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Subject: TG: "Melissa's Change" (Chem Surg Pedo?)

Date: Tue, 8 Nov 94 19:53:14 -0500

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Melissa's Change

by Ron L.

Miss Sarah Lawrence stood at the bottom of the stairs leading to

the entrance to the local museum. She was counting heads as a

troop of girls, aged 15 and 16, traipsed up to the museum. As head

mistress of the `Holly Preparatory School for Girls', it was one of

her functions to keep track of all girls in her charge. She took

her job seriously.

The Holly school was a very exclusive school for girls from wealthy

parents. The parents of these sweet young misses would not want

their darlings lost or misplaced.

Prior to Miss Lawrence assuming leadership, the school had very

serious discipline problems when under the leadership of the former

head, a Mr Ted Foster. But once Sarah became the head, some nine

months earlier, the reputation of the school had grown and none of

the former problems had returned.

Sarah counted only 14 heads and she was becoming concerned when she

heard the clatter of a pair of girls shoes on the hard brick

walkway down the hall. Around the near corner came running the

missing student, her skirts fluttering from the effort to catch up

with the others. Her hair was bouncing in the breeze as she ran up

the stairs towards Sarah.

Miss Lawrence smiled as she watched Miss Melissa Tucker try to

catch up with her fellow students. Melissa was one of the

brightest and prettiest students at the school, but she was a

relatively new student and still needed to learn the school's

routine.

As Melissa climbed the steps to where Miss Lawrence stood, one

could tell that she was winded and flushed. Other than that, she

looked much like the other girls already in the museum. She wore

the standard school uniform of a white cotton blouse, short checked

skirt, nylons and 2" heeled slippers. Her hair, a dark brown, was

straight and of longer than shoulder length. It had two clips, one

on each side, to keep her hair out of her face. The face was very

pretty with a hint of makeup and with no visible blemishes.

Melissa was about 5'5" high and weighed slightly over 110 pounds.

"I'm sorry that I'm late, Miss Lawrence, but I still have

difficulty with these shoes," Melissa explained in a soft soprano

voice. Sarah could tell that Melissa was trembling slightly in

concern about the consequences of her tardiness. Everyone knew

that Sarah Lawrence ran a tight ship and would not allow discipline

to wane.

But this time she smiled at Melissa and told her to hurry on to her

class, but not to let it happen again. Relief was registered on

Melissa's face at the reprise because she knew that she had gotten

off light.

"Thank you, Miss Lawrence," Melissa said as she hurriedly continued

to climb the steps to her class, "I'll make sure that it doesn't

happen again." At the top of the stairs, Sarah watched as Melissa

turned a corner. Her skirts waving back and forth. From the lower

angle, Sarah saw that Melissa was wearing a white slip under her

outer clothes and for an instant, she caught a glimpse of Melissa's

blue panties.

With a slight smile on her lips, she turned her back on the steps

and returned to the museum entrance to await the completion of the

tour. As she sat in her chair, she began to think back to a year

earlier when she wasn't the head mistress and things weren't going

so well for her. Leaning back in her chair, she started to

reconstruct the events that lead to her assuming her present

position.

One year earlier, Sarah Lawrence was one of the instructors at

Holly school and the Head was a Ted Foster. Ted was a slightly

built college graduate who thought that his education meant that

he knew better than anyone else about how to run a school for

girls. His arrogance had alienated most of the teachers who were

all women. In addition, the teachers though that it was somewhat

presumptuous for a man to be assigned as head of a school for

girls on his first assignment. After all, what did he know about

girls and how to relate to their needs and problems. The

instructors felt that the head of the school should have been

chosen from their ranks. The final insult was to choose a

freshly graduated male with a Phd in Psychology and Education.

From the moment that Ted first showed up, he and Sarah had butted

heads. They were always at odds about some aspect on how the

school should be run. More often than not, Sarah's position

proved correct. But this constant in fighting between faculty

and Ted proved disastrous as far as maintaining discipline

amongst the girls. All in all, it was a horrible way to run a

school.

As Sarah daydreamed, her mind went to the time when she and Ted

had their final confrontation. She couldn't remember the exact

situation or its cause, but it had to do with methods for

punishing a student for some minor infraction.

Sarah remembered telling Ted that he couldn't punish the student

as he intended because the girl wouldn't respond to that type of

treatment. Ted rebutted that his schooling had taught him to

react in certain ways in this situation and that was what he was

going to do.

His response infuriated Sarah to the point that she made the

fateful statement that he knew nothing about girls and he

wouldn't and couldn't until he had walked in their shoes. A Phd

in Psychology didn't prepare a man to know how a 16 year old girl

thinks and it never would. He, of course, disagreed with her and

a stalemate ensued.

Sarah remembered how, as she argued the issue with Ted, an idea

came into her head. `If he could walk in their shoes'... On the

spur of the moment, she made him a proposal. One to resolve the

impasse.

"Listen Ted, I'll make you a deal," she stated, "You place

yourself in my hands over the summer holidays and if you haven't

changed your mind by start of school, I'll quit and I promise

that all of the other instructors will give in and let you run

the school as you wish."

His response was to ask what she got out of it. She stated that

if at the end of three months he had changed his thinking towards

her way of doing things, he would make her Assistant Head of the

school.

"What will happen over the summer to attempt to change my

opinions?" he asked. "Nothing much," she answered, " All you

will have to do is attend a special school which will teach you

the thinking process of teenage girls."

"I'm 25 years old and practically all schooled out. I'm not sure

I want to spend vacation taking more schooling," he responded.

"Take it or leave it," was her only answer.

