JOE WILCOX, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR

[Transgender Stories]

PROLOGUE

There are many parts of society that remain shrouded in mystery,
and the world of private investigators is just such a part of
society. Its players remain largely unknown outside their clients,
their counterparts, the police, and other restricted groups of
people. Clinton Crayle had been an exception to that
generalization. While his ability to dealing with kinky sex crimes
was a very special area, he was generally known for those
exploits. Currently, however, the problem facing the community was
that no one knew where he was. He had not been seen or heard from
for over a year, and that left a small, but significant, group of
"problems" without solution.

A young private investigator, Joseph Wilcox, tried to step into
Mr. Crayle's shoes, and fill this need.


JOE WILCOX, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR

My name is Joseph Wilcox, as a private investigator with 5 years
experience I felt that I had the skills to prosper in this
specialized "Market". To get a start, I had researched as much of
Crayle's work as I could find, which was very little because most
of Crayle's clients required absolute secrecy. I had located the
names of only a few people who had met him, including a woman
named Evelyn Traynor. Those who had been willing to talk to me
told me of many cases that Crayle had resolved by masquerading
very convincingly as a woman, but my only clues as to how Crayle
accomplished that feat were that the woman named Traynor had
helped, and no-one had seen or heard from her for over a year
either.

I have some of the traits that made Clinton Crayle successful. I
am a slight man, with a boyish face and light facial hair. Lacking
a resource like Traynor, I spent a some time "undercover" in the
transvestite community to learn some of the secrets that they had
used. In the process, I had located a few sources of ideas and a
few stores that catered to transvestites.

Even though this was little to start with, I let it be known that
I was capable of handling the kinds of cases that Crayle
specialized in, and I waited for the business to build.

AN OPPORTUNITY

Initially, my efforts turned into a few cases of proving adultery
for divorce cases, and finding run-away girls who had turned to
prostitution. These had paid well, but had required no talents
beyond those that any good private investigator might possess.
Undaunted, I continued to seek strange kinds of cases, and was
finally rewarded with a curiously cryptic message on my answering
machine one afternoon. The message was simply to please call a
Samantha Edgars, the private secretary of the head-mistress of a
very small, private girls college in an adjoining county. I knew
little about the school, and could not find out anything easily,
so I simply returned the call. I was rewarded with a very alluring
voice on the other end.

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

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

"Oh, Mr. Wilcox!" she responded. "Miss Abernathy is expecting your
call. Please hold while I tell her you are on the line."

There was a momentary pause, and an equally alluring voice said
"Good Morning Mr. Wilcox. I am Edith Abernathy, the headmistress
of The Academy, and I desperately need to talk with you. Can you
meet with me this afternoon?"

I did not want to appear without work, but I knew that I could not
pass up this opportunity. "I have a busy afternoon, but I believe
that I can make time. When would you like to meet?"

"I will be finished with our regular lunch period at 1:00 PM." She
replied. "Can we meet then?"

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

Not wanting to appear ignorant, I did not even ask for directions
to the school, and I soon found out that it was difficult to
locate. I finally found it with the help of an old friend in the
tax assessment office. There I learned that the Academy was
located on a huge, wooded parcel of land about 25 miles away. The
only access was via a small, back country road that led North from
town. Lacking more data, I left immediately in the hopes of
learning more about the school.

The drive was not difficult, even though the roads were poorly
maintained once they left the main highway. I soon saw a small
sign that indicated that the school was just a short distance
away, so I slowed down. In about a mile, I noticed a high, chain
link fence, with a barbed wire top. It emerged from the woods,
turned, and ran along the right side of the road. I followed it
for at least a mile until I saw a large, brick gateway. The top of
the gateway said "Highland Forest Academy". I got out of the car,
and walked toward the gate to a small box that said "Phone". I
opened it, and followed the instructions for dialing. After a
short discussion with someone at the other end of the phone, the
name Ms. Abernathy got some action.

I returned to my car, and had barely started the motor when the
gates slowly opened. I drove through, and noted that they
immediately closed behind me. I followed the road through the
forest for at least a half a mile until it opened onto a beautiful
open area, with a number of Gothic granite buildings at the other
end. To one side, there were three playing fields with soccer and
field hockey goals, and a well developed running track.

One of the buildings was next to the fields, and looked like a
gymnasium. The one next to it, with its clock tower and tall
windows, appeared to be the classrooms and administrative areas,
and the others one must have been dormitories for the students.

I parked my car in the small parking area, I straightened my tie,
grabbed my brief case, and walked toward the front door of the
middle building. It and had a crest above the door that said,
"Discipline leads to knowledge".

Inside the door was a small listing of offices that indicated that
Ms. Abernathy's office was on the first floor, to the right, so I
immediately went there. Inside the door, I was met by a strikingly
beautiful blond. "Hello Mr. Wilcox. Ms. Abernathy is expecting
you."

"Thank you" I responded as she led me to a large door to one side
of the office. She knocked, and I could barely hear some sort of
response. The girl opened the door, and I had a view of a very
large room, very tastefully decorated in Victorian furniture and
fixtures. We walked inside, and the woman gestured to the left.
There was an empty desk, some chairs, and a couch. Pointing to the
couch, the secretary said "Please have a seat. Miss Abernathy will
be right with you."

Very quickly, I heard the adjoining door begin to open, and I
stood up. As I did, an even more beautiful woman entered the room.
She was dressed in a severe business suit, with long, straight
blond hair, five inch stiletto heeled shoes, and a body that
looked sexy even in the formal suit. "Good afternoon Mr. Wilcox. I
am Edith Abernathy. Thank you for making time to talk with me."

"It is my pleasure", I replied.

"Please sit down and let me explain the situation", she responded.
She walked quickly toward the couch and sat down beside him. "Mr.
Wilcox, do you know anything about Highland Forest Academy?" she
asked.

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

"Well!", she replied. "Highland Forest Academy is a very special
sort of college. We provide schooling and training for the
daughters of a select few very wealthy families. We specialize in
"evolving" these ladies into very beautiful women, with tremendous
poise and character. As you can guess, their parents do not want
anyone to know that their daughters have undergo such training, so
everything that we do is surrounded with great care and secrecy.
That is why there is such high security to enter the campus."

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

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

I was startled by her abrupt tone, particularly coming from such a
beautiful woman, so I rested back against the couch and listened.

"My reason for calling you has to do with a seeming problem in our
security", she continued. "You see, three of our students have
disappeared."

"Oh" I replied cautiously.

"Yes." she replied. "Even with our tight security, three ladies
could not be located at roll-call last Monday morning. We
conducted a search of the campus, but have been unable to find any
clues as to their location. As you can guess, we will loose our
reputation as an institution of extreme discretion if we can not
locate these ladies. Their parents have made a tremendous
investment in their future here at Highland Forest, and they will
surely sue us into bankruptcy if we can not locate their
daughters."

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

"They were present for the bed-check on Sunday night." she
replied. "But they were gone the next morning before breakfast."

"I can understand your problem, before we continue, I have a lot
to learn about your school," I commented. "Can we start with a
quick tour of the grounds."

"Certainly", she replied. "Samantha can take you around the
campus." She stood up, moved quickly to the intercom on her desk,
and said "Samantha, please take Mr. Wilcox for a tour." As she
moved, I could only marvel at her tremendous beauty. Her striking
figure made even a woman's' business suit look alluring, and her
beautiful face, with pouting lips, was almost an open invitation
to kiss. I felt an erection straining in my pants as I sat there.

Samantha Edgar walked into the room, and talked quietly with Ms.
Abernathy. She too, was incredibly beautiful. She and Edith
exchanged glances, and she came back to the couch. "Will you
please come with me?" She asked.

I stood up quickly. Fearing that my now raging erection might be
apparent, I held my coat in front of myself as I moved away from
the couch. "It would be my pleasure," I answered.

"Samantha will give you a quick tour of the campus," Edith
commented. "Then we should discuss how you might help us."

THE SCHOOL

I was having difficulty keeping from staring at Samantha Edgar as
I followed her out of the room. She said "Please follow me and we
can go through this building quickly."

Trying to concentrate on the school was very difficult with
Samantha with me, but I tried to remember details as we walked
down the hall. The first floor contained mostly offices of various
administrative functions. I saw doors with titles like "Dean of
Academics", Dean of Students", Security", "Admissions", "Finance",
Buildings and Grounds", and "Food services". All of the doors were
open, and in those that I could look into, I saw sparse offices,
with incredibly beautiful secretaries. In both the Security and
the Buildings and Grounds offices, the secretaries were talking
with other striking women. From the outside, the building had
seemed to have long corridors extending toward the back, but the
main hall ended at a large door. "This is the Dining Hall,"
Samantha commented as she opened the huge doors.

Inside, there was a large room, equipped as a dining hall should
be. The menu selections posted near the door all contained calorie
data beside each selection, but nothing seemed worthy of note.

We left the dining room, and walked toward the other end of the
main hall. After passing the main entrance, the hall contained
more administrative offices, and another large door at the end.
This one had a sign "Medical Clinic."

Samantha opened the door, and there was a small waiting room, with
a nurse sitting at the desk. She, like the rest of the women that
I had seen, was strikingly beautiful. Samantha turned, and left
the room before I could ask if the clinic took up the whole side
of the building.

We walked up a set of stairs, and down the long halls. Here, the
halls extended in a large U shape, with class rooms, each
carefully numbered, arranged on each side. It was in the middle of
classes, so most rooms were occupied. The few that were open were
very well equipped, I noticed that none of the rooms seemed to
have more that about 10 chairs around the tables.

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

We descended via stairs at the middle of the hall, and left the
building through the front door. Once outside, she turned toward
the large building that had been on the right as I entered. "Let's
go to the gymnasium next," she commented.

The gymnasium, was pretty much what I had expected. I also noticed
three large exercise rooms, and two rooms with mirrored walls and
a bar for dancing practice. What surprised me most was the huge,
fully equipped exercise room with Nautilus machines, and weights.

