’s it; it’s even a girlish thing to 
do. 

I was going to have to pretend to like being a sissy. I’d always hated 
weak men. I was tough! I thought about my life. My parents named me 
Robin, which is given to girls as well as boys. I always resented it. On 
top of that, my features, complexion and figure wasn’t muscular like the 
other boys. I got into a lot of fights at school. I guess that’s why I 
studied English and became a reporter. 

I shaved my legs as instructed. I never had much body hair and I knew it 
would grow back. I was surprised by the sleek and slick feeling. I made 
a mental note to include feelings in my article. 

Renee was smiling when I came out of the bathroom, scantily dressed only 
in a pink frilly robe. I had to keep reminding myself; They think I like 
this. Renee held up a dainty garment with lace edging. Could it be? They 
were?? ...girl’s panties? 

I felt like running. I hadn’t thought about the details of this 
assignment. Actually wearing girl’s underwear and clothes? Could I make 
myself do it and make them believe that I "liked it?" I found myself 
stepping into "the panties" or as Renee corrected, "my panties." I had 
no trouble blushing this time as Renee watched. I asked for privacy but 
Renee just said, "Look, don’t worry, I used to be like you." 

No! Renee couldn’t be a boy. I had examined every inch of this 
delightful young lady. What a dish. Long hair up in a bun, full hips and 
rear. The uniform he wore was so tight that every curve showed. Were the 
other boys here like Renee? 

I asked Renee when I’d get to meet some of the others. She said, "Not 
for a while. Many boys want to quit before then." 

She took a brassiere from a drawer and slipped it over my arms, then 
tightened it in back. The cups were a little empty. She laughed and 
said, "Don’t worry dear, you’ll soon be filling them out. The doctor 
will see you tomorrow." 

The next two hours became blur; a flurry of make-up and clothes. Only to 
be cleared by the sight of an attractive young girl looking back at me 
from the mirror. She was me! 

Later when I was alone, I looked through the room. The magazines were 
all women’s ones such as Seventeen, Women’s Day, Vogue, etc. There were 
video tapes but they were also only women’s themes such as Kate and 
Ally, specials by Madonna, Dolly Parton, etc. The books were the same: 
The Women’s Room, Looking Good, etc. I grabbed a magazine and read 
myself to sleep. This was sure dull. You know, girl stuff: hair styles, 
latest skirt lengths, make-up hints.

The next morning, I woke to music, canned music coming from a wall 
speaker. It was an "elevator music" version of "I enjoy being a girl." I 
wondered how long it had been on? It felt funny but not unpleasant to be 
sleeping in a nightgown. I hated the way its straps cut into my 
shoulders. Renee came into the room and handed me a video that explained 
a part of that day’s schedule. 
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It was on: 

"Skin Care: Cosmetic Application and Hair Beautification:" 

"Electrolysis: It is painful but necessary. Giving up your beard 
permanently removes a major masculine trait and routine. The beard and 
shaving It also removes the dark shadow from your face, softening and 
making your appearance more youthful. Many find that with the removal of 
their beards, people easily start referring to them as "Miss" or 
"Ma’am." Most men at first like not having the chore of shaving. But a 
new daily routine will take its place...putting on makeup. You will be 
expected to wear makeup almost every place you go for the rest of your 
feminine life. you will soon feel naked without it." 

"Make-up and application training:"

"It is usually a shock the first time a boy is made-up. He is used to 
looking in the mirror and seeing a boy. It is after being made-up that 
he finds his sister or a female staring back. Contemporary makeup didn’t 
exist until the late 19th century and then only for the stage. Women 
didn‘t wear it until after World War I. The boys must be taught how to 
wear makeup and develop a "look". They must be taught what it means to 
wear too much rouge or too red of lipstick. To feel naughty because they 
put a blue luminous powder on their eyelids. To blush when a man says 
they’re attractive." 

"Rouge is applied to give you a blush. This blush is like the natural 
glow of a woman during sexual excitement." 

"Leg care: we expect you to shave your legs and other body hair daily." 

"Hair care: color and hair style; What type of hairstyle should you 
wear? We suggest that the boys let their hair grow at least 4 months 
before coming to our Institute. Your hair is a strong part of your new 
non-maleness. You will learn to curl and blow dry your hair. We think 
the most attractive styles are shoulder length, full flowing ones that 
shift in the wind. We also suggest that most of our students become 
blondes at least for a while. A few boys have trouble with the attention 
they receive as blondes but blonde is considered the most feminine hair 
color. Blondes are assumed by people as more fun to be around. Your life 
will get brighter along with your hair." 


I removed my peignoir and Renee helped me into lingerie and a basic 
shift dress and heels. I felt so awkward and strange. How could they 
think any guy would like this. But it was too late to turn back now. 

Before I knew what was happening, they were bleaching my hair a golden 
blonde. Large pink curlers were rolled into my hair. I was told they 
would create long flowing curls. 

After a time under the dryer, they removed the curlers and brushed out 
the results. My face was surrounded by a mass of blonde curls and waves. 
All was fixed with hair spray. Renee acclaimed, "You’ll get a lot of 
compliments on your hair. I also have curly soft hair. After becoming a 
blonde, people always were asking about it, like what type of shampoo I 
use, etc. Men like to touch it." 

I can’t explain the pain that day. Four hours of electrolysis with two 
operators and make-up lessons. They applied long, oval shaped acrylic 
nails to my hands and polished them a bright red. My toes were not 
spared. They weren’t fooling around here. Any other reporter would have 
headed for the hills. Not me, I’m tenacious. Two weeks for the story of 
the year; I can tough it out. 

Just before dinner in my room, the doctor arrived to examine me. Dr. 
Holt was a handsome man about 40 and six foot three. I wanted to ask for 
his credentials, but felt this was out of place. He examined me and 
said, "Yes, Mia was right, you are a perfect candidate. Your body has a 
lot of feminine characteristics." 

I blushed, this man was the ultimate in masculinity. Any girl would love 
him, he looked like Tom Selleck. Here I was naked, except for panties, 
and he was pointing out my wide hips and short thin stature. I’d show 
him... my article would expose this sham. 

He reached into his bag and pulled out a prepared hypodermic. I felt 
like a vice cop. I had to get their confidence or I might as well run 
for it. I asked with normal interest, "What’s that for?" 

He laughed then said, "Just to calm down a few of your male hormones." 
The needle was positioned at my buttock and I looked at the ceiling. I’d 
always hated shots. 

I felt a shooting pain as the needle penetrated, then the strangest 
sensation as it’s cool contents entered my hip. A queasy feeling ran 
through me. It felt strange, but not entirely unpleasant. 

I pulled up my panties and my hand went up to straighten a stray blonde 
curl. They were sure moving fast. I asked Dr. Holt when I’d notice 
anything. He just laughed and said, "You boys are always in such a 
hurry." 

The next morning at ten to seven, my stomach was churning and I went to 
the toilet and threw up. I still hadn’t been able to turn off that god 
awful canned music. I didn’t like it when Helen Reddy did "I am woman" 
and I hated waking up to it. Renee said my nausea was natural and turned 
the video on: 
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Visual poise:
 
"Your movements will become willingly graceful and feminine. As your 
figure slims and hips widen you‘ll find your balance different and 
you’ll walk effortlessly with a sway." 

"Walking: Learning to walk like a lady. First you will be taught and 
then expected to never take a clumsy step again. You will start with 
medium high heels and within hours will be walking like a female. In a 
short time youth have that pretty, swingy, free-striding roll of your 
hips perfected. Your walk will be proud and sensual with a slight wiggle 
at your bottom." 

"Sitting: Face the mirror. What impression do you make as you sit in 
your chair. Never sit squarely in chair or slump. Be lovely, press your 
knees together. Never let those knees separate, it’s not lady like. Try 
not to tug at your skirt. Rising from chair. If your skirt is full, 
gently pull out at the sides and rise." 


That day I learned model posing, walking, visual poise and a few turns. 
They used a state-of-the-art video equipment to refine each move. 

I still was not allowed to see any of the others, only Renee. I could 
however see the pool and terrace. One of the senior students sunbathed 
daily. From this distance, I couldn’t be sure it was a student. Renee 
assured me it was. This boy had his red hair pulled tight into a 
ponytail and it was so radiant that the sunlight reflected in it like a 
mirror. The pony tail would fall over his shoulder and spill down over 
the top of his bikini. He’d sun bathe in the warm sun, sometimes combing 
the ponytail with his manicured fingers. Other times he’d wrap it around 
his hand like a bandage. I watched him when ever I could. Why would a 
guy want to do this??? His figure seemed so feminine. This must be part 
of the con. No man would ever want a girl’s body. yet there he was, 
stretched out in the sun, wearing a girl’s bikini and filled it nicely 
too. If only I could talk to this guy... then I’d have a story! 