Reluctantly Ted agreed to Sarah's proposition since it seemed

like the best method of getting rid of her and resolving his

leadership role. Besides, he didn't believe ther was anything

that he could learn from Sarah that could affect his concept of

the job.

Six weeks later Sarah and Ted were travelling in her car to the

Gemini School. She had picked Ted up that morning and she was

delivering him plus two suitcases to the school for his 3 month

course on how to run a school for teenage girls.

"The school is run by a Ms Agnes Hood," Sarah explained as they

drove to the school, "She runs a rather unorthodox institution,

but I can assure you that by the end of your stay, you will have

received an education on the thinking and actions of teenage

girls."

"Yeah, yeah," Ted replied in a rather disgruntled tone, "Save the

lecture. I'm going on this little adventure just to quiet you

women and consolidate my position at Holly." The rest of the

trip was made in icy silence.

Genesis school was an old mansion located at the far outskirts of

a medium eastern city. It was on a very large lot surrounded by

lots of trees and water. As Ted soon learned, it was well

guarded and it catered to a very select cliental.

Agnes Hood went well with her institution. She was tall and very dominating

in appearance. Her stern look and icy demeanor

indicated that she would expect complete obedience to her wishes.

The whole layout made Ted laugh when he first saw it. "It's all right out of

a silly horror flick," he exclaimed, "She can't be serious. Besides, what

would a dame like her know about teaching young girls? She'd probably scare

them to death."

Ted and Sarah were sitting in the study together examining a pile

of papers that Ted was expected to sign for admittance to the

school. Sarah was ther to answer any questions while Ms Hood was

away taking care of some business. The ream of papers seemed a

lot for just a 3 month course, but both women had insisted that

they were necessary. Ted was in no mood for reading a bunch of

technical jargon, thus with a curse under his breath, he signed

all ten forms and stuffed them into the manila envelope.

"Let's get the preliminary junk over with and get into the

business at hand," he stated. "What is that?" Sarah asked.

"Tell me where I sleep and point me to the nearest bar," he

answered in a masculine macho manner.

"Where you sleep is up to Ms Hood, but I can tell you that the

nearest bar is about 5 miles away," Sarah explained, "Besides,

it looks as if you could afford to lay off of the beer." "I beg

your pardon, but my small spare tire is fine by me," he retorted.

"Yes, but on your 5'6" frame, it looks gross " she replied. "Ah,

shut up," he replied, affecting a stance he took when people made

fun of his height.

"Well, Mr Foster, I see that you have signed all the necessary

papers for enrollment at Genesis. I'm sure that your experience

here will be much to your benefit and more than you can imagine,"

Ms Hood stated after looking over the documents. "Yes, yes. You

should know that I'm doing this only to settle a disagreement at

my work. So what is my schedule and where do I sleep. I've had

a long ride today and that drink of yours seems to have made me

somewhat sleepy," he responded.

With a smirk on her face, Agnes told him that he would be

informed of his routine later and that an attendant would be

around soon to show him to his room. Once said, Agnes turned her

attention to Sarah and the two women went off into a corner to

discuss something privately.

Little did Ted realize that he was the subject of their

conversation as he overheard small snatches of their

conversation. Once he heard Ms Hood ask Sarah if she was sure of

what she wanted. When Sarah replied affirmatively, Agnes asked

if she was sure that the complete transformation was needed.

Sarah replied that she wanted the entire process since that would

remove him completely from the scene.

Once Agnes glanced in his direction, then turned back to Sarah and nodded to

her in the affirmative. and then turned back towards Ted. But Ted was

starting to nod off on the couch.

The two women shook hands. The day had been too much for him.

Ted woke up in a rather drowsy state. His sleep had been rather

restless. Opening his eyes, he noted that the room he was in was

bright and cheery with sunlight streaming through a large window.

When he tried to move, he found it impossible to get up. His

arms and legs were shackled into place by heavy leather straps.

His confusion at the situation quickly turned to anger as he

realized the completely helpless condition that he found himself

in. This was ridiculous and unacceptable. He shouted for

someone to release him immediately.

It was two hours before someone came in answer to his shouts of

rage. Agnes Hood came in with a smirk on her face and she asked

what all the shouting was about. Ted began again to rage at her

about being trussed to the bed and he demanded immediate release.

She ignored his protests, checked his bonds, then sat in a chair

next to him and started to explain the situation. "Now Ted, calm

yourself. This is part of the new training program that you

signed up for," she explained. Ted would have none of that and

demanded immediate release so that he could leave this school.

His shouting finally got the better of Ms Hood and she delivered

a stinging slap across his face.

"You are hardly in a position to demand anything and you won't be

for some time. Now there will be no further shouting or using

abusive language. I expect complete cooperation from you in all

future activities at the school. Do you understand?" Ms Hood

instructed. Ted answered with more loud abusive language which

was followed by two hard slaps across his face.

This trend continued until Ted was completely subdued and quiet

. along with having a very red face and wounded pride. With Ted

quiet, Agnes began to explain the situation to him.

"Now Ted, you have enrolled in a school somewhat different than

those that you are used to. This school teaches through

experience. We believe that you will never really understand a

situation unless you have been there... and walked in their

shoes, so to speak. So there will not be much book reading while

at Gemini, except those magazines specifically required, nor will

there be written exams. You will be expected to obey myself or

my assistants completely, no matter what is requested of you. Do

you understand?" Ms Hood explained.

Meekly, Ted nodded that he understood. But in his mind, Ted was

planning to escape this madhouse as soon as possible by any

possible means. they couldn't keep him tied up forever, could

they?

The next morning, Ms Hood woke Ted from a restless nights sleep.

It had been two days since he had been able to move free of his

bonds. He was getting very stiff. he knew that she had to free

him soon.

