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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:A Matter of Design Pts 5-6 (TG)
Date: Fri,  5 Jan 2001 09:10:05 -0500
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.
   Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you will be offended by 
such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete file.  
Otherwise ....enjoy!

Distribute freely if you wish but, please, not to minors

A Matter of Design.

by Nessus
(Part 5)

I woke up screaming. For a moment, I had thought again it had been a bad 
dream, that I was still Paul Groves, until I opened my eyes fully and looked 
down. That's when I screamed. A nurse rushed in and, assuming I had suffered 
a nightmare, comforted me.
A few moments later, Barbara walked in. "Thank you, nurse," she said and 
watched the nurse leave the room. When the door closed, she spoke," No one 
else here knows your old story." I noticed she said "old" instead of true. 
"Let's keep it that way. Now," she smiled, "let me show you to the bathroom 
and our first lessons can begin.
I noticed the IV's were gone, with just some plaster on the inside of my 
elbows to show where they'd been. Barbara helped me out of bed and guided me 
to the private bathroom. As she steadied me, I stared at myself in the full 
length mirror. Slightly shorter than Barbara, I had a full mouth, wide blue 
eyes and high cheeks bones. My face was beautiful. Involuntarily, my eyes 
wandered down to my large breasts, wide hips and the sparse blonde pubic 
hair between my long legs. Barbara's dark hand on my arm accentuated the 
whiteness of my skin.
"Not too bad, eh?" Barbara said kindly.
"No," I mumbled. "I suppose not."
Doctor Munro pointed at the toilet. "Sit," she commanded." And do what comes 
naturally."
I did and Barbara showed me how important it was to wipe properly and showed 
me how to wash myself thoroughly in the shower. When she had finished the 
instructions, I jumped into the shower and started soaping myself. As I 
shampooed my long hair, I found myself thinking I would have loved to soak 
in a bath but the shower was nice. I was surprised, As Paul, I hated baths 
as a waste of valuable time.
After conditioning my hair, I washed off, towelled myself dry and wrapped a 
towel into a turban around my hair.
Barbara handed me a robe and I slipped into it.
The realisation of my simple actions hit me. "Barbara," I asked suddenly, 
pointing at the turban. "How did I do that?"
She led me in to the bedroom and gestured for me to sit on the bed. I did, 
making sure the robe was closed properly.
"You must remember," she began, "that Doctor Winston planned to use your 
body herself. She had all ready created a layer of basic female memories, 
patterns, rhythms and habits as the basic foundation for her transference 
process."
"So female stuff is all ready in my head?"
Barbara laughed. "That's one way of putting it."
"I see. In the shower, I found myself wishing for a bath instead of a 
shower. Is that another thing from my head?"
"Probably. Nothing like soaking in a hot luxurious bath. Anyway, a lot of 
what you need to know is there, " she pointed at my head. "We just have to 
make sure it fits with you and that you understand. Have you thought of a 
name?" she asked suddenly. I shook my head. "I have."
"What?"
"Lucy. Lucy Paul."
"Lucy," I said softly, listening to the sound of it. "It's nice."
"Okay Lucy," Barbara said, opening a drawer, "let's introduce you to the 
practical side of women's underwear." Smiling, she produced a white bra and 
panties.
Standing, I dropped the robe and stepped into the panties and slipped the 
bra on. Surprisingly, my fingers connected the straps behind me without a 
problem. Startled, I looked at Barbara. "Those little things will become 
part of your life soon. Don't worry. Now, sit and we'll dry your hair."
I sat in front of the mirror and watched my breasts rise and fall in the 
white lace bra while Barbara used the hair dryer. A tiny voice inside me 
protested that, as a man, I shouldn't be dressed in women's lacy underwear, 
that I must look ridiculous. The truth was that I felt comfortable in the 
lingerie and the bra certainly made my large breasts more comfortable. I 
also knew, intuitively,  I didn't look ridiculous. If the old Paul Groves 
could see me as I was now, I knew it would have an instant erection. I 
smiled at the thought.
"There," said Barbara. "Nice and simple." She had brushed my long hair 
straight back over my shoulders and down my back in a loose pony-tail, held 
with a simple green scrunch. "You'll have to take a lot of care with your 