I never ran out of questions for Renee. He rarely would answer. He did 
tell me the story of a mother seeing her son for the first time after a 
summer at Chrissy. 

Renee reflected, "She was shocked when Davie sauntered into the room. 
His hair had been beautifully curled and the short dress he wore 
displayed smooth thighs and legs which most girls would kill for. He 
looked like a Miss Teen contestant." 

Renee continued, "His mother was feeling guilty for sending her son here 
as a punishment for being mean to his sister and bad grades. He had FMS, 
but his mother was thinking of pulling him out. Mia took her aside and 
pointed out the obvious. It was too late. Davie now thought and 
responded like a girl. Sending Davie back to school in pants would be 
cruel. Mia said, "Sure, you could cut his long hair but, his figure had 
already developed to where boys’ locker rooms were off-limits." His 
point of view and comportment was now that of a young girl’s. His mother 
scrutinized Davie, who was sitting meticulously in his pink and white 
rose print dress with the short flaring skirt. His matching pink pumps 
with 3 inch heels were new and she knew he would be in pain as they 
broke in. yet her son sat, knees pressed primly together. Every so 
often, he'd instinctively adjusted the hem of his skirt to cover his 
knees. Davie's mother wouldn't be buying him baseballs and footballs for 
Christmas. He'd be getting bras, panties, perfume and dresses. Davie's 
mother had trouble with her rambunctious boy, now Davie would have the 
boy problems." 


Could this place truly do all that?? To me?? 

My days were filled with more lessons and electrolysis. Also hours of 
exercises, wearing high heels at all times. We did toe strength 
exercises; toe curls pencil pickups. 

Mornings, I now dressed myself. My newly manicured nails pulled on nylon 
stockings. I effortlessly zipped, snapped, and straightened women's 
clothes on my body. 

The days seemed to last forever. They were crammed with lessons and 
beauty treatments. Could I last two weeks? 

After these few days, I knew I'd never be the same. My attention kept 
wandering. I seemed more afraid of the dark. I even burst into tears 
once because I ran a nylon. 

I'd wake up and have to throw cold water in my face to remember what day 
it was. I hoped for a break soon. 

The next video: 
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Wardrobe Planning 

"Learning to shop. you may at first be overwhelmed by the choices 
involved in your new wardrobe. In the recent past women were expected to 
wear dresses at almost all occasions, except for an occasional pair of 
pants for working in the garden. Today most women have a complete 
wardrobe of pants and pant outfits. We suggest that for the first year, 
you avoid pants as much as possible and wear skirts and dresses until 
they are a natural part of your personality. This first year allows your 
figure to develop and adapt to your figure training. After a year of 
constant skirt wearing, your movements will flow; even in pants, your 
aura wig be feminine. One trainer requires his boys to wear satin 
panties with lace trim, lacy garter belts and thigh high stockings to 
reinforce their new vulnerability and teach femininity. We don't 
subscribe to this hard line theory but feet that until a boy is 
comfortable with feminine clothes, pants are out. Our Institute's rules 
are that when your hips are 10 inches more than your waist and you are 
totally comfortable in your cache device you may wear shorts or pants. 
You must also have at least an A cup breast development." 

"Many of the younger boys love the new tight jean look and after a year 
of skirts look forward to getting back in pants. We have found that a 
pair of tight jeans or black velvet slacks can create a truly feminine 
appearance." 

"Another important point in the training; you should never be completely 
nude, especially at the beginning. We suggest a minimum of some feminine 
clothes even if only stockings and heels. Without some reminder of your 
girlish role, you are prone to forget for a moment your role and its 
proper dress." 

"Shopping tour: Today you will learn to shop and pick out a complete 
wardrobe from our Institute's shop. you will learn the basics; avoid 
male fabrics and styles...if you wanted them, you would still be in your 
three piece suits and not silk panties. Men's cut clothes can do nothing 
to show how womanly you are. Pick out clothes that are subtle and have a 
promise of sexiness, but not plunging necklines. Wear dresses. A dress 
by itself is very feminine. Flared skirts that play around your legs are 
a good choice. Red is an attractive color and will make you feel alive. 
Black is also nice and creates a subconscious impression of feminine 
surrender. But it also implies sadness." 


After several hours in class learning about fashion, I was taken into 
the boutique to shop. I was to pick out dresses and lingerie for the 
rest of my stay. These weren’t just clothes, these were fashions! Most 
from Paris and New York. All very stylish and feminine. My sister would 
have been envious of this shopping trip. All free and mine to keep. I 
was fitted for lingerie. Not the basic stuff, but lacy and sexy panties, 
bras and slips. One low-cut black bra had straps that were so delicate, 
I thought they’d break. The boutique was run by Heidi who is a fashion 
consultant to the stars. She said, "Now Robin, let’s pick you out an 
attractive wardrobe."

I had been typed... that is, there are many types of women, such as 
exotic, intellectual, romantic or voluptuous. I was told I was the 
Ingenious type. That's a young, dainty, and playful girl. I should wear 
ruffles and ribbons in my hair. can you imagine that? These people 
sincerely think I'm into this stuff. I can't wait to see their faces 
when my article hits the street. 

Heidi said, "Your lingerie should always match. I suggest shades of pink 
and pastels. This silk dress is you, darling." I tried it on and 
detested wearing it. It felt so uncomfortably light and diaphanous. 

I swallowed hard as dresses and skirts were picked out. I had to try 
them all on. If I showed any resistance they might catch on. I tried to 
show enthusiasm at each level of feminization I achieved. I assumed 
their wanted feminine mannerisms for the sake of my story. Maybe I had 
enough for a story now... Naw! Since I'm in, I might as well see what 
else I can learn. 

I now found myself prettily dressed as a girl all the time. I was even 
getting used to my high heels and the swish of my slips and dresses. I 
was learning to be a girl the way they wanted. I could see how men who 
weren't as strong as I, could learn to psychologically accept this role. 
Not me, I could never be brainwashed into liking this girl junk. 

The next video was on Accessories: 
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Jewelry and Earrings:

"Piercing your ears. Many boys find this a milestone in their conversion. 
We will have your ears pierced soon after the first sign of breast 
development. This is done by our doctors. The dangling feeling at your 
ears will increase the sensual feeling of your body changes." 

"Perfumes: Each night you are to use the perfumed oil called Estrofume as 
a body lotion. Pour a teaspoon of oil into your palm. Rub your hands 
together, then apply to your breasts and buttocks with a circular 
motion. Stroke the oil upward on your stomach with both hands. Using 
more oil, work upward on your shaven legs, from the ankle to the tops of 
your thighs." 

"Shoes: Wearing the right shoes are important. Within a short time you 
will find the sound of your heels clicking on the sidewalk comforting. 
Your shoes are at the bottom of your new role in life and high heels are 
the foundation. High heels aren't just a symbol of your feminine role, 
they give you a feminine look, poise and carriage. High heels give you a 
sexier, leggier appearance." 

"From the first day, you have been expected to wear 3 inch heels and 
after a month will graduate to 4 inch. Consistent wearing of these heels 
wig feminize your gait by forcing a shortening of the stride. High heels 
also add a swaying, mincing step that suggests helpless femininity." 

"During special classes you will be required to wear very skin tight high 
heels (5 inch and more) for an extended period. This is to reinforce 
that as a woman you are less free and more dependent on others for 
support. After several years of heels, you can try some "sensible" shoes 
at home." 


Renee started to open up a bit. He used to work in Zurich, and was 
sponsored by a rich club owner. To my surprise, Renee was married... to 
a woman. Actually the institutes psychologist. 

Renee confessed, "She was the one who first found out I had FMS. She 
sent me to Chrissy." 

Renee told me of his first visit to see his wife after six months at the 
institute. "She couldn't help staring at me. I looked exactly like a 
schoolgirl. My nylons were identical to hers and enhanced my legs, along 
with the 4 inch black patented leather heels. My figure had changed a 
lot. Even my waist was unbelievably small. I was still under strict 
figure training and was wearing a corset. She couldn't believe that I 
was a man, her husband. For sure, I could never be one again. My pierced 
ears, budding breasts, and rounded hips would guarantee that. she asked 
Mia if she could work here. You'll meet her tomorrow." 