Agnes approached Ted with a glass of juice and some pills. She

explained that the pills were vitamins. After swallowing them,

Ted began to quiz Agnes about being released, complaining about

the stiffness in his joints. "Besides," he asked, "How is being

bound to the bed going to help him in his schooling?"

Agnes explained that the bonds would soon come off as soon as she

was sure that he wouldn't do anything foolish, like trying to

escape. To insure that escape was impossible, she stated that

all of his clothes had been taken by Sarah when she had left.

Hearing that news, Ted started to get mad again, but was easily

subdued by a couple of resounding slaps across the face.

Agnes then produced a pair of scissors and began cutting away his

pajamas. Ted began to panic, demanding to know what was going

on. Agnes explained that his schooling would proceed without the

use of his old clothes and if he didn't lay still, she might cut

something other than cloth.

Fuming, Ted lay quiet while all of his clothes were removed via

the scissors. Agnes gathered up the rags, then produced a

syringe filled with a pale blue fluid. She inserted it into Ted

before he could protest. He held still afraid that any movement

would break the needle.

Agnes then explained that he could expect a similar injection at

least three times a week. Ted was becoming very tired by this

time, but he was confused. As he started dozing off, he asked

Agnes how all of these events were connected with his education

in running a school for girls.

As he started nodding off, he heard Agnes reply, "Why Ted, your

education isn't concerning how to run a school, it is with

understanding how and why teenage girls react the way they do.

You are going to learn why the act flighty, how they feel and

think. since Genesis believes that experience is the best

teacher, the only way you can learn these things is to experience

them. The only way to do that is to become on. Ted, darling, at

Genesis school you are going to become a girl. And from

preliminary estimates, you will make a very pretty one too."

Fear rose up in Ted as he heard these words, but he couldn't

respond because his eyelids were heavy and he felt so tired.

Just as he dropped off, he heard Agnes say, "By the time you

leave Genesis school, you will be more likely to attend the Holly

school as a student than to be its director. And your new name

is Melissa!"

Ted woke with a head ache. The bonds were gone and he could move around in

the bed. Was it all a nightmare? Was everything that flooded into his mind

nothing more than a bad dream? He looked around his room and everything

seemed normal. It was furnished a little feminine for his tastes, but not

inordinately so. He started to get out of bed when he noticed that he wasn't

wearing his pajamas. The ones he had on were different than any he owned.

The ones he had on had large red hearts all over.

Climbing out of the bed, he sat on the edge and looked around.

Still groggy, he tried to shake the cobwebs away and he felt his

hair move around. Confused, he reached up to feel his hair when

he noticed his hand. It was his hand, then it wasn't. his

fingernails had been shaped and were polished a bright red. The

other hand also. All ten toenails were similarly painted. This

was crazy. Jumping out of bed, he nearly collapsed in a bundle

on the floor. Just then Agnes entered the room.

"Good morning Melissa," she cheerily chimed.

"W..what is going on?" Ted groggily asked.

Helping him to his feet, she answered, "Why nothing dear. This is

the first day of your training. You had us worried there. These

last fourteen weeks have been touch and go."

"Fourteen weeks?" Ted asked in astonishment.

"Why yes dear. You have been under sedation for nearly that long.

But we were able to accomplish a lot during that time," she

continued.

"A..accomplish a lot?" Ted again asked in a confused state.

"Yes dear. For instance, your nose and chin. You didn't need a

lot of work, but the results are worth it," Agnes answered.

Ted's hand went to his nose. it felt strange. Not like his nose

at all. It felt smaller.

"Then, of course, there is the electrolysis work, the weight

reduction, the skin toning, the hormonal therapy, and the

castration," Agnes stated matter of factly.

"T...the ca...the cas.. castration?" Ted repeated panic entering

his voice.

"Of course, Melissa, dear," Agnes continued, "You couldn't go on

carrying those things around. They would just get in the way of

the other activities."

"Why do you insist on referring to me as `Melissa'?" Ted asked,

"I'm Ted...Ted Foster. I came here for a course in school

management. What's going on?"

"Of course you aren't Ted, dear. Ted died two weeks ago in a

terrible car accident. It was in all the newspapers. His car

went over the cliff into the Hudson river. His body was never

found, but the authorities have officially listed him as dead.

They think that his body was taken to sea by the river. The poor

dear," Agnes explained.

"This can't be happening to me," Ted cried out, "No...No..." He

jumped up to break away from this nightmare and immediately

collapsed onto the floor. He felt all weak and unable to stand.

Agnes held out a hand to him and offered to help him up. She

explained that the past weeks of inactivity plus the weight lose

resulted in his weakened condition. She said that he would soon

get his strength back so that he could start his training.

Ted thought how strange his hands looked when he reached up to

take hers for support. It seemed so much smaller than before and

the long nails with polish.....

Using Agnes for support, he finally was able to stand up. It

occurred to him that he was much shorter than her. That fact

hadn't occurred to him when he first arrived at the school, but

now it was obvious...Could it be her high heels?

"Come little one," Agnes beckoned, "It's time that you see what

you look like now." She led him to the vanity mirror.

The first glance didn't strike home immediately. Then after 5

seconds of looking at the two women in the mirror, he realized

that the shorter, younger looking one was him.

"W..What have you done to me?" he cried. Only this time his

voice broke and the last words were spoken in a high note. This

surprised him even more. The sound of the high note was enough

to break the camels back and he fainted away.

The next thing he knew, Agnes was leaning over him wiping his

forehead with a wet cloth. "I must be dreaming," he gasped.

"No Melissa dear, it's all for real. You are well on your way

towards becoming a girl. Now let's have another try at the

mirror," Agnes stated.

