General RP Down the rabbit hole....(Tina and Snipehunt)

[Tina Louise2]

Andrew was not a happy camper.
His on again, off again girlfriend had chided him for looking like a cross between a missing link and a longshoreman. Granted, he did have a beard that seemed to grow back with alarming speed and a hairy back that razors just couldn't seem to reach.

She had tried without success to go with her to salons but the idea of being treated like a woman repulsed him....Andrew was a man's man and those kind of men simply just didn't go to salons.
It wasn't as if he was a dominant personality---well, not totally anyway---her he wasn't about to placate his girlfriend by going along with her suggestions, no matter how well meaning she tried to make it sound.

It wasn't until one day she gave him an ultimatum.....do something about himself or she would work him over herself. Well, THAT certainly didn't sound good.
Andrew had some blemishes he wanted to see vanish as well, so he went on Google and finally found a dermatologist. He also happened to be a surgeon but he glanced right over it.

One morning he gathered up his nerve and went to the doctor's office, an office in one of the older uptown buildings.
After filling out the usual paperwork, he handed the clipboard back to the receptionist and waited to see the doctor. It wasn't long.

 

[Snipehunt]

Vincent hated his job, simply put. Dermatology was a dull career with very little to interest him, but it was lucrative, far more than any of his other disciplines. But what he wanted most was a chance to really change people, more than plastic surgery or the constant basic referrals for skin conditions… He wanted to make a person perfect.

He had planned to take the day off, until he was surprised by a call for a patient. Sighing, he pulled his coat on and dropped into his desk chair, waiting patiently until his receptionist handed him a clipboard. He read over the paperwork, bored enough to kick his feet onto the hard wooden desk. Another dull procedure… what a waste. “Fine, bring him in.”

The receptionist nodded, and soon enough, the patient would be led down a short corridor, and into the office. It was furnished well with antique furniture made in dark woods, and the wall behind the doctor was heavy with quite a few diplomas. The man seemed quite accomplished for such a simple practice…

The moment Vincent would look up at his new patient, his eyes would widen, sitting up in his chair and smiling at the most perfect blank canvas he’d ever seen. “Has anyone ever told you that you’d make a killer brunette?” He said, before remembering himself and sliding a more serious look on his face. “Are you Andrew? I’m Dr. London, how can I help?”

Picture reference

 

[Tina Louise2]

Andrew was immediately put off with the looks of the doctor....he wasn't sure what to expect but he certainly didn't expect to see a young man with such well seasoned features.
"I'm......not sure, he replied. "my girlfriend thinks I look like a hairy gargantuan and to be honest I have a few skin problems I'd like to have dealt with. We're due to be married soon and I'd like to be the kind of man she finds.....attractive....."

The receptionist came back into the room and led Andrew to a locker room where he was instructed to remove all his clothes.
"Why do I have to strip totally?," he asked.....the receptionist only smiled. "The doctor wants to evaluate you from head to foot," was all the explanation given. Shrugging, he stripped, put his clothes in the locker and put on the paper exam gown. Once back in the surgical suite, he laid on the table.
THe face mask alarmed him but again the girl reassured hum that this was a common procedure and he wouldn't have any reason for alarm. Andrew did think however that this was pretty extensive just for some minor cosmetic work.

He had no idea what was to happen to him......he smelled some kind of gas and tried to move but he was strapped in....soon he was unconscious.

Andrew had no idea what had happened and had no idea how long he had been out. The next thing he knew, he was in a hospital bed in some sort of a recovery room. He had IV lines sticking out of one arm and he could feel bandages all around his head and face, only his eyes visible, and even these felt strange. His arms were strapped down to his sides but his legs were slightly apart. Something was wrong...terribly WRONG.

a petite blonde girl in a nurses uniform came into the room, picked up his chart and made some notations on it.
"Oh, so glad to see you awake," she said in a kind of chirpy tone. "Your eyesight will be a little foggy and you have to remain strapped down so you won't yank off the IV or the bandages.....our Doctor London is excellent....."

Andrew's eyesight was indeed a little off but he did see bumps.....something protruding from beneath the sheet.....no.....NO, it couldn't be.....they couldn't be......"
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO HIM???