The next day Renee gave me a paper. It was a test: 
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Part I 


Personality Development: 

Personality test - Check the positive statements. 

__ I want people to like me more. 

__ I get stage fright before a group. 

__ I want to lose weight. 

__ I want to make new friends. 

__ I like going out on dates. 

__ I wish I were more popular. 

__ I get crushes easily. 

__ I do things I later regret. 

etc. 


Part II 


Picking a name: we try to pick names that have a feminine feeling to 
them. May of our instructors like the feminized version of a male name 
such as Johnna for John, or Michelle for Michael. Feminine names you 
prefer________________________________

etc.

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Finally a break. I meet Renee's wife, the Institute's psychologist. We 
had a long talk about my life history (mostly made up, with the help of 
our newspaper's psychologist). 

She explained to me the problems in developing a feminine outlook and 
interests. She said, "One of the biggest differences you'll find is that 
women are more comfortable about verbalizing feelings.  You may be 
uncomfortable at first, but showing and discussing your feelings is an 
important part of developing a feminine personality. You may feel clumsy 
and ill at ease. As a man you protected yourself and controlled your 
feelings. As a woman it's totally acceptable to let your feelings and 
emotions control your actions." 

She continued, "We'll cultivate some new fears in your personality. As 
you change, you'll notice that you become afraid of more things. It's 
just your feminine personality emerging." 

I asked her about her relationship with Renee. 

She describes seeing her husband after his transformation: 

"Renee's mother had wanted a daughter. When Renee was born, she was so 
disappointed that she refused to treat him as a boy. She let his hair 
grow long and kept him in baby dresses for an unusually long time. Even 
at school she insisted that he avoid the rough and dirty games and made 
him study ballet." 

"The other boys wouldn't play with Renee and called him sissy. He became 
disobedient and ill-tempered. This behavior got worse after we were 
married and he became unfeeling and macho. I talked to his mother and 
she suggested the Institute. When he returned, I had not seen him for 
months during his stay at the Institute. I came home late and the 
bedroom was dimly lit and from the door a wafting of perfume...." 

"He stood... in silhouette, his waist length hair brushing his shoulders 
cascading in golden and auburn rivulets over his breasts...His breasts 
are not large but I am shocked by their fullness in such a short time. 
His figure was unmistakably feminine. I cannot see his face, but I know 
that he is smiling... I entered and laid down on the bed." 

"The cool crisp sheets smelled sweet and clean. I closed my eyes and 
heard the door close gently. His scent now permeates the air above me. 
If eel his breath; the movement of the air as he lifts his flowing 
tresses over his shoulder and kneels beside the bed. I'm on my side now. 
I hear him breathing, feel his breath on my face and chest." 

"He sits beside me and drapes his hair softly over my shoulder, stroking 
my face and chest.... He reaches to my rising nipple... teasing..." 

"'Lie back' he says.... His voice is dusk his scent is like the air after 
a springtime shower in the redwoods." 

"I take the pillow, lie back and breathe deeply... The anticipation 
mounts.. He strokes my breast... and we made love." 


"Later we went through his new wardrobe. We were the same size in some 
dresses and had a ball trying on each other's clothes. We are much 
closer now." 
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The next day was more of the same. My face was beet red from the hours 
of Electrolysis, but I wasn't worried about that. They were working on 
my personality. I could see what they were trying to do. It was like 
brainwashing... they weren't going to get me. There were times that I 
began to like some of this stuff. (No, not the corsets and figure 
controls.) My form was undergoing a change. I was being molded like 
putty into the form of a girl. I guess girls must experience this agony.

Renee said, "As you become increasingly non-male, your personality will 
become more attractive. Women will see you as non-threatening. Men will 
instinctively be attracted to your non-male characteristics." 

Renee told me about one of their former students, Philip. "He had been a 
wonderful pupil. He had developed quickly and had a flare for the 
feminine. He took pride in wearing tight sexy dresses and makeup 
perfectly. His problem was wherever he went, men would flock around him 
and become quite pushy." 

Renee continued, "While attention is wanted, this was too much for 
Philip. We studied his case and found that Philip’s body language was 
very meek and submissive...in a seductive manner. His manner of 
conversation with men (smiling with downward eyes) and other submissive 
behaviors such as preening his hair and smoothing his skirt caused men 
to respond in a sexual way. Philip found himself out on many dates 
because he couldn’t say no. We taught him to give deadpan expressions 
and show apathy. He was now able to control his seductiveness. 

It was all I could do not to laugh. 

The next day, I was able to see a teacher’s manual when my make-up 
instructor left the room. I saw: 

(Note to professionals: When counseling the wives, girlfriends or lovers 
of the students encourage them to use comments such as: "I can’t believe 
you’re a boy and not a girl." and "You are so girlish that you could 
never be a boy again." This enforces the new behavior and prevents the 
subject from thinking he can ever return to his old ways. 

The rest of the day was filled with more exercises. After dinner, Renee 
gave me a surprise. My new identification. They had taken everything and 
had it converted to say FEMALE. How could they??? I hadn’t signed 
anything These people must have heavy connections. Maybe even paid off a 
few politicians. I looked through my new driver’s license and U. S. 
Passport. I thought, "Hey, this might be bigger than I thought. I might 
have to stay longer than the two weeks." 

I went to sleep writing my byline. I couldn’t get Renee out of my mind. 
What would make a man want to look so much like a woman? His curved 
figure and blonde hair were so attractive. That day, he had worn a very 
short skirted uniform and spiked heels. I mean, his skirt was so short 
you could see white lacy panties when he bent over. 

It was too bad Renee was a boy. I could go for a chick who looked and 
dressed like him. 

The next day the video was on: 
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Voice Improvement: 

Developing a feminine voice. A woman’s voice is sweet, soft, non-
threatening and has a smile in it. 

There is something very threatening to a man when he gives up his deep 
booming voice Some boys can easily perfect the body but have difficulty 
giving up the power of an aggressive male voice. One such boy, David 
(now Diane) had no problem adjusting to his developing body and worked 
very hard on perfecting his walk and comportment. To look at David, he 
was a dream. Long hair, perfect makeup, and soft curved body. But his 
voice...loud and abrasive. We worked intensively on his natural pitch. 
He had a tendency to lower his voice to "sound more sexy." We added a 
musical quality by intensive work on the vowel sounds, m, n, and ing. He 
practiced saying such sentences as, "The light is on." 

We also added a friendly tone and inflection in pitch. We also trimmed 
the rough edges with new, soft vocabulary. Words such as "lovely", 
"luscious", and "sweet". 

Most boys experience difficulty at first, but gradually you will be 
speaking in a higher pitched tone. It may be a little squeaky at first, 
but with our special throat rinse several times a day and daily 
training, your voice will mellow and you will begin to speak like a 
lady. At the Institute, we have a trainer who win add a cultured, well 
modulated tone to your voice. 

Dr. Holt coated my throat with a medicine to make it higher. There was 
no way according to the newspaper’s experts, that any of these would 
last permanently. 

The days were becoming muddy recollections. I almost couldn’t remember 
what men’s clothes felt like. I was trying hard to do the training. I 
didn’t want them to catch on to my goal. To expose this place and 
it’s... it’s... I don’t know but something’s wrong here. This just isn’t 
right. You know, turning men into women. 

The next day the video was on: 
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Occupation training: 

"What do you want in a job. Several of the best are nursing, hair 
dressing, and waitressing. You will now find yourself as a woman in a 
man’s world. You will be reacted to differently and expected to respond 
as a womanly Most likely your new boss will be a man. Show respect for 
his position... always refer to him as "Mr." Jones, not as Bill." 

"As a woman, it will be up to you to add charm to the office. Not a 
clinging femininity but a helpful charming beauty." 

"Making less: It’s true, women make less than men for the same work. It 
is true, you won‘t be required as often to pay for dinners and 
entertainment. But you will quickly find that buying a new dress and 
clothes for that evening will cost more. You must learn to buy quality 
clothes and take care of them. With daily wear nylons costing almost 
$5.00 a pair, you’ll quickly learn to keep your legs shaved and avoid 
runs. Don’t be surprised if tears comes to your eyes if you run a pair 
at a bad time. There is also more media trying to sell you products. You 
may find your closets full of new dresses but your purse empty." 

"New attitude: It is also a fact that as a woman your relationships with 
other workers will change. Many women are catty and petty among each 
other. The male workers will also test your attitude with sexual jokes 
which we call psychological penetration. Many days you’ll come home 
feeling like you haven‘t a friend. Women are used to this, you must get 
used to being used and get pleasure from helping others." 

