I thanked her and sat down beside Denise, clutching my purse in my hand. I was wearing my standard black slacks and pink top…officewear…and had applied my typical office makeup. It was all I really how to do.
I chuckled at my reflection in the mirror. I realized that I already looked rather feminine… quite feminine in fact. Was there really anything else that the Doctor could do?
Another person appeared behind me in the mirror…smiling, “Do you like what you see Gwen?” the person asked.
I turned around to face Doctor Conrad, “I…I…don’t know Doctor…” I said. I was feeling so very confused by all of this.
“Show us what you have in mind for my little doll Doctor” Denise cut right to the point.
“Come around over to this side,” he said to her, motioning for her to come around his desk to view his computer screen, “You want to show ‘her’ too?” he asked.
Denise looked over at me with an evil smile, “Oh no…I want it to be a surprise for her…”
“It’ll be almost the same as I showed you for Chrissy,” he smiled as he began to show her what was in store for me. Occasionally she would say something like ‘make these bigger’ and ‘do these’.
I blushed and sat quietly.
What else could I do?
“Are you okay Gwen?” he would ask.
I would blush again, thinking to myself… what the hell is the matter with me?? But all I would say is “Yes Doctor,” as I looked up to Denise as if afraid to say anything else.
He booked me in for surgery the following week.
I had no idea what I had agreed to let him do…but I was sure it wouldn’t be too drastic … would it?
-*-
The surgery happened without any problems.
Or so I was told.
Truth was I didn’t remember much of it.
I remember lying on a gurney waiting for my anesthetic to kick in. Sherry, who was apparently the clinic’s anesthetist ( who’d have thought? ) had instructed me to count backwards from ten…and by the time I got to six, I blanked out.
My first memory of waking up, was finding my face and chest wrapped tightly in white gauze bandages, and of me thinking…how am I going to get home like this??
“I look like a monster!” I cried when I saw my swollen bandaged face in the mirror.
“Don’t worry” the Doctor smiled, “After a couple of weeks of rest, Denise will get you all painted up and you’ll be as pretty a peacock” he winked.
“Or a doll,” I heard Sherry chuckle. The Doctor grinned and nodded in agreement.
I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but I knew that I’d find out soon enough though.
I was brought home by Denise, and cared for in my room by Julie for the following fourteen days, after which the Doctor dropped by to remove my wrappings.
“She needs another week…” he said, “Just like Chrissy.”
Just like Chrissy? I wondered to myself. Had they done something to him too?
I would find out a week later.
Denise had Nancy the stylist over to the house to prepare me for my ‘debut’. I hadn’t seen a mirror in over three weeks, so I could barely recall what I had looked like before – in my already feminized state.
But when she was finished with me, I knew the change would be substantial.
Once she was done with me, she left to go work on Chris. Denise called me into the living room and had me sit quietly on the sofa to wait for ‘Chrissy’s’ grand entrance. I could tell by the look on Denise’s face that she was more than pleased with the way I looked, but aside from my vantage point – looking straight down at the outfit I had been placed in – I had no idea what I looked like.
After about two hours of anxious waiting I heard the tell-tale clicks of high-heeled shoes that foretold of Chris’ impending entrance. Once he rounded the corner, my jaw hit the floor. It was Chris…or Chrissy…but a lot had changed since we had last seen each other.
Chris was dressed in a skimpy French Maid’s costume with a very low-cut top that gave a glimpse at his very ‘enhanced’ bosom. The skirt was uber-short and layered over lacy petticoats. His hair was now down to his shoulders and arranged in curly blonde ringlets. His face was near-white pale, with oversized glossy pink lips, long feathery lashes and bold blush on his cheeks.
In short, he looked like a porcelain doll-maid.
“Chris?” I gasped in a soft breathy voice as I stood up to approach him.
Chris turned his head in a curious way as if he wasn’t sure who I was, “Glen?” he whispered softly.
He was obviously as dumbfounded to see me as I was to see him, in our newly transformed
personas. I turned to where Denise had been standing and saw instead a full sized mirror on a stand, with Denise standing proudly beside it.
Both Chris and I turned to see our new selves revealed for the first time.
I gasped at my reflection. I couldn’t believe what Denise had done to me.
My face had been softened and remade in the perfect feminine form. My mouth and breasts had been overly augmented, especially my lips, which had been inflated into an over-sized pout and painted with a slick, glossy pink that made me look like some kind of human doll. My near-white face proved to be a perfect contrast to my boldly blushed cheeks and over-done eyes…complete with extra-long feathery black false lashes.
I was dressed in a pink micro-mini with a snug fitting lacey top that hid my much-larger breasts to some degree. The short skirt had two layers of white petticoats underneath it, and gave ample view of the tops of my new white fish-net stocking tops.
My familiar pink platform pumps and hoop earrings, along with a new pink leather choker and multiple dangling bracelets finished my look.
“My god,” Chris and I gasped at the same time.
“My little maid Chrissy and her dolly friend Gwen are the perfect pair…don’t you think?” Denise smiled.
“Was this your plan the whole time??” I exclaimed.
“Not at all,” she chuckled, “But once I started to see how beautiful my husband looked as a girl…I just couldn’t stop.” She smiled at Chris. He lowered his eyes again shamefully.
“And once I saw that you would make an equally delicious dolly-girl…I just had to have you both together.”
“Does Julie know?” I asked shamefully.
“It’s no longer her concern Gwyneth dear,” Denise smiled with a wicked glint in her eye, “And besides that…” she paused as if the words were causing her to become aroused, and she wanted to savour the moment, “She’s off at Doctor Conrad’s as-we-speak…getting an update, if you will” I gasped loudly.
“It’s like I’m a little girl again, playing with my many dolls, dressing them up…and making them sooo pretty.” she winked at me, “Just you wait and see how pretty she’s going to be!”
The words sent a chill down my spine, as I realized that my wife…my former wife…had now been reduced to the same level as Chris and I…to the level of Denise’s playthings.
And worse – there was nothing we could do.
-*-
In the weeks the followed, it became very apparent that Mistress Denise (as we were to refer to her as) was no ordinary woman. She worked very hard in the City in her executive role, but when she came home, she wanted to play with her dolls…Chrissy, Gwen and Jewel as she now referred to my one-time spouse as.
Julie had since returned and recovered from her ‘modifications’ at the hands of Doctor Conrad, and had been transformed from a stern and proud woman to mere sex object, like Chris and I before her.
With over-sized breasts, and pouty cock-sucking lips…Jewel was kept dressed in slutty attire, while Chris remained the Maid, and I … the Doll. Mistress had restyled my hair and died it a reddish pink – whilst Julie’s once lustrous brown mane had been bleached to pale platinum that cascaded over her shoulders and down to her back.
Denise would have us prance around, and ‘satisfy’ her…and e
ach other, on her command, when we weren’t doing the menial tasks of running the household.
Over the weeks that passed, we all talked less and less about our old lives and of escaping from Denise’s rule. Instead we settled into our new roles…our new lives as her toys.
Life became much simpler for everyone that way.
And it was all exactly as she…my neighbor, had planned.
The End
Document Outline
My Neighbor’s Secret Plan
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Part Two
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Part Three
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Part Four
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Part Five
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