I was in too much of a shock to really absorb all that she had said. I mindlessly showered, shaved my legs and my armpits. I washed my new breasts, and was amazed at how the felt, how sensitive to the touch certain areas were, and how the newly enlarged nipples felt when I rubbed them. I got really hard, and had to "relieve myself". I couldn't believe that my very own chest was giving me sexual arousal. I was turned on by my own tits!

After the shower, I dried off and put on my clothes. It took a couple of tries to get the stupid bra to hook up, and then I found that I had the wrong hook into the wrong loop! I had to get it off, and do it again. How do chicks do it?

I felt the tug of weight on the straps, as the cups supported my new breasts. I'd never get used to this. I felt again like I was going to cry. I put on my skirt and my blouse, and gaped at myself. If you couldn't see all my face, you'd swear I was a chick. No!

"How's it going in there Mona?" asked Sarah.

"I'm almost ready" I said, as she opened the door and walked in.

"Oh look at you! You're so pretty! Come on, lets get some makeup on you, then we can go to breakfast."

She brushed my hair, and applied the makeup to my face. I gaped at the transformation. Instead of a tangled mat of hair, it now looked pretty and full. My face also looked so different in makeup. I could not believe how my eyes looked with liner, mascara, and shadow.

"You'll learn how to do all this soon" she said, as she led me by the hand to the cafeteria after I pulled on my pumps, teetering a bit with the new stance I had to use in these shoes.

I had to admit that I was starving, so I carefully walked with her. I almost tipped over a time or two, but she was there to catch me. Normally, my heart would have been racing from holding the hand of a knockout woman like Sarah. But instead, with my new tits, I lost any urges I might have felt towards her at the moment.

When we arrived, there were a few of the men there, and more arriving. They were all in the same boat as I was; they had big breasts, long hair, and were wearing makeup and dresses for the first time. I had to admit that some of them looked really good, and I was actually a bit jealous of them, or of the ones who had bigger breasts that I did.

I recoiled at the thought. Why should I be jealous of that? They must hate it as much as I do. But when I looked at one of them, who had at least DD cups, then looked down at my C's, I felt somewhat inadequate.

When I looked at the 'sisters' who accompanied the men, all of them knockouts, I also felt a sudden rush of inadequacy as well. They were all so pretty! Look at them. Their faces, their curves, they way they walked.

We ate, and chatted a bit. When we went back to the room to brush out teeth, I asked Sarah something.

"You said that they altered my mind when I was out. I don't feel anything different. What did they do to me?"

"Men and women think completely differently" she said, "so while you're a man, you won't even be able to notice the slightest difference. If you were able to think like a woman, then you'd be able to sense what has changed. It is something at an emotional level that you can't even begin to comprehend."

"I see" I said, using the mouthwash. I noticed my lipstick got on the glass. I'd have to freshen it up.

"Women's brains are also wired differently than men's. Some of these connections will grow in your brain over time, but it is a slow process. You won't even notice anything, it is so gradual. But one day, once all the connections are in place, it will be like rebooting a computer after upgrading the software."

"But I don't want to lose my mind!"

"You won't lose anything. We're just upgrading the software. It will all be there. You. Don't worry honey."

I was plenty worried.

* * *

The days were filled from morning to night. We had classes. We had exercises. We were trained how to walk, how to talk, how to dress, put on makeup, put together an outfit, and a million other details I won't bore you with.

Sarah was always there with me, helping me, encouraging me. I gauged my progress, based on the other men who were there. Some of us moved at a different pace than others. There was one who was getting worse and worse. His name was Susan.

Susan one day refused to do an exercise that the instructor requested.

"Susan, I'll ask you one more time. Please show us your walk."

"No" said Susan, visibly upset.

The teacher pushed a button on her desk. Three security guards were there in seconds. She pointed to Susan.

"Protocol 3 violation" she said.

The guards dragged Susan away kicking and screaming.

* * *

It was three days later that we next saw Susan. She had changed, dramatically. We were in the same classroom with the teacher, and Susan was actually *volunteering* to do things. And 'she' was very chatty now. And 'she' even did one thing I couldn't believe.

A guard came in to check if everything was all right in the class. They did that from time to time to show their presence. As soon as he came in the room, Susan was *flirting* with him.

"So there stud, why don't you come visit me tonight? I'm in room 215."

"Its against the rules" he said.

"Oh, won't that make it all the more fun?" asked Susan, practically throwing herself at him.