The dormitory also was pretty much what I expected. While we did
not leave the lobby, Samantha explained that each suite held two
girls, and each floor had a teacher living there to keep things
"running smoothly". The lobby contained a large TV, several
couches, and some vending machines. As we left, Samantha
commented, "All 200 of our students live here. Even local students
must stay on campus while they are in school."

As we entered the main building again, a loud buzzer rang, and the
sound level increased dramatically. "The classes change rooms by
grade," Samantha commented. "The younger ones move first, then the
older classes."

As we stood outside the main office, I was impressed with the
order of the students as they moved between classes. As subsequent
bells rang, I began to notice that, while all of the girls were
attractive, each class seemed to be more beautiful than the last.

Back in the office of Ms. Abernathy, I pulled up a chair before
her desk. "Well, what do you think about the school?" she asked.

"I am impressed," I responded. "Your facilities are all well
planned, and the students seem very well behaved."

"Thank you," she replied. "We believe that we provide a unique
environment to help young women mature into beautiful ladies."

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

Ms. Abernathy paused for a moment, and then spoke with carefully
chosen words. "The parents of our students are all very wealthy.
They demand the best of everything, and we try to please them. We
provide a very rigorous education for all grades. We are, in fact,
regularly at the top of the state for National Merit Finalists,
even with a very small student body."

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

Ms. Abernathy paused again. "One of our other strengths is our
training in poise and manners," she replied. "We require strict
dietary control, vigorous exercise, and extensive figure training
as a part of every students' ongoing life at Highland Forest. We
even provide limited cosmetic surgery and advice for families who
believe that their child needs special attention."

She paused for a third time, then said "Well Mr. Wilcox, can you
help us find our missing children?"

I thought for a minute, and replied, "Yes, but I will need a day
or two to obtain some data." I paused again, trying to think as
fast as I could. "Do you have pictures of the missing girls?" I
asked.

"Yes," she replied, as she pulled a small envelope from her desk.
They were three very beautiful girls, just like all that I had
seen.

I took the envelope, "Thank you, I will return this once I solve
the case. One other matter," I said as I thought. "I will need to
have one of my employees admitted to your school. I believe that
she looks young enough that she can fit right into your student
body. Can that be arranged?"

Ms. Abernathy looked concerned, but she replied, "Well, I believe
that we can allow that if there is no other way. We will have to
require that your employee abide by all of our rules and
regulations."

"Certainly," I responded. "She must appear to be just an ordinary
student. One thing that would help would be if she could use the
room and all of the clothing of one of the missing girls."

Again, she paused. "I believe that that can be arranged. Your
employee must be young looking, and about 5' 6" in height."

I almost sighed in relief. Now a plan was beginning to form in my
mind. "I will call you tomorrow to arrange for the new student," I
said. "I believe that I know just the right person for this work."

"Fine, just bill us for your fees when you find the girls," she
commented as she stood up. "I hope that you realize how important
it is to us to find out the breach in our security. We will loose
our students, and our reputation, if word of this disappearance
gets out. You, and your employees, must maintain absolute secrecy
in this matter."

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

THE PLAN

Back in my office, I began to think about ways to solve the
Academy case. I thought to himself, "how would Crayle have solved
this?" The obvious answer was that Crayle would have disguised
himself as a girl, and gone to the school as a student. That
sounded easy, but how could I do that? I increased my research
into possible ways.

One clue that I had found from my studies of Crayle's methods was
a name, NB Enterprises. I had no idea what it was, so I looked it
up in the phone book, found an address, and drove past it.

NB Enterprises turned out to be a small office in an older
building in the business district. I parked my car, and went to
the office. Inside, I found nothing but a small office, with a
beautiful receptionist. I had no idea what they did, so I decided
to try a ploy. "Good afternoon," I said to the receptionist. "You
were recommended to me by a Mr. Crayle."

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

"Wilcox, Joseph Wilcox," I replied.

She then typed something into the small computer on her desk,
waited for its response, and then made a quick phone call. She
then turned back to me and said, "Are you here to get some M/X?"

M/X must have meant Metacalpholate-X I thought. That was one of
the things that I had heard vague references to that Crayle used
for my disguises. "Yes," I replied.

She disappeared for at least 5 minutes, and then returned with a
small box. She opened it carefully, checked its contents, and then
turned to me. "This is the latest batch Mr. Wilcox. We have made
substantial changes since we last sold it to Mr. Crayle."

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

She looked at me quizzically, and answered, "As we told him, we
have separated the product into different compounds, and it took a
lot of work to do that. The old M/X used to provide three effects
at once, development of secondary female sexual characteristics in
a male, enhancement of certain of those characteristics such as
breast size, and significant enhancement of female sexual drive,
even in a male."

"With this batch, the first compound, M/X-2 provides just
secondary female sexual characteristics, similar to an extended
female hormone dosage. Breasts develop, hair grows longer, fat
displaces to the hips and breasts from the waist, the voice
becomes higher, and body hair decreases. In addition, with this
batch, the penis and scrotum change shape to perfectly imitate a
female vagina, complete with clitoris, and labia, that can take a
full sized penis exactly like a woman, and provide climaxes like a
woman's. The resulting physical changes are to the figure of an
averagely proportioned woman, with a thin waist, normal hips, and
about a 34A bust."

"The second compound enhances certain characteristics, primarily
breast size. It enlarges breasts on both women, and M/X converted
males, proportional to the amount administered. It must be used
with care. A little will produce substantial changes."

"The third compound provides the same increases in sexual drive
that the old M/X developed. Again, be careful of the dosage.
Results are proportional to the amount administered."

"The final vial is Metacalpholate-Y, the antidote of M/X. This
will reverse all of the changes that M/X makes. Just be sure that
M/Y never mixes with either of the other three," she continued.
"It must always be administered separately, from its own syringe.
If it mixes, the results are unpredictable, but we believe that it
will both multiply the effects of the other three, and also
substantially prolong their duration. Instead of the 3 to 4 months
of changes normally experienced with M/X, the changes seem to last
much longer, possibly permanently."

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

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

I gulped, but I had no choice. There was no other way that I knew
to solve the case, so I paid and quickly left the office. Now I
had a way to get into the school.

Back at my office, I called Ms. Abernathy and told her that my
"employee", Megan Cartright, would be the new student that I had
suggested. I suggested that she be a Senior at the school, because
the missing girls were all Seniors. I said that Megan would be at
the school the following Sunday to start classes. She would arrive
in a chauffeured limousine at about 2:00 PM. Ms. Abernathy agreed.

I also asked that the clothes of the missing girls be sent
immediately to my office, as well as their luggage. Ms. Abernathy
agreed, and a small van appeared within 2 hours with 6 trunks of
girls clothes and school uniforms.

With all of the clothes, I now had a plan in place. I hoped to do
some additional investigations of the missing girls' parents and
then I could get to work.

By Friday, I had found little about the families of the missing
girls other than having memorized their pictures. I only knew that
they all lived over 500 miles away from the school. I was running
out of time, and I knew that I would need time to adapt to my
disguise, so I stopped that afternoon, and prepared for my change.

MEGAN CARTRIGHT

I opened the box from ND Enterprises with caution. Inside I found
a small case carefully packed with 4 vials, and 2 syringes. The
vials were marked M/X-2, MX Enhancer, Behavior Modifier, and M/Y.
One syringe was marked M/X, and the other M/Y.

My plan was to start with just the M/X-2. I did not want to stand
out from the rest of the class, and I wanted to see all of the
training that Highland Forest provided. With that in mind, I read
the enclosed dosage information, determined that for my body
weight, and for average development I required 250 units, and
filled the M/X syringe with that much M/X. I was scared, and my
hands shook as I carefully took the syringe and injected its
contents into my right hip. Then I undressed and sat on my bed to
await the change.

The drug seemed to feel warm as it spread throughout my body, but
initially I felt nothing else, then I became very sleepy, and lost
consciousness.

I awoke with a start. The clock beside the bed said 11:35 PM. I
had been asleep for almost 4 hours. I moved slowly in bed and
everything felt different, but I could not describe how it felt
different.

The first thing that I noticed was that I had long hair that moved
on my shoulders as I moved my head. I reached up to touch it, and
saw that it was light blond. I then sat up, and felt my chest move
as I did. Again I reached up, and touched breasts on my chest. The
amazing part of the sensation was the warmth that spread
throughout my body as my hands touched my new, large nipples. I
looked down and saw two average sized boobs.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stood up. I felt a
new center of gravity, with new weight on my chest, and enlarged
hips as I moved toward a mirror. The mirror showed a slight,
attractive girl, who could have been anywhere from 17 to 25 years
old. She had a slim waist, an attractive face, slim hands and
feet, prominent but not large boobs, long blond hair, wide hips,
and just a triangle of hair between her legs. Instinctively, I
reached between my legs. The change was complete. My fingers went
into a slit between my legs, and a new, pleasant sensation spread
over my body again. I was both excited and afraid. I was now a
complete woman to anyone but a doctor who had performed a complete
physical exam. This was a perfect disguise, but I was afraid that
I could not carry it off. The new sensations were so alien to me
that I had to sit down for a bit and rest.

I then went to the 6 trunks, and began to look at the clothes in
them. I quickly found that 1 of the girls was too small, so I
closed her trunks and used the trunks that belonged to the
remaining 2. They contained all sorts of girls clothes which I
quickly sorted into piles. Feeling exposed, I first picked out a
pair of panties and a bra and put them on. It felt funny to be
wearing girls' clothing, but I knew that I had no other way to
solve the case.

Wearing just bra and panties, I looked sexy even to himself. They
felt smooth as I pulled them on, and the support that the bra
provided, once I got it on, made me feel less off balance. It felt
so strange to see myself as a girl in the mirror.

