A Lady No More Ch. 17

                        "A Lady No More"
                                         Ch. 17

                               "Becoming a Woman"

   The receptionist looked as she heard the high heels getting louder coming her way. The very attractive young lady approached wearing a yellow sundress and yellow high heel sandals. Her platinum blond hair lay on her shoulders with flip curls causing it to bounce as well as her breast when she walked. She wore rather seductive makeup for daytime, especially for a place like this.

    "Hi, I'm here to see my son. Marcia Vargos," Missy said looking at the woman.

    The woman requested some identification and noted on her clip board.

    "Mrs. Vargos is still in her counseling session," the woman said looking at the chart. "You may go inside and wait out in the corridor until she is done.

    "That would be fine thank you," Missy said checking her nails. She had just had them done before coming to see Martin.

     The door was unlocked so Missy could go back to the rooms where the patients who were incarcerated by the state for different reasons stayed. When she got to Martin's room the door was closed and locked. She looked through the window.

      Martin was strapped in a chair. His arms and wrist secured to the wooden arms and his ankles to the legs. His head was in a black leather box that was secured to the chair. The inside of the box had air bladders that were inflated to keep him unable to move inside the box. The door of the box was latched and that left Martin unable to see, hear, or speak. The chair kept him sitting up rigidly straight. An ocassional movement of his fingers or toes was all that was noticeable. He was otherwise bound tightly motionless.

     He was wearing blue satin pajamas that were pulled down from the waist so that he was sitting with his bare butt on the chair and white 3" heel furry mules were daintily on his feet. His toenails were red and curling under and then flexing out and spreading in a rhythmic nervous manner. His fingernails were polished red and he seemed tense as one hand was gripping the chair arm and the other his fingers were spread like he was reaching out for something.

     A professional dressed woman looked up and saw Missy at the door. She walked over and spoke through a speaker phone.

      "Hi, I'm Missy, Marcia Vargos's mother," Missy said smiling.

       The woman noticed how young she was, and smiled.

       "You are her step mother I presume? You seem so young"

       "Yes I, well I was married to his father," Missy said without the details.

       "You can come in. I'm Dr. Sadie Baxter," she said unlocking the door. "I am Mrs. Vargos counselor and therapist. I am transitioning her from male to female from a psycological standpoint. She still has about twenty minutes of "Transition Therapy" left before we are done, but I wanted to ask you a couple of questions."

       Missy looked over at Martin sitting strapped in a chair, his head completely secured inside the closed black box. He couldn't move.

       "How long is this therapy session?" Missy said looking at the controlling device.

       "Oh I usually apply this therapy for an hour at a time, sometimes hour and a half. It depends. Helps break down the engrained male traits and resistance from living as a male all his life to this point. Did you know 90% of a males reluctance to be female is what other will think of them?"

     "I did not know that," Missy said seeming genuinely interested and looking at Martin again, "The embarrassment and humiliation they feel are from socially engrained stereotypes as to how people should be. It is all generated by their own minds. There is absolutely nothing wrong with a person being female or becoming female.

       "Oh, I couldn't agree more," Missy said running her finger across the top of the box. Does he know I'm here right now," Missy whispered standing next to him and seeing the leather straps pressing hard into his flesh.

      "Oh don't worry, Mrs. Vargos can't hear us. She's in 100% sensory isolation right now." Sadie said looking over at him also. "No distractions. Makes it easier for him to focus," she said looking back at Missy. 

       "I was just concerned for my son as this has all happened very fast for him. We are still very close you know. I mean he has always shown tendencies to want to dress like a girl, but I thought he was just a closet queen, you know, a transvestite or something, then he goes and marries this man and lives as his wife and dressing as a woman and all, well I was very surprised when I found out. Even then I thought he was just a closet queer that had outed himself, and as his mother I fully support the lifestyle he had chosen." Missy seemed to have no problem embellishing the story, or lying as Martin would call it.

