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MISS DIAGNOSED
Jason staggered, his feet falling unevenly on the gravel that lined
the side of the road. The tall, slightly pot-bellied youth paused for a
second, blinking down at the rough ground beneath his feet.
"God - I shouldn't of had that last Boilermaker." The youth said,
slurring his words. Throwing his head back, the tall young man took a
long, deep breath, trying to clear the alcohol-spun cobwebs from his
mind. He looked up and down the lonely rural road he was traversing,
closing one eye for a better view as he looked down the narrow strip of
asphalt lying silent and dark beneath the bright silver glow of the full
spring moon. Seeing no traffic, he staggered across the road.
Jason Masters had only moved up to this sparsely populated rural
area a week ago - but already he'd discover one of the major advantages.
The local bar/hotel/grill sold cheap booze. A little too cheap - Jason,
who had moved because his state of finances made living in the city
impossible, didn't own a car. His new home, a small cabin-like shack
that rented for less than his apartment in New York had, was a good five
miles away from the small town. And the Taxi service in town stopped
running after ten - leaving the youth staggering home in the dark.
Now he pushed aside a few anemic saplings and knelt beside the small
spring he'd seen gushing out of the hillside and into the culvert below.
Scooping up the ice-cold water, he doused himself with it, shivering and
letting out an inadvertent sound as the glacial water trickled down his
spine. Cupping his hands, Jason to several long drinks from the spring.
Had he been from anywhere else but new York, he might have noticed
the odd, metallic taste of the water that he swallowed. But after a life
time of New York City water, it didn't even occur to him - especially in
his state - that the water shouldn't have tasted that way.
Of course, had he not been less then perfectly sober, he might also
have noticed that the spring was emerging from the hillside whose summit
was covered by a sprawling, government-run 'test farm', complete with
Government Issue 'No Trespassing' and warning signs.
And if he had been sober, he probably would remember that there was
no Government run farm between the town and his new home. For that
matter, that - had he actually been on the right road - he should have
reached a bridge over a creek by now, the half-way marker he'd told
himself to remember on the way into town.
But Jason, completely oblivious, merely staggered back to his feet
and continued onward.
In his drunken state, it didn't really register until nearly two
hours later that he'd been walking for way too long - and that nothing
looked even vaguely familiar. He might not have even noticed that if it
hadn't been for the violent cramping in his bowels that had occasioned a
quick run into the woods - for the past while, he'd been feeling
steadily worse. Emerging from the tree-line, disorientated, he'd looked
both ways up and down the road, trying to figure out which way he'd been
heading - and that's when it had sunk in that he was completely and
utterly lost on a dark, moonlit road just slightly to the right of the
middle of nowhere.
"Oh - fuck." Jason muttered, slumping to a seated position on the
gravel and gazing again up the road. "Great - I'm fucking lost." He sat
there, his alcohol-bemused mind trying to come up with a plan of action
- when a fact began to register on him. He blinked - the leaned forward
and patted his back pocket.
"Shit!" He cursed, groping through his other pockets frantically -
what he'd sensed was accurate - he hadn't been sitting on the bulge of
his wallet. In fact, there was no trace of his wallet anywhere.
Jason slumped again, feeling that alcohol-intensified frustration
building. As he sat, stewing, he brought a hand idly to his chest, and
rubbed at his itching pectoral...
..the yanked his way with a stunned look on his face as a strong -
and not unpleasant - sensation ran through his chest.
"What the hell?" Jason exclaimed. His fingers fumbled at the buttons
of the faded denim shirt, finally getting them undone. Pulling the shirt
open, he tugged his gray T-shirt out of his pants and rucked it up to
give himself a view of his chest.
He stared blearily at his chest for a long minute, his mind not
wanting to accept what he was seeing. There was no sign of the usual
carpet of fine black hair that he was used to seeing spread across his
chest. Instead, his skin was smooth and hairless. His nipples were
swollen and projected outwards atop areola that were somewhat larger
than they should be. But as disturbing as the sight was, it was the fact
that the nipples were perched atop swollen nubs of flesh that startled
him the most. The small, semi-conical domes of distended flesh looked
for all the world like a pair of small, A-cup breasts, a resemblance
that was enhanced by the womanly nipples and the lack of chest hair...
