"Oh thank you doctor! I *so* much want to have boobs. I wish I could have them now!"

"I understand dear. Just take your pills, put on your cream, and in time, you'll have your wish."

* * *

Every day, I would look in the mirror, hoping to see some improvement. But for the longest time, there was nothing. But one day, it looked to me like there was just a little bit of swelling. Was it my imagination? I don't know, but I kept looking.

The change was so gradual that it was almost as if one day I looked, and there they were: breasts beginning to bud and swell on my chest! I had dreams at night of waking up with full D cups, but I'd wake up to my tiny ones. But at least it was progress!

One day that my bra was too tight on me with my falsies. My real breasts were swelling enough that there wasn't room in the bra for the falsies too! I was *so* excited. I went to get an A cup bra, and threw my falsies into the trash. I was a real girl now, with breasts of my own.

* * *

I had lost track of time. Was I here a year? Six months? Two years? I didn't really know, but it didn't really matter. I was actually enjoying my life now. My laser hair treatments were complete, and I didn't have to shave my face or chest anymore. My breasts were getting fuller and larger. I was up to a B cup, and I could feel my bra starting to get tight. I was so excited that I'd be moving up to a C cup soon.

And then there was my hair. It was getting longer all the time. I was using an herbal shampoo that was supposed to stimulate the scalp into growing hair faster. It was getting down to almost shoulder length, and I was happy that there was so much more I could do with it now. I wanted it to get about another six inches longer though. That would be ideal for me.

When I went to the spa, they were doing some special treatments on me to help me with my face. It was starting to look more feminine now. The special medicine they gave me at the infirmary for my Adam's apple was also working; it was getting less and less noticeable. At this rate, I'd soon have a very feminine face.

* * *

There were always so many girls coming and going that I sometimes felt lost. Other than Karla, I really didn't have any real friends. I never saw that Wendy again, but there were so many girls here, how could you tell? I wondered why I didn't have any close friends in my sorority, but it didn't really bother me. I had too much to do to think about that.

On the day I got my D cup bra, I had to find Karla to show off my new sundress with the low v-neck that let you see my glorious cleavage. I found her reading a Jane Austin book, under a tree in the main lawn area.

"Karla, notice anything different today?"

"Why Melissa! Look at you! You've got bangs now! What a cute haircut."

"Oh Karla, only a real girl would see that. No, I meant this" I said, jutting out my chest so that even she would see it.

"And you've got cleavage! Wow. I remember back when you were flat chested."

"It seems like a dream. I can hardly remember that time. It almost feels like I've been this way for a long time..."

"I told you that this is what you were meant to be."

"You're right. I was meant to be this. That's why I wanted to tell you. I'm going to do it."

"Do it?" she said curiously.

"I'm going to sign up for the operation. I'm going to have them cut it off, and make me a real woman."

Karla just gave me a blank stare.

"What to you mean?" she said.

"I'm going to tell them to operate on me. Cut it off. Clip me. You know..."

"I don't understand Melissa. You had that done months ago."

I was stunned. Months ago? No way! But I felt down between my legs, and oh my god! It was gone! I *was* a woman. How could I not know this? I felt dizzy, and had to sit down.

"When....how...." I stammered.

"You were operated on months ago. You've been a woman for quite some time. Don't you remember?"

"No" I said weakly. "I....my mind...."

"Melissa, come with me" she said, and walked with me hand in hand to the building I had lived in when I had first arrived. We sat down at a table. A woman in a business suit sat down with us.

"When you first arrived here, you resisted the idea of going on female hormones, and growing your own real breasts. But now, they're your pride and joy. Can you explain this?" she said.

"I don't know. I don't remember..." I said.

"And you had your sex change operation months ago, but you didn't even notice" said Karla. "How is that possible?"

"I....I..." I started to cry. I was *so* upset.

"I can explain" said the woman.

I looked up, wiping off the tears. I hoped I hadn't ruined my makeup.

"Mind control" she said.

It took a few seconds to register.

"From when you first arrived here, you were bombarded with chemicals. They are in the food you eat, the water you drink, the perfume you wear. We apply a mist to your pillow that makes you enter a deep sleep, so we can do things to you at night. You don't even here the constantly playing tapes, giving you subliminal messages."