        "Oh I'm sure. We have made a lot of progress with Marcia since she has been here. The months of hormone therapy are causing her some emotional moments as well but I think we may need to hold her a little longer here after the surgeries are done to help her cope with her new gender that is being assigned to her."

         "Assigned?"

         "That is the difference here. Most of the males I deal with are TG and transitioning to female at their own request. They have a deep desire to be physically transformed into women more than anything else. Feel they were born women trapped in a man's body. Mrs. Vargos on the other hand is being assigned a gender change because it was her husbands request. That was upheld by the courts, by request of her late husband's family, and it is the law you know."

     "I understand. His husband only had Marcia best interest at heart. He loved her so much." Missy said

     "Well, even though she looks and lives the part somewhat convincingly righ now, she wants to continue being male. She doesn't want her penis, testicles and sac removed, as the court has ordered, even though with a series of surgeries, we can now give her a very realistic looking vagina in it's place."

         "Oh, I think he will adjust just fine," Missy said. "I mean he was functioning just fine in his role as Lady Vargos before the Baron died, and as I understand his penis was totally disfunctional during that time anyway."

         "Oh, I know he will. Once she understands that this is going to happen and once it's done, she can't grow another one. It's done, and as I said before, there is absolutely nothing wrong with living life as a very very wealthy and attractive woman, who can live as she pleases and have anything she wants." Sadie said looking at her watch.

     "Accept manhood," Missy said with a laugh.

     "For all intents and purposes he is no longer a male. All it is are a few physical adjustments to be made and acceptance. He will be fine after that. "I must ask you to leave now," she said standing, "It is time to finish his session. She will be ready for visitors in a couple of hours after she has a chance to freshen up and regain her composure. It was so nice to meet you Missy."

          Missy left as a male and a female orderlie walked in. The two looked Missy over as she strutted by them with a little more swing than normal and the clicking of her heels.

        "Hi guys," she said as she passed them in a flirty manner and winked at the woman.

        When she was out she watched through the narrow window for a moment as the door on the front of the box was opened. Tubes were removed from his nose and the box was lifted up the pole that was attached to the back of the chair and his head slowly removed. Martin was in tears as he squinted his eyes and looked at the orderlies removing the restraining straps from his arms and legs that held him in the chair. the straps around his chest and waist remained in place.

          Missy saw Dr. Baxter sit down in front of Martin in a chair with her legs crossed and a pleasant look on her face appeared to be counseling, asking him questions or explaining something to him. She had pleasent smile on her face and seemed to console Martin and his tears as he responded to her.

       She then stood up and Martin was unstrapped from the chair, then  slowly assisted to stand by the two orderlies. As he stood, Missy noticed that his pajama bottoms had been pulled down for a reason as a rubber dildo that was attached to the chair seat began to slowly emerge from his rectum. He grimaced as he was forced to slowly stand, the dildo emerging more and more. Finally it slid out standing straight up in the chair revealing it was 10" high.

        "Oh my," Missy said silently to herself with a giggle. 

        "No," she could see Martin struggling very little but obviously reluctant. She couldn't hear what was being said. "I can't do this anymore."

        Dr. Baxter then followed a very much weakened Martin and the orderlies to the hospital bed. The bottoms of his pajamas were pulled off. Martin was placed on the table and strapped down.

        "Stop," he cried without any physical resistance.

        "Mrs. Vargos, please. You know the routine. Now legs up," Baxter said.

         The metal stirrups were pulled up and locked in place and the two orderlies fastened Martin's legs in them. Dr. Baxter then pushed the stirrups wider. Martin's balls and penis hanging with him totally helpless with his legs in the air. She snapped on a pair of rubber gloves. She lubricated his testicles. She then pulled a curtain around them so they were out of view.

          Missy could see nothing now. The room was sound proof. None of the cries of Martin protesting and then receiving the deep testicle massage treatment he was receiving. He had experienced these before he arrived here, but Dr. Baxter was much more thorough and methodical in her approach and did this to him routinely. She took her time and knew exactly where to push and squeeze to cause him the most discomfort, and she would explain to him how this can only be done to males.