...or any body hair, he discovered, looking at his arms. An instant
later, his mind amended the thought - there was still body hair, but it
was so fine and light as to be all but invisible.
Panicked, Jason lowed his jeans and sated in horror at his legs.
They, too, were denuded of hair, like his chest, the skin seemingly like
silk in the bright moonlight. But that wasn't what prompted the sheer
horror in Jason - it was the sight of his considerably shrunken cock and
balls nestled between those silken thighs.
"Fuckin' shit - I'm turning into a girl!" Jason cried, staring at
his shrunken manhood in horrified disbelief. The sound of his own voice
- at a higher pitch then it should be - was almost enough to push him
into hysterics. Hurriedly rising to his feet, he sloppily rearranged his
clothing into some semblance of order, and headed down the road at as
fast a pace as he could manage in a walk, looking frantically for help.
His shirt - now only loosely tucked in - had room to shift with each
step, rubbing against his swollen, sensitized nipples. He was also all
too aware of the strange sensation in his crotch as his smooth legs
moved around a shrunken manhood.
The more hurried movements also drove home another new sensation -
the feel of his hair brushing against his neck. Pausing, he reached up
and felt his usually close-cropped hair with his hands. It was longer,
thicker and silkier, hanging in wavy masses to his jaw-line.
Pulling his hands away from the growing, thickening mass of hair, he
got a good look at them - and stared in open-mouthed disbelief at he
changed configuration, with the slender fingers, dainty wrist and
lengthening fingernails. It was no longer a man's hand, but a
mannish-looking woman's hand - and Jason had the feeling that the
changes had just begun.
"Noooo!" Jason screamed up to the uncaring heavens, and continued
forward, desperate for the sight of a car, or a house - any source of
assistance. He needed help, needed someone to explain to him how - why -
this inexplicable, horrible thing was happening to him.
Glancing down, Jason could see that his shirt was already tented out
noticeably. A small part of his brain insisted in informing him that the
swelling mounds atop his chest appeared to be at least a small, firm
C-cup now. Already he could feel the strange new sensations of his
swelling chest moving as he walked, bouncing and jiggling slightly with
each step. The unfamiliar weight pulling at his chest...
...he was also aware of other continuing changes - the way his pant
were becoming taut over his hips and ass, but loosening over his waist.
The way his shoes were beginning to feel loose on his feet - which only
proved that his feet must be shrinking, becoming more...
...feminine.
"No!" Jason screamed, again. "This isn't happening to me!" The voice
that tried to deny the occurrence only reinforced it - it was now a
recognizably feminine voice, albeit slightly low and husky.
Then the pain hit. Until that moment, the strange changes happening
to his body had been painless, as supple flesh and sinew changed
configuration. But now agony lanced through his body as much more solid
bone and cartilage began to alter, assuming new shapes that they were
never intended to have, much less acquire over the space of a few
endless minutes.
Jason's scream rose in pitch even as it forced its way out of his
altering throat. Collapsing to the ground, he shuddered under the
intense pain that assaulted every nerve ending in his body. Bones in his
feet and hands drew inwards, becoming smaller, as did ones in his
shoulders, ankles, wrists and ribcage. At the same time, his pelvis
wrenched and expanded outward even as it shifted in configuration. His
face seemed to be caught in an invisible vise, bones in his jaw and
cheeks reconfiguring themselves as cartilage in his nose and ears
changed shape.
Pain ran through his bowels as his inner anatomy altered, his
already shrunken genitalia pulling up into his body and assuming new
forms, new characteristics. Pressure at his chest informed him of the
rapid swelling of the tissue there as it swelled out into much larger
domes of firm, feminine flesh tipped with enlarged nipples of a
decidedly feminine nature. Hair blossomed out of his scalp at an
incredible rate, feeling as if somebody were dragging it out by sheer
force. These and thousands of other sensations coursed through his body
as the rate of change accelerated.
His jeans' zipper and button burst asunder under the assault, as did
the buttons on his now taut shirt. At the same time, his right shoe
tumbled off of a dainty new foot too small to hold it in place. A second
later, the other shoe followed suit. Jason barely noticed these minor
things in the wave of agony that held him in it's grip...