hair if you're going to keep it long. "Now," she said, handing me a 
lipstick," let's see if your mind remembers other things."
I took the lipstick and slid it open and, before I knew it, was quickly 
applying it to my lips. Looking around the table, I picked up some blusher 
and lightly applied it to my cheeks and a hint of eye make-up to make my 
eyes wider. As I blotted my lips Barbara started at the reflection. "Wow," 
she said and I blushed. Wonder flowed through me. How did I do that?
She picked a simple white dress from the wardrobe and handed it to me. I 
slipped it over my head, careful not to get make-up on it and flicked my 
hair out. Simple white sandals followed. Twirling in front of the mirror, I 
critically looked at myself. The tiny voice in mind said  this wasn't right, 
against the laws of nature but I still liked what I saw.
So did Barbara. "Lucy," she said, putting an arm around me as we stared at 
the reflection, "you are beautiful. I'm jealous". Barbara produced a pill 
and a paper cup of water. "Take your vitamin and we'll go down to cafeteria 
for breakfast."
Swallowing the pill, I followed Barbara out the door and into the corridor. 
A feeling of apprehension swept over me and I faltered, stomach churning, 
but suddenly as the feeling came it passed and I felt quite calm and serene.
Barbara waited, looking cool and in control in her dark blue suit and cream 
blouse, smiling at me and taking my hand. "You'll be fine," she whispered, 
dropping my hand as we walked down the hall, my dress rustling around me. 
The actual act of walking was strange with my centre of gravity changed and 
my breasts in my peripheral vision.
A young man in a white uniform passed us. "Good morning Doctor Munro," he 
said, his eyes travelling over me.
"Hi Don." As we moved a few steps further on, Barbara whispered out of the 
side of her mouth. "I bet he's giving you the once over. Can you feel it?"
"Yes," I answered truthfully.
"Don't look back," she warned. "Unless you're interested," she teased.
"Barbara!" I hissed. "Don't!"
The cafeteria was busy, full of staff and patients alike. Sunlight streamed 
in from large windows that overlooked the rolling ocean. A buzz of 
conversation, people laughing and the clink of plates and utensils filled 
the room.
Barbara grabbed a tray and lined up and I quickly followed suit. "Fruit, 
juice and cereal," Barbara instructed. "Coffee as well, if you like." 
Nodding, I placed some muesli and fresh fruit on the tray and moved with 
Barbara to the drinks section.
"Good morning, Doctor Munro," a tall dark man behind the counter called, 
glancing at me.
"Hi Bob," answered Barbara. "Bob, this is Lucy. She's with us for a little 
time."
"Hello Lucy," he smiled, eyes starting at my breasts, lingering on my face 
and moving back to my breasts. God, I thought, was I that obvious when I was 
Paul?
"Hello, Bob," I said shyly.
"Juice and coffee for me, Bob," Barbara requested.
While Bob was pouring, he glanced at me and my breasts again. "What would 
you like, Lucy?"
"Juice and a cup of tea, please."
"Tea," he smiled. "You must be British?"
I glanced at Barbara. As Paul, I had never liked tea and preferred coffee.
Barbara quickly jumped in. "Ah, Bob, that's a mystery to keep you on your 
toes. Have a good day," she said, picking up her tray and moving away.
"You too, Doctor. And you as well, Lucy," he smiled as I followed Barbara, 
knowing he was probably watching me walk.
"Get used to it, girl," Barbara said as she sipped a juice, her white teeth 
shining in her beautiful dark face.
"What?"
"Come on. It always happens. Breasts first, then legs, a short glance at the 
face and back again to the breasts. It's the way of the world. Man's world."
"I wonder if I was that obvious. As Paul, I mean."
"I never met Paul but he was a man. Pretty horny one, I hear." I lowered my 
eyes and took a spoonful of muesli. "So, my guess is he would have been far 
worse than Bob. Bob's a nice guy, harmless, friendly and cheerful. He's one 
of the few men that I've seen that smiles almost as much as a woman. He is, 
however, a guy. A guy," she emphasised. "You should remember how guys act."
I did and wanted to change the subject. "This must be very exclusive to have 
a view like that," I said, motioning towards the windows." "Barbara nodded. 
"How long will I be here? Where do I go from here?"
"I want you here for a minimum two weeks as I want you to be here when you 
experience your first menstruation." I blushed and Barbara smiled gently. 
"Something else  to get used to. After that," she said, looking away for a 
moment, "well, we'll just have to wait and see. Now, eat your breakfast."