I then concentrated on the other clothes. I initially tried the
school uniforms. They were white blouses, short plaid skirts,
white stockings, and loafers. The uniform made me look exactly
like all of the girls that I had seen changing classes the day I
had been at the school. What a strange feeling to look into a
mirror and see a young girl looking back!

Next, I tried the casual clothing. It included only skirts,
blouses, sweaters, and a few simple dresses. I could find no
slacks at all. Again, they were easy to wear and comfortable. The
dressy clothes were more difficult to wear. I had to master
wearing pantyhose, slips, and strapless dresses before I felt that
I had tried them all out. The most difficult items were the high
heeled shoes. I found that they fit, but were difficult to get
used to. I finally took off the last dress, but left the shoes on
just to practice.

I looked at the clock. It read 3:00AM. It was getting late, so I
found a nightgown, and pulled it on. The silky feeling as is slid
on was great, and I felt the warm feeling between my legs again as
I finally got into bed.

The bright sun of mid-day finally awoke me, and I was initially
startled at my condition, until I remembered what I had done the
previous day. I got up and took a shower, and put the nightgown
back on. I pulled on the high heels to practice some more. They
were very hard to get used to, and I constantly stumbled as I
walked around my house. I then spent almost 2 hours practicing
with the makeup that was in the trunk. I was not very successful,
so I decided to use minimal amounts, and let the school teach me
how to use it. With that in mind, I put on some subdued lipstick,
and some fingernail polish and considered that enough for now.
Then I spent a few minutes in front of the mirror, combing my long
hair.

I began to like the smooth feel of the nightgown, and the
sensation of it rubbing against my new, big nipples was erotic. As
I went about the task of closing up my house, and choosing and
packing my new clothes, I gradually learned to walk well in the
high heels. I figured that I had to overcome that obstacle before
arriving at school. I carefully selected the clothes that I felt
looked best, and packed them in 2 trunks. The first items that I
put into the trunk were the vials and syringes from NB
Enterprises. I concealed them, and some additional "tools of the
trade" like a very small camera, in a false bottom that I had put
into one of the trunks. I also spent some time watching old movies
with attractive woman stars to learn some feminime mannerisms.

***

That night, I slept better, and awoke early on Sunday morning. I
spent some time cleaning up the house, and practicing with the
leftover make-up. By about 11:00 AM, I had pretty well closed up
the house and packed. I had no idea how long I would be away, so
the mail was on hold, the paper was stopped, the utilities were
paid for the next 6 months, and the heat was turned down. I could
not decide what to wear, but with a 1:00PM arrival of a limousine,
I finally decided on a rather dressy outfit, with skirt and coat,
over a lacy blouse. I loved the feel of the pantyhose, and the
slip, as I pulled them on, and the suit looked very expensive. I
used very little make-up, just some lipstick and nail polish, and
I felt ready for my new life as a college student. As I looked at
myself in the mirror, I could feel a stirring between my legs as
my male needs began to react to the attractive girl I had become.

HIGHLAND FOREST ACADEMY

The limousine arrived, and the driver loaded the 2 trunks into the
back. He seemed attracted to me as he held the door, and I was
surprised at my new, high voice as I said "Thank you."

At 2:00PM, the limousine pulled up at the Highland Forest
administration building. I was initially concerned about what
would happen then, but Ms. Abernathy quickly appeared from the
building door. The driver opened the door and Ms. Abernathy said
"Hello," as I climbed discretely from the car. I was afraid that
he might recognize me, but that did not prove to be a problem.

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

"Mr. Wilcox said that you would be coming. We are glad to have
you," Ms. Abernathy replied. "Let me take you to your room." She
walked slowly toward one of the dormatories. "Did Mr. Wilcox tell
you of our problem?"

"Yes Mam," I replied. "He also explained how sensitive the issue
is to the school. I am sure that we can solve your problem."

We entered the front door of one dormitory, and climbed a set of
stairs to one side. On the second floor, we entered the main hall
and walked to the end door. Ms. Abernathy knocked and a beautiful
woman opened the door. "This is the new student, Megan Cartright.
Megan, this is Ms. Wallace, the teacher who lives on this floor."

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

"Hello, Mam," I responded politely as I followed Ms. Abernathy
into the apartment. "I am pleased to meet you."

"Ms. Wallace teaches gymnastics," Ms. Abernathy commented. "She is
in charge of this floor. If you have any problems, she can help
you."

"Yes," Ms. Wallace responded. "Once you get settled, please come
down so that we can talk."

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

At the other end of the hall, Ms. Abernathy stopped at a closed
door, numbered 238. She knocked, and a voice said "Please come
in."

She opened the door, and a beautiful young woman in a skirt and
blouse stood up from her chair. She was statuesque, with large
breasts thrusting against the silk blouse, and beautiful legs. Her
hair was perfectly styled and cut, and her make-up was perfect.
"Stephanie Hickock, this is Megan Cartright."

"Hello," Stephanie replied. "Welcome to Highland Forest. I heard
that you would be coming and have been expecting you."

"I am pleased to meet you," I replied. I stepped into the room,
and saw that it was a sitting area, with adjoining bed rooms on
both sides. My trunks were sitting inside the door of one of the
rooms.

Ms. Abernathy turned to go and said "Megan, dinner is at 6:00PM, I
am sure that Stephy can help you get settled. We are glad that you
decided to come to our school".

"Thank you Ms. Abernathy," I replied.

I was getting more concerned about how to act among these
beautiful girls, and I was afraid that my male drives would ruin
my disguise. I had no idea what they would talk about, or be
interested in. Initially, I decided to spend some time putting
things into my room, so I started arranging clothes in the dresser
and closets I found. "Let me know if I can help," Stephy called
from the next room. "We all put our trunks under the beds."

"Thanks, but I am OK,' I responded as I finished the first trunk
and opened the second. I unpacked it, and pushed it under the bed.
I then undressed, hung up my suit, and put on a casual skirt and
sweater. The sight of myself, a grown man, in bra and bikini
panties, with a beautiful feminine figure was confusing to me. It
felt good to take off the high heels, and put on the comfortable
loafers, but I felt tremendously torn between my desire to solve
this case, and my fears of having to live this new life. I really
had no choice at this point, so I checked my hair, brushed it a
little, took a deep breath, and walked into the sitting room.
"Well, that is finished," I commented idly. "Now maybe I can
rest."

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

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

"From the West Coast of Oregon," Stephy answered. "We are both a
long way from home. Did your parents come with you?"

"No," I answered. "They are divorced. I took a plane here myself,
and Dad arranged for a limo at the airport."

We chatted idly for a while, and I became more comfortable with
Stephy, but I still had to be careful of my mannerisms so that
they would not give me away. As long as the talk stayed with
current music, clothes, and school, I was comfortable. When Stephy
began to talk about boys, I felt uncomfortable, but tried not to
seem disturbed. Suddenly, a knock at the door prompted a "Please
come in," from Stephy. Then Ms. Wallace walked in. "Hello Ms.
Wallace," Stephy responded.

"Hello Ms. Wallace," I said also.

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

"Yes, Mam," I answered as I stood up, remembered to smooth my
skirt as I stood up, and walked out of the room. Stephy was
smiling.

"Megan, I will explain some of the rules to you," Ms. Wallace
began. "You have started late and have missed the orientation that
the other girls had in the late summer. There is really not much
to learn, but we are firm in our requirements. Remember, we are
training you to be a beautiful, poised woman, and that requires a
certain amount of discipline. We have a dress code," she
continued. "During school hours, you must wear a full school
uniform. For dinner, you must dress up in dressy clothes of your
choosing. Any infraction is punishable at the discretion of the
faculty member who finds out that you are not fully dressed. After
dinner, and on the weekends, casual wear, such as you have on now,
is permissible, as long as it is discrete. Occasionally, we have a
formal party, and you must wear a formal gown then. Do you have
any questions about this so far?"

"No, Mam," I answered.

"Good," she replied. "On Monday, you will receive a short physical
examination to see what exercises and diet are warranted, but from
your current condition, I think that you are in pretty good shape.
Then, our finishing school instructors will interview you, and
recommend improvements in your appearance and clothing. New
clothing and other improvement actions are entirely financed by
the school. I think that this is the area where we will need to do
some work."

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

"Academically we are most demanding. Your class schedule is
determined by your class, so you will be taking the regular Senior
classes," she continued. "We require participation in at least one
sport each season. You can pick your favorite from those
available. Athletics are from 3:30PM to 5:00PM. You have 30
Minutes to dress, and then dinner is at 6:00PM. Stephy can help
you with all of this. Is that OK?"

"Yes Mam," I responded. I was becoming more concerned about what I
was getting into. After all, Crayle had done this many times, but
this was my first attempt at such a disguise.

"It is almost time for dinner," Ms. Wallace remarked. "You had
better go back to your room and get dressed."

As I walked back to my room, I thought about the past two days. I
was having trouble getting my roles straight. The new sensations
of the M/X induced changes, my new breasts, my new voice, and my
virtual imprisonment at the school all concerned me. This was
compounded by my sudden need to learn to act as a young woman. I
was worried that someone would find out who I really was, and then
I would not be able to solve this lucrative case. On the other
hand, I could not stop being amazed to see and feel myself in
girls' clothing. The arousal that I felt when I saw my new
breasts, and the different feelings of the new clothing all
compounded my confusion.

Stephy and I talked some more, but by about 5:30, Stephy stopped
talking and said, "It is time to dress for dinner."

"What should I wear," I asked.

"We must dress up for dinners, let me pick it out for you," Stephy
answered as he walked into my bedroom. "Where did you hang your
clothes?"

I pointed them out to Stephy, and she picked a low cut cocktail
dress, and high heeled, black shoes. From the dresser, she picked
panties, a tight girdle, an underwire bra, a slip, and pantyhose.
"This is the way we dress for dinner. During the day, you do not
need the slip, the pantyhose, and the high heels, but you must
wear the school uniform of skirt and blouse with white stockings
and low brown shoes. For class, the nametag goes on the pocket of
your blouse."