He turned his back and walked away.

"He's coming to see me tonight" she whispered in my ear. "He wants me!"

What had happened? They did something to him, and now he was some sort of sex starved woman. We all looked at each other. By the end of the day, every man in the place knew what had happened to Susan. We all vowed not to get out of line, so they wouldn't do that to us!

* * *

One day, I asked Sarah a question.

"Sarah, when I first came here, they said I was going to go on estrogen. When are they going to give it to us?"

"Why?" she asked. "Do you want to go on it?"

"I don't know, I was just wondering"

She looked hurt.

"what's the matter? Did I say something wrong?" I asked. "I'm sorry."

Now she smiled.

"I was just testing something. You're starting to gain empathy, which is a wonderful feminine trait. A man doesn't care if he hurts someone's feelings. But you do care. You're coming along nicely. You're far enough into phase III that I can let you in on a little secret."

"What's that?" I whispered. I just loved gossip.

"They started you on it the moment you arrived here." she said.

"But they said I got my first bit of estrogen when they grew my breasts. They said they'd put us on it."

"In a way they did. You know how there are now birth control patches you can use, instead of pills?"

"Yes" I said. I had seen the commercials.

"Well, we use the same technology in your clothes here. Your bra straps, your stockings, the cuffs on your blouses. They all come back from the cleaners with an absorbable does in them. The more you wear the clothes, the more hormones you get. But now that you know, you can start to take pills. Its cheaper, and you're not going to object, are you?"

"Of course not" I said. In fact, I had asked her because I was curious. I sort of wanted to try it, to see what it would do to me. I was too far gone now. I had begun to accept my fate. Perhaps it was that I was getting used to having breasts, long hair, wearing dresses, wearing makeup, all that. But deep within myself, I was starting to get in touch with my emotions! They had been there all along, but I didn't have the capacity to detect them. Now they were getting closer, almost within reach. I needed to explore. And I thought perhaps the hormones might help me in my quest of self-discovery.

"Good. we'll get you on the pills today. Both pure estrogen, and birth control pills. They'll actually help your boobs grow out some more. You want that, don't you. I've seen how you look at the other girls."

It was true. Even from the first day, something inside me was jealous of women who were more 'well endowed' than I. It was one more incentive for me. I nodded and smiled at Sarah.

"You notice how your skin has become softer since you arrived here? That is an effect of the hormones."

"I thought it was the skin cream you gave me to use at night. Did it contain..."

"...yes! Another source to get it into your body. Also notice how you're starting to get curves? It isn't very noticeable yet, but I bet that soon you'll need to get resized for your new proportions."

That was true too. I had wondered why I was losing weight in my waist (from the diet and all the workouts), but my hips and butt didn't seem to be reducing. If anything, my hips felt wider. But my thinning waist was starting to give me the classic 'hourglass' figure I wanted. I *wanted*! I hadn't realize how much I had changed inside until this moment.

"Do you remember when I first walked in your door? You wanted me, didn't you" said Sarah.

"Oh yes!" I said.

"You wanted to have sex with me. For the first few weeks, if you weren't so freaked out about having boobs, you'd have jumped me."

I had to nod.

"But now?"

"You're like my sister. My friend."

"And you don't get hard much anymore, do you?"

It was true. I didn't get aroused much anymore.

"What's it like?" I asked, looking up at her.

"What's what like?" she said, grinning back.

"Being a girl. A *real* girl?"

"It's wonderful. But you'll find out for yourself soon enough."

"But how? I have this useless thing between my legs. It doesn't even function like it should for a man, and it doesn't 'go in' like yours...."

"Patience my dear."

"Can't they just cut it off?"

"Patience. You'll get something better. Trust me."

* * *

I emersed myself in my classes now. I worked hard, even on the little free time they gave us. I wanted to feel what she felt. I didn't know what I was searching for, but I kept at it.

At the same time, I sometimes felt like partying. I hoped they'd bring in some champagne or wine for us soon. I hadn't had a drink in such a long time, I really felt like I needed one. Yes, that had been what got me into trouble in the first place, but I'd be careful this time.

* * *

It was a day like any other when it happened. I was in the middle of the dance class, doing the fancy steps. I was wearing my leotard, with white leggings. I felt a little wetness going down my leg, like I had just peed a bit or something. But when I looked down, it was a dark red color. I excused myself and ran to the infirmary.

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