Katie's Journey Ch. 04

When I wake up, I am back in my room. I am lying down again, and the sheet is once more draped around me. I am bound, gagged and disoriented.

The rhythmic whoosh whoosh of the machine is back and it's hypnotic recurrence makes me sleepy, causing me to doze off and wake up every few minutes. Or maybe it's hours. It's impossible for me to say at this point.

As the minutes and hours pass, I find myself less groggy. I want to scream, but my mouth is full of ball, so I know it's useless. Looking around, I take stock of the room. There is a dresser to my right, the same color and shape as the one in the light pink room. On top of the dresser is a photograph which I can't make out. The television in the ceiling is still playing. Image after image flashes by, but I am still too groggy and disoriented to make heads or tails of anything I see. I find that if a close my eyes, then open and close them really fast, I can see just one image for a moment. I do this several times, and each time the image is different. It's always girls or women, but never in lewd situations. Always clothed and doing normal, everyday stuff