The nurse smiled. "Yes," she said, as if reading his mind...."those are your new breasts.....the doctor gave you size 38DD saline implants.....to be honest with you, I'm a little envious.... the bandages need to stay on for a while---afterall, you had major surgeries...."
Andrew was shocked beyond belief. He tried to protest but the bandages kept him silent.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to speak for at least a day or so," she continued....."the doctor plumped your lips a little....he also gave you permanent make up, eye liner and shadow and a permanent wig, the hair itself already implanted into your scalp. You been shaved from head to eis and drugs given to keep you from having any more body hair...."

She pulled back the sheet and nodded her head. Thankfully for him, the biggest bodily change wasn't visible but soon would be once a mirror was brought over.

"UH...there was one more thing done," she said...."I'm not sure how to explain this, so I'll just show you instead...."
The nurse brought over a long mirror on a frame and pulled back the sheet.....there in place of his penis and balls was a vagina.

Andrew let out a gagged scream and passed out from shock.

 

[Snipehunt]

"Oh?" Vincent's eyebrows shot up. "Did she now? That's hardly a nice thing to say to someone..." He mused, looking him over. Though, quite frankly he was looking far past the simple features of his facial hair and what-not, and deeper down to his 'base'. Underneath was exactly the project he'd been dying for...

Watching the two leave, he raised to his feet, quickly moving to prepare himself. A quick order was whispered to the receptionist and soon she dutifully walked away, ensuring none would disturb him as he went down to the surgical suite. Whatever Andrew had initially said had long been forgotten now, as Vincent eagerly went through a new set of plans in his mind. Better plans for a body like that.

Finding Andrew on the table, he grinned to himself and began to unpeel the small gown. A marker was opened, and dotted lines were drawn around his chest, his groin, and various other places. It would be a long, gruesome process, but he had plenty of gas to keep an adult male of his size under for quite some time, and he trusted his receptionist to keep her silence, as well as any potential 'walk-ins' at bay.

Hours passed, and soon, what used to be a hairy young man had been gradually replaced with the curvy body of a woman, each 'improvement' marked by reddened, but neatly done, stitches from where the new part had been attached. There was also a line of thick stitches at the back of their neck, a small lump hiding a mechanical surprise, but that was for later...

Vincent chuckled, brushing a finger at the new hairline of luxurious chestnut hair, before reaching down to finally pull the mask off and begin shaving the last hint of masculine hair from their cheekbones while he waited for the gas to wear off.

 

[Tina Louise2]

Andrew was already mumbling, trying to get out words even as the nurse took off the bandages from his face and head. Something was equally strange with the way his face felt. Once the tubes were pulled from his mouth, Andrew licked his lips.

"Wh.....what the fuck did you guys DO ti ME??," he cried out but was immediately surprised at the sound of his own voice. It was his, yet it wasn't his.....the tone was higher pitched and......feminine???

"You!.......what happened to my......my....cock? my balls????.....I have a....a.....pussy????"
The nurse peeled back the sheets. Yes, he had breasts---real good sized at that, with inch long nipples. His skin was gleaming smooth and totally hairless, the only exception being a landing strip of public fur over the vagina.

Andrew didn't know what to say.....he was speechless. Nothing he signed for on the authorization covered....THIS......he was now a woman....and a very attractive one at that.

"I want to see the doctor immediately!," he cried out......

 

[Snipehunt]

As if by magic, Vincent strode in through the doorway, his lips twitching into a grin as he looked down at the now-awakened patient. Glancing at the nurse, he nodded to her, causing her to bow her head and quickly walk past him out the door. Once the two were alone, the doctor chuckled.

"I see your vocal cords have healed quickly. Most patients take far longer until they can speak again. Good, I like a person who can heal quickly."

He approached the bed, placing a hand on the top of her chest, squeezing it delicately. The skin would be sensitive, he'd ensured to enhance her nerves during the procedure, it'd be a shame to have numb toy... "And how does the rest of you seem to be reacting, hmm...?" He asked, running a gloved finger around the new areolas.

 

[Tina Louise2]

To say the least, Andrew was both petrified and angry.
"You.....you messed with my body!," he cried out, once again remarking about his 'new' voice. "WHY???...I didn't give you permission to do all of.....THIS!....these boobs......you got rid of my penis and gave me a vagina......you re molded my ass......what do you want from MEEEE????"

Andrew began struggling, thrashing about, his breasts jiggling as the doctor put his hands on his patient's tits and gently fondled them.

