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 Here I was in this predicament, powerless to do anything but watch in my
own horror as a total stranger made me look as she saw fit.  Again, the
peircings were done in the same cruel manner as before, but with by far
more pain.  Halfway through the cruel process I fainted.  When I awoke, I
felt the throbbing pain tenfold of what I had experienced before.  I
thought I was going to die from the pain.  A few days passed and the pain
lessened.  Sarah told me," A few more days and the pain will be completely
gone and we will continue with your transformation." She left the room and
I was able to get out of bed as best I could.  The ballet slippers were
still on my feet, the shorter corset still cruelly crushing my waist, and
all the peircings that she had done to me were now in plain view.  At least
I could sit up and view the modifications.  A few moments later, a knock at
the door, Sarah came back in with a box filled with different clothing
items.  She unlocked the slippers from my feet, undid my corset, and told
me to stand.  The pain in my feet was incredible.  The removed a new corset
from the box and put it around me and attached it loosely.  Next were
stockings that were attached to the corset.  Black and the silkiest I had
ever felt.  After this came the shoes.  They were of the same design as the
ballet slippers, but these had a heel attached to them.  They must have
been at least eight inches tall.  I noticed a loop attached to the shoe
between the arch and the heel.  I knew what was next.  Sarah told me to
stand and follow her to the next room.  In these shoes, I knew there was no
escape so I complied.  In that room there were mirrors on all of the walls
so that I may have a full view of what was happening to me.  Sarah had me
stand in the center of the room as usual, She ran a bar through the loops
in the shoes, and attached the bar to the floor.  The same process for my
wrists was performed and then she told me what was going to happen now. 
With a smirk on her face, Sarah said,"Now we begin the next part of the
transformation.  The corset that is around you will further your progress,
you will experience a pain that may be intolerable.  I will show you some
mercy this time by letting you pass out till I am through with this part.
The corset that is around you now is smaller than the first.  It also has a
small pipe stem to it.  This will enhance the waistline by making it
longer. You will see in the next few hours." She turned and walked to the
corner of the room and returned with a cable that attached to a winch.  She
hooked this to the lace on the left side of the corset.  She repeated the
same procedure to the right side.  I was petrified.  I asked her," Sarah
how much smaller is this one?" She turned to me and just smiled.  A moment
later she said," Fifteen inches with a two inch stem." She went over to a
control panel on the wall and pressed the button.  She said,"I'll be back
in a few hours to release you.  Enjoy." As the door closed behind her, the
motors started to do their job.  Very slowly I felt the pressure increase.
The winches must have reductors on them, because this part was so slow.  I
watched in the mirror as they turned.  I did notice a difference in this
room from the others; there was a clock on the wall.  It was ten o'clock. I
used the clock as a point of distraction from the pain that was to come. 
The first half-hour, the laces tightened to the point that the corset was
now snug all around me.  I thought that if the whole process were like
this, I would be fine.  I was wrong.  In the next half-hour, the motors did
what they were supposed to.  My waist was slowly being crushed and the pain
was increasing.  I looked in the mirror again, and saw what was really in
store for me.  There must have been ten inches between the ends of the
corset still.  The sound of the motors changed, and I saw and felt the
result of that.  The corset was becoming increasingly smaller and at a
rapid rate now.  In the next fifteen minutes the distance between the
opening in the corset had been cut in half.  The pain was incredible.  I
watched in horror as it was closed the rest of the way, forcing myself to
stay conscious.  I felt like dying.  I couldn't breath and the pain,
someone help me!  Things got dark and I passed out.  I awoke and the pain
returned.  I looked up at the clock and it was two o'clock now.  Four hours
is all that it took to break me.  I started to cry.  As I cried, Sarah
returned.  She stood there for a moment just looking at me.  She came
around me and attached a metal band around my waist, and screwed it shut.
Then, she walked over to the control panel and released the winches.  She
detached the cables from the laces, tied the laces off, and then released
the metal band.  She released the tension on my wrists and they dropped to
my sides being completely numb.  I also could not feel my legs.  I wobbled
and almost fell, but the bar that ran through the shoes stopped me from
falling.  I regained my balance as best I could and she released the bar.
Numbness and pain was all I was.  She then led me back to my room, sat me
down, removed the shoes and replaced them with the slippers, then laid me
down on the bed.  Sarah said," You look beautiful my dear.  Just rest
today, I will check on you in a bit." Even though I was in pain, sleep came
easy.
   The next morning I awoke and felt completely numb.  Sarah was already in
my room just watching me.  Sarah said,"Good morning Buttercup, How are we
today?" All that came out was "numb".  She said, " that will pass as you
get used to the corset.  Time to get out of bed.  We have more to do today,
you'll see." She swung my legs out and removed the slippers.  She told me
to go ahead and stretch my feet for a moment.  After that she produced a
pair of shoes with a six inch heel, with ankle straps and locks.  She put
them on my feet and told me to follow her to the breakfast room.  We ate in
silence.  I only finished about a third of my meal do to the pressure from
the corset.  She then led me to another room and sat me down.  Sarah then
told me what was to happen next.  "The collar that you are wearing will be
replaced by this." She held up another collar that was at least two inches
longer than the one I was wearing.  "This will lengthen your neck and make
it slimmer too.  A lady must have a slender and graceful neck like a swan."
