From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Subject: Story: Restroom 1/1 TG femdom

Date: 10 Dec 1994 02:00:06 -0500

  One day when you had the opportunity to go out to lunch, you decided

to

try a restaurant that some of the women in the office had been talking

about.

They had seemed very enthused about the quality of the food and the

reasonable

prices, besides commenting on the beautiful decor. You were rather

hesitant

about going because you knew most of them were "salad bar" types but went

anyway. As you entered the restaurant you were surprise at the decor, it

was

definitely female, like a lady's boudoir, done in shades of pink and rose

with

knick-knacks and lacy curtians and small flowers on the wallpaper. However

it

was pleasing to the eye and relaxing the tension generated by the sterile

office conditions.

   You were seated by a rather buxom hostess and told that your

waitress

whose name was Cheryl would be with you in a moment, while she handed you

a

menu. As you looked over the menu trying to decide what to eat, another

surprise, because it wasn't a typical "salad bar" selection, although it

included many of those items, and the prices were Very reasonable, better

than

you could do at the cafeteria. After choosing what you wanted and giving

your

order to Cheryl,who was a very pleasant,petite woman even if her high

heeled

sandles didn't look practical, you began to observe the other diners

around

you.

   Most of them were women and several of them were dressed well

enough to

be wealthy or else hookers, and those seemed to be a bit nervous and kept

glancing around particularly towards the kitchen area where the restrooms

were

also located at. Not that you paid that much attention just figuring that

they

were like most women and checking out the ladies room (probably they were

on

the rag). Of the men there were a few and nothing very note-worthy about

them

except one who even in your heterosexual opinion was quite a "hunk" the

women

probably fell all over him. He was about average height 5'7"-5'8", blonde,

blue eyed, well built with out a flagrant display of muscles. Oh well, no

sense staring at the guy you might give him the wrong idea about

yourself(heaven forbid!). Cheryl brought your food and you thanked her,

and

proceeded to eat. As she checked back later you decided that you had time

for

dessert, especially as they had cheesecake. At the same time the "hunk"

walked

past on his way to the john. Your dessert came and you ate it and finished

the

last of your coffee, you had refused a refill because you really had to

get

back to work. As you were paying your bill you noticed that the "hunk"

hadn't

returned to his table and you had the passing thought of hoping that

everything was coming out alright and as the thought passed through there

was

a commotion in the kitchen and the sound of breaking dishes, oh well that

happens to the best of us. Several months later when you were deciding to

go

out to lunch the thought of that restaurant came to mind, you had thought

of

several times before but hadn't gotten a chance to go there, but there was

nothing important going on at work today so you could take a little longer

lunch hour and thought you'd try there again. Nothing about the place had

changed, not the decor, not the hostess, you even had Cheryl as your

waitress(a defininite feeling of de-ja vu came over you, but you shook off

the

feeling and preceded to enjoy your meal. As you were eating a young blond

women entered and was being seated by the hostess. You took a second look

at

her. She seemed familiar some how but you couldn't place her. She was

about

5'7"-5'8" in height well built(firm) but not fat, even rather well

stacked, in

fact she was quite a looker. Her clothes had an expensive look to them.

They

were very feminine with lace insets and the skirt was done in a

handkerchief

hem. She seemed very nervous and figgited with her bracelets and rings a

lot

and she seemed to stutter a bit when she gave her order although it may

only

have been the distance between the tables. Oh well. After you had finished

the

last of your coffee you decided to use the can or you might not make it

back

to the office without seeing yellow. You passed Cheryl on your way there

and

she smiled and asked how your meal had been, you said fine and went in to

the

john. As you stepped through the door you took one look and stepped back

out

in a hurry. Then turned to look at the door to make sure that you hadn't

gotten the wrong room. Nope it was the right one (men's room). What a

shock-

you stepped back in and let the door bang behind you, which made you jump

guiltily. If this was the men's room it was like none you had ever seen

before. Oh the walls were blue as was typical for boys but the gold gilt

mirrors and chandelier light fixtures were not. And another thing all the

stalls had doors and there wasn't the average urinal by the wall. As you

stood

gazing around the call of nature called again, so you walked down to the

farthest stall and entered locking the door behind you. After finishing

the

task and zipping your pants you turned to open the door. It wouldn't open,

the

bolt slid back and forth but the door wouldn't swing open, it was almost

as if

some giant magnet was holding the door to the frame. As you debated on

whether

you should call for help(how embarrassing) or if you should climb under

the

door(most logical) you heard the outer door open and someone enter.

Another

fact that hadn't registered was that the floor was thickly carpeted, very

unusal, and now caused the person who had entered to walk with out a

sound.

Well time was moving and you wanted OUT! "Hello" you said "ah excuse me

but I

ah can't seem to get the door open, could you ah give me a hand?" Funny

how

your voice seemed to shake just a bit and the room itself sort of absorb

the

sound. As you stood there deciding whether to call again the door swung

open.