He was once again led to the mirror. He saw a stranger standing

next to Ms Hood. The person was a young girl. She had a head

full of brown curls that framed her head like a crown. Her

eyebrows were two thin crescents over large doe like eyes. The

nose was small, slender, and slightly upturned. There was a

trace of color on the lips. His body seemed much smaller, more

fragile than when he last saw it.. And it was covered with a

pair of cotton pajamas with the large hearts. The over all

effect was that of a teenage girl.

Bringing his hand to his face, he felt his skin. It was velvety

smooth. "The electrolysis was marvelously effective," Agnes

commented, "The hormones plus lotions did the rest."

"I..I..can't believe it," was all Ted could say. Again his voice

cracked. "What's wrong with my voice?" he asked.

"Nothing dear, it's just taking on a different timbre. Another

two months and it will be a clear soprano," Agnes explained.

"But I don't want to be a girl. I'm a man..I'm 25 years old..

I'm a director of a school with a Phd," he cried.

"Not anymore. You are now a teenage girl. You are 15 years old

and you would be more suited to be a student than a director.

AND your name is Melissa! you will answer only to that name, do

you understand?" Agnes ended with authority.

"I don't believe that this is happening to me. I feel tired. I

need some sleep," Ted whispered.

"Of course dear," Agnes answered, "But first let's change those

pajamas. They are so.. so drab. And besides, you have been

sleeping in them for a week."

So saying, she sat Ted down and started to unbutton the tops to

his pajamas. She soon had the top part removed. Ted just sat

there in a bewildered state, almost in a dream. He

absentmindedly glanced down at his body when the pajama tops were

removed. Breasts...he had breasts!! They weren't large, but

they were there and the nipples were large. As in a trance, he

reached up and felt one. They were real!

Just then, Agnes returned with a silky pair of pajamas. "A cute

thing like you should be wearing silky, flimsy things to bed.

Like this lovely pink baby doll pajama," she stated. So saying,

Agnes lowered the flimsy garment over his head and onto his body.

The matching panties followed as soon as the bottoms of the

cotton garments were taken off.

Agnes tucked Ted into his bed after freshening his lips with pink

lipstick. Numb from the revelations of the day, Ted quickly fell

into a deep sleep.

....................................

Sarah Lawrence was brought back to reality when her charges

suddenly came down the stairs from their class. "Time to get

back to work. The work of a school director is never done," she

thought as the girls started filing out the front door.

..........................................

A week later, Sarah Lawrence was inspecting the dormitories

where the younger girls stayed while attending the Holly

Institute. She went from one room to the next inspecting each

for cleanliness and orderliness. In each room, she would tell

the girls where improvement was needed.

In room 6A, she found Melissa and her roommate Gail standing by

their beds ready for inspection. Each girl was dressed in her

Sunday best since the inspection occurred just prior to sunday

services. Melissa stood by her bed clothed in a pretty silk

print dress that reached to her knees and no lower. Her legs

were encased in sheer nylons and her feet wore white open toed

slippers with four inch heels.

Her nails, both finger and toe, were neatly manicured and

colored. Her hair hung to the middle of her back in waves with

flowers at each temple. Her face was tastefully made up to match

her ensemble. Everything about her was tasteful and proper.

As Sarah began inspection of the room, Melissa lowered her

eyelids in modesty. Sarah had to smile at the incongruity of the

bashful blush. Who would guess that this bashful lass, so

prettily attired, was the director of this self same institution

only one year ago. To have fallen from such lofty heights. From

the authoritarian overseer of the institutions to just one of the

girl students.

There was very little wrong with the girl's room, so Sarah sent

them on their way to church, yet she couldn't get over the

complete transformation that Ted Foster had undergone to become

Melissa. How had it happened?

................................

It was two days after Ms Hood had first informed Ted of his new

status. Ted, weak from the shock of the information, had slept

for nearly 48 hours. Now he was sitting alone at his dresser

looking at himself in the mirror.

"My skin is so smooth and my nose so small. How did they do it?"

he thought to himself. He had inspected all aspects of his body.

Everything Ms Hood had stated were true. Yet none but the

castration and electrolysis were irreversible. If he could only

reassert himself, he could win back his manhood and get his

revenge. He had to be strong!!

When Agnes came into the room, she found Ted in the act of

inspecting himself. She had to smile because even she had been

surprised at how well Ted had responded to the treatments. It

would be hard to find Ted amongst the satins and silks, perfumes

and makeup, curls and ribbons that would make up Melissa's life.

Ted saw Agnes enter the room and he decided that this was the

time to reassert himself. When Agnes asked how he was feeling

this morning, Ted turned on her and in as deep a voice as he

could muster shouted, "This foolishness has gone far enough! I'm

not taking it any longer and the `schooling' is over! My name is

Ted Foster, not Melissa and I'm leaving this crazy place."

He jumped up and purposefully headed for the door. As he passed

a surprised Agnes, she grabbed his arm and threw him onto the

bed. Before he could respond, she had him over her knees with

his pink nightgown above his head.

"So you won't be a girl, eh? You want to be Ted, eh? Well we

will see about that," she shouted.

Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!!

Ted couldn't believe it. He was being given a spanking.

Smack! Smack!! Smack!!!

"Oh...Ouch! Please stop it," Ted cried, "It hurts."

Smack! Smack!! Smack!!!

"Oh! Oh. Please stop!" Ted cried again, real tears falling down

his cheeks.

Smack! Smack!! Smack!!!

"Wah.!! Ah... Please stop. I'll do anything you wish," he

shouted.

"What is your name?" Agnes shouted.

"M...Me..Melissa," Ted cried.

