With a normal patient, she would have worked with him to slightly alter the memory, to a healthy one where the girl had been open to his advances, making it a 'normal' encounter. She would have built up from there, a foundation of a healthy attitude.

Over time, with continuing sessions, he would begin to lose interest in control of a helpless partner, and would move on to a socially acceptable style.

But Jason was not a normal patient. It was not enough to cure him. No: he needed more than curing. He needed to be taught a lesson. She needed to do more than to change him for the better; she needed to change him so that *he* would experience the pain the she and the others had gone through.

"You're with Missy now, in her room. What does she do next?" said Jean.

"She takes off her dress" said Jason, in his trance.

"Then what do you do?"

"I take off my clothes" he replied.

"Good. And that what happens?"

"She says she wants to stop. She pushes me away. She says she's scared."

This was the moment. The critical point, which Jean needed to change in his mind.

"No Jason, she didn't. She took the dress, and handed it to you. Then she told you to put it on. You were scared, but you couldn't disobey her."

"No..." he said, denying it. A common first reaction.

"Think Jason! Don't you remember how exciting it felt to put on a dress for the first time? Don't you remember how she rewarded you for obeying her by kissing you?"

"She kissed me..." he mumbled. Patients in a trance were very susceptible to persuasion. That was why doctors needed to have such high ethics. Jean's suggestions were starting to sink in now.

"Missy made you wear the dress, and kissed you. She told you that you looked very pretty. And you *felt* pretty, didn't you?"

"I felt pretty" mumbled Jason.

"She started to call you 'Jill', and you like it, having a girl's name. When you wear a dress, you become Jill."

"...Jill..." said Jason.

"Yes Jason, you are Jill when you're a girl. You feel pretty, and you are obedient to women. It *excites* you to obey and serve them, because you want to be just like them. You wish that you were a real girl, just like Missy. Don't you wish you were a girl?"

Over the next three days, Jean put Jason through a dozen such sessions, to re-enforce the memories, and add new ones. She planted memories of follow-on sessions with Missy, and told him that he could only get excited now, when he wore panties and a bra. She told him how he was so jealous of women, and how he longed to have breasts like they did.

She planted firm memories in his head, but as with ones from such early incidents in a person's life, they wouldn't be in the forefront. They would be there, but he wouldn't really notice unless something made him think of those days specifically. He wouldn't even notice the change!

And the drug induced daze he had been in would make it impossible to know that he had been with Jean for these past few days. She put a bra and panties on him before dressing him, and helping him back into the car. She took him to the alley behind his apartment, and pushed him unceremoniously out of the seat. He would sleep it off next to the dumpster, and wake up in the morning to begin a new phase of his life.

* * *

Jason woke up with a pounding headache. He looked around and realized that he was behind his apartment. He went up the steps, opened the double lock with his key, and went in. He needed a drink. Or two.

After pouring himself a shot of Jack Daniels, he decided to take a shower. As he undressed, he was horrified to find out that he was wearing a bra under his shirt! He couldn't remember where he had been the last day, and didn't even realize that it had been a full *three* days since he could last remember.

He rushed to tear off the bra, but he was surprised to find that it *excited* him so much. He looked in the mirror, and saw the red lines still on his shoulders where the straps had been.

Jason undid his belt, then slid off his jeans. As he reached down to pull off his boxers, and jumped back when he discovered that he was wearing red silky panties. No! He would never to that! He ripped them off, and threw them into the trash can, along with the bra.

He took his shower, shaved, and got dressed. He decided to take out the garbage right away, to get rid of those *female* garments. But when he picked up the trash can and looked at them, he froze. He grew excited just looking at them. He took them, and stuffed them under his mattress where nobody would see them. His heart pounded. He could never let anyone know that he wore them. Or that he *liked* it.

He decided to go down to the bar, and get another drink to take this ugly incident off his mind.

At O'Leary's Pub, he ordered a beer. He looked around to scope out the chicks at the bar. A woman walked in, and sat down beside him.

"Hand me that ashtray?" she said.

Jason didn't smoke, and hated the smell of it. His first reaction was to tell her to buzz off. But as he saw her long hair and her ample bosom he found himself reaching over for the glass ashtray, and setting it beside her.