No one was there, how strange, maybe it had just been stuck. While

stepping

out you glanced down to check your zipper and as you did a movement was

caught

out of the corner of your eye and they slid in that direction, when you

realized what you were seeing you stood as if frozen with all the typical

questions running through your mind. Never did the most atypical one occur

not

until much later. What you saw were two pair of feet, nyloned feet in very

high heeled- ankle strap sandles! As your eyes wandered up the nyloned

legs to

the skirt hems and up past breasts to shoulders to faces, you felt your

self

blanch then turn red with embarrassment as you begin to stutter about this

being the men's room. For what you saw were two very feminine but very

large

and well muscled women. They're faces were set and they'er eyes were cold,

unfeeling, there was no shock nor any humor in them. They stepped forward

towards you, in unison, one on either side, they each grabbed an arm and

before you could open your mouth to say anything the one on your left held

a

cloth to your nose and mouth. You breathed in at the unexpectedness of it

and

sweet rather overpowering smell came to you and then everything went

black.

   As you began to regain consciousness you could hear people talking

at a

distance, the words were garbled and made little sense except for one

sentence

and that was "yes he should make a very interesting candidate for our

experiment" this was said by a female voice that was low and rather husky

sounding. Someone standing next to you called out to the other voices that

you

were now awake. You decided to open your eyes and see just who was there

and

find out just what was going on. The site that met you was one that would

stay

for a long time in your memory. There were two women walking towards you,

one

was obviosly the superior over the other. As they stopped next to you, you

also realized that you were laying on a gurney and were strapped down, you

wet

your lips with your tongue and tried to ask what was going on and who were

they, unfortunatly your mouth was to dry to allow you to speak and before

you

had the chance to try again you remembered the scene in the john at the

restaurant and wondered if that had been a dream but the minute the the

lady

began to speak you knew that whatever had happened and was going to happen

was

for real. "Well my little man" she said "I hope you're not too

uncomfortable,

you had best enjoy it while you can because it's going to get worse before

it

gets better and you had best enjoy your feelings of being a man because

when

you wake up again you will no longer be totaly a man. You see that is what

I

do. I am this Mistress and I like to take male chauvinists like you and

make

them in my own image. Don't think that you will escape or that anyone will

miss you, I have taken care of all that and when you return to the present

several months will have gone by and Carl will no longer exist. You will

be

Carolyn, a female to all appearances. Do you understand, you will not be a

man

any longer you will be a women, and I will teach you to act and to live

and to

think like one." As your mind tried to grasp what she,The Mistress" had

said

and the full meaning dawned, a scream rose in your throat. But you only

whimpered, shaking your head back and forth, saying over and over,"no I'm

a

man , I'm a man." She patted your hand and said "No my dear you will be a

woman". Then she stepped back and the other one came near, in her hand she

had

a hypo, this she injected into your arm and said" sweet dreams, Carolyn"

Slowly you were engulfed in darkness again. As you awoke for the second

time

you found yourself lying in a double bed that had satin sheets and pillow

case, you were so relaxed and comfortable that you didn't want to move.

You

knew that something was wrong but you couldn't remember what and you

didn't

care. Then you did remember, the lady who called herself The Mistress, and

the

rest of it, the restaurant and the john, the injection, what was it she

had

said, yes now you remember being told that you would become a woman. What

a

stupid idea, oh these sheets felt so good rubbing against your body, how

strange too, you've slept on satin before but they never felt this good.

Suddenly you sat up, that drug they gave you must still be working for you

not

to have noticed anything different, you pulled the sheet away from your

naked

body and looked at yourself. Your hair, all of your body hair was gone,

there

was none on your arms or legs, armpits and chest were clean too, even, oh

god,

someone shaved your crotch too. But it didn't feel like it had been

shaved, it

was more like it had never existed, there was no roughness or nubbies.

While

you were examining yourself, the door to your room opened, you grabbed the

sheet and pulled it up to cover your body. It was The Mistress, "how nice

to

see you awake" she said as she entered the room."I hope that you had a

nice

sleep, now before you try to ask any questions let me tell you that you

may as

well forget any idea that you had about escaping, that would be

impossible,

for there are guard everywhere. Besides where would you go? the life that

you

knew as Carl no longer exists there is only a new life starting as

Carolyn,

already the procedures have started, the hair removal is only a beginning,

while you were asleep we also started with the hormonal injections that

will

soon be showing some effect with the natural development of your breasts

and

later after we have taught you all that we can about being a women we will

be

doing some cosmetic surgery, such as breast implants and possibly, you

might

even get enough into my favor to receive a cunt.

   The next few months where a joy and a trial for you. A joy in the

fact

that you learned the sensual pleasure of wearing women's clothing, the

variety

and textures but it was also a trial in that in the beginning you fought

so

hard against becoming a women and the suffering and humiliation from the

others because you wouldn't except your new role. And then when you

finally

decided that you couldn't fight it any longer and that the Mistress had

been

correct and that there was no escaping her. You had the problem of trying

to

wear high heeled shoes and walking in them. The different ways of putting

on

makeup, so that you didn't look like a sea hag or a hooker on her first

trick.

It was hard to unlearn the habits of 30 odd years but you had the added

incentive of desperately wanting to be in the Mistress' favor. The final

test

after finally accomplishing all of these goals was to go back to that

restaurant and present yourself to the public and to the employees there ,

as

a women. To pass completely, with no more longing or backward glances of

what

it was to be a man, not now or ever would you think of yourself as Carl,

the

man you used to be, you are now and forever Carolyn. And needless to say

quite

happy to be you.

   A word of warning to those macho men out there if you should ever

enter

a restaurant that has pink and rose decor with lacy curtians you had best

beware, if by chance you are a tv, then I congratulate you on finding your

hearts desire.