"LET ME GO!," Andrew yelled...."Get your hands off of ME!"

 

[Snipehunt]

Vincent raised an eyebrow, scarred lips twisting downward before he sighed. "Now, now. I put a lot of effort into your procedure , dear. You could do to show a little more gratitude."

One hand retracted into the confines of his coat pocket, the other still groping and squeezing at her chest. "I knew you'd be beautiful once I got you under my knife, but this is better than I could have dreamed. You make a perfect woman, don't you? Well. Almost perfect... that poor attitude can't be fixed so easily..." he explained, then pulled her nipple between his thumb and finger.

He took a small remote from his pocket. "Now. Are you going to behave for your doctor, or will I need to teach you a lesson?" He said, then waited until she spoke again. If she tried to argue, he wouldn't hesitate to press the button and set off the pain receptors in the back of her neck.

 

[Tina Louise2]

The fear had vanished and only anger and confusion remained. What kind of monster would DO this? he came here for some minor shit and now he's been turned into a.......woman against his will.....the operations were irreversible, once done it was a once way trip. Never in his wildest dreams did Andrew think this could be possible. He didn't even know how to act as a woman.

'He' tried to turn and twist his upper torso away from the hands of the doctor as his nipples were played with.

"LET GO OF ME!," he yelled, thrashing. Whatever kind of 'lessons' the doctor had in mind, he was sure they would be painful.....he had to get loose and escape.

Suddenly the most intense pain he had ever experienced burst through his body like a violation. Andrew shrieked in pain and agony.

 

[Snipehunt]

Vincent watched with a faint frown. He had hoped for a little more excitement from his new thing... but there was no accounting for taste in the general population. "From now on, 'Andrew' is dead. You are now Cynthia, and everything time you fight this, you will be punished according." He said plainly, turning off the pain. "Eventually, you'll thank me for choosing you to turn into my new bride."

His hand slid down, admiring the new curves before he forced the table to shift and spread her bound legs so that he could stroke her new pussy lips. "Now. Tell me your name." He said, deciding to test her. He'd ask multiple times, harming her if she answered Andrew, but stroking his hand across her sex if Cynthia.

 

[Tina Louise2]

The test had begun.
"CYNTHIA??" the patient cried out......"That's not my name!!!....I'm Andrew, Andrew Williams! and what's this shit about me being your....WIFE?"
The more the doctor said, the more Andrew---now Cynthia---detested it---and the doctor as well. It was obvious that the doctor had put something in her body to control her, but what was the extent of his control? what other things could he make her do?

It also became rapidly obvious that 'he' was no longer a male. She had become a woman....a very desirable looking woman at that, but in his head, Cynthia knew and felt the maleness. The doctor had managed to transform her body into a ravishing girl, but his/her mind was still Andrew.

Cynthia stared down as her legs were forced open, her perfectly formed pussy open for display.
"Let go," she replied, trying to close her legs...."Get your hand out of there....."

"I'm.....I'm Andrew!," she replied sharply and suddenly more intense pain, but this time it felt as if her pussy would be torn from her body....HOLY SHIT, the doctor put implants in her vagina as well!!! she screamed in pain.

 

[Snipehunt]

Vincent's amusement drained quickly. "Hmm." He stepped back, removing his hands from the new body entirely as he hefted the small remote in on hand thoughtfully. "How very disappointing." He sighed with a hint of anger. Dutifully his finger pressed the red button at the corner of the device, sending pain signals to a different spot with every touch, every time they spoke their 'old' name.

"This is hardly the first attempt I've made, you know, but unlike those barbaric billionaires that demand I craft them brainless bimbos on demand, I was going to be kind. I thought you'd be grateful to finally be something beautiful, but no..." He ranted, toying with a dial to make each progressive sensation stronger. "Say. Your. Name."

 

[Tina Louise2]

The reluctant patient tried valiantly to utter his name.....ha HAD to, had to keep what was in his mind intact, to save what semblance was possible from the life he previously had.
Every push on the remote sent extremely painful shocks through the body....the nipples, the breasts, the vagina, the ass cheeks, even the lips. The more shocks were given the less willpower remained. The table shook from the thrashing and struggling, almost to the point of becoming convulsions.

"AAAAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!!.....AAAAAAAAH!!!!!"