(Part 6)

After breakfast, I had a complete physical examination from Barbara, a 
unique experience and so different from Paul's quick stops at the doctor 
when he had an ache or a virus. This was intense and embarrassing. When I 
complained, Barbara became annoyed. "Stop whining," she said crossly, "this 
is necessary. Imagine what it would be like if I were a man."
I looked at her, framed by my legs in the stirrups. "Worse?" I said softly 
and she started to laugh.
"You believe it, Lucy. But we girls have to keep our health." She stood up. 
"Okay, sit up and we'll start the guided tour."
For the rest of the morning, I received detailed instructions, almost a 
users guide to my new body. I was curious, embarrassed to show my ignorance 
(and I was truly ignorant as I found) and absorbed in the implications.
I quickly came to appreciate Barbara's earthy way of expressing herself and 
her honesty. In a few short hours it was like we had been buddies for years 
and years.
Once or twice I couldn't remember something and Barbara became cross again. 
Once, she put her hands on her hips as her dark eyes glared at me. "How many 
woman did you have sex with?" she snapped.
Obviously, she meant as Paul. "I can't remember," I mumbled, looking away 
and flicking my hair.
"A lot, though," she prodded.
"I guess." I looked to the side, trying to avoid her gaze.
"Did you ever consider the woman or was it all for you?" she sneered.
That hurt and a few distant memories rushed across my mind. "No, never," I 
admitted. Then, suddenly,  I burst into tears, rocked by the memory of what 
I had been, what I had done and by the new reality of what I had become. 
Barbara silently gave me a tissue and I snuffled into it. "I was terrible, 
Barbara. And I've just realised it. I used a lot of people."
"And they probably used you, Lucy," she said softly.
"And I can't get used to this crying at the slightest thing."
Barbara nodded.  " We women are emotional. It's actually good therapy. Men 
should try it."
"I guess I am trying it," I said pushing the tissue up my sleeve.
Barbara watched me do it in fascination. "Yes," she said slowly, "I guess 
you are. Anyway," she said with false brightness, "back to work."
We worked through until lunch. Barbara produced a small hamper of sandwiches 
and we walked through the gardens to find a spot to picnic. It was wonderful 
to be outside in the sun, wind blowing my hair and my dress as we walked 
through the lush and beautiful gardens.
We found a bench and I stared out onto the rolling ocean below us. "This is 
so beautiful," I sighed. "So wonderful."
"Yes," said Barbara and I suddenly realised she was staring at me. "You are, 
you know," she said seriously. "You've handled this so well."
"Apart from screaming every time I wake."
"That's not bad. It could be worse."
"Try to kill myself?" I asked and she nodded slightly. "I'm not the type."
"That's what I mean. You've handled this well."
"I have no choice," I said.
"Yes, I know that but I don't think I could have handled this happening to 
me as well as you have."
"I'm sure you could," I said and patted her hand. Suddenly frozen, I looked 
at my white fingers on her black arm.
"Don't worry, Lucy," Barbara said softly. "It's simply a very female 
gesture. We females like to touch." She licked her red lips and I felt drawn 
into her dark eyes.
After a moment, I pulled back. "Tell me Doctor," I said gaily," do you spend 
this much time with all your patients?"
Barbara slowly selected a sandwich. "No," she said, "only those that have 
changed gender overnight."
"Oh," I said, "all of those patients," and we both laughed. For the rest of 
the lunch we enjoyed the sun and talked about simple things, colours of 
flowers, the sea and the beach.
That afternoon, I was introduced to the body movement and gender guidance 
counsellors. They had been advised that I had suffered a traumatic incident 
and had lost or confused my gender identities and were there to guide me on 
the little things.
By little things, I mean how to sit properly, how to walk, how to throw a 
ball and all the other moves that would indelibly identify me as female. A 
lot, so they told me, I was all ready unconsciously doing and they were 
convinced it was because my real identity was surfacing. Little did they 
know.
It occurred to me that, even after just one day awake, my real identity was 
slipping away. And  I was coldly watching that identity die.
I did learn a lot though, an incredible amount really. I also learnt 
something about myself. One of the counsellors was a forty something male 
with a ginger beard. During the session I discovered that a smile from me 
aimed directly at him had interesting results. His chest swelled, he gave a 
little grin and he obviously felt good about himself. Amazing, a smile 
bolsters self esteem in the urban male. Perhaps, I thought l sarcastically 