We will return to the room that we were in yesterday and this will be
attached.  I asked her if I may look at it more closely before she put it
on me.  She handed me the next piece of my demise.  It was made of thick
rubber like the corset and laced in back.  This collar was at least an inch
and a half smaller around than what I was wearing.  The fear of suffocation
swam inside my mind as I held the collar.  She told me it was time and I
complied.  I sat in a chair that had been put in the room.  It had
restraints on the back and the armrests.  She attached these to me and
removed the collar.  My neck felt so loose as if my head would fall to one
side or the other.  She put the new collar around my neck, carefully pinned
my hair up and started to tighten the collar.  She got as tight as she
could by hand.  She then picked up a device that was on a tray behind the
chair.  She attached the laces and I heard a whirring sound.  Suddenly the
collar became tighter and I felt like my head was being pulled off my neck.
Five minutes later, the motors had done their job and I could barely
breath. She removed the attachment and tied off the laces.  I couldn't move
my head at all.  She then stood aside and told me to look at myself in the
mirror.  What I saw was amazing.  My waist was tiny, my neck looked so long
like a swan's.  I found this strangely appealing for some reason.  Maybe I
could learn to like this.  The rest of the day was spent learning how to
walk in the shoes, corset and collar.  I could feel the sway that was
caused by what I wore.  Nighttime came and to bed I went.  I had such
strange dreams that night.  Dreams of old fashioned clothes and modern
eroticism. When I woke the next morning the pain that I had felt the day
before had lessened.  This was a relief.  Sarah was there when I woke and
said, " good morning Buttercup, did you sleep well?" Today, we have more to
do.  Today we work on your posture.  We worked all day on this.  Walking
around in room full of furniture.  This made maneuvering all the more
difficult.  The furniture was placed closely together and made a maze
through the room.  My feet were getting used to the shoes now which made
this part tolerable.  For the next two weeks, this was our daily routine.
This morning when I woke Sarah told me of the next steps.  " We will return
to the corset room for a new corset and a new collar.  I wondered to
myself, could this get any worse?  Sarah put the shoes with the loops on my
feet and took me to the room.  She opened the box that was on the tray and
showed me what was to be attached.  The corset was again black rubber but
looked much different.  There was much more boning and it looked a lot
smaller.  I asked," how much smaller is this one?" Sarah replied," Fourteen
inches and a four inch stem." She loosened the laces on my corset slowly. I
felt like all the muscles in my chest and waist had been removed.  She
stood back for a moment so that I may view myself in the mirror.  My waist
had already started to retain the shape that the corset forced me into.  I
was amazed by this.  She said," see, I told you that you would thank me."
She then put the corset around me, closed the busk and pulled the slack out
of the laces.  Then came the cables she attached to the laces to pull the
corset closed.  I stood there watching the winches do their job as the
corset was closed around my now tiny waist.  This time the pain was by far
less and the process took all of thirty minutes.  The next part was not
easy.  The collar that she pulled from the box was far smaller and longer
than the one I now wore.  She removed the collar and I felt as if my head
was to fall from my shoulders.  She put my chin in a sling that hung from
the ceiling to support my head for the fitting of the new collar.  She
attached the collar and began the process.  I could feel the muscles in my
neck being pulled while my throat was compressed into its new form.  This
was a painful process but I bore the pain regardless.  When Sarah was done
I stood in front of the mirror to view myself.  I looked like something out
of a bondage magazine.  I was amazing.  I slowly turned around to face
Sarah, then I walked up to her and gave her a big hug.  She was shocked by
this and stepped back.  I asked her, "what's wrong, did I upset you?" She
replied, " I just didn't expect that kind of response from you, you caught
me off guard.  You see, I thought that you hated me for what I have done to
you." I told her," at first I did hate you, with all my heart and soul. 
You have violated everything that is precious to me.  The past couple of
weeks though, I have accepted these things and I have to admit, I've grown
to like the way you are making me look and feel.  I feel like the ugly
duckling that has grown into the swan, and it's all due to you." Sarah
smiled and looked at me with a look that only a mother could give.  She
said, " I have grown to think of you not as a project, but like a daughter
that I could never have.  I asked her, " How much further can we go with
this change?  Can we enhance what you have already done to me?" Sarah stood
back with a scared but intrigued look in her eyes.  She then asked, " how
far do you want to go?" I thought for a moment and replied, " All the way!"
Sarah said, "O.K., we will go as far as you want, but it won't be easy, or
painless.  Let's go downstairs and I will explain all of it to you in
detail.  Then you can make your decision if you really want to proceed."