I dressed quickly. What a strange feeling to again see woman's
breasts on my chest, and to be wearing a dressy woman's clothing.
I was surprised at how attractive I looked in the dress that
Stephy had picked, and I liked the sensations of the smooth slip
as I pulled it over my body. The dress left the tops of my breasts
exposed, with a slight edging of lace at the top. The silk
material, with a tailored waist, emphasized my slim waist and my
hips. The girdle was very uncomfortable, but I knew I had no
choice but to wear it.

We both left the room and started to walk out of the dorm to the
administrative building. As we did, we were met by many other
girls, all well dressed. Stephy introduced me to many of them, all
of them beautifully made-up, and generously endowed. I felt that I
looked like a youngster next to these beautiful women, yet, they
were all supposed to be college seniors, not fashion models. I was
concerned that I did not have on much make-up, and I was obviously
not as well endowed as my classmates.

Dinner was at long tables, with Ms. Wallace at one end of ours.
The girls took turns being waiters for the various courses, and I
and Stephy both cleaned the tables after dinner was done. Ms.
Wallace motioned to me and we walked to her once the tables were
cleaned. "I have made appointments with the clinic for a physical
tomorrow morning, and a finishing interview right after lunch. You
should go to classes with Stephy because roommates always take the
same classes. That makes studying easier."

"It is late, we had better hurry to our room before it is 7:00PM,"
Stephy said suddenly, so we turned and walked quickly to the dorm.

We put on casual clothes, and at 7:00 promptly, Stephy went into
her room, and began to study. I sat in the sitting area and read a
book that was sitting there. It was about make-up techniques and
appearance tips.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Ms. Wallace walked in. She looked
into Stephy's room, and motioned for me to go into my room. "That
is a good book for you, but we all study in our own rooms," She
announced as he left.

All was quiet for a moment, but then Stephy whispered, "She can be
a real bitch," from the other room. I stayed silent as I read the
book. Again, mixed feelings of being trapped in the body of a
young girl flooded over me as I read. There I was, dressed in a
skirt and blouse, and there was so much that I did not know that I
was afraid that I would tip-off the faculty at the school. More
importantly, I was beginning to like the feelings I had while I
was dressed as a girl, and that scared me.

THE FUN BEGINS

At 11:00, Stephy left her room, and put some music on her tape
player. It was a currently popular group, so I at least knew its
name. We chatted for a while, and then two girls appeared at the
door. "Hi Cindy and Leslie," Stephy said. "Did you meet Megan at
dinner?"

"No," said the taller one. "Hello, I am Cindy Jacobson, and this
is Leslie Harken. We are in the room next door, 240"

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

They were both as striking as Stephy. We all chatted for a while,
and then had to stop at 11:30 so that we could wash and get ready
for bed. Stephy took off her clothes, except a bra and panties,
took a towel and cosmetic kit from her dresser, and left for the
bathroom. I did the same. In the bathroom, I could hardly control
himself. There I was, wearing just a bra and panties, in the midst
of 20 giggling, half naked girls, brushing my teeth. I could not
decide how to get used to it.

A buzzer sounded, and Stephy said, "Only 10 minutes, better get
back to our room."

Back in the room, we put on nightgowns, and talked for a few
minutes. I was getting used to the idle chatter and giggling that
seemed to be the norm among the girls, and I adapted himself to it
as I seemed able. Suddenly, another buzzer rang. "Time to go to
sleep," commented Stephy as he turned off the sitting area light,
and walked into her room. I turned and did the same.

I turned down the bed clothes, and felt a warm feeling as I slid
into bed in the silky nightgown. Again, I had trouble reconciling
my normal feelings as a grown man with my new circumstances. Here
I was, with long hair and breasts, living as a college co-ed, and
feeling a growing warmth between my legs as I thought about it.

I was tired, and quickly fell asleep. I was just in the middle of
a confusing dream, when I was shaken awake. It was Cindy standing
over her. "Time for your initiation," she announced as she pulled
me out of bed. "Make one sound, and we will be REALLY hard on
you," she continued.

As Cindy pulled me out of the room, I saw about 5 girls, including
Megan, standing quietly in the sitting area. They all had smiles
on their faces. "Now it is time to become real friends," Cindy
commented as she pulled my nightgown off. "We all did this too,"
Cindy said as she sat down on the couch, spread her legs apart,
and said, "Eat me 'til I come!"

I did not know how to act. One part of me looked forward to it,
the other part, my new feminine side, was repelled, but I kneeled
down in front of her, and buried my face in her cunt. This was
nothing new to me, so I performed well, and quickly heard a quiet
moan as she came. I tried to stand up, but was pushed down by the
next girl, who did the same thing as Cindy had. They all seemed
almost sex starved. I felt a continual stirring in my transformed
organ as I serviced them all.

After all of them had been serviced, I tried to stand up, but they
tied my hands and feet, and then tied me to my bed. Cindy then
looked through the dresser, and pulled out all of the girdles.

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

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

"Too bad, you will have to fake it." was the reply. Then they
untied me, and all of them left except Stephy.

"You were great," she commented with a smile. "We are going to
have fun." Then she turned and left.

THE FIRST DAY

In the morning, I got up, and went into the bathroom with Stephy.
None of the girls from the prior night seemed to say anything
special to me, they all just said, "Good morning Megan," and acted
as though nothing had happened.

Again, I was torn by the feelings I had showering with all of
these nubile young girls. I noticed that they all seemed to have
Bra cup sizes much bigger than mine, probably size C to my size A.
I dressed in a school uniform as quickly as I could, and rushed to
breakfast with Stephy.

Ms. Wallace was sitting at the breakfast table as the arrived.
"Good morning girls," she announced. "Megan, your physical is at
9:00AM," she continued, "And the finishing interview is at 1:00PM.
Please do not be late."

We finished breakfast, cleaned up our rooms, and went to classes
together. The first class was in English, and I was given the
appropriate books, and a very large catch-up assignment. The class
ended at 8:50, and I went cautiously to the medical clinic.

In the clinic, I waited nervously until the nurse came into the
waiting room. The nurse led me into an examining room, and told me
to strip to my panties and bra.

When the nurse got back, she weighed me, measured my height and
hip, waist, and bust measurements. I looked curiously as she wrote
them down. My height was 5" 6", but my weight was much reduced to
125 pounds. My measurements were 35-26-35. She then took a small
blood sample, and a urine sample, and then told me to get dressed
again.

Once clothed, I walked to the waiting room and waited for the
nurse to return. She did so, along with a beautiful woman in a
white smock who was obviously a doctor. The doctor looked at the
data collected and mentioned something about scheduling something
to the nurse. Then she turned to me and said, "Your weight is
good, and your waist and hips are good, but we need to work on
your bust to meet our standards. We demand at least a C cup bust
to graduate. I will give you a hormone treatment that should help
there.

The nurse returned and looked at me with a smile. "I see that you
did not have your girdle on. I will have to tell Ms. Wallace."

What could I say? I made an excuse about not knowing, but she made
no further comment as she opened the door of the clinic.

I finished the morning with Stephy, and we had an uneventful lunch
with the girls who had been in my room the night before. At 12:50,
the others left, and Stephy showed me the way to the "Finishing"
interview.

As I walked into the room, I faced a table of three incredibly
beautiful women. I could not help but notice that everywhere I
went, everyone seemed more beautiful that I looked.

They asked me to stand next to a wall with lines drawn on it, and
they took a number of photographs of me. They were included in a
folder that was on the table. One of them took the same
measurements that the nurse had taken, and they discussed them
quietly.

I sat nervously as they consulted a set of papers on the table,
and then they asked me a number of questions about my childhood. I
had to make up simple answers simple so that I could remember the
answers. Finally, they asked me to walk slowly back and forth in
front of the table.

I sat again to await their discussions. Finally, the woman in the
middle spoke. "Megan, we are glad to have you at Highland Forest.
We believe that we can provide the kind of training that you and
your parents would wish. We have reviewed the data from your
physical, and from this interview, and we note a number of areas
where we must intensify your training."

"We will start with your figure," she started. "You have
acceptable hip and waist size, but your breasts need augmentation
to meet our standards. We need to work you up to at least a C cup
size."

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

"OK, then it is not a surprise," she continued. "We will simply
provide you with some hormonal treatments which should solve that
problem, and we will provide new bras to accommodate the changes."

The tall woman at the end of the table then began to talk. "Megan,
we also believe that you need some exercising and posture training
if you are to become the beautiful women we know that you can be.
We will start a concentrated exercise program, along with other
measures, to help improve your posture. We also suggest that you
take dance instead of regular athletics for the next semester."

"Yes, Mam," I again responded.

"The other areas, such as cosmetics and dressing, will be covered
quickly through remedial classwork. We realize that this will give
you a large class load, but we believe that you can handle it,"
she finished.

Suddenly, the doctor walked into the room, and talked with the
three women in hushed tones. They discussed something for some
time, and I became concerned about what they were talking about.
They finally stopped talking, and the woman in the middle said,
"Thank you Megan. You may leave now."

I quickly caught up to Stephy at the end of the next class, and we
finished the afternoon uneventfully.

After classes, we left our books in the dormitory, and went to the
gymnasium. Stephy was playing field hockey, and I had to take
dancing. The gym office gave me a locker, and combination lock,
and I got leotards, tights, shoes, and an athletic bra from the
gym trainer's office.

I dressed for dance, and was again aroused by the pretty picture I
made in front of the mirror. I still could not adapt to seeing
myself with wide hips, a slim waist, and breasts. The bright
tights and leotard made my girlish body even more definite. As the
class began, I became aroused when I saw all of the beautiful girl
in the tights and leotards.

The class was difficult. It was both demanding and strenuous.
Being new, and late, I was constantly learning things that the
rest knew. The teacher recognized that, and suggested that we
schedule a remedial session on Saturday, which I agreed to
immediately.