...until it suddenly vanished, leaving behind a deep, dull throbbing
ache throughout his entire body, as if he'd spent a night sleeping on a
concrete floor.
Now absolutely, stone cold sober, Jason moaned and stiffly sat up.
"Oh... my... God..." Jason whispered in a high, richly feminine
voice, gazing down in mesmerized horror at the two large, firm tits
thrust proudly from his chest. His shirt hung open, and his once-tight
gray T-shirt was torn apart by the sudden pressure that his swelling
bosom had created, exposing his new endowments to his amazed eyes. They
were firm and full and round, gleaming with the silvery highlights from
the moan, the rich, creamy skin the very essence of feminine abundance.
A small part of his mind pegged them at an amazingly firm DDD or
EEE-cup, tipped by large, frankly feminine nipples that were engorged in
the cool night air.
With the same stunned gaze, he shifted his eyes to his crotch,
exposed where the widening of his hips and expansion of his ass had
popped open the jeans and torn asunder his briefs. The unmistakable
folds of a fully formed - and presumably, fully functional - vagina lay
nestled in the hairless vee between his shapely, firm, feminine thighs.
That was simply too much for Jason to handle. He did the only
sensible thing to do.
He screamed - and passed out.
* * * * * * *
"Noooo!" Jason screamed, struggling against the bonds that held him
- her - in the chair. "Please, don't do this to me! I am not crazy! I'm
a man - my name is Jason..."
"Please - calm down." Dr. Strathern said, soothingly. "When you...
wake up, you'll feel much better, Miss Smith."
Jason struggled some more - but it was a wasted effort. The drug
that would induce the powerful hypnotic trance was already coursing
through her system, and she felt herself slipping away.
She'd been brought to this institution by the hospital> A farmer,
driving down that dirt road, had barely managed to avoid running over
her as she lay, insensate, in the middle of the road. He, quite
naturally, called the ambulance. After she'd awaken in the hospital, and
began 'ranting and raving' that she was a man, the hospital had
transferred her to the care of Dr. Strathern, who had a system he
thought would help cure her of her 'delusions'.
Now, in a deep, silent trance, she helplessly stared at the screen
in front of her, which began to show images as a voice spoke, teaching
her how to be a woman 'again'...
When she awoke, eight hours later, it was in a room in the
institute. Without even having to ask, she knew that the treatment had
been successful - because she now found herself thinking of herself as
'Jessica Smith', a woman. All her old memories were intact, but
overlaying them was a new, feminine personality. She also had memories
of a treadmill that taught her how to walk in high heels, a woman
instructing her on her make up, and other techniques of teaching her the
skills she'd need. She was no Jessie, a woman, inside and out.
Jessie looked at the clothes laying on the bed - and wanted to
scream. The thought of wearing the feminine garments was both abhorrent
and attractive to her divided mind. The programming that had been done
to her couldn't force her to put the clothes on - she could merely spend
the rest of her life nude. But if she did dress, it would have to be in
these clothes - or other clothes that matched her altered form and mind.
Feeling helpless, she slumped to the bed, setting her firm
endowments wobbling. Closing her eyes for a second to give herself
strength, she regretfully gave into her programmed desires, and began to
dress.
The soft material of the black cotton panties slid easily up her
shapely, toned legs, and settled into place around her womanly hips. The
sensation of the cloth against her smooth, feminine crotch felt both
wrong and right to her. Likewise, the sensation of the 'nude' nylons
sliding up her legs was both foreign and familiar - and slightly
arousing as the smooth, negligible material encased her shapely legs,
highlighting their smooth contours and toned musculature. Not only her
programmed 'female' mind thought so - her buried male mentality couldn't
help but admire how good her new legs looked.
Her long, slender finger moved with assurance as they picked up the
plain black bra and put it in place. Though she'd never actually done
this before, she did it expertly, despite the length of her nails. She
fastened the garment in place, feeling it's sturdy construction enclose
her firm tits and push with slight, 'enjoyable' pressure against her
large, thick nipples.
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