"We apply so many things to your body, from when you first enter here, that you had no chance" said the other woman. "They bring slight, subtle changes, which require a long time. But we have a secret weapon. Something which works much faster. Something that makes you turn into a woman. Something that makes you *want* to be a woman."

"Its the spa" said Karla. "When you're there, we apply our most advanced mind control techniques, to erase you, and implant your new personality. Your new desires, like your desire for breasts. Or for men. Just like Wendy warned you. We had to remove her. She was a danger to us, knowing what she did."

"But you never really noticed, did you?" said the woman. "We fixed your mind so that it wouldn't be an issue for you either."

"From the first time you entered the spa, we began to alter your mind. To mold it, shape it, feminize it, control it, make it what we want it to be."

"My mind?" I said.

"Well, it's not really yours anymore. Its more *ours* than yours. You don't even really know who you are anymore, do you?"

"Of course I do! I'm Melissa!" I said. Duh!

"Who were you before you came here?" asked Karla.

"I've *always* been Melissa. What's wrong with you?" I asked. How could I be someone else?

"what if you were a man?" asked the woman.

"A man? Ew! That's sick."

They looked at each other.

"You don't want to be a man. But what about sex with a man?"

"I'm a woman" I said. "Of course I want sex with a man, but you deny us that pleasure here."

They smiled.

"And of course, you have your problem" said the woman.

"Your nymphomania" added Karla helpfully.

"You have a constant need for sex, don't you? You want it one man after the other. You'd love to do it 24 hours a day, and beg for more!"

"Yes!" I said. "But you don't allow men here. Its driving me crazy!"

"What if we could fix all that for you?" asked the woman.

"How?" I said.

"We'll take you to a place where you can have all the sex you want. All day, every day. Men will pay for you, and line up like cattle. If you want to, you can work 20 hours a day. Its all up to you."

"Really?" I said excitedly. The thought of having constant sex aroused me so much!

Karla smiled.

"Melissa, I hate to see a woman like you held back. Sign here, and we'll release you to your new Madam. She'll take you to her brothel, where you can start right away."

"Oh thank you so much!" I said, now crying tears of joy. "You are making my dream come true!" I said, signing the papers.

"You see, while you were at the spa, we used several techniques to alter your mind. That's why it seemed to fly by: you weren't aware for most of it. And when you left, your new feminine thoughts were dominant in your mind. You *wanted* to become what you are now. You just had to. That's what we put into your mind. We made you an empty-minded nymphomaniac woman."

I looked up at her. I didn't understand what she was saying.

"Look, I can't understand all that technical mumbo-jumbo" I said. "You sound like a man talking all about technology and stuff. Oh, by the way, I like your lipstick shade. That one is new for you isn't it? Is that Lancome?"

The two women turned to each other and laughed.

Karla smiled at me, hugged me, and gave me a kiss on the cheek for good luck.

"Goodbye Melissa." she said.

"Goodbye Karla. Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome dear. I'm afraid that soon you'll forget me too though. Your mind has been reprogrammed to forget people quickly. Soon, all you'll know is constant sex, and the lust for more and more. Your female sex drive is all that will fill your mind. As soon as the first man enters you, all this will be a blur too. So I can tell you that it has been a joy molding you into the sex slave that you are now."

I smiled. I didn't understand what she was saying, but it sounded so sweet. I could only think of all the sex I was about to have!

"You are the ideal sex kitten. You have no mind, and have been molded into what we want you to be. You've made yourself into the image of your desires when you were a male, so part of you knows what men really want. You don't have ovaries, so you don't get pregnant. You don't have periods, so you can work every day. And you are not even a person as far as the world is concerned. They think you're dead. So we can keep all the money you earn, giving you just enough to eat, and new clothes to wear. What do you think of all that?"

"When can I start?" I said. This talking was boring. I was eager to get going! I needed to make love, and couldn't bear to wait any longer.

* * *

(three months later)

I washed myself up down there, and wiped off the wet spot on the bed. I hated having to put some clothes back on, but for some reason the men seemed to like it better if I stripped, rather than starting naked.

I sprayed on a little more perfume, fixed my makeup, and pushed the button to let them know that I was ready for the next customer. I had worked the last twelve hours, but I felt more of a need to make love, then I did for food. I sometimes wished that they could just line up, so I wouldn't have to even get off my back. Get on off, and let the next one mount me.

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