After the dance class, I once again found myself in the midst of a
huge number of beautiful, nude women as we all showered and
dressed.

That night, I was swamped with homework, and lights-out seemed to
come way too soon. Stephy and I climbed into bed, and she
whispered, "Wait until the bed check."

We lay quietly, and shortly Ms. Wallace stuck her head into the
sitting room, saw that all lights were out, and left without
saying a word. Stephy lay quiet for a few minutes, and then I
heard her leave her room. "Lets have some fun," he commented as I
felt her lay down on the bed. "Now it is my turn," was her comment
as he pulled the covers back, and pulled my nightgown up.

Immediately, she had her tongue into my cunt, and I felt waves of
pleasure move through my body. I moaned briefly, and she
whispered, "Be quiet. We can't let Wallace hear us."

I just lay back to savor the feeling. It was so different from
those that I had as a man. Once again, I was torn between my
masculine feelings, and the pleasures I felt as a woman, including
the entirely new sensations that I felt in my nipples.

Stephy and I played for at least an hour, bringing each to
multiple orgasms, before she quietly pointed to the clock, and
left the room. This was going to be fun I decided! The girls
seemed to be continually aroused and interested in sex.

THINGS CHANGE

Before the end of the Tuesday, I received a note from the medical
clinic. It was an appointment for Wednesday morning to meet with
the doctor. I had no idea what it was about, but I reported to the
clinic at 9:00AM.

The doctor appeared, holding the usual charts, and said, "Good
morning, Megan. This is the start of the treatments the Finishing
Committee recommended. Please lie down on this table, we will
start with a quick shot, and proceed from there.

The nurse entered the room, and took a syringe from a cabinet. She
filled it with some substance, and gave it to the doctor, who
immediately said, "This will just pinch a bit." she gave me the
shot, and left me on the table. I lay there for a while, became
sleepy, and quickly fell asleep.

I awoke with a start. I was not in the medical clinic room that I
had remembered. I tried to move, but my arms were secured to the
sides of the bed. I tried to sit-up, but could not because of my
arms.

The doctor appeared. "Well, I see that you are awake," she
commented as she walked toward the bed. "I hope that you are
feeling all right. While administering the hormones, we took the
opportunity for some slight corrections that the Finishing
Committee requested."

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

"Don't be alarmed, there were some minor changes we did to make
you even more attractive than you were, and the restraints were
used so that you did not disturb the bandages," the doctor
replied. "That does not matter now, because I am going to remove
them today." She took a pair of scissors from a small table, and
came toward me. "Just hold still, this is easy," she said casually
as she reached toward my face with the scissors. I had not
realized it, but there were bandages on much of my face except my
eyes. She cut around my mouth, cheeks, ears, and neck. "Well, that
looks much better. Why don't you get up and look for yourself,"
she said as she released my wrists.

I stood up slowly, and immediately felt a heavier weight on my
chest. My inclination was to feel my breasts, but I decided that
that was not the thing to do. I turned and walked to a mirror on
the wall.

The face looking back at me was mine, but it had been subtly
changed. My nose was smaller, with a "button" end. My lips had a
definite pout to them, and my cheek bones seemed higher. All-in-
all, the effect was very much an improvement. My face was now much
prettier than it had been. As I looked down, I noticed that the
change to my figure was much more dramatic. My breasts now stuck
prominently from the plain hospital gown. They were much larger
than I remembered them.

"What do you think," the doctor commented. "I think that these
subtle facial changes were good suggestions from the Committee,
and the liposuction at your waist will mean that strict dietary
restrictions will be unnecessary if you can keep at this weight.
In addition, the hormonal injections have corrected the other
deficiencies that they noticed in your figure. You now have
breasts that will easily pass our graduation requirements as to
size and shape. We measured them as 36C yesterday. You have a 24
inch waist, and 35 inch hips to go with your new C cup breasts.
This is a new treatment for breast augmentation that I believe is
much preferable to surgery. It is a new compound that enhances
breast size through normal body functions and normal growth of
fatty tissue. It is called M/X, and we use it extensively now."

M/X! The thought even scared me. What would more of that compound
do to me now. I remembered what the woman had said as she sold me
the M/X compounds. "Will the hormones cause a permanent change? I
won't have to do this again, will I?" I asked.

"We are not sure." the doctor answered. "All of our use to date
has indicated that the changes are permanent, but you should not
be concerned. We at Highland Forest are very concerned about our
students. We are careful about our procedures, and that has given
us the fine reputation that we now have. You can be sure that we
will monitor the effects of the M/X, and will correct for any
unplanned effects that occur. If you have no further questions,
your clothes are in the closet, and you can get dressed and return
to your normal school activities."

She turned, and left quickly. I walked quickly to the closet and
found my school clothes. I took off the hospital gown, and looked
into the mirror. What a change! I had a body that would stop
traffic. My waist seemed much thinner, and my breasts were
significantly larger. I became aroused just looking at myself.
Those changes, along with the subtle facial changes, made me look
like a Hollywood starlet. What was I going to do now? What would
happen once I had solved this case? What else could they have done
while I was asleep from the anesthesia? I should have questioned
Ms. Abernathy's comment about "training" more carefully.

It turned out to be Friday afternoon so I had no more classes for
a while. Back in the room, Stephy and I talked a bit before we had
to go to dinner. She commented that everyone had gone through
similar changes when they came to Highland Forest. Apparently,
they were all happy with the changes that the school had "made".
She even commented on my new figure showing, even in the school
uniforms. At least now, I would not stand out from my class.

After dimmer, Ms. Wallace asked me to come to her apartment. I had
no idea what she wanted, but I really had no choice, so I knocked
on the door promptly after dinner.

"Hello, Megan." she answered as she opened the door. "I need to
talk with you about certain school rules. It has come to my
attention that you violated one of the school dress rules," she
started. "The nurse told me that you did not have your girdle on
when you had your exam on Monday. I assume that Stephy had told
you that they are required at all times."

What could I say. I made some excuse about forgetting but she
would not accept it.

"Well, we must impress upon you that our rules are firm," she
responded. "I am authorized to impose some additional training in
such circumstances. This is not considered a severe violation, but
one non-the-less that requires correction. I think that just a
weekend will suffice."

She left the room, and returned quickly with a flat box. "You must
wear this for the whole weekend," she announced as she opened the
box. Inside was a severe looking boned corset. "Take off your
dress," she commanded.

I undressed to my bra and panties and she pulled the garment
around me. "This size looks good," she commented as she hooked it
behind me. She then proceeded to pull the lacing so tight that I
could hardly breathe. I was almost gasping for breath as she said,
"Breathe with your diaphragm, not your chest."

I found that I had to take numerous small breaths instead of large
ones, and that even then, I felt as though I was being cut in
half. "You must wear this at all times until Sunday evening," she
said. "I want you to report to remedial dance training tomorrow
with it on, and the instructor will inspect it after you shower to
be sure that it is securely fastened. This should remind you to
follow the school's dress code."

Back in the room, Stephy, Cindy, and Lisa laughed as I returned.
"Well, I see that Wallace caught you," Cindy said. "Don't worry,
we all had to do something similar."

"Do you remember Martha," Lisa commented. "Wallace made her wear a
corset over a girdle and tight spandex for a week. She lost 20
pounds before it was over."

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

Saturday remedial dance practice was very painful. Performing all
of the required exercises and moves in the tight corset was almost
impossible, but the instructor would not accept any excuses. I
even noticed Ms. Wallace peering into the practice room at one
point, just to see that I was behaving myself.

By Sunday, I had adapted to the garment. It was still
uncomfortable, but I could tolerate it. That evening, Ms. Wallace
asked me to her apartment after dinner, and told me to remove the
corset. I did so, and I felt as though my waist was even smaller
than before. "Let this be a lesson, Megan," She began. "We will
not tolerate any more violations of our dress code."

Back in my room that night, Stephy gave me my missed assignments,
and I worked for the whole study period just to get ready for
Monday. After lights-out, Cindy and Lisa quietly came into our
suite. Like Stephy, they both said that now it was their turn, and
they both licked my cunt until I came. The pleasure was
unbelievable. Then we all brought each other off until almost
2:00AM, when we all got tired and went to bed. They all seemed to
be as highly aroused as I now felt.

Monday started my first full week of classes. I was constantly
trying to find out about the three missing girls. Even Stephy, who
had roomed with one of them, knew nothing other than that they had
been in their rooms at lights-out, but they were missing the next
morning. I could not find anything that seemed to link them
together.

As I settled into the school routine, by dual existence became
more bizarre. Here was a grown man, living in a woman's body that
was incredibly beautiful, and attending an all girls college with
200 other equally beautiful girls. I seemed to be as horny as they
were. We all looked forward to lights-out so that we could play
together. In addition, my breasts actually seemed to swell a
little more during the week, so I was becoming concerned that the
long-term effects of the hormones may not be fully understood.
That scared me. What would happen when this strange case ended,
and I tried to resume my life as a private investigator.

I was especially enjoying the dinner time so that I could wear the
revealing dresses with my new cleavage. I tried all of the lowest
cut ones just to see how I looked. What a knock-out I was! Right
now though, I had to be more concerned with trying to solve the
case at hand.

A LEAD

By Wednesday, I had begun to hear small comments about some
activities that seemed outside school rules. I could not prove
anything, but it sounded as though some of the girls had access to
pot and Cocaine. Stephy, Cindy, and Lisa seemed to know nothing
about it when I asked them what was going on. By using my normal
investigation procedures, I soon found out that at least one girl
at our end of the hall was a regular user. Now I had a clue to
begin working with.

The strict school timetables made my work difficult, but I soon
had taken concealed photographs of the girl in a Cocaine "buy"
with a faculty member. Now I had something to start with. The
faculty member was Ms. Wallace.

I decided that my next step should be to get to know Ms. Wallace
better. I started sitting next to her at dinner, and asking
questions about the school and her athletic teams. I even attended
her additional exercise classes during an extra period that I had.
For the next week, I discretely watched for some sign that she
noticed m

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I discretely watched for some sign that she
noticed my attentions.