"You’ll find that the power you used to want will come but in a 
different form. You’ll find rewards in looking attractive. When you’re 
struggling to walk down the street in your high heels, you’ll feel 
attractive and powerful. You’re trading one type of power for another. 
You must find power in your new role, otherwise you will feel a lot of 
stress." 
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I spent most of the afternoon learning to write with the small script of 
a girl. 

That night I was to choose several feminine careers that I might enjoy. 
I thought that being a stewardess would be fun... or maybe a Vegas show 
girl. I put them down on the "wish list". 

My waist no longer hurt from the waist cinch. That night Renee took my 
body measurements. I was surprised, I guess I’d lost a few pounds. 

My chest also seemed sensitive. My nipples seemed slightly raised and 
itched a lot. My morning nausea went away, but I felt bloated. I also 
felt tired all the time. My vitality seemed to go and I was happy to 
just sit around and read or practice make-up. I was getting very good at 
mood make-up. 

I asked Renee about having breasts. He said, "You’ll love it. Look at 
mine!" Renee pulled down his top and unhooked his bra. My hand went 
instinctively to touch them. They were so warm and soft. To have women’s 
breasts... that would be appalling! 

The next video was the one I was dreading:  
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Body Perfection:  

Developing a feminine figure: 

"The contour of your body has a lot to do with your feminine 
attractiveness. Having the right curves in the right places. Once on 
your way to a feminine figure, you’ll long to look luscious in a bathing 
suit or dreamy dance dress with a plunging neckline. Even baring your 
beautiful feminine breasts to a loved one will be exciting." 

Treatment Administration: 

"You were given a female hormone injection the first day. This is to 
help calm your testosterone and to test your first reaction to estrogen. 
Today, if you have had no adverse reaction, you will be given our secret 
formula, called Castestradiol. It was formulated by a top research 
department of a major medical school. We are the only authorized outlet 
in the world."

The benefits of treatment with Castestradiol: 

"It’s a time release pellet implant that will last six months. One 
simple injection offers quick relief for the symptoms of masculinity and 
their hormonal causes. Time release Castestradiol is absorbed through 
the body, thus assuring a continuous potent supply in the body." 

"It contains all the estrogen’s that are responsible for the development 
and maintenance of a female body and sex characteristics. While they 
won‘t cause the growth of a vagina, they will cause enlargement of the 
breasts through promotion of ductile growth and accretion of fat. They 
also will contribute to the feminine molding of your body contours and 
softening of the skin." 

"Once this pellet in inserted, it is impossible to remove. There is no 
turning back. You will experience puberty again this time into 
womanhood. Your blossoming femininity will create a lot of excitement 
and tension. Each symbolic body and behavior change will confound you 
until fusion." 

Side effects of Castestradiol: 

"Most boys will experience some unpleasant side effects. Remember your 
whole body is changing. Most have a couple of days of a feeling of 
warmth in the face, neck and chest. These ‘flashes’  usually only last a 
day or two. After that, most experience an intense itching around the 
nipple area This is totally natural and will not go away for months." 

"Among the most difficult and embarrassing periods is when you are first 
developing breasts Many of you developing breasts may go through stages 
much like those of a young girl." 

"You may suffer intense embarrassment. Some become socially withdrawn. 
As the front of your shirts begin to show the soft points of womanishly 
development, it’s important to focus on your impending role in life. 
Puff your chest out and let the world view your charms." 
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I was taken immediately to Dr. Holt’s office and examined. I was now 
more than ever intrigued with this place and its mission. I knew that 
two weeks wouldn’t be enough to "get the goods" on Mia and her clan. 

Dr. Holt said, "My, don’t we look lovely today. Are you happy so far?" 

I said, "Yes, what are you going to do today? This won’t affect my 
health, will it?" 

He smiled and said, "No, you’re going to be a healthy young lady... I 
know you’ll like it." 

They gave me a shot of anesthesia in the forearm and used an injector to 
insert the Castestradiol pellets. He was called to the phone. 

When he was out of the room, I looked at the box that the pellet 
Injector was in. It said: 
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**Note to professionals: 
Dose: Time release every six months. 
Warning: As the subject boy develops curves, he will develop new fears. 
A fear of disintegration as his masculinity gives way to feminine sexual 
characteristics. Since these attributes attract the males, the fear of 
penetration appears again as the subject realizes that social he is now 
in the role of receptacle for fertilization. Even the most innocent 
social interaction with men can cause fear in the subject that he could 
be internally violated. 

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That night, I picked the lock on my room. I wanted to make sure that I 
could. Across the hall from my room was the business office. I knew this 
place was crawling with security and closed circuit monitors. I ran 
across the hall and picked the lock. My only hope was the door wasn’t 
alarmed. No bells! Whew! Inside, there were rolls of file cases. Each 
was set up with an elaborate alarm system. Obviously this room was set 
up so the cleaning crews could get in, but the files were locked and 
secure. I checked the desk. Nothing. I went back to my room. I had to 
"get the goods" soon or who knows what could happen. 


Several weeks later: 

I expected to get a lot of information, but nothing turned up. I was 
amazed at how I had gotten used to pulling nylons over my smooth legs. 
My body was as smooth and soft as a baby’s. No wonder women like nylons. 
I had to keep reminding myself that these were just clothes. 

It was about a month after my injection that I first noticed it. My 
chest became sensitive and small knots had developed under my nipples. I 
was bewildered. My new prominences were beginning to show. The 
relentless training caused a hip swing in my walk. I became intensely 
embarrassed as I realized what was happening. I knew what they expected 
and it worried me. I remembered a famous newspaper reporter’s words, 
"Anything for the story." I still had hope for a top notch story. 

I was now allowed to talk to some of the more senior trainees. One boy, 
Michelle, was interesting. He wore a simple blouse and skirt with a wide 
black leather belt around his narrow waist. 

Michelle described his body development. "As my bosom began to enlarge, 
one thing very noticeable. Difficulty sleeping on one’s stomach. I felt 
like I was sleeping on two little pillows. While it is a pleasant 
feeling, eventually you shift your body to relieve the annoyance." 

He continued, "And even when they were just A cup, they began to get in 
the way as I estimated my clearance. This was especially awkward as I 
brushed up against other people in a crowd. The soft points seemed to 
reach out and touch objects." I experienced the same awkwardness. 
Several days later, I was to meet some of the other "guests". Finally, I 
was getting the information I needed and I could get out of here. I had 
to leave soon... there must be some type of an antidote for the 
feminizing hormones. Just a couple of more days. I needed some more 
proof. 

There was Jacki Beritoni, who was a member of a circus high wire family, 
the flying Beritoni’s. The poor kid. The family had six boys and no 
girls. Jacki was elected to add the "color" to the act. Jacki had only 
been here a little longer than me and I had trouble accepting that he 
was ever a boy. His long softly waving black hair innocently framed his 
face. The fullness caused him to sometimes shake his head in a girlish 
manner. He had an olive toned complexion and dark eyes. He must have 
been an athletic boy with all the high wire training, yet his budding 
breasts and rounding hips would guarantee a different role in the act. 
No doubt he would hate exposing his two well shaped protrusions in 
skimpy sequined show outfits.


I was surprised at myself. I tried hard to learn. I dressed with great 
care, making sure my make-up was perfect. I found wearing provocative 
dresses fun. I’d cross my legs so my skirts hiked up. The other boys 
were jealous of my legs. I put on an innocence that contrasted with 
my long silky blonde hair. They were going to be surprised when my 
article came out. 

The next day the video was on: 
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Stages of development: 

"You’ll lose muscle and gain fat in the hips and breasts. The lack of 
muscle will depress you as you will not be able to lift and muscle 
things the way you did before. You will be weaker than the men around 
you. This will create a different type of relationship between you and 
your male friends. They will be more helpful and will see you as less of 
a threat." 


I found out that some of their students had developed well without help. 
one student, Paula, told me of his experiences. "I’ll never forget my 
sixteenth birthday. My mother had given me a new T-shirt. I tried it on 
and my older brother said, "Gee Mom, when did Paul’s breasts start 
growing so big? They’re so big, he should be wearing a bra!" 

His words struck me with horror as they watched me look down and then 
cup my soft prominences in my hands. They were a handful. No, I 
screamed, These can’t be mine? But they were. Mother took me to a doctor 
and he said it was a stage some boys go through; "Gynecomastia." 