"What gender are you?" Agnes continued.

"A..A..gi....I can't say it," Ted answered.

Smack! Smack!! Smack!!!

"No. Don't do it any more," Ted cried again.

"What are you?" Agnes asked.

"I..I'm...a...I'm a girl!" Ted answered.

"Again," Agnes said.

"I..I'm a girl," Ted returned.

"What is your name and sex?" Agnes asked.

"I'm a girl and my name is Melissa, Ms Hood," Ted answered.

"That's better. Now let's get you dressed for your new

education. Ok?" Agnes stated.

"Yes, Ms Hood," Ted whispered in a light alto voice.

Ted climbed off of Agnes' knees and lowered his pink nighty over

his red behind. Ted stood next to Agnes like the repentent young

girl he now was. All signs of rebellion were gone for the

present.

An hour later, Agnes walked out of the room followed by Ted who

was wearing a navy blue miniskirt, white blouse, nylons, and

matching blue slippers. His head of curls had been tastefully

arranged with a blue ribbon. His makeup included lipstick which

erased all signs of his former self. Ted was on his way to

becoming a young girl.

.....................................

Three months after the humiliating spanking from Ms Hood, Ted is

sitting in the drawing room practicing her needlework. He is

dressed in a peasant dress with a slightly scooping neckline and

short puffed sleeves. The waist was gathered and tight about his

tiny waist. The skirt flared out to hang loose about his knees.

The scoop neck of the dress revealed the soft flesh that was

becoming Ted's breasts.

During the past weeks, as he dressed in preparation for his many

lessons, Ted noted that his breasts were growing at a phenomenal

rate. No longer the pointed peaks that observed after awakening

from the 14 week sleep, they were filling out and taking on the

shape of real womanly breasts. He now wore a B sized cup and Ms

Hood had stated that she expected Ted to graduate to a C cup

before long.

While practicing the needlework, Ted contemplated his position.

They were succeeding in their plan to change him from a 25 year

old man into a 15 year old girl. The breast development proved

it. But there were other signs also. He no longer rebelled when

told to perform a task intended to reinforce his femininity. His

voice was rapidly changing to a soprano, his weight was holding

steady at 115 pounds, and his hair was growing at an unheard of

rate. In the past two weeks it had grown an inch. It now fell

past his ears.

If he was ever to be a man again, it had to happen quickly. He

knew that his mind was changing along with his body. Rebellion

was not in his mind as much as it should be. He was becoming

more and more concerned with how he looked, clothes were

important to him, he would spend hours thinking about what to

wear tomorrow. He was enjoying reading love novels and teenage

fashion magazines. Often when reading the magazines, he would

look in a mirror and compare himself with the girls in the book.

If he saw a flaw, he would start removing the flaw immediately.

Nothing was to small a flaw to be ignored.

With these thoughts going through his head, he put down his

knitting and decided that he had to make one last break for

freedom and his lost manhood. During the days, the security was

much more slack than during the evenings when his room was

securely locked. Agnes obviously felt that her ward wouldn't try

an escape in broad daylight when the only things he could wear

were his dresses or skirts.

"I've got to try," Ted thought, "If I wait much longer, I won't

want to go. They will have won because I would then really be the

girl they are striving to shape."

With these thoughts, Ted got out of his chair and smoothed his

skirts about his knees. His cleanly shaven legs were bare and

low heeled slippers encased his feet. Looking in a mirror he

carried in his purse, he saw that his hair was nicely set and her

face prettily made up. He could pass as a teenage girl almost

anywhere.

If he could get away, he was sure that he could get someone to

help him get back to his apartment where he could prove his

identity. Quietly tiptoeing through the hall, he saw Ms Hood

working in her study and the rest of the household was working

elsewhere. He could do it with a little luck.

Making as little noise as possible, he checked his purse, grabbed

a light sweater, and slipped out the door of the estate. It was

so easy.

There was a cool breeze blowing outside and it played with Ted's

skirts. It felt good against his bare skin. This was the first

time outdoors since he had arrived at Genesis school nearly 7

months earlier. Quietly he ran from the door, through the

courtyard, down the driveway, and onto the highway. He was free!

Now all he had to do was catch a ride to his old apartment, dress

in his male clothes, and reassert his old identity. Then he

would have his vengeance on Agnes Hood and Sarah Lawrence for

trying to make him into a girl.

Ted didn't realize what an attractive girl he had become. It

wasn't five minutes after putting out his thumb that a car came

to a screeching halt. The car was a '57 Chevy and it was being

driven by a 17 or 18 year old boy. Ted didn't give a second

thought as to the affect he would have on such a boy. He had

forgotten that for all intensive purposes, he was a 15 year old

girl.

After climbing into the car, smoothing his skirts, and thanking

the boy for stopping, he introduced himself as `Melissa' since

the name Ted would hardly do under the circumstances. The boy

introduced himself and asked Ted what he was doing hitchhiking.

Ted had to do some quick thinking, but he had a tentative plan

worked out. He told the boy that he was on his way to the city

to visit an uncle by the name of Ted Foster. While telling the

tale, he thought of the strangeness of the circumstances. Here

he was going to visit himself.

The boy was well mannered and after learning the address, he

agreed to take Ted there. "What luck," Ted thought, "In a few

hours, I'll be myself again."

The ride went smoothly with small talk between the two. Ted

found himself making up a story about running away from home

because his parents didn't understand him.

The boy was very understanding. He said that he lived with his

parents, but they were gone for a few days on a vacation.

Ted found himself liking this boy and blushed when he thought

that the lad wasn't bad looking either. He caught himself with

these thoughts and told himself to stop it. He can't have

thoughts like that. After all, he really wasn't a girl, but a

grownup man.