to myself, I could write a paper on it an become a doctor like Barbara.
The last session for the day was a brief one with a fitness instructor who 
ran through the right food groups and the correct amount of exercise as well 
as an exercise program. The hospital had a fully equipped gymnasium and I 
could use it anytime I wanted to.
Dinner was a light meal in the cafeteria alone. I hadn't seen Barbara since 
lunch but I assumed she had a lot of patients and work to attend to so I 
headed for the cafeteria for a quite meal on my own.
It didn't work out that way. As soon as I lined up, a young man asked if he 
could help me. I smiled, shook my head and moved on. Bob was eating at a 
table and when he saw me, rushed over to offer help with my tray.
"Lucy," he implored, taking my tray in one quick movement, "sit with me. 
I've just finished my shift. Please?" he smiled. I was trapped and I had 
just learnt how much stronger a male was. He just took the tray from me 
without the slightest effort. Damn it, I have to work out more!
Sitting down, I started on my meal while Bob moved things around on his tray 
and the silence dragged on. At last, Bob spoke. "So," he said, "you're 
British?"
"British?" I said, surprised. "I beg your pardon?"
"See," he said, smiling broadly. "You are. You just said a British thing."
It didn't matter what Barbara said, this man was a moron. "I'm sorry," I 
said coolly," a British thing?"
He was really laughing now and that really annoyed me. "Lucy, you sound like 
a Shakespearian actress or something."
That shocked me. I was saying things differently. Maybe he was right. How 
was I to know? Thankfully, we had an interruption.
"Bob, how's it going?" A males voice cut it and a familiar looking man stood 
next to the table, smiling down at me.
"Oh, hi Don," a sullen Bob answered.
"Well, Bob," said Don, smiling broadly at me, "introduce me."
"Yeah. This is Lucy."
"Hello Lucy." Eyes to my breasts, up to my face and down to my breasts 
again. How predictable. "I'm Don. I saw you in the corridor this morning 
with Doctor Munro."
"Really? Nice to meet you," I said, smiled, and went back to my meal. Don 
appeared crestfallen while Bob smirked.
"Okay guys, " a female voice broke in. "Let the lady eat in peace. On your 
way." Both guys quickly moved away and I turned to see a plump redhead woman 
of about forty and dressed in the pink uniform of the female cafeteria 
staff, a trolley full of dirty plates next to her. She smiled at me and I 
quickly returned the smile. "You looked like you wanted out."
"I did, " said softly. "Thanks."
"Not a problem. What's your name?"
"Lucy," I replied without hesitation.
"Cheryl. Nice to meet ya."
"You too." I smiled warmly. "Thanks."
"Thought you'd be used to all this attention, honey, with your looks."
"You don't get used to it, Cheryl. I'm just sick of them looking at my tits 
all the time."
Cheryl laugh loudly. "Honey, that's life. You'd hate it without `em. Nice to 
meet you." She pushed her trolley away. The sisterhood was amazing. Females 
assisted each other, understood each other via minute signals and had a body 
language all of their own. When I get back to being male, this information 
is going to be invaluable.
What, I said to myself, get back? It can't happen. Wake up.
Maybe it can. There must be someone on Winston's staff that assist.
Remember, Barbara said there was no hope.
You believe that? Hang on, maybe you want to believe that? Are you enjoying 
being a woman?
Shut up, I said mentally. Shut the fuck up!
Furious with myself, I swept the remains in the meal in to the garbage and, 
walking swiftly past  a lingering Don, I made it to my room.
I found a note from Barbara to take my vitamin. On the bed was a small 
package. Without hesitation I took the vitamin as I always felt better after 
wards. Quickly, I opened the package and found a pale blue silk lace teddy 
and matching panties. The note from Barbara said: For a special girl whom I 
admire.  A tear came to my eye and I wiped it away. How nice and how 
thoughtful.
Slowly, I laid the teddy and panties out on my pillow and stared at them. 
They were beautiful but I shouldn't want to wear them, an internal  voice 
said, you're a man. I glanced in the mirror. I didn't look like a man and I 
did want to wear them.
Tired from the days activities, I spent the next hour getting ready for bed.
Without hesitation, I slipped into the gift from Barbara and preened in 
front of the mirror. I knew that if the old Paul could see me now, he just 
wouldn't get an erection, I knew for a fact he would cum!
Smiling at that, I leapt into bed, read a magazine for while and then 
sleepily and flicked the light off.
In the darkness, the voices took over, arguing about right and wrong, girls 
versus boy. Luckily I was just too tired and I fell into a deep sleep.


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