The worst thing to happen so far was the half-hour visit to the control 
salon. It was a room set up like a lingerie shop but Dr. Holt was there. 
I had wondered how the boy in the bikini, eliminated the tell-tale 
bulge. It didn’t take long for me to find out. It looked like a g-
string. I was shown how to position my maleness and given a lotion to 
apply. It was cold and seemed to tingle. When the g-string was applied 
and tightened, it took my breath away. Dr. Holt laughed, "This should 
really curl your toes." He gave it another good tug. 

I had a lump in my throat and was able to squeak out, "It’s too tight!" 

"No, it’s a little uncomfortable at first, but you’ll love the end 
result," he said. "You must wear this all the time. It’s not only good 
for your appearance, it eliminates unwanted behavior patterns and aids 
in a sense of well-being. In six months, you’ll be amazed. Smaller the 
better, right?" 

He had me straddle a heated and vibrating vault horse for an hour. I was 
to do this 30 minutes a day for three weeks. 

It made me walk differently... with a swing. That night, I was in some 
pain and wanted to remove it but I was afraid he could tell. My panties 
fit sleekly over my delicate belly and to my velvety triangle. Even my 
tightest and sheerest panties didn’t give a clue of my maleness. I’d 
been streamlined. 

My heart was fluttering when I saw the Video: 
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Figure control and development devices: 

"A well fitted control garment has been fitted. Now that your female 
hormone torrent has begun, it will become your best friend. It will 
flatten, firm and smooth you out. There are several garments such as 
girdles, corsets, and cache sex devices. It is very important that the 
garment be very constraining. Any bulge can expose you. Psychologically 
it is important that you are practiced to be comfortable with nothing 
(visually) between your legs." 

"The Institute has designed the French style elastic g-string so that 
even in a bikini masculinity cannot be detected. Once fitted, you are 
taught to sit to urinate and to never remove the garment. Many boys find 
this a most uncomfortable period. While these garments are in place 
erection is impossible, there is how ever no lessening of the voluptuous 
thrills you will find in your new identity." 

"An additional female hormone injection generally helps remove the tense 
edge and creates a sensitivity at the chest which becomes distracting. 
All our clients are at our clinic voluntarily and this is the week when 
you may want to give up." 

"It’s natural. Almost all have second thoughts during this week. We are, 
however, prepared for this and are prepared to help you. you will be 
given a light tranquilizer for the next couple of days, and kept busy. 
By the end of this week most have gotten used to their new form." 

"They are surrounded by other students who are at a more advanced stage. 
Talk to them." 

The next video was also on future development.
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"By the end of a couple of months, your body takes on a distinctly 
feminine appearance. Breast development becomes noticeable. The boy now 
becomes quite aware of his breasts, not only because of the chemical 
changes, but because of the attitudes towards breasts in our society. As 
your breasts become sore, tender and enlarge you will realize that in 
our society you will have a new feeling of sexuality. You will be sexy 
in spite of your libido decline." 

"The development continues with the growth in size and sensitivity of 
his breast tissue. Gradually his male body contour rounds out and the 
pelvic area broadens. Many develop a growth of fatty pads on the hips. 
Most comment on a smoother skin texture. These are of course secondary 
female characteristics." 


As the weeks went by, I seemed to lose track of time. Some nights I 
planned to sneak back into the office or down the hall. But by bedtime, 
I was tired. I seemed to always put off the explorations until tomorrow. 

My daily agenda went like this. I’d wake up about seven and Renee would 
serve coffee and juice. I took the pills that were on the plate. Several 
in the morning and several at night. I guess they were vitamins. I’d 
shower and shave my legs. The weeks of electrolysis made shaving 
unnecessary. I was now down to an hour a day of electrolysis. I slip on 
the lingerie that Renee had set out. Panties, bra and slip. I’d wiggle 
into a slinky dress or skirt and blouse. If I had to choose a favorite 
it would be the blue knit dress with a pair of high-heeled suede leather 
pumps... what am I saying? 

I sit and watch the video "de jour" and eat breakfast. That mornings was 
on hips. 
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Hip and pelvis area: 

"Men have narrow shaped pelvises and women relatively broad with wider 
hips. Research has been done to suggest that pelvis shape correlates 
with behavior. As your hips fatten and spread, it suggests passiveness 
and compliance, both female traits. John (now Joann) tells of his 
experience: "Big hips ran in my family. I shouldn’t have been surprised 
as my bottom blossomed into expansive full curves. My waist actually 
reduced making my hips even seem larger. This caused me to have a swingy 
walk and awkward run. It seemed that the wider my hips became the more 
feminine my behavior became." 

"My panties fit tightly over my cushy bottom cheeks and they jiggled 
when I walked fast. My manhood disappeared easily between my soft 
thighs. When I sat down my hips seemed to spread even more. I started to 
wear a girdle with certain clingy outfits." 

"After an intense year, most boys come to terms with their new body. 
Among the other effects: some reduction and re-patterning of body hair, 
softening of the skin, re-contouring of the body because of accumulating 
layers of feminine body fat, a reduction of (masculine) sex drive, and 
improved success of facial hair removal by electrolysis." 

"You will notice as your hips get larger, you will find your arms 
brushing up against them. This is especially noticeable when carrying 
your purse down at your side. you will find yourself swinging your arms 
out from your body more than you used to. A smaller waist and wider hips 
make your hips swing more as you walk as the narrow waist becomes a 
swivel point."

 
The videos always seemed to be related to some new feeling I was having. 
I ran my manicured finger around the outline of my panties. I couldn’t 
wait to get out of these sissy clothes and back into some men’s under 
shorts. Women’s lives were very different from men’s. Little annoyances 
such as my dangling earrings getting tangled in my hair or the tinkle 
they made when I moved my head. This whole thing would make a great 
book, maybe called "I led two lives!" 

I’d then hurry down the hall to class with the click of my heels 
sounding in my ears. 

The next video was on: 
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Feminine Hobbies: 

"You will find that most of your new interests will revolve around 
entertaining. You will avoid the male past-times. You’ll still be able 
to play tennis, swim and dance. Whether an individual or a group 
occasion, it‘s important to be able to express your moods through your 
hosting skills. Making your guests feel comfortable and catered to is 
most expressive". 

"You set the mood by your dress, makeup and appropriateness of your 
meal. For example, if you have invited your boss over for dinner. (This 
should be done only to repay him after he has invited you to dinner.) 
You will want to dress only slightly more casual than at work. As a note 
wear a comfortable dress with medium heels. You may want to wear a 
garter belt and hose to feel more dressed up. Be prepared as much as 
possible, the table artfully set and unnecessary pots and pans put away. 
you will want to select recipes that can be made earlier than his 
arrival. No boss wants to be stranded while you’re in the kitchen. You 
will find it very pleasant to be able to talk to your boss without 
interruptions and the phone ringing." 

"Dancing: You may already enjoy dancing, but as a woman you’ll now do 
that mostly backwards. If you like dancing learn to be friendly. During 
the fast dancing, do a little hip-wiggling, smile and talk to your 
partner, even brush up against him if you want to be asked again. Watch 
out during the slow dances. When your body is pressed against his, you 
need to be careful about being too suggestive and exciting. We suggest 
you just follow his moves." 

Sewing: 

"One of the preferred pastimes of our boys is sewing. Something about a 
boy’s attitude changes when he has learned the feminine art of sewing 
and has made his own dress. The occasional embarrassment of having to 
wear a dress is met by the pride of wearing a dress or skirt they 
designed and sewed. Further feminization comes with the expertise in 
learning girlish chores and excelling in them."

 
Dana:

I was surprised when during a comportment class another student arrived. 
His name was Dana. I guess I had their trust now and would be meeting 
others. 

It was hard to believe Dana was a boy. Over 20 but looked 18. He was 
very thin like me. He had on a simple knit skirt and blouse with an open 
neck. His collarbones seemed very fragile. He was late and I could smell 
the flower like scent of his shampoo. Everything about him was feminine 
and dainty. 

His comportment was perfect. He sat primly with his manicured hands in 
his lap. His nails polished a bright red to match his lipstick. We were 
introduced. It was fun having someone else in class. I don’t know... the 
competition seemed to make me try harder. After class, Dana told me his 
story. In college, he got into drug... you know, peer pressure. After a 
near overdose and many psychological tests, his wealthy parents sent him 
here. 

The next day, Dana came to my room and asked me to come to the pool with 
him. I said, "In a swimsuit?" 

"Sure, we all go through a little embarrassment at the beginning. Renee 
will help you." Dana had been there several months longer than I. He was 
stunning, with curled shoulder-length blonde hair and great eyes. He was 
braless beneath a loose T-shirt. His pointed breasts showed promise of 
even more development. 

