I looked into the mirror, and was completely shocked by what I saw. I had long brown hair, four inches longer than my shoulders. It was very full and straight, except the ends which curled up towards my face.

My lips were also full, a light shade of pink. My cheeks glowed with a tinge of rouge. A subtle eyeliner was applied around my eyes, and a hit of color up under my eyebrows, which were now carefully plucked and thinned.

My nose was small and petite now, and the shape of my chin different. And my cheekbones; they really stuck out now, which along with the rouge made my face glowing and feminine. I had to reach up to touch my face, not believing what I saw in the mirror.

"You'll look better with mascara" said the woman, "but the technology doesn't exist yet to make it permanent, like the rest of your makeup."

"Permanent?" I said, stunned that such a thing existed.

"Oh yes, it's all the rage these days. Instead of having to put on makeup every day, you can have it permanently applied, sort of like a tattoo. So you'll always be pretty. Just a few touchups, a little lip gloss perhaps, mascara, a splash of perfume, and you're ready!"

She sounded so enthusiastic about it. But this was terrible! They made my face look like that of a pretty girl! The tears really flowed now.

"You'll find that you're a lot more emotional now, with all the estrogen in your system" she said. "But don't worry, you makeup can't run, since it's permanently on your face!"

This of course made me start to sob even more.

"Tell her the good part" said the nurse.

"Oh yes. Your training. Anyway, as you know your mind has a conscious and a subconscious. Like when you walk, you don't think to lift one foot, move it forward while leaning your weight over to the other foot, then start to put it down toe first, and so on. You just do it! That's your subconscious."

"It you tried to think of what you're doing" said the nurse, "then you'd fall down."

"Right. So some functions in daily life are controlled by your subconscious."

"So?" I said. "What's your point?"

"Oh, such an impatient girl you are Jeanette! I was getting there. Anyway, as you know, you can't *force* someone to think something. They have a mind of their own. But you *can* train the subconscious mind. In time, if you do it right, the things you implant into the subconscious can leak over to the conscious brain."

"And?" I said.

"And we have been reprogramming your subconscious brain ever since you went out like a light. Messages constantly hitting your ears, absorbing into your brain. Certain thoughts seeping into you, until your subconscious is full of them. That along with the high doses of estrogen, which change how your brain works, will slowly alter your thinking."

"I don't get it" I said.

"You will, Jeanette?"

"Who" I said.

"It's your name now. You *are* Jeanette. And your subconscious mind is already making that adjustment. Soon, you won't even have to think, you'll just *know* your female name."

"So you mean..."

"I mean that subconsciously, you'll think like a girl, in many ways that you will soon discover. You will have the subconscious mind of a woman, and the only thing left in you that is remotely male, is the remnants of your conscious mind."

"Why do you tell me this?" I said, upset and in tears again.

"So that you understand what is going on with you. When you look at a man and feel attracted, it will be because in your subconscious, that's what you long for. Or when you see a dress and want to wear it so you can be pretty, it will be because that's how you think now. Yes, your higher brain functions will protest that you're not really a woman, but that will break down in time, once you accept that you're a girl."

"I'm not a girl!" I said. But between my voice, my body, my new name....I knew it was wrong. I bowed my head, beaten.

"You understand Jeanette, don't you?"

I nodded.

* * *

They sent me out into the world, giving me an apartment which was completely furnished, including closets full of women's clothes. I hated putting on a dress, but as soon as I saw myself in the mirror, it would make me feel pretty, and I suddenly loved it. It felt *right*, like I had belonged in it.

This made me so upset. I was so torn inside between what I knew in my mind and what I felt in my heart. One minute I would feel elated about something, the next minute I'd feel completely depressed.

I had no idea why they did this to me, or even who "they" were! I just knew that I had a female body now, and I was employed as a waitress at a small diner, and a maid three nights a week to make enough money to afford the rent.

I fell into my dull routine of daily living. I got used to being stared at by the customers, and found that if I wore something low cut that showed off my new boobs and a miniskirt, I got more money in the tips. So what could I do? I started to dress sexier. And after a while, it became 'normal' for me. If I acted like a man, I'd get no tips. If I acted like a giddy excited girl, I'd get lots of money.

I got *used* to wearing makeup and heels. I got used to having long hair, and keeping it pretty looking. I got used to walking, talking and acting like a woman.