   Sarah and I went to the kitchen and made tea.  We then went to the
sitting room for " the talk".  Sarah began to tell me what we could do.  "
If you really want to do this there will be great sacrifices on your part.
As far as your waist is concerned, we can reduce that even more but it
requires surgery.  The doctor will remove four of your ribs, part of your
intestines and relocate some of your organs into the upper part of your
torso.  This is a complicated and dangerous process.  Your recovery time
will be long and it is irreversible.  You will have to wear a corset the
rest of your life and have someone there to help you with bathing and
changing clothes.  Children will also be out of the question due to the
modifications.  What do you think so far?" I said, " That is fine with me.
What else is there that we can do?" She then described the neck procedure:"
Your neck can be lengthened if you would like.  I know of a specialist that
can insert additional vertebrae in you neck.  Again, this has a long
recovery process and is dangerous.  You will have to always wear the collar
after that because your muscles will not be able to support the additional
length." I said, " Great, let's do it all!" Sarah had a very concerned look
when I asked if we could do anything else.  She hesitated to respond.  She
took my hand and asked me, " Are you sure?" I told her, " Yes I want to do
it all." Sarah then told me of the next procedure, to lengthen my legs: "I
know of a procedure that a doctor performs for injuries dealing with bone
loss.  He clones bone material and inserts it where the damage occurred. 
The procedure is time consuming and a long and very painful recovery time.
If you choose to do this, I will be there by your side the whole time, my
daughter." I thought about it only for a moment before I said, " make the
calls, I want to do all of this.  If you will be with me, I want it all,
mother." At that point I saw a tear well up in Sarah's eyes like a mother
that was proud of her daughter.  Sarah said, " I will make the calls now,
but it is time for you to rest." I went up to my bedroom, laid down on my
bed and quickly fell asleep with dreams of what I would look like when all
of this was through.  A truly erotic woman, with all of the attributes that
men crave, and a grace that they would kill for. The next morning Sarah
woke me and said, " Time to get up.  We need to get you dressed to see the
doctors." My smile could have lit up the world.  We went to the dressing
room and there were three boxes on the table.  Sarah helped me get dressed.
First off, a satin corset and collar, designed the same as what I was
wearing.  Next came the shoes, then she produced the most beautiful dress
that I have ever seen.  Made of velvet and lace, high-necked so it covered
the collar but a keyhole cutout for cleavage, fitted for my waist and slit
up the side to the top of my thigh.  We left Sarah's house and drove into
the city to see the first of many doctors.  All went well with the exams to
determine what they could do.  The specialist for my waist told me we could
make a twelve and a half-inch waist with a six inch stem.  I was delighted.
The next doctor told me we could elongate my neck three inches.  The icing
on the cake was my third doctor.  He told me that we could lengthen my legs
by ten inches, making me six foot-tall after surgery.  I grabbed Sarah and
gave her a long heart felt hug that only a daughter could give.  When I let
go of her, she had tears of joy in her eyes that only a mother could have.
The first doctor scheduled me for the next morning for my surgery.  I
checked into the hospital that evening.  The next few days are a blur since
they kept me drugged up so I would sleep.  When the doctor came in to check
up on me, I asked how far he went.  He said, " I removed six ribs and broke
and reset six more.  The pain in your chest will be there for a while.  I
was already in a corset in bed and from what I could see, my waist was
minute.  Two weeks later I was at home with Sarah.  Two months later I was
in the hospital again, this time for my neck surgery.  When I woke, I was
completely immobilized.  The doctor came in and gave me the good news. 
"All went perfect," he said.  "We added three vertebrae to your neck,
lengthening it by five inches.  eYour therapy starts tomorrow.  This went
on for four weeks.  It was so painful but worth it.  The big day came when
I returned to the hospital for the leg surgery.  I can't remember anything
about the first two weeks in recovery.  When I saw the doctor, he told me,
" Everything went great!  When you go home you will be sixteen inches
taller.  Your therapy starts today.  I was in shock!  " I thought you could
only do twelve inches, how do you do it?" " It was easy, your muscle
structure allowed me the extra size." Sarah leaned over and gave me a kiss
on the cheek and said, " I love you Buttercup." That brought tears to my
eyes. The past year has brought me nothing but joy.  Sarah is as far I am
concerned, my mother and I am her daughter.  I owe her everything and she
is ever so proud of me.  I am her perfect erotic female.  I now stand six
feet seven inches without shoes, we figured that by deducting the height of
the heel of the shoes since I can no longer stand flat footed.  The
standard height of my heels is seven inches and ballet shoes are now a joy
to wear.  It is truly erotic for me to be able to put my hands around my
waist and interlock my fingers around it.  My measurements are 38dd-12-38
with the stem being eight inches, and I owe it all to Sarah, my mother.  I
am now looking for a daughter of my own to transform into the swan.  Do you
know any body who would be interested?