I tried to stall, but Renee wouldn’t let me. He said, "A cool swim will 
do you good." 

Renee handed me a girlish one piece suit. It was blue and pink with 
flowers. The bottom was skimpy, but because of the sex cache nothing 
showed. I was surprised at how comfortable it was. The swimsuit had a 
halter top with straps over my shoulders that tucked in for a bare 
shouldered tan. With this cut, I looked bigger than in my bra. I 
realized how feminine I looked and accepted the inevitable. 

From the landscaped terraces paths led to the sparkling blue pool. There 
were a team of gardeners working on the grounds. I was told they knew 
all and had been with Mia for many years. Their future retirement fund 
depended on their keeping a secret. 

I’d always loved swimming and soon I swam daily with Dana. At first, I 
would swim laps, then go to the gazebo to hide from the sun. I tried to 
wear a T-shirt to avoid a girl’s tan lines. We listened to classical 
music and read. I’d never been so relaxed. 

Dana, in his well-filled bikini, would stretch out on a lounge and watch 
the city below. He didn’t seem to care about the tan lines although he 
used a tanning lotion. Over the months, he developed a golden tan. Dana 
loved wearing deep necked blouses to show off his tan. 

The months seemed to fly. I hardly noticed the changes being made in my 
body and mind. When Dana and I first started going to the pool, I hardly 
needed a top. Under my T-shirt that said "Beverly Hills", the only 
indication of breasts were small pointed swellings under the e and the 
l. Subsequently, the top became tight across them and they seemed to 
protrude and stand out on their own. I gave up the gazebo and soon was 
enjoying the warm sun in my bikini. 

Sometimes I felt guilty for enjoying the luxurious surroundings. I felt 
the longer I stayed, the better the story. 
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Friendships: 

"At the Institute they encouraged friendships among the boys. They found 
that they support each other through the confusing times. It soon turned 
into a friendly competition about who was the most feminine. A peer 
support group is important during personality complications that arise." 


They said that during these crisis realizations (filling a bra, first 
date as a girl, etc.), having a friend that has gone through the same 
confusion helps. For example, Tony (now Toni) entered our training 
classes right out of school at the insistence of his wealthy girl 
friend, Doris. He was a natural, and was soon completely feminized. 

Doris couldn’t visit Toni until the fifth month. Toni dressed as the 
attractive young lady he had become. He had developed a rounded chubby 
bottom and sensitive nipples on his immature but promising bosom. Doris 
wanted him to develop full and obvious breasts. For their first visit 
together in months, he proudly wore a translucent silk blouse and lovely 
white brassiere. He couldn’t wait to show Doris his prominent nipples 
that distended from the thin filmy covering. But to Tony’s surprise, 
Doris had brought along a couple of young men as their dates. 

Toni was depressed. All his training and surrender had harvested was 
Doris appearing with these two virile young men. Instead of his fantasy 
evening with Doris sensuously exploring his new curves, he was forced to 
watch Doris and her potent date flirt. He in turn had to remain totally 
feminine in action to entertain his date. He longed to be the virile man 
holding and kissing his Doris. 

Later that evening when he arrived back at the Institute, Doris 
whispered to Toni, "You’re doing great. See you at graduation, my love." 
Toni was confused and depressed. 

There was even a class on interactions with men. 

They said, "Men are highly sexual. They will now be appraising you 
sexually, your breasts, body and swingy walk." They said it was a fact 
of life. 

I noticed that some of the students left at night. I asked Renee when 
I'd be let out of the mansion. To my surprise he said, "Anytime you 
want. You're not a prisoner here. I wondered why you didn't want to 
leave?" 

Now he tells me. I could have left anytime and started my story. Renee 
suggested that we go to dinner with Dana that evening. I agreed. 

I started to prepare to dress when the realism struck. I was going out 
in public dressed like a female. I was now confident in my knowledge of 
how to dress but was frightened of what others might say. Would they 
laugh? 

I dressed in my red hip-hugging leather mini skirt with matching jacket. 
My blouse felt a little too tight across the bust. 

The chauffeur drove us in Mia's big black Mercedes. We glided through 
the streets of Beverly Hills noiselessly. Going out like this was a new 
experience. 

Dana looked wonderful, but kept looking in the visor mirror adjusting 
his lipstick. He seemed to be very excited about this excursion. He 
asked about the restaurant. Renee said, "You girls are going to love the 
GINGER ROSE. It's the 'in' spot for stars and beautiful people." 

As the chauffeur drove away with our car, chills ran through my body. I 
was no longer an unattached reporter simply undercover for a story. My 
body and mind had been gradually feminized to the point that I was now 
going public. The Ginger Rose was a fancy bistro... or should I say, a 
high class pick-up joint. All the men were handsome and wealthy, and the 
girls all dressed to attract attention. Me included. 

We were seated next to a table of young businessmen in suits. One of 
them caught Dana's eye and Dana smiled seductively back, then shyly 
looked down. Just the way they taught us at Chrissy. Champagne arrived, 
paid for by Dana's admirer. I looked at Renee and Dana. You couldn't 
imagine they were boys. From their long hair, manicured nails, and 
curved feminine shapes; everything said "girl". Dana took off his 
jacket, showing to full advantage his twin prominences and narrow waist. 
His translucent blouse showed his bra and slip straps, emphasizing his 
femininity. He seemed to be teasing the men at the next table with his 
subtle but seductive moves. He'd take his hair and play with it by 
wrapping it around his fingers. I whispered to Dana, "You'd better be 
careful, they're likely to come over here and want to talk to us." 

He just smiled and said, "Yea? They seem like pleasant guys." 

I noticed one of the men staring at my legs, slender ankles and 
snakeskin high heels. 

Just about then, Dana's admirer came over and asked if we would join 
them for dinner. To my surprise, both Renee and Dana accepted without 
even asking me. Before I knew it, we were all sitting down with them to 
have dinner. There were four of them and only three of us. We were 
seated in a big booth, boy-girl. 

I tried to analyze what was happening but it was becoming a blur. There 
was a surreal aura to my actions. I watched Dana and Renee react with 
these men like they were girls. My eyes told not only me, but the men 
that these were feminine beings. Their shapes, hair, make-up and actions 
all were female. Didn't Renee and Dana know that having breasts and the 
shapes that they had developed would cause a male to respond. Their 
breasts were both full enough to make these men think of mating with 
them and having babies. 

Dana's hips in particular were full. In the tight skirt he was wearing, 
some might say he had the perfect child bearing figure. Had these boys 
forgotten they were men? 

I felt a hand on my knee. It brought me to my senses. I was just like 
Dana or Renee. These men were looking at me with the same intent. My 
movements and gestures were instinctively feminine. This man touching my 
leg was looking at me with sensualistic thoughts. He was talking of his 
business, and trying to impress me. His eyes were looking me over and 
occasionally he'd touch my arm or leg. I looked at him. He was much 
taller than I. His muscles showed under his blue pin-striped suit. While 
he wore a heavy suit and uncomfortable tie, I sat comfortably in my 
silken lingerie and dress. I was now so different from him. Everywhere 
he was manly, I was now unmanly. He had a beard, I had a soft hairless 
face and body. Where he had a flat chest, mine now filled the soft "B" 
cups of my bra (With even promise of more). My sensitive nipple's 
outlines could be seen on my silk blouse. My panties stretched around 
full hips that showed promise of "an easy birth". 

I realized my new shape would (until I figured a way to revert), cause 
men to have thoughts of pleasure seeking, romance, sexual reproduction, 
passion and sensuous feelings. All because I now curled my hair and my 
figure had changed. Yet Dana and Renee were carrying on like they had 
met their future husbands. 

Dana and I went to the ladies room. I wanted to leave but couldn't. It 
would have been so easy to just walk out of the restaurant and to my 
editor's office. I had enough for a story. But I didn't leave. 

In the bathroom, I was slightly trembling and nervous. I checked my 
Image in the mirror. My moist lips parted and my long lashes fluttered. 
I was told my eyes were my best feature. What was happening to me? The 
tips of my young pink breasts seemed to be pushing out reaching for... 
attention. My legs were long and well shaped. Months ago I would have 
flipped for this girl in the mirror. Now this girl was me. I freshened 
my ruby lipstick. 