Ted thought that he hadn't escaped any to soon. Agnes' plan was

more successful than originally thought. He was actually

reacting to this boy like a teenage girl would.

After an hours driving, the boy stopped the car in front of Ted

Fosters apartment building. The lad stated that he would wait

until `Melissa' had found his uncle. Ted protested, but the boy

wouldn't change his mind.

Not having a key to the apartment, Ted knocked on the manager's

door. Ted knew that the manager would never recognize him as Ted

Foster, but he would tell the man that he was Ted's niece

visiting for a few days and that Ted was not in right now. Once

he got the key, he would tell the boy goodbye, go to his

apartment, change clothes and onward to the lovely retribution.

Ted received the shock of his life when the manager told him that

Ted no longer lived there. He had been killed in a car accident

and his personal affects had been gathered by an aunt. Ted knew

of no aunt that would claim the affects, then it occurred that

Sarah would do that deed. He was told that a young couple now

lived in the apartment.

Ted was devastated. Where was he to go? What was he to do? How

could he get his old identity back when everyone accepted that

Ted was dead?

In a stupor, Ted wandered out of the building wondering what to

do next. Even if he were to find some men's clothes, who would

believe that he was Ted Foster? He was no longer alive and `she'

didn't look like him.

Outside, the boy he had caught the ride with asked him what had

happened. Apparently the look on his face told the lad that

something was wrong. "He is gone. No forwarding address," was

all Ted could say. Then he did a very girlish thing, he began to

cry. Between sobs, Ted told the boy that he had no where to go

and no money.

A few minutes later found Ted again in the boy's car being taken

to his house for the night. It was a place to stay until morning

when he could think straighter. The boy's invitation had come as

a surprise, but it served as a quick solution to an immediate

problem.

At the boy's house, Ted soon settled down in the large couch in

the living room. The boy had built a large fire in the fireplace

and the room soon had a comfortable feeling about it. He brought

a bottle of wine and crackers and the two were soon engrossed in

a stimulating conversation. Ted had slipped his shoes off and

was enjoying twisting his brightly colored toes in the large,

plush carpet.

During the conversation, they both dropped from the couch to the

carpet and were sitting next to each other with their backs

against the couch. During a lull in the conversation, the boy

complimented Ted on his looks. Ted blushed at the compliment and

thanked him.

Ted stared into the fire and thought of how odd it was that he,

who was really a grownup man, could be flirting with a boy some 7

years younger than him. As Ted thought these disturbing

thoughts, he felt the boy's hand on his knee. Ted didn't protest

because it felt good and he felt that he owed the boy something.

A few minutes later, Ted felt the boy nibble his ear. Turning

around to protest, he found the lads face was next to his, their

lips practically touching. Rather than protesting his advances,

Ted felt himself gravitating towards the boy.

"This can't be happening to me," Ted thought, "I'm a man, not a

girl." Still his head continued towards the boys. Their lips

met in tender kiss. Ted felt the rush of a warm feeling engulf

him. Ted pressed his lips harder onto the boys. Ted loved the

feeling. The boys tongue slipped between Ted's teeth and it was

accepted. Ted was being kissed by a teenage boy and he accepted

it like a submissive teenage girl.

Ted felt the boy's hand leave his leg and a second later it

touched his breasts. He let it stay. The boy's other hand was

on Ted's back pressing it to him. The lad's hand reached inside

Ted's dress and cupped the right breast. A shot of pleasure

engulfed him when his sensitive nipple was touched.

As if in a trance, Ted hand reached for the boy's pants and he

felt the throbbing hardness of his manhood. Still kissing him,

Ted undid the boy's pants and reached into his shorts. Ted felt

his hard prick in his fingers and he gave it a gentle squeeze.

Five minutes later the boy was without any clothes at all and Ted

was down to his panties. The boy kissed her breasts, making the

nipple hard and sensitive. Ted stroked the boy's manhood.

Ted suddenly realized that it couldn't continue any further. If

the boy removed Ted's panties, he would find something that he

wasn't expecting. This made Ted extremely sad because he wanted

to make love to the boy. Ted wanted him inside. But that was

impossible. She also knew that she couldn't just end their love

making now. Something had to be done!

"Let me suck your prick," he heard himself say, "It's my period,

but I can satisfy you in other ways." Somewhat disappointed, yet

thankful for the good fortune that got into his car that day, the

boy agreed to the request.

Ted slowly knelt in front of him and accepted his large throbbing

prick into his mouth. Gone were thoughts of being a man. The

only thought in Ted's mind were how he, as a teenage girl, could

best satisfy his lover. He wanted to be the best lay that the

boy would ever have.

As he knelt before the kid, sliding his lips up and down the

slippery organ, he sucked and licked his balls with vigor. In

keeping with this action, the boy swayed in time. Coming up for

breath, he felt his breasts swaying beneath him. Glancing down,

Ted noted how large and firm they were and how they moved with

their motion.

After 15 minutes of this action, the boy gently removed his prick

from Ted's mouth, picked him up in his strong arms and proceeded

to carry Ted into the parents bedroom where he gently deposited

him on the King sized bed. While being so carried, Ted noted the

strangeness of the situation. He had both arms around the boy's

neck, his right breast was crushed against his chest.

He carried Ted as if he were as light as a doll and yet in

reality, Ted was 7 years older than he and a male too. "Yet..."

Ted thought, "I'm not a male...not any more. My feelings have

changed. Emotionally, I'm a girl. I'm almost a girl in body.

Maybe Ms Hood has succeeded. Maybe I have really been

transformed into a girl. Maybe I really am Melissa!"