The school week continued normally. My academiv load was
difficult, even for me as an adult, and the dance and exercise
classes actually reduced my weight by an additional 10 pounds. The
girls seemed as sexually aroused as I was, and we played games
with each other each night. They all had some sort of sex toy
hideen in their rooms, and they traded them freely. Tuesday
morning, Lisa came into our room as I was dressed in just my
panties and bra. "Here is something for you to try today. We all
use them occasionally. Just sit down on the bed." In her hand, she
had two metal spheres. She pulled down my panties and inserted
them into my cunt, and pulled the panties back up. "There!" she
said.

Stephy smiled as I continued to get dressed. During the day, the
two balls continually moved inside me. They created a continual
state of arousal during the while day, and during exercise class,
I almost climaxed from their motion. In the dormitory, I took them
out in the shower, and I could see Lisa smiling at me. In the room
before dinner she asked, "How did they feel?"

"Just great," I confessed. as I returned them to her. "What other
toys do you have?"

I found out later in the week, as she spent a night in our suite
with a variety of vibrators and dildoes. It was the first time
that I had experienced penetration since using the M/X-2, and I
really enjoyed the sensations as she played with me until I
climaxed.

I concluded that all of them were as sexually aroused as I was. We
all must have been gived the M/X "behavior modification" compound.

I also continued my efforts to learn more about Ms. Wallace, and
finally, on a Friday night, she commented that she was going to
try some new exercises, and wondered if I would be willing to test
them for her.

This might be a good chance, so I said yes. I met her in the
gymnasium the next morning, and we both dressed in leotards,
tights, and exercise shoes. In the dance room, the mirrored wall
emphasized my beautiful figure slim waist, large, thrusting
breasts, and a finely featured face topped with long blond hair.
What a sight I had become.

Ms. Wallace was equally attractive. She was slightly taller, and a
bit firmer, but she too had a beautiful face, and an exquisite
figure.

She started by describing some new exercises she wanted to use in
her classes, and then she asked me to try them. They were
strenuous, and she shortly began to help me do them. I noticed
that she seemed intimate in the way that she touched me to change
my positions or stance. She became increasingly forward, and
complimentary about my figure, and my performance of the
exercises. On more than one occasion, I felt her hands on my ample
breasts, and I said nothing.

At one particular moment, she was trying to position me in a
difficult, ballet like move, when her hand again brushed my
breasts. I took the opportunity to make a slight moaning sound,
which she immediately noticed. Would she take the bait?

"Does that position feel OK," she asked. "Can you move more to the
side?" She then, again, brushed my breasts, and I moaned again.

There was no question that she had taken my clue, because she
began to hold my body tightly as she asked me to try various
difficult positions. I made no attempt to stop her, and even
smiled occasionally as she did it. We worked for at least two
hours, with her advances becoming more obvious by the minute.
"Well," she finally commented. "That is probably enough for this
morning. Thank you Megan."

"That was a lot of fun," I responded. "I would like to do it again
sometime."

"Why, that is very nice Megan," she responded. "Would you like to
work some more this afternoon?"

"Yes, Mam. I would love to," I responded.

"Good, let's get some lunch."

We both left to shower and get dressed for lunch. We met in the
shower, and her look and motions were obviously provocative. I
responded similarly.

After lunch, we again dressed in the gym, and worked out for 2
more hours. Ms. Wallace continued to touch and hold me in some of
the exercises, and I responded positively each time. In the shower
after we finished, she said, "Megan, would you like to have dinner
with me tonight?"

"Yes, Mam. I would be glad to," was my response.

"Good. Why not come to my apartment about 6:00PM," she responded.

Back in my room, I noticed that Stephy was studying. "Where have
you been?" she asked.

"I was doing extra exercises with Ms. Wallace," I answered.

"Oh," she said abruptly. "I would watch out."

"Is there a problem?" i asked.

"She can be funny sometimes," Stephy answered. "No one can seem to
figure her out. You know how bitchy she can be sometimes."

"Yes, I remember," I responded, thinking about the corset
incident.

At 4:30, Stephy left to go with the Debate Team for an evening
debate across the state, so I was alone until very late that
night. That would be perfect, no-one to have to know where I was.

At 6:00PM, I knocked at Ms. Wallace's door, and she answered
quickly. "Hello Megan." she was dressed in a particularly
revealing dress for a Saturday night at school, but I choose not
to say anything. We talked for a while, and she offered me a soda
before dinner. I said yes, and she brought out one in a tall
glass. We continued to talk for a while, and I got strangely
tired, to the point that I passed out.

I awoke lying on my back in a different room. I felt that my hands
and feet were tied to the bed, just like they had been in the
hospital. I looked around, and realized that I was completely
naked, and tied to a bed. The room did not look like a bedroom. It
just had the bed I was on, and a couple of large trunks near one
wall. I lay there for a while, struggling against my bonds, when
the door opened.

I was both shocked and scared as Ms. Wallace walked quickly into
the room. Her incredibly beautiful body was barely held in a black
corset, with exposed breasts. and she had thigh high, black boots
on.

"What are you doing Ms. Wallace?" I asked.

"Call me Mistress! Now, you just you relax and enjoy it, my pet,"
she answered as she opened one of the trunks. Reaching in, she
pulled out what looked like a long feather. "Just relax," she said
again. "I will not hurt you. This will be fun for both of us."

As I lay there, she sat next to me, and began to lightly touch me
with the feather. The feeling was unbelievable. It was so light
and smooth. She started on my stomach, but quickly had it lightly
brushing my large nipples, which immediately became stiff. Then
she moved it between my legs, and I felt its light touch on my
cunt lips and clitoris. I moaned loudly.

"Now you can enjoy it, my pet," she said softly. "Just relax.

I loved the feeling, and really did not want her to stop it, as I
moaned more and more. Her hands began to stroke my body lightly,
and she soon kissed one of my nipples. My passion was building. My
tongue was moving across my lips, and I writhed against my bonds.

"Oh Mistress," I moaned. "That feels so good."

"Good, my pet. Just enjoy it."

Her hands kept moving lightly over my body, and soon one of her
fingers touched my cunt lips. It was like an electric shock
through my body. She could see me move more as she did it. She
continued, and then suddenly she bent over me, and kissed me on
the nipple. Again, I moved under her touch. "That feels so good."

"Good." She moved up, and her lips touched mine. I could feel a
fire building between my legs as my tongue reached out for hers
and they met. The kiss went on for a long time. Finally, she broke
the kiss, and moved between my legs. I could feel her tongue
lapping my cunt, and I began moaning again. She persisted until I
climaxed with a loud moan. I had never felt anything like that!

"How was that, my pet?"

"Oh, Mistress," was all that I could say.

She moved to the head of the bed, and I stretched my tongue out
toward her. She climbed over me, with her cunt above my face, and
we buried our tongues in each others cunts simultaneously. I
licked as hard as I could, and she quickly had two intense
climaxes before I had a second one. This lesbian love was
unbelievable. The pleasure was so intense.

We continued for at least 2 hours before she loosened the tethers
on my arms and legs. I sat up, and we both embraced and kissed. My
hand moved to her crotch, and my fingers slipped into her wet cunt
as she fell back onto the bed. Within 2 minutes, I had brought her
to another climax.

"Oh, my pet," she moaned. "Let me try something else."

"Yes, Mistress," I responded as I sat on the bed. I could not tell
if it was my male feelings, or some sort of strange lesbian
tendencies, that had me so attracted to this woman.

She went to the trunk, and returned with a large bag. Inside were
a number of different leather garments and straps. She took some
of them, and turned to me. First, she buckled a wide belt around
my waist. then she put wrist and ankle cuffs on me. Then she put
cuffs on my elbows and thighs.

"What are you doing, Mistress?"

"Just wait, my pet," she replied as she clipped my wrist cuffs to
the thigh cuffs, the elbow cuffs to the waist belt, and the ankle
cuffs together.

Then she pulled a latex item from the bag. It seemed to be some
sort of hooded device, which she slipped over my head. The
darkness scared me initially, but I could breathe OK so I did not
complain. Then I felt her pull me to my knees in front of her. As
I knelt, I could feel her doing something else with the garment,
and something brushed my face. Then I knew. It had a pair of pants
attached to the front of the hood. Sure enough, Her other leg
entered the garment, and I felt her pull it up her legs,
positioning my face right in front of her cunt. "Follow me, my
pet," she ordered as she stepped backward, and I followed on my
knees. Quickly, she was lying on her back on the bed, and I was
forced to follow her, with my face tightly pulled into her cunt.
"Now, give me pleasure," she commanded, and I began to lick and
suck her cunt.

The tight hood, along with the various restraints, kept me from
moving except to roll, and the panty-hood held my head tightly
against her crotch. She was writhing and moving in ecstasy as I
worked. Shortly, I heard a loud moan as she climaxed, but she did
not move. I kept going, and brought her to three more before she
stopped it, and pulled herself out of the latex garment. Then she
took off the hood. "That was wonderful, my pet!" she exclaimed.
"Now it is my turn."

She did not remove my restraints, except my arms, which she
clipped to the corners of the bed. Then she tied my feet tightly,
and removed the other unused straps. She returned with a leather
hood, which she slipped over my head, and closed. Again, the
darkness scared me initially, but I quickly overcame it. I heard
her walk away, and then return quickly. "Just wait, my pet," she
said in a low voice.

Then I felt the soft feather again, plus her warm lips on my
nipples and cunt. I began to moan and writhe on the bed, and I
heard a low hum. Then I felt it, a vibrator, as she rubbed it on
my clit. This was an incredibly pleasurable new feel. Particularly
when I did not know where it would touch next. She ran it over
most of my body, and then I felt it at the lips of my cunt. I had
never been penetrated before, and I was going mad waiting for it.