Dana stood smiling, primping in the mirror. He obviously enjoyed being a 
girl and all its delicious feelings. His newly acquired image would 
surely shock and dismay his parents. Dana fluffed his thick blonde hair 
that curled softly about his face and licked his lips. His delicate 
complexion set off with a pink blush giving him a flushed feminine glow. 
He said, "I think Eric likes me. I think he's going to try to kiss me." 
Dana added an extra coat of black mascara to his already black lashes. 
His sharply arched eyebrows and scarlet painted lips added to his 
totally feminine image. 

My pulse started to rise as I thought of the embarrassment on being 
kissed by a man, yet Dana seemed to look forward to it, almost like it 
was a rite of femininity. Being kissed would seal and validate his fate 
as a girl. He smoothed his skirt and we sexily headed back to the table 
to make our entrance. 

Back at the table, Dana's friend Eric was telling a slightly off color 
joke. As he rose to let Dana and I in, he leaned close to Dana, gazing 
down Dana's blouse and into his cleavage. Again Dana's shy smile showed 
that he enjoyed Eric's gawking. He was acting almost kittenish. 

Dana went dancing with Eric. Renee and I went back alone. 

Knowing that Renee was married to a woman, I asked Renee about Dana's 
obvious interest in men and where it would go. 

Renee said, "When you're in our position, men are a fact of life. Since 
we love being girls, we must accept that men are a part of a girl's 
life. My wife understands. You wear a beautiful dress, earrings, 
lingerie. You walk like a woman and treat yourself like a woman. Having 
men around is just another accessory, like a handbag. Dana's just 
getting validated. You will too...as you get more comfortable. You'll 
find men different from before. You'll like their charm. They'll try to 
impress you; to dominate you. You'll like it, to a point. It's like 
fishing. Catching them is fun, cleaning them isn't. Enjoy and relax." 

Back in my room, I thought of what being a woman means. I wondered what 
it would be like to be a wife. What would it be like having a baby and 
nursing from my breasts. It seemed absurd but these fantasies didn't 
seem impossible. Chrissy had changed my body. Even naked, I now appeared 
to be a female. I guess these thoughts were normal. 
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Exercises: workout class. 

We were kept in shape daily with a workout. Usually there were just a 
few of us. I would wear a lace tights outfit. After seeing Dana's mini-
skirt outfit, I ordered one too. It wasn't that anything showed between 
our legs, the control device had taken its toll. No, it was just fun. 
We'd dance to the music and our skirts would fly showing the tops of our 
tights. Dana had spectacular legs and I was told I did too. Sometimes we 
didn't wear bras and our swollen nipples could be seen under our 
leotards. We were told not to do it too often, they might loose some of 
their resilience and sag. My formerly pink nipples had darkened to an 
evening rose color and were bigger. We were taught exercises to tone our 
breasts and hips. 

Mia taught some of the exercises. A couple of the exercises were hard. 
one was lying on our backs with our legs spread eagle in the air, then 
bringing our knees up to our shoulders. Another tough one; on our backs 
with legs spread, we had to lift our hips up slightly to music. Mia 
would encourage us saying, "Tuck that butt in tightly, ladies. I had no 
idea I could bend like that. In the beginning, my thighs burned. Mia 
would say, "If it doesn't hurt, it's no good." 
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Diet for femininity:

They said losing excess weight is the best waist cincher you can find. 
We learned which foods to eat and which foods to avoid. 

I couldn't believe how much weight I'd lost and yet I seemed to jiggle 
when I walked. My ribs showed and I had lost my protective fat. My waist 
was 24". I'd get cold easily and goosebumps would appear on my smooth 
skin. It was most noticeable because my nipples would tighten beneath 
the fabric of my dress. 

I was wearing less clothes. It was embarrassing. Like the time we were 
out to dinner. I had on a ruby-red silk dress with a plunging deep V 
neckline. I wore a light weight, dainty lace bra. It was so sheer, it 
was almost like not wearing one. 

I was now more relaxed when out with Dana and Renee. One night at The 
Racket Club, after watching them in their short skirts dancing and 
bumping to the music, I met a man and also danced. My long hair played 
around my shoulders and fondled my shoulders. It felt like someone 
tickling my smooth neck and I'd get chills. My new breasts' nipples 
would get erect and stand out and a bright red flush would appear on my 
cheeks. I tried to cover my bust with my arms but Rodger (a movie 
producer) kept gazing at the crease between my breasts. He forced me to 
dance with him. As we danced, he held me so that his starched cotton 
shirt was lightly touching my breasts. The nylon fabric of my bra seemed 
to magnify the roughness of the cotton against sink. My nipples seemed 
to blossom with response at the annoyance, making them more conspicuous. 
They tingled to a life of their own. My breasts quivering under my silk 
blouse seemed to be reaching for him. Feeling their response, he pulled 
me closer. His hips palpitated against my belly as we danced. As I 
realized what was happening, I felt the color in my cheeks ablaze again. 

Rodger said, "Blushing makes you girls so attractive." 

I was so embarrassed, I thought my knees would buckle. I'll never wear 
one of those sheer nylon bras with that dress again. Later as I sat 
close to Rodger, I thought, Renee was right, there was some pleasure in 
the affirmation that I was attractive. I sat close to him because I was 
cold and could feel the heat of his body. It was like a bug to a bright 
light. My mind was in a fog. I was nervous but I had lost some 
inhibition. Each time I insecurely crossed my legs, the nylon rubbing 
together would call attention to them. I didn't mind Rodger's eyes 
roaming my feminine curves. I felt nervous later, his gaze and friendly 
touches showed he hoped for more response from me. As charming as he 
was, I had surrendered enough. Chrissy training had changed me so. 

Dana was uninhibited. It never failed that the best looking men would 
seek out Dana's attentions. Dana's unreserved and bold, high heeled 
strut was attractive to them. During the fast dances, Dana's long hair 
and hips, whipped back and forth to the music. Sometimes he'd dance so 
enthusiastically that his blonde hair cascaded over his face. To the 
tempo, Dana shook and wiggled, caught up in the music. His breasts shook 
in spite of the controlling modesty of his brassiere. 

When he found a favorite, Dana would dance slow, his bosom pressed 
firmly against their chest and his belly tenderly swaying against their 
hips. you couldn't blame the men, Dana's lips were like pouty rosebuds. 

On the way home, we'd laugh at the men and their lines. These men only 
had one inclination...to squeeze our boobs and bang us. If they only 
knew we "girls" were actually boys! Maybe later, for the story, I would 
look them up and tell them. Yes, there was more to this story. 
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Final Exam: 

I passed the written and modeling test with colors. They said I was now 
among the boys who have accepted psychologically their feminine role and 
have become a girl mentally. They said I would be content with my 
feminine destiny and respond willingly as a woman. I guess I'd fooled 
them! 

Just before graduation, I was to see Dr. Holt. I knew that they were 
going to give me another injection or pellet. I had to get out of this. 
I was going to have to escape before he gave me a shot. Or maybe I could 
just tell him I changed my mind about living as a girl. Sure, he'd 
accept that. After all, they hadn't used any force so far. 

Just before I was to see Dr. Holt, I was given a packet of papers. It 
was filled with information about my new job in Las Vegas, bank books 
and an apartment key. Nothing seemed to be left out. I had a whole new 
identity as a girl. Finally, this was it. It had to be a spy 
organization. And I was in the door. 

I was in a daze as I walked to Dr. Holt's office. This 'spy thing' could 
be an even bigger story than 'feminizing boys'. 

Dr. Holt examined my now feminine figure. 

He said, "This is it, girl. After this shot, you won't need any more. I 
won't get too technical, but your body is now producing more estrogen. 
What we have done is take some of your blood when you first got here. It 
was then Fh-negative. Over the months, you have become Fh-positive. This 
means that you have started to produce a normal level of estrogen and 
other female hormones. Your body will always produce male testosterone, 
but this shot fills the blood testosterone receptors with a decoy 
protein permanently. Thus, you will not be using male hormones again. 
Ready?" 

I stuttered, "I've... I've been thinking...Maybe I'm not ready for 
something so permanent." The doctor was filling the hypodermic needle 
with the whitish liquid. I wanted to run. I surveyed the damage that 
their therapy had done so far. My rosy nippled breasts stood out pertly 
where my flat chest once was. My ample bottom and hips curved into a 
full womanly shape. My shrunken little maleness was incognito between my 
thighs repressed by my nylon panties. 

Dr. Holt smiled and said, "You are much more attractive as a girl than 
you ever were as a boy. Trust me, you'll be happier." 

Smoothly and quickly he hiked up my skirt, pulled down the top of my 
panties and positioned the needle. 

