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have been made from metal. Suddenly “Jason” realized… they actually
were metal.

She was amazed that anyone could even stand in them, let alone walk
around. But the maid continued to defy gravity, remaining upright,
although she had to constantly shift her feet for balance, like a
ballerina on point.

All too soon, the mysterious Mr. Dodds returned, saying, “Now, my
children, I’d like to show you what I’ve been working on.” He released
“Jason”, re-tightening her harness. Snapping a lead to each of their
collars, he led them to the basement stairs….
Jason awoke in a slight stupor. His tongue felt thick, and his eyes
were gummy with sleep. Unknown to him, he had been made to sleep for
eleven hours, while Mr. Dodds’ completed his preperations. As he
stared bleary- eyed around his room, he noticed how everything, the
light from the window, the reflections from various objects in the
room, had acquired a crystalline clarity, an almost dreamlike
super-reality. For a moment, he wondered if he were still sleeping.

He noticed, too that something was stuffed in his mouth, and his head
and face felt odd when he touched them. He realized he was wearing
some kind of rubber hood with open eyes, and nose holes for breathing.

He felt himself become aroused, but the sensation seemed somehow
incomplete, just a general warming in the vicinity of his crotch.

The next thing he noticed as he swung his legs over the bedside was an
odd sensation of numbness that enveloped his body. When he
absentmindedly scratched his crotch, something rang his alarm bells and
he looked down… …and nearly fainted with shock. I’m dreaming, he
thought, I’ve gotta be dreaming. For framing the view of his belly were
two magnificent breasts and the swell of womanly hips was visible below
them. He stumbled, in a daze, to the long dressing mirror. The view
that greeted him there rocked him to his core. He was a woman. From
his shapely legs up past the nude mons veneris, his gaze swept upwards,
over the wide hips and surprisingly small waist, to his amazing
breasts. They had no right to be there, but denying them didn’t make
them go away. And worse, his face was not his own. He knew that
heavily made-up feminine face in the mirror from somewhere. Then he
remembered. His first night with Flora and Mandy. It was the rubber
false face mask Flora had worn that first night. Combined with what
must surely have been a wig, it gave him a quite feminine and natural,
if expressionless, woman’s face, with a pouting mouth and long lashes.

His gaze returned to the breasts pointing at him from the mirror. How
is this possible? he wondered. Hmm… about a ‘D’ cup, thought Jason
to himself, and nicely shaped, too.

He fondled them a moment, feeling already stiff nipples under his
slightly numb fingers, but no sensation in the breasts. They were
numb, senseless. That’s odd, he thought- Mandy says her breasts are
quite sensitive. Well… if this is a dream, I don’t want to wake
up. I want to know what this is really like… strange… why do I
feel so seperated from my body? This is more like a drug trip than a
dream. He had no idea how close I was to the truth.

Jason would never have admitted it to anyone, even Mandy, his first
love, but he had always had transexual fantasies. The reason was not
so much that he enjoyed women’s clothes, but rather that he wanted to
BE a woman, at least temporarily, to feel what a woman feels. He had
always suspected that their bodies felt much more sensual to their
owners, and he was certain they enjoyed sex more than most men. He
didn’t want to just get into women’s pants, he wanted their bodies.

Now that he had one, he didn’t quite know what to do with it.

“Ahem,” said a voice.

Jason nearly jumped out of his skin! He turned to see Mr. Dodds
…End of the part61. To be continued..