She pushed the device slowly into me, and continued to stroke my
body. I almost screamed in pleasure. "Must be quiet, my pet," she
said softly. "I know just how to do it."

In a moment, I felt a rough, rubbery shape on my lips. It rubbed
against them, and then she forced it into my mouth. It was a
rubber penis dildo, and she quickly had its full length in my
mouth. I felt straps around my head, and I knew that I could not
get it out.

She continued with the vibrator, and the pleasure kept building. I
moaned through the penis gag, and writhed even more as she brought
me to incredible heights. The mixture of sensations kept me
continually aroused.

Finally, she stopped, and removed the hood and gag. "How was that,
my pet?" she asked.

I could only moan, so she lay beside me, and kissed me again. I
wondered when this would ever stop.

She left again, and returned with a small syringe. "What is that?"
I asked.

"Don't worry, my pet. It is just an antibiotic in case of
infection." she replied as I felt a slight prick in my upper arm.
Now what?

She released me, and I sat up. Then she sat beside me, embraced
me, and kissed me again. I loved the feeling, and returned the
kiss as well as caressing her beautiful tits. We continued for a
while, and then she noticed the time. "You must leave, my pet,"
she said. "We would not want you to miss lights-out, now would
we?"

"No, Mistress," I answered.

"Remember, only use Mistress when we do this," she reminded me.

"Yes, Mam," I responded as I left her apartment. "That was really
special."

"I am glad," was her response. "Even if we did not get a chance to
have dinner."

Sunday passed uneventfully, Stephy and the debate team returned
and school returned to its normal events. Stephy asked how the
weekend went, and I said that it was just a normal one.

During the week, I seemed to be more aroused that I had ever been
before. Getting dressed for dinner, and seeing all of the other
beautiful girls also well dressed, was exciting, and I could never
get enough pleasure as Stephy, Cindy, Lisa and I played in the
dark at night. My sexual drive seemed greater each day.

Ms. Wallace asked me to exercise with her twice during the week,
and I did so gladly. I loved the sight of the sleek, sexy bodies,
even if one of them was mine.

I was able to get two additional pictures of her selling something
to students, and I put them safely into the false bottom of my
trunk.

A STRONG SUSPECT

By Friday, Ms. Wallace had asked me again to practice with her.
This time, she mentioned that another girl, Lisa, would join us. I
remembered her as one of the girls buying cocaine from Ms. Wallace
as soon as I saw her at the gym. Now it was becoming interesting.

During practice, Ms. Wallace continued to touch me, as well as
Leslie. Again, she asked me to dinner as well as Leslie. She
seemed much more direct with Lisa though.

I got to her apartment first, and she told me that Lisa had been
with her a number of times before, so that I should not be
embarrassed if we did the same things that we had done before. "Oh
Mistress," I responded. "Don't worry, I would love to spend
another afternoon like the last one."

Lisa arrived, and we began immediately. They laid me on the bed
again, and strapped me down tightly, then both of the put on
corsets, and high boots, and returned. "What will you do to me
Mistress?" I asked.

Ms. Wallace just smiled as Lisa climbed onto the bed, and sat down
over my face. Her intention was obvious, so I immediately began
licking her cunt. Then I felt something between my legs. It was
the feather first, then the vibrator. Lisa stuck it completely
into me, and then began with the feather again. I loved the
pleasure of both at once, and I immediately climaxed and moaned
loudly.

I was so aroused that I would do anything. That "antibiotic"
injection she had given me must have been the third M/X compound,
the one that increased sexual drive. How could I reconcile my
masculine thoughts with my insatiable desire to be penetrated and
licked?

Ms. Wallace climbed over my face, and Lisa left and returned in a
minute with a strange mechanical device. She set it at the bottom
of the bed, and strapped it to the foot of the bed. It looked like
a small table, with a motor and wheel on it. Ms. Wallace got up to
help her. They attached a rod to the wheel, and put something on
the end of it. It was a huge rubber penis. I could feel them place
it on my cunt lips, and push it into me a little.

"Now, my pet," Ms. Wallace said. "Lets see how well you can
control yourself. The more that you try to stop this machine from
penetrating you, the greater the pleasure you will feel. You need
to keep it from turning, and we will reward you."

Then she turned it on, and the wheel began to turn. As It did, it
pushed the large penis into my cunt. They adjusted the speed a
bit, and let it begin to work. With each stroke, I felt my arousal
increase, until I finally climaxed. Then they turned it up faster.

I tried to hold it back with the muscles of my cunt, and the
pleasure was even greater. I was so aroused, that I tried to stop
it, but I could not. It plunged into me inexorably, until I came
again, with a loud moan. Then they speeded it up again.

All the while, Lisa was stroking my body with the feather, as the
"fucking machine" continued its pace. I kept trying to slow it
down, to get greater pleasure, but with each climax, they speeded
it up. Ms. Wallace moved her cunt over my face, and I began to
lick her as the machine continued. The triple sensations were
driving me almost crazy as I climaxed again and again. I even
began to climax when Ms. Wallace did also.

Within about 30 minutes, I was at such a fever pitch that almost
any touch made me come. My muscles were able to slow the machine
to almost stop it, but each time I almost stopped it, Ms. Wallace
would come, then I would come and loose my concentration. The
machine would speed up, I would climax, and they would make it go
faster.

I was in a cycle that was constantly ratcheting my arousal up to a
climax, only to make the next one better.

My moaning became constant, and suddenly they stopped the machine.

"Oh no, please don't stop it Mistress," I pleaded.

"That is enough my pet," she replied.

I was almost addicted to It. I would do anything to have them
start that machine again. "PLEASE, Mistress. PLEASE!"


Lisa stroked my body with the feather, as Ms. Wallace kissed my
nipples, then my lips. I responded with my tongue, and she was all
over me again.

Lisa removed the restraints, and the three of us were quickly all
on the bed in a pile. Each doing something to one of the others.
It was an orgy unlike anything I could imagine.

Finally, Ms. Wallace stopped, and said "Lets have something else
to arouse us." She got up, and returned with a small package of
white powder. Now I knew I was at the source of the problem.

She cut a couple of lines for Lisa, who immediately became high,
and did so for herself. I pretended to have some, and watched them
as they rested back on the bed. Pretending to be high also, I lay
back on the bed and rested.

Ms. Wallace got up first. "Girls, it's late. you must not miss
dinner."

We dressed quickly, and both left for our rooms.

On Sunday, Ms. Wallace acted as though nothing had happened, and
another week started as usual.

During the week, my sexual arousal did not diminish. Stephy,
Cindy, and Leslie even commented one night that I just could never
get enough. They were right. I was constantly aroused. I would
bring myself off at night with my fingers, and Stephy would hear
my low moans in the next room.

Ms. Wallace asked me to practice exercises again, and I did so.
She mentioned that some other girls occasionally joined her, and
accidentally, she mentioned first names that were the names of two
of the three missing girls. Now I knew that I was even closer to
an answer.

School began to follow a predictable pattern. As a student, I
worked hard to pass the academics. Nightly, Stephy, Cindy, Leslie
and I would "play" together. I may have been aroused, but the
other three were almost as aroused also.

Ms. Wallace would ask me to practice during the week, and she,
Lisa and I would do so. On Saturdays, we would meet at her
apartment for long sexual romps.

During all of this, I continued to get occasional pictures of her
selling dope to various students. Finally, I got a picture of her
selling it to another teacher, and then to Ms. Abernathy's
secretary.

This was not right, but I still did not know what had happened to
the three missing girls.

A TURN FOR THE WORSE

One Tuesday afternoon, I was asked to go to the office to pick up
something. It was in the middle of classes, so I got permission,
and walked to see Ms. Abernathy. Once inside, Sarah, her
secretary, asked me to just go into Ms. Abernathy's office, which
I did.

"Well, Miss Cartright," she said once the door was closed. "What
have you found so far?"

"Well, Ms. Abernathy," I began. "I think that the problem is
somehow connected to cocaine sales at the school."

"Cocaine!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, Mam," I continued. I believe that one of your teachers is
selling Cocaine to the students and faculty. I do not know what
that has to do with the three missing girls though."

"Well! Who is it," he demanded.

"I have some pictures, but I had better not disclose who it is
until I find out where the three girls are," I said.

"Where are the pictures," he exclaimed.

"They are safe," I replied. "Just let me finish the investigation
and you may have all of the evidence."

She did not seem happy with that answer. "How much longer will
this take," she demanded.

"It should not take much longer," I answered, but I will need your
cooperation so that I can continue this investigation."

"Ok, but hurry up, Highland Forest needs to have this cleared up
quickly."

I left and returned to my classes.

That Thursday, I had exercise practice with Lisa and Ms. Wallace.
She seemed to act strangely with me, but I thought that I might
just be her time of the month.

On Saturday, Ms. Wallace said that the practice would be held at a
nearby gymnasium that had certain gymnastic equipment that we did
not have. I really did not give it much thought as she, Lisa, and
I climbed into a school car, and drove off the campus.

She drove to the main road, and turned to leave town. Then, she
turned off the road, onto a smaller road, and finally onto a
gravel road. This seemed strange to me. The road ended at a large
old house. Now I was becoming more concerned.

I did not have a moment to act before she and Lisa had handcuffed
me, gagged me, and tied me securely so that I could not walk. They
picked me up, and carried me into the old house.

Inside, they walked through the main hall, and down a set of
stairs into the cellar. There they went into a large room, with
white painted walls, and strong overhead lights. They took me to
one end of the room, undressed me completely, and securely tied my
hands and legs outstretched to hooks in the wall. The they buckled
a belt around my waist, and tied the rings on it to the wall also.
I could not move. Now I knew that they knew I had found out about
their scheme.

"Well, Miss smartypants," Ms. Wallace started. "You think that you
are so smart, but now we are in control. We can not let our little
scheme get out. You see, Ms. Abernathy is a part of our plan. She
is the one who actually controls it. You are the fourth girl to
learn about it and threaten us with it. You, like the others, will
conveniently disappear, and our plan will remain safe. This time,
we have learned where our security is poor so that no one else can
find out what is happening. Good by, my pet."