        "I can not say that I can relate to what you are experiencing with your testicles right now Mrs. Vargos. I am a female and have never had testicles that could be squeezed like this."

        "Stooop. Owww! Please stop, why do you have to do this to me," Martin sobbed.

        "Oh you can and will continue to take it Mrs. Vargos, and it will all stop once these little male ball sacs are removed, but until then I will make sure you know what it's like to have balls hanging between your legs." she pulled his balls through her fingers quickly.

        "DAMN IT,  YOU CAN'T JUST CUT A MAN'S BALLS OFF." he sobbed "OOWWW!!" he screamed out again at the deep pressure of her thumbs in his left testicle.

       "Balls and penis Mrs. Vargos. Your balls and penis, will both be removed when it's time, and yes we can do this," Dr. Baxter reiterated. "Then a nice new vagina will be surgically constructed for you, but today let's rubber band your testicles for your scheduled visits just for fun. What do you say?"

        His mental anguish, tears, and pleading Dr. Baxter told him were the effects of the female hormones as he was now receiving in heavy dosages that made him very emotional at times. She never felt it was her treatments causing him to have the emotional reactions as her treatments were designed to have him accept and embrace becoming a female, and they were slowly having an effect and working. Some would think the treatment sadistic, but it was effective in having him resign himself to not having balls, if nothing else to stop the treatments of Dr. Baxter.

        

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         Martin stood in the middle of the room awaiting his first visitor since he had arrived several months earlier. He was now dressed and his makeup done as well as his hair in preparation for visitors today. He also stood on a single pole restraint device. Just like the one when he had been out on the veranda. The plate on the floor that he stood on wearing the 6" heels had the chrome pole that disappeared under his dress to and attached dildo that had been attached to the adjustable pole, inserted in his anal opening then raised so the full length of the dildo was inserted. He could do nothing but stand there as his visitors came to see him. 

         Martin stood wearing a bright pink knee length satin dress that had a pleaded skirt and puffed shoulders. The short sleeves and skirt edges all trimmed in elaborate white lace. A row of pearl large 1" buttons went down the center of his back from the base of the high collar to the end of the bodice at his waist. He wore a white petticoat that flared the skirt slightly. His feet were encased in 6" high heel pink sandals with his toenails painted a beautiful True Blue in contrast. Overall he looked very sissy feminine if not a little childish from the design of the dress.

        His hair color had been changed upon arrival as part of his feminization process. To get him accustomed to having these things done even more routinely than before. His now auburn hair was twisted up in the back and pinned in place with two jeweled hair combs on each side of his head.

       He looked beautiful in makeup as hormone treatments had softened his facial features somewhat. He grimaced for a moment as the discomfort was so overwhelming. Not from the high heels he was wearing but from the fact his balls had been separated and tied off tight at the base with leather strips, and rubber bands had been used to wrap tightly around each ball sac. After being wrapped in rubber bands his balls were then were wrapped together tightly with twine allowing only the very bottoms of his balls to bulge in a purplish hue from the bottom.

      He stood as still as possible. Each step would cause extreme discomfort as his balls bumped up and down when he walked. No one could see the devilish ordeal under his skirt, and he was not allowed to speak of it to his guest, which would be arriving soon. He had no idea who was visiting him today, but he knew for sure, he didn't want to see anybody. 

     The door opened an his first visitor was Emily. Emily look at him and how different he now appeared. His makeup was subtle but his lips were a shiny red and his false eyelashes now looked elegant instead of gaudy.

      "Oh Martin, sweetie what have they done to you," she said hurrying over to him.

      Martin groaned as she pressed up to him and hugged him, his balls aching and the pole that was deep in his ass. It was the first time in months Emily had seen him.

       Martin just looked at her. The way he looked at this point was less a humiliation than the way he was being forced to hold his position. The pole was very obvious.