Shrill screams of pain echoed in the room. Finally he couldn't take anymore torture.....this was the end of anything resembling a 'he'. To keep from being cooked alive, Andrew mentally said goodbye to his former self, never to think of the person laying on the table as himself.

"P-p-p-please," SHE begged....."Pl--please no more torture....I give up.....my name is.....Cynthia....I'm now a woman and belong to you...."

 

[Snipehunt]

The surgery hall’s walls were thick, the likelihood of anyone overhearing a single peep was impossible. Perhaps the receptionist, the only living soul nearby, would hear it faintly… but she was paid far too handsomely to ever consider falling out of line now.

Vincent did not move as he passively watched her body, waiting it out. Only once her new name was spoken did he let go of the setting, switching his thumb over to another button. Now, a low buzz could be felt just behind her new clitoris, as the doctor clicked it to the lowest setting. “Good. Finally seeing sense, I see.” He said, not looking at her as he went to unstrap her arms and legs. Once she was free, there was another button press, and motors came to life and would force her to robotically sit up, climb from the table, and stand stiffly at attention.

“From now on, your name is…?”

 

[Tina Louise2]

'Cynthia' moaned as she felt a different sensation....he had the controls at a low setting, a pleasure setting. Not intense enough to edge her but just enough to remind her who was now in charge. She hated her body, she hated the fact that she had no say in the changes.....she hated the doctor that was now in full and total control of her.

But now something else was happening.
Silently, mysterious impulses began to come to life inside her body. Looking down, she couldn't see anything protruding but she felt it....it was as if she had no control over her movement.....it was as if she was hovering over her body, watching it from outside.
"wh-----what is h-h-happening to me?," she asked as she stared at her torso as her legs----her now beautiful, supple legs---slowly swung off the table and forcing her to stand. She tried to move, to run and escape but her legs refused to go anywhere.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME??" she cried out in astonishment. She found herself standing in front of him, naked, bandages off, her proud breasts jutting out in attention.

"From now on," she stammered...."m-m-m-my name is....Cynthia...."

 

[Snipehunt]

Vincent rolled his eyes at her screams... but, she had done as commanded, however. His finger rolled the dial, causing the buzzing to be joined by similar sensations in her chest.

"I told you, I've improved you. You really should listen better." He tutted, before walking around to examine her from behind. He cupped her ass, both hands kneading and squeezing the cheeks together. The man hummed, looking at the bouncier flesh, examining it for tears or signs of rejection... But no, it was all perfect.

"That is correct. Your name is Cynthia, and you are my bride." He said, patting her rump as he used the remote to move her once again, commanding her silently to bend over and present herself. "How does it feel, being perfected?"

 

[Tina Louise2]

Cynthia trembled shook and wiggled.....it probably looked almost comical, the way he manipulated her new body, sending pleasure sensations to her tits, pain in and around her ass, tingling in her lips.....she felt so humiliated, dancing around totally naked in front of him.

"Pl....please stop," she begged...."it hurts...it....God, make it stop....I'll try but all this is new to me.....I---I I don't know how to be a woman....I don't know what you want from me..."
Cynthia was entirely truthful. She hadn't been a woman for more than a few hours but judging from her new anatomy, she could guess what he planned to do with her, and the thought made her cringe.
She followed him with her eyes, afraid to move as he got behind her....she gave out a yelp as he grabbed hold of her now perfect ass and gave it a squeeze, kneading the globes.

Her body began to move again....once more Cynthia tried as hard as she could not to move, or at least not to go in the direction she was being forced to. She walked like a robot, stiff and totally against her will, as if willpower meant anything to him. She was moving toward a desk.....she approached it and suddenly she felt her arms fling out in front of her. She did her best to forced them back down but it was as if they, like the rest of her body, had a mind of their own, and in a sense, they did.

Cynthia's palms were flat on the desk and she felt her legs moving part.
"OH MY GOD," she cried....."WHAT ARE YOU MAKING ME DO??"
her legs were wide apart, her back slightly arched....both holes were now wide open and accessible.

"Is....is this how you want me?," she asked...."is this how you want to make me your.....your bride?"
It then suddenly dawned on her.....
"I'm gonna be your BRIDE????"

As she was forced to bend over and present both holes she realized with dread this can only mean one thing....he was about to have sex with her but to Cynthia it wouldn't be sex....she was about to be raped.

"P-p-p-please," she begged..."I know what your'e about to do...but...I'm a virgin...."