It gave him such a rush to do that for her. Why? What was so special about this one? She wasn't even particularly pretty. He glanced down at her breasts again, and he felt completely inadequate, with his flat chest.

"I wish I was like her" he thought.

What the hell? He had to get away from this chick. He stood up, and went to the men's room. When he came back, he scoped out an empty table, and sat there instead.

As Jason guzzled his beer, he wondered what the hell was wrong with him. Ever since his blackout, things had been strange. Like now: he was looking at the back of this chick sitting at the bar. He could clearly see the outline of her bra under her blouse, and it was turning him on to think about it. But not because it was on her; he was thinking of the feeling he got when *he* had worn one. He almost felt like going home to put it on now.

He looked to the door, and gaped as he saw this really hot red haired chick walk in. She wore a tight black leather miniskirt, boots up to her knees, and a tiny top that left her bellybutton exposed. As she walked to the bar, he could see part of a tattoo that ran down her back, the bottom disappearing under the miniskirt. That alone made him want to take it off her.

But he had to admit that he also wanted to take it off her for another reason: to wear it. He imagined himself feeling the tightness of the skirt around him, holding him in, flaring out at the sides. He imagined what it would feel like to be *surrounded* by a tight skirt.

As he stared at her skirt, it started to get closer and closer. She was coming towards him! He looked up and saw her breasts almost hanging out of her skimpy top.

"Hello there" she said.

"H...Hi" he replied. He wasn't nervous and shy around women normally! What was it about her that had him so scared now?

"Now tell me, honestly: what do you think of my skirt?"

"I...I want to wear it" he blurted out in a whisper, kicking himself for saying it. It made her grin from ear to ear though, and he knew that he couldn't refuse her anyway. Just looking into her eyes, he realized that he would do anything that she asked. He felt such a deep driving inner desire to please her!

"Finish your beer. Come with me" she said.

Jason gulped down the last of it, and followed her out the door. She motioned him to get into her car, which he quickly did.

"Now we have some privacy" she said. "So, you want to wear my skirt, do you?"

Jason looked down, but the word "yes" came out from his mouth.

"When you put on your bra and panties, what is your *female* name?" she said.

"Jill" he replied. The name was such a turn-on. But how could it be his name? He had a vague memory somewhere of using that name before. It was on the edge of his mind, but he couldn't quite recall. But he didn't have time to probe deep within; this woman wanted something from him now.

"Jill. Very feminine. You'll do nicely."

With that, she started the car, and sped off down the road.

Ten minutes later, the woman led Jason by the hand, into her house. It was very nicely decorated, with a strong feminine touch. Flowers in vases in every room, bright colors in the large framed prints of impressionistic artists on the walls, the furniture and the floor rugs coordinated, photos of girlfriend's babies in frames on the bookcase, and a million other touches that a *man* would never notice, but a woman would.

"Sit" she said. Jason quickly obeyed.

"I see that you are very obedient. That is excellent; I won't have to break you. It will be much less painless if you simply accept your new place in life. I am going to turn you into a woman. You are going to be Jill from now on. When I am done with you Jill, there won't be a trace of maleness within that pretty little head of yours."

Jason was stunned. Turn him into a woman? That sounded grotesque! It was shocking and horrifying. He wanted to get up and run away, but there were two problems. First of all; she had told him to sit, it he found it very hard to even think of disobeying her. And secondly, he had never gotten so hard before in all his life. He was aroused and excited. He looked up to her with eyes like a deer in the headlights, frozen, not knowing what to do.

Jason's transformation into Jill was about to begin.

* * *

An hour later, Jason found himself shivering in the cold, his body hair removed, the scented oils she had rubbed on wafting up to his nose, along with the foreign smell of the nail polish on the long fake fingernails she had applied with super glue. She was only allowing him to wear panties and a bra right now, and he held very still as she worked on painting his toenails. The cold gave him goose bumps, and the excitement of it all gave him shivers.

"Hold still Jill, you're as jittery as a little schoolgirl on her first date" she said, which didn't have a very calming effect on him.

Before showering, she had 'relieved' him by rubbing his manhood until he came on his pants. She then threw them out, saying that they were too dirty now. She ripped up his shirt too, and it soon joined his underwear, shoes and socks in the trash too.

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