I grabbed his hand as he inserted the needle. His strong arm remained 
steady. I got goosebumps. The pain of the needle was secondary to the 
mental stress and the sensations running up my back. I grabbed his 
shoulder to avoid fainting and falling over. I was stunned and shocked, 
I wanted to scream as the fluid slowly entered-my hip. I was moaning and 
my belly shivered. I could feel the cool liquid flowing through my blood 
vessels. I gasped out loud, "Stop!" 

The bastard! I stared at him with contempt. He smiled. He liked doing 
this to boys. It was over, my body was now chemically and hormonally a 
women's. The doctor said, "I want to see you again in a couple months. 
I'm experimenting with non-vaginal birth. Your friend, Dana, is helping 
me. 

I wanted to hurt the doctor, rake my nails across his face, bite him for 
what he'd done to me. It was too late. 

As I replaced my stockings, heels and smoothed down my skirt, I suddenly 
felt a warm chill... I mean... a thrill passed through me. It all seemed 
like a dream. My masculinity was too much of a sacrifice just for a 
story. Yet it was gone. Tears rolled down my cheeks through my blush. 

That evening when I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to my ankles, I 
felt different. I unbuttoned my blouse and bra and let them fall to the 
floor. I looked in the wardrobe mirror at my flesh colored bikini 
panties and hose. For a wild moment, I liked my new shape and body. I 
was beautiful in a feminine sense. As a man, I was plain. I was soon to 
graduate and I wasn't sure how to write "the story". 

That night I went to sleep in a silk nightgown. My previously strong 
will was gone. Something had overwhelmed the delicate equilibrium of my 
identity. I pulled the covers over my head and pulled my knees up to my 
bosom. I was aglow with emotions I'd never felt before. Tears flowed. 
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Graduation: 


Renee helped me into a strapless form-fitting gown of rose colored 
chiffon. My golden hair was curled and hung down my back. Today the two 
front sections were pulled to the top of my head and adorned with 
ribbons and baby's breath. A lot of my smooth skin and cleavage of my 
soft round breasts showed above the dress. The clothes felt so natural. 
That was good, since I'd be wearing them until I found an antidote to 
Dr. Holt's serum. 

My make up was done in feminine pink tones. I took more care than usual, 
adding extra color to my cheeks and lips. My eye shadow matched the rose 
in my dress. Renee handed me a gift. Perfume called Surrender. Its scent 
of roses soon became my favorite. 

The grounds had been arranged similar to that of a wedding. The acre 
rose garden was awash with beautiful roses and people in pastel flowing 
spring dresses. It reminded me of a Monet painting. I was given a 
bouquet of lilies and white orchids to carry. It signified I was a new 
graduate. 
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I meet the alumni: 

You have seen many of their graduates and never realized that they are 
men. Several are acclaimed actresses, many are models on the covers of 
the best fashion magazines. They had developed both physically and 
mentally into attractive feminine people. All seemed totally comfortable 
with their new passive role and wouldn't think of trading their panties 
and lingerie for men's clothes. 

I couldn't believe some of the boys. Dana had on a low cut, blue satin 
gown with a plunging neckline, which bared a beautiful valley between 
his breasts. The gown was cut so each breast seemed to be wrapped 
separately. It was tight fitting around his tiny waist and flared to 
encase his full hips. He wore matching high-heeled slippers and had a 
flower in his curled and teased blonde hair. There was no doubt that 
Dana was meant to live as a girl. 

Dana's parents were there. Dana took them by the arms and showed them 
the gardens. His father looked like what he was, a banker. His mother 
was unquestionably pleased. She gave Dana her mother's diamond and ruby 
wedding ring. I heard her say, "You'll love wearing the family jewels. 
We're about the same size, I can't wait to see you in some of my 
dresses." 

Dana's father looked ill. Dana had told me that he didn't like the idea, 
but it appeared to be the only way to get Dana back in school without a 
drug problem. As they walked, Dana would shift and let the tip of his 
breast graze his father’s arm. The first time his father looked startled, 
like he’d just been scared. He took a good look at Dana. He was 
mesmerized by his son’s shape; round luscious hips, a slight swelling of 
his stomach, creamy shoulders and alert peachy breasts. Maybe if he’d 
only taken Dana to a few ball games...? 

Jacki wore a tight skirt and full sleeved cocktail dress in green. It 
hugged his well formed body and outlined his new curves. His mother was 
there and was very proud of her boy’s transformation. She kept saying, 
"Jacki, I can’t believe it. I have a daughter now." You could see the 
resemblance; they looked like mother and daughter. 

As a graduation gift his mother gave Jacki her sequined circus uniform. 
She was now able to retire and Jacki was to take her place. It was a 
fairly skimpy outfit, but there was little maleness left to hide. That 
wasn’t all, Jacki’s mom had another surprise package. Jacki almost cried 
when he saw the contents. It was his mother’s wedding dress. In two 
months, Jacki was to marry the lion tamer. In the circus, they still 
arranged weddings. The family had decided that it would be better for 
appearances, if Jacki was married and a wife, rather than a single girl. 
It was going to be a big wedding. 

Toni was surprised to see Doris there. He hadn’t heard from her since 
their date. Doris felt badly, "They didn’t want me calling you until 
now. You know, something about the training. From what I can see, it was 
worth every cent." 

If change was what she wanted, she got it. Toni was beautiful. Huge blue 
eyes, blonde hair and creamy smooth skin added to his beauty. His dress 
was so low cut in front that you knew he must be wearing a bra, but you 
couldn’t see it. I heard Doris ask, "Are you still my girl?" 

Toni smiled and nodded his head, "yes." They went off to set a wedding 
date. 

Mia gave the graduation speech: 
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"Good afternoon girls! I want to congratulate you all on sticking with 
the program. I’m sure you’ll all love your new bodies and personalities. 
You were all men, some of you rich and powerful, many in government, but 
all of you intelligent enough to escape the male role. you all have been 
trained in such a way so that you will be able to go back into the world 
and help with the feminization of the world. Some will travel to 
countries, especially those most eager to go to war. We have a key 
graduate who works at the State Dept. His job is to systematically make 
mistakes on certain individual’s passports. Changing the M’s to F’s." 
"You will be placed in important jobs where you can begin to feminize 
and soften the men in key positions. We know women want peace, if only 
for their children, where the frustrated macho males are willing to go 
to war. Many of our graduates have already influenced key men in major 
governments. Some of those men have since attended the institute, while 
others have finally begun to sign treaty agreements that may reduce 
nuclear weapons and end wars." 

After Mia’s speech, I got the shock of my life. We all received a 
special diamond ring. As the graduation ring was slipped on my manicured 
finger, it struck me. I had seen that ring before. My eves searched the 
crowd of Alumni. My heart was racing... 

There she was, my publisher. Or should I say, there "he" was. 



Epilogue: 

I said good-bye to everyone and went to Dana’s room. He was changing 
from a skirt to skin-tight black leather capri pants with his fluffy 
angora sweater and very high heeled shoes. The pants fit like a rubber 
glove and clung to every feminine curve. Even in pants, Dana was 
unquestionably feminine. Dana kissed me good-bye. Tears came to my eyes. 

When I walked out of the mansion, my Healey was waiting. They had 
painted it pink and had installed new white leather seats and interior. 
The engine had been reworked and ran so smooth, you could hardly tell it 
was running. They must have screwed around with the muffler too. It no  
longer had that deep throaty roar. Just a sweet hum. 

I roared down the driveway, my breasts bobbling with every bump. I 
looked back on the last months and the adjustment ahead. I almost didn’t 
want to leave. It was like leaving home. I had grown secure there. I was 
now a graduate of the Institute and still didn’t have a story. What were 
the guys at the newspaper going to say? Maybe I shouldn’t even go back. 
Maybe I should head off to Vegas. 

I heard that cocktail waitresses make good money. Maybe I could write a 
story about Vegas? 



The End.



Editors Note: we found this crumpled note in Robin’s apartment. 



Page 1 by Robin. 

There, is no doubt that most of The Chrissy Institutes students remain 
girlish and feminine permanently. There are plenty of people who condemn 
changing boys into girls, even if that is what they want. I have 
witnessed many a complete change and many aggressive male traits 
eliminated forever. I saw their students completely changed from drab 
boys to glamorous pleasant females who enjoy their 4 inch heels and 
earrings. They are like diamonds after being cut. They shine. Boys whose 
pleasure comes from having feminine reactions and instincts. What’s 
wrong with that? 

Maybe there’s no story here!