She just turned, and left me hanging on the wall.

THE DOCTOR RETURNS

I was left there for what seemed like a very long time. Then I
heard noises upstairs, and footsteps on the cellar stairs.
Suddenly the door opened, and the school doctor walked in.

"Hello, Megan," she said. "I am Dr. Naomi Bernstein. You may
remember NB Enterprises. Well, that is my company. and M/X-2 is my
own invention. I have worked years to take the original compound
from Mexico and refine it to its current strength and actions. You
have even seen how little amounts of it works."

I was scared. I could go nowhere, and I was at the mercy of this
strange doctor. I had almost solved the case, but to no avail.

She walked up to me, and touched my breasts very gently. "You were
such a beautiful example of what I can do." Then she walked out of
the room.

There was nothing I could do. I was securely tied to the wall,
with no visible way to escape.

In a while, I heard her return down the cellar steps. The door
opened, and he entered with a tray of medical instruments. She
carefully filled two large syringes with two different substances,
and then picked up a third bottle. It read M/Y!

She drew a good bit of M/Y into each syringe, and moved to my
side. I struggled against the bonds, but I could not really move.
I felt the pain of the injections, one in each side, and the
doctor smiled as she walked back to the tray.

"What have you done to me," I pleaded.

"Oh, just an extension of what we already did at the school," she
replied. That was just some additional treatments for your figure,
and for your sexual drive."

Suddenly, I remembered what the receptionist had said at NB
Enterprises. "Just be sure that M/Y never mixes with any of the
other three... If it mixes, the results are unpredictable."

She had mixed them! Then she left.

I was trapped! Suddenly, I felt a tingle in my body. My breasts
felt very warm.

Nothing else seemed to happen for a while, then I had an
increasing urge for sex, just like I had felt after the cosmetic
surgery.

Again, nothing, then the tingling again. I looked down, and my
breasts seemed much bigger than I remembered them.

Dr. Bernstein walked into the room, took a quick look at me, and
left silently.

More waiting, more tingling. I looked again, and they were even
bigger.

More time passed, and my sexual urges grew even more. I looked
down again, and my breasts were huge now. Way out of proportion to
anything normal.

Then Dr. Bernstein walked into the room again, this time carrying
the machine Ms. Wallace had had in her room. She sat it down
beneath me, and plugged it into an electrical outlet. This time,
it just sat on the floor, and the rod extended straight up. The
rubber penis was still on the end as she inserted it into my cunt
and started the machine.

I immediately moaned, and she laughed. "This will teach you to
meddle in my affairs. Each climax will heighten the effect of the
injections. Your sex drives will increase, and so will your breast
size." She walked over to me, and hefted one of my huge tits. It
was almost the size of a large grapefruit.

The machine speeded up, and I moaned again. It cycled endlessly
into and out of me until I climaxed with a scream. The doctor
laughed again, and left.

For what seemed to be an eternity, the machine assaulted me,
driving me to greater and greater desires for sex. I was climaxing
repeatedly, and then I tried to stop it like I had done in Ms.
Wallace's apartment. That slowed it, but made the pleasure even
greater. I soon was making continual moans, punctuated by frequent
screams as I climaxed.

Finally, the doctor returned, and turned off the machine. "Please
no," I pleaded. "I must have it. Please turn it on. I need a fuck.
PLEASE! PLEASE!"

She laughed, and walked over to me again. She reached up, and
lifted one of my tits again. It was much bigger. It stuck out at
least a foot as she held it up. They were bigger than anything I
had ever seen. "That should do," she commented. "They are bigger
than needed anyway."

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.

"You will see soon," she said as she left.

Shortly, the doctor returned with Lisa. They untied my waist, and
carefully untied my wrists and ankles. Then they handcuffed me
with my hands behind my back, and led me out of the room.

At the top of the stairs, there was a large hall mirror, and I was
shocked at the effect of the injections. I had two of the biggest
boobs I could imagine. They were like two soccer balls attached to
my chest. They stuck out past my arms on the sides, and hung down
almost to my navel. The sight of my slim body, with the immense
boobs, was extremely arousing to me, and I began to moan again.

"Lets go," the doctor said. They led me upstairs, and dressed me
in bikini pants, panty hose, a bra that could barely hold my
immense mammaries, and a knit dress that made my extreme figure
look even more so.

As I walked, I could feel the immense weight of the bra straps on
my shoulders, and the tremendous movement in them as I moved. What
could they be doing to me now I wondered.

They handcuffed me again, and led me out of the house to a waiting
van. I was pushed into the back, and the door closed. Dr.
Bernstein climbed into the front, Lisa followed, and we left the
old house.

"I had a bad feeling about you the moment that we finished your
physical exam," the doctor said. "The urine tests, and the blood
work, showed chromosome anomalies. There was an X chromosome,
which is the male one, in the tests. I kept quiet until Abernathy
told me that you had traced our operation. Then she told me all
about you, and our records indicated your acquisition of the M/X-2
items last month. Then I knew what was going on, and who you
really were. There was no "other employee". You are actually
Wilcox under the influence of M/X-2. Your use of Crayle's name at
our office was a tip-off. Mr. Crayle and I have met before, when
he was using similar disguises. He too encountered problems once I
became aware of what was really going on, and in a number of
cases, he was able to overcome those problems. Recently, however,
he has not been around, so I suspect that his luck, like yours,
has run out. You both are stark evidence that I am not one to try
to trick."

There was nothing that I could say. Now they knew all of the
facts.

"That is OK," the doctor continued. "We can continue as we did
with the others. You will just react differently to the
injections. You have already shown greatly increased sensitivity
to the M/X enhancer compound, I would think that the behavior
modifier compound should work the same."

"What will happen to me?" I asked cautiously.

"Well, we have an arrangement with the producers of M/X in
Mexico," he began. "They send us raw M/X in exchange for money,
and other items. Those other items are primarily women who we want
to get rid of, just like you. You see, in Mexico, they have lots
of good places for someone with your "endowments". They will
probably use you in one of their strip joints as a dancer. Those
boobs will really draw the local population. Maybe, in your case,
they will also put you in one of their animal acts. The audience
loves to see animals fuck women, and you, with those boobs, will
be an ideal candidate."

The van was shaking, and it began to arouse me. I moaned and the
doctor just smiled.

The van slowed, and then backed into some place. The door opened,
and it was dark. I was pulled out of the van, and pushed onto the
nearby loading dock. There was a large crate there, with the front
open. The doctor came to me with another syringe, and injected me
again. I quickly fell asleep.

EPILOGUE

Joe Wilcox awoke on a darkened stage. He felt someone removing all
of his clothing, and then fasten something around his knees. Then
he felt something moist rubbed on his exposed cunt. Somewhere, a
loud crowd was screaming in a foreign language. As he tried to
move, but he found that his knees were chained tightly to the
middle of the stage. He raised up onto his hands and knees, with
his mammoth breasts hanging down, brushing the stage. The music
started, and the crowd became louder.

Then the stage became lighter as a curtain began to rise. He could
see the smoke filled room, full of tables of screaming men in
large hats.

He had no idea where he was, but he knew that he was
uncontrollably aroused. He HAD to have something in his cunt, He
HAD to be fucked NOW!

Then the stage door opened again, and a huge Doberman dog raced
out, snarling. It smelled for something, and then went to his
rear. It sniffed his cunt, and then licked it quickly. They must
have wiped something on his cunt that attracted the dogs. The huge
dog immediately mounted him, and stuck its huge penis into his
cunt.It pumped as it coupled with him, and he began to moan as he
became more excited from the dog's dick. He was just beginning to
climax as the dog howled, and backed away, having obviously come.
He did not care, he was still not satisfied

The dog then backed away from him, and ran off the stage, leaving
Wilcox moaning and screaming "FUCK ME PLEASE".

Then the stage door opened again, and a donkey walked out onto the
stage toward him. He raised up on his hands and knees again as it
walked straight toward him.

As thought it had done it before, the donkey walked right over
him, and stopped with a short. He looked up, and saw its huge red
penis extending out of its sheath. He was so aroused that he
raised his head, and sucked on it as hard as he could.

The donkey, obviously trained for this, just stood still as Wilcox
pulled and licked its dick. He sucked for a while, and then the
animal became restless, as his efforts were beginning to take
effect. It began to move its hindquarters in time with his
motions, and was soon driving its huge tool into and out of his
mouth. He held on tightly, until it obviously came into his mouth
with another loud snort.

The animals semen began to drip out of his mouth as he continued
sucking and hoping for his own climax.

Finally, a dirty man walked onto the stage, released his wrists,
and led the donkey off the stage.

The music started, and Wilcox stood up, his immense breasts
hanging down. He began to move to the music, his tits swinging
wildly. The crowd went wild. Suddenly, someone jumped up from the
crowd, opened his trousers, and climbed onto the stage. Wilcox
took him in his mouth, and began licking him hurriedly. The man
from the audience moaned, came in his mouth, and then left the
stage. Then another followed him. The screaming was unbelievable.

Finally, after three others climbed onto the stage, the lights
dimmed, and the curtain closed.

Back on the stage, Wilcox moaned. "I need a fuck". The stage hands
laughed as they grabbed him, put him into a room, and locked it.
"I need a fuck," he kept moaning. The band came onto the stage,
and set up their instruments; and he just sat in the room,
moaning, and waiting for the next show.

"What can I do," thought Joe Wilcox as he sat in the room. "How
could I ever get into such a fix. I wonder if Clinton Crayle ever
had this kind of problem? What can I do to get another fuck?"

In the audience, a shadowy, well dressed woman had watched the
act. She laughed to herself, and walked out of the old movie
house. She turned, and left quietly, carrying a large case
containing a huge amount of raw M/X.


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