When the both had climbed into the large four poster bed, Ted

snuggled next to his lover. The lad's muscles made Ted feel

secure. Ted loved the boy's masculine smell. Reaching between

his legs, Ted again took hold of his prick. It had softened

because of the break, but Ted knew that he could make it grow

again, because he was now a woman.

Ted would always remember that evening as the night he became a

female and a real woman. Early the next morning, before the boy

awoke, he slipped out of the house. He caught another ride and

returned to Genesis school. He had no other home. He was now a

girl without identification, home or family. Only Genesis school

could help him obtain the necessary attributes which would allow

him to survive as the girl he knew that he had become.

Agnes Hood did not punish Ted for his absence since he had

returned on his own free will. She did note a difference in

Ted's attitude after his return. Ted wasn't fighting the

transformation any longer. He seemed to take pleasure in each

new feminine attribute he attained. Indeed Ted was becoming a

perfect 15 year old girl. Ted Foster seemed to be a forgotten

entity.

..............................................

A month after the runaway incident, Melissa was in her room

admiring herself in a full length mirror. She wore only a pair

of white shorts. She was admiring how skin tight the shorts were

on her hips. Obviously she had gained considerable size in the

hips, yet her waist remained a 24 inch circumference.

Agnes Hood entered just as Melissa began to put on her size C cup

brassier. Her breasts were full sized now. They were as large

as she wanted them to grow. They were well shaped, firm and ther

was a lovely cleavage between them. She knew that she couldn't

go anywhere without a bra. It wouldn't be proper and she was a

proper young lady. she wasn't going to let anyone think that she

was a tramp.

Agnes didn't let her presence be known until Melissa had

completed dressing. Melissa drew on a tight fitting tshirt over

her ample bosom. "You are looking lovely today, Melissa," Agnes

said. Turning around at the sound of the voice, Melissa blushed

at the compliment.

"Thank you Miss Hood," Melissa replied in her clear soprano

voice. Then Melissa reached up and casually brushed a few

strands of her shoulder length hair from her eyes. Taking a hair

comb from the dresser, she expertly inserts it to hold her hair

in place.

"My hips have grown rapidly lately. I can barely fit into my

panties and shorts. They are really very tight," Melissa stated.

"Yes dear, you are really taking on all the proportions of a

girl. I wouldn't be surprised if you have a baby one day," Agnes

replied.

Melissa blushed even deeper. "I'd love to become a mother, but I

know that I never will," she replied. "Don't be so hasty," Agnes

said, "First things first. You've still got one more piece of

your male past to be removed before worrying about babies."

"Oh, Ms Hood, I so want to have the final change. I want to be a

real girl. When will I be able to have a vagina?" Melissa asked.

"Well dear, there is a problem of cost," Agnes answered. "But Ms

Hood, I had lots of money saved up from when I was Ted Foster.

Couldn't we use that?" Melissa pleaded.

"That's what has paid for your conversion so far, Melissa. Those

funds are all gone," Agnes continued. Melissa seemed to go into

a pout over this news. "Isn't there any way out of this

predicament?" she asked.

"As a matter of fact, there is a way, Melissa," Ms Hood answered,

"There's a wealthy woman who is looking for a daughter to adopt.

She has seen your history and is interested in meeting you. If

she likes you and if you are will to become her daughter, she

would be willing to cover all expenses towards completing your

conversion to girlhood."

"Oh, Ms Hood," Melissa exclaimed, "Please do introduce us. I do?want to be a

real girl now." "She will also solve another?problem that you have, little

one," Agnes stated. "Oh, what?"?Melissa asked. "A guardian, of course.

Being only a 15 year old?girl, you can't possibly be sent into the world on

your own. Also, you do need a last name," Ms Hood finished.

"Yes, you are right. I wouldn't know how to survive in the

world now. And Ms Hood, I really am a girl now, believe me,"

Melissa confessed. "I do believe you, Melissa. Remember, I

converted you," Agnes answered. Melissa blushed a deep red. She

remembered!

A week later, Melissa sat before her dresser mirror looking at

her face. her hand shook slightly as she began applying shadow

to her eyelids. "Stop it girl! You've got to stop shaking so.

It's important to make a good impression with Mrs Tucker and

messy makeup will not do," Melissa thought to herself, "She

simply must be willing to help me. I want to be a real girl so

badly. And I do want to be her daughter."

After a few moments, Melissa continued her makeup. She finished

it off expertly drawing her lipstick across her lips followed by

a gloss for highlights. smelling the lipstick on her lips, she

thought how wonderful it was to be a girl and be able to wear

lipstick whenever she wanted to.

"I'm so happy that Sarah enrolled me in Genesis and that Agnes

was able to so completely transform me into a girl. I know that

I'm pretty and I plan to take full advantage of my femininity,"

she thought as she unrolled the rollers from her shoulder length

hair. It cascaded about her shoulders in large curls. Brushing

her hair brought out the highlights and it was easily styled.

Standing up from her settee, she inserted a red flower above one

ear and a hair clip above the other. Walking to her closet, she

removed a grey slim lined skirt and white blouse. She brought

the skirt down over her head making sure that her pink slip

remained smooth and straight beneath.

The feel of silk against her skin was a pleasure she found beyond

belief. "Being a girl definitely has its benefits," she thought

as she tucked her blouse into her skirt and fastened the buttons

to keep it in place. Carefully she arranged the ruffles at the

bodice to show her breast development to maximum effect.

"One can never advertize ones assets to much," she thought as she

admired how her bosom protruded from her chest. "I'm so happy

that I became a well developed girl. Real breasts can be such

fun." Thoughts of the love playing with the boy flooded her

mind. It made her nipples tingle in her bra.