       "I have been trying to see you Martin, but because I wasn't a relative they would not let me visit you," she said looking him over. "I just can't believe they are doing this to you," she said again looking at the pole, "That is so horrible," Emily said softly and becoming emotional.

       Martin lowered his eyes and crossed his arms under the padded bra he was wearing, though he had noticed that there appeared to be some rise in his chest features, but it was so gradual it was hard to tell.

       "This place is pure hell Emily. What kind of hospital forces people to do this. The doctor that comes in every day is a sadistic bitch and enjoys tormenting me mentally and physically for not wanting to be a woman, like it's a perverse behavior, that needs aggressive treatment for resisting. This is totally insane. I they are going to do this to me anyway, why are they tormenting me over it too?"

       "Martin," Emily said a little surprised. "You are not in a hospital honey. It's just a holding medical facility for criminals incarcerated while awaiting trial.  The Mental Ward. You are staying here till the hospital is ready to do your surgery. Actually you are paying for this room, and private security as part of the deal."

       "What? What about the so called psychiatrist that come in here?
       "Well yes, you are suppose to be getting gender counseling to help you adjust to society when you are transformed physically. But the doctors visit you and go back to the hospital. That is my understanding."

        "How did I end up like this?" Martin hissed.

        "Well Dorothy has control of the estate and she thought it would be better to hold you at this women's detention center infirmary than put you in solitary at the men's corrections facility."

         "Dorothy? She did this to me?" Martin looked at Emily. "Tell me Emily when are they going to do his to me?"

         "You mean you don't know?" she asked surprised.

         "They have told me nothing. Just force feeding me how nice everything will be after they are done with me. Are they really going to forceably castrate me?"

         "Yes Martin, I'm afraid so. It's in all the tabloids. They are saying Lady Vargos is to undergo sexual reassignment. The tabloids are also suggesting that you had fought to get this done to honor your late husbands last request. Says you won the case."

         "Oh my god." he said lowering his head. "What?"

        "Yeah, day after tomorrow at 2:00 PM. Martin, you didn't know this? It's all over the news," Emily said looking at him concerned.

          Martin's eyes welled up with tears as he stood there helpless. It was done. The reality of it all was now seeping in. He felt like a wrongfully convicted man facing the gallows because of some wording or phrase in the law that did not allow for common sense to be used. Nobody could be found negligent here as they were all just following the law, and if they didn't do it, well in theory they would be breaking the law. Until that law was changed this would be interpreted this way.

         "Ma'am," a voice over a speaker said softly to Emily in the room, "Time is up for your visit."

          Emily hugged Martin causing him to groan and she kissed him on the lips.

         "I will be here for you Martin. I promise," she said as she walked away.

         It wasn't about ten minutes before the door opened. It was Dorothy. Dorothy was wearing a very smart black skirt and blazer ensemble, white blouse with black high heels. Martin did notice for the first time however there was a Public Crossdresser Permit collar strapped around Dorothy's neck tightly.

        "She wasn't exempt from these brutal and demoralizing laws after all," he thought.

          Dorothy walked in without saying a word looking Martin over and smiling as she did. She then walked around him admiring his predicament. Martin had no good place to put his hands so he had them resting on his hips as he stood there unable to move in any direction. 

         "Hey there fella, how's it going?" Dorothy finally said in a sexy male voice standing in front of him with arms folded below her breast. "My don't you look precious today. Petticoats huh. Nice posture too," she said looking at the pole base.

         "Get away from me," Martin said as he suddenly burst out in tears. The emotional hatred and hopeless sense of being anything other than who they wanted him to be had finally broken him. It was more the hormones he had been given than anything. It seemed like it was everybody against him, from the judges who interpreted the law, down to the young girl that painted his toenails were in lock step and agreement that he, Martin Hastings should be a woman instead of a man, and they were going to correct that little detail for him even over his objections.  

FYI: This chapter is not complete yet and I'm still working on it. Just wanted to post what I had at this time. Look for the completed version soon.