* * *

One day, "they" came back to my house. I immediately recognized the woman from the bar, who had seduced me, and lured me into all of this.

"Who the hell are you, bitch?" I said, putting my hands on my hips in anger.

"My my, very catty. Very good. You sure turned out pretty, didn't you?"

"Tell me what's going on! Why did you do this to me!" I demanded.

"That's why I'm here sugar. Now lets get something to drink, and sit down."

I reluctantly opened a bottle of wine which I pulled from the refrigerator, and poured us both a glass. I sat down on the couch, crossed my legs, and waited to hear what she had to say.

"When you used to be a man, you had been in several relationships with women, right."

"Yes. I loved women. I was a normal *man*, until you people did this to me."

"Correct. And in those relationships, you ended up breaking up with your girlfriend every time."

"Yes" I said. It was true, and I couldn't deny it.

"Why? For example, what happened with Christina?"

How did they know so much about me? I was beginning to realize that I hadn't been just randomly picked. They had some plan from the start.

"Well, we were very attracted to each other at first" I said. "We had a very physical relationship from the start. But over time, we started to argue, and it got worse and worse until we broke up."

"What was a typical argument?" she asked.

"Well, for example I had plans on a Sunday to go visit my buddies and watch some football. But she said that weeks ago she had told me that we were going to drive over to see her aunt and uncle that weekend, and how could I forget her like this? She was so upset at me for wanting to see *my* friends, who I hadn't hung out with in months. And I was upset that she was trying to control my life. That was typical."

"So in other words, her female behavior of wanting closer bonds with her family got in the way of your male behavior of wanting to bond with your friends."

"I guess so" I said.

"What was another argument?"

"Well, she said that if I really loved her, I would marry her. But I wasn't ready yet! If we were going to get married, that would mean that we'd have to move into her house, because my apartment was too small. And I didn't have the money to buy her a ring. And I wasn't ready to settle down yet..."

"So in other words, her female behavior of wanting a commitment from a single partner conflicted with your male behavior of wanting to be free to mate with any available woman you found attractive."

"You sound just like her!" I said.

"That's because I'm a woman. You see, males and females have different behaviors that are innate. And often times, they clash with one another. That's why there are so many troubled relationships."

"You've got that right" I said.

"What a man really wants in a woman is this: someone really hot looking, who will have sex whenever he wants it. But other than when in bed, he wants her to be like him. He wants her to like doing what he likes. He wants her to like his favorite TV shoes, his favorite movies, and so on. The last thing a man really wants is someone who *acts* like a woman."

"So you're saying a man really wants another man, but one with a pussy?"

"Exactly. Or in other words, what a man wants is *you*."

"Me?"

"Yes. You look to all the world like an attractive woman. But inside, you think like a man."

"But they said that they reprogrammed me, and that I would slowly start to think and feel like a woman."

"Jeanette, I hate to break it to you, but they lied. They just said that so you'd be more accepting of your new gender at first. In truth, you are who you've always been."

I didn't know what to think of all this. I was confused.

"But why? Why put me through all of this?" I said.

"We have had you living as a woman for a few months, in order for you to fully adjust. Now that you are used to it, we can move on to the next phase."

"And what is that?" I said, not sure that I wanted to go forward any further.

"Do you know who Michael Burke is?"

"The billionaire football owner?"

"Exactly."

Everyone knew him. He went from rags to riches, building his own business empire. And now that he was super-rich, he bought football teams, private jet planes, mansions...he was living the dream that everyone had: owning it all.

"What about him?" I asked.

"Well, for the past ten years, Mr. Burke has had one girlfriend after another. Some were only after his money, and didn't really love him, so he had to get rid of them. Some wanted relationships with him, but just like you and Christina, the male/female tension broke them up. He has searched for a mate for many years, without success."

I didn't like where this was going.

"And that is where *you* come in. You are going to meet him, start dating him, then marry him."

"Hold on! I'm not dating a man!"

"Yes you are Jeanette. But think of it: you'll have a mate who likes exactly what you do. He will want to see the football game every week, with you there in the luxury box by his side. He will want you to go with him on his golf trip in Florida. He'll want you with him when he plays cards and smokes with his buddies. In other words: you'll get to do everything a man with unlimited money could ever want to do."

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