At last she slipped her nylon encased feet into a pair of grey 4"

heels and slipped the tailored jacket over her shoulders. The

jacket matched the skirt to provide a vision of a classy dressed

young miss. Looking in her mirror, Melissa felt a shiver run the

length of her body. "I look beautiful. I'm so...so happy. I

never, ever want to be a male again. I'd just die," she said.

A half hour later, Melissa is sitting in the living room awaiting

the arrival of Mrs. Tucker. She is sitting on a settee, her long

legs seductively crossed, reading the latest copy of Seventeen

magazine. Suddenly the door opened and Agnes Hood escorted Mrs

Tucker into the room. Melissa had developed a deep interest in

fashions and was completely engrossed in her magazine when the

two women entered the room. Melissa's skirt had ridden up

slightly to show a peek of lace trimmed slip, but other than

that, she was the perfection of teenage femininity.

Ms Hood introduced Mrs Tucker to Melissa and visaversa. Melissa

immediately stood up and shyly extended her right hand. Mrs

Tucker warmly accepted the hand. Agnes noted how lovely

Melissa's thin, smooth, coral colored fingers contrasted with Mrs

Tuckers older fingers. Mrs Tucker was forty years old and the

real age between the two was only 15 years, but Melissa's

treatments had been so successful that no one would ever know

that a twenty five year generation gap did not really exist.

Melissa was completely taken with this nice lady who would be her

mother. Mrs Tucker was fascinated by this lovely young girl who

used to be a businessman. It was impossible to believe that

Melissa was once a full grown head of a school. Her every action

said teenage girl.

Mrs Tucker started the conversation by complimenting Melissa on

her lovely outfit which was answered by a shy "Thank You". "I

understand that you still have one remaining feature from your

past," inquired Mrs Tucker. "Yes, I'm afraid that you are right,

Mam," Melissa confessed as she nervously intertwined her fingers

and bit her lower lip.

"Do you want that last vestige removed, dear?" Mrs Tucker asked

while looking Melissa in the eyes. "Oh, yes Mame. More than

anything else in the world," Melissa replied. "Why, dear? Don't

you want a reminder of when you ruled the Holly school?" asked

Agnes Hood. "Oh, no... that is all in the past. I'm a girl now.

I feel like a girl, I believe I look like a girl, and I have

feminine needs that cannot be fulfilled as I now am," replied

Melissa with feeling, "I do so want to be a real girl."

"But Melissa dear, you do appear to be a real girl. I understand

that your breasts are real," continued Mrs Tucker. "Yes they are

real," answered Melissa proudly, "But I will only feel complete

when I have a vagina and can feel comfortable around other girls.

Also, I do hope to meet a nice boy someday and get married."

"Then you are ready to freely give up all vestiges of Ted Foster

forever?" Agnes asked. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" replied

Melissa, "I am Melissa now and I am a girl!"

"Then I think that we can come to an understanding, my dear.

Would you call me mother?" asked Mrs Tucker. "Oh yes, Mother. I

would love to be you daughter," replied Melissa as she rushed

into Mrs Tuckers outstretched arms.

Eight weeks later, Melissa Tucker and her mother are slowly

strolling from counter to counter in the women's section of

Bloomingdales. Melissa is dressed in a knee length floral print

dress and is a youthful contrast to her mother who is dressed

more conservatively in a dark suit. This is Melissa's first trip

outside since returning home from the hospital where she left her

male past behind forever.

"Oh, mother... I'm so excited. We've bought so many luscious

clothes today. I'm so..o happy to be your daughter. No girl

could ask for a lovelier parent. I do love you Mom," Melissa

gushed. "Why thank you, dear. And no parent could ask for a

prettier daughter. Then you have no regrets?" Mrs Tucker asked.

"Oh, no..none at all! How could I ever want to go back to

wearing dreary tweeds when I can now freely wear these lovely

frocks," Melissa replied holding her skirt between two coral

colored fingers, "I do love the feeling of silk next to my skin."

"Speaking of silk, don't you think that we should be buying you

some new nighties for your return to school?" asked Mrs. Tucker.

"Return to school?" Melissa asked with a puzzled look on her

face. "Why yes, dear...Next month is September and you do have

to go back to school to complete your high school education.

After all, you are only 15 years old and a sophomore," Mrs Tucker

answered with a serious look on her face.

"Oh...I hadn't thought of that. Where will go?" Melissa asked.

"I've made all the arrangement," replied her mother, "You will be

going back to the Holly School for Young Girls. Mrs Lawrence has

already accepted your application." A shocked expression came

over Melissa's face and the blood drained from her face.

The Holly Institute!! How could she ever go back there? She

used to run that school, now she would be one of the students.

The shame!

Melissa was about to protest to her mother, but one look at the

determination on her face showed that protesting was useless.

"Now Melissa dear, what do you think of this lovely white

Teddie?" Melissa's mother asked with satisfaction.

As Melissa held the lacy Teddie in front of herself and posed in

front of a full length mirror, the magnitude of the changes in

her body over the past 9 months became clear. She had been

transformed from a successful man about town into a pretty

teenage girl. Instead of administering a school, she was now

attending it as a student. And most disturbing was the

completeness of the transformation, for truly the person holding

the Teddie was all girl.

Her nylon encased legs said girl, her ample bosom said girl, her

lovely long hair said girl, her flawless face said girl, and her

clothes said girl over and over. The clothes were not only

feminine, but the way they fit her could only be accomplished by

a girl.

A tear trickled down one soft cheek and Melissa agreed with her

mother that the Teddie was lovely and that she couldn't wait to

wear it that very evening. After all what teenage girl wouldn't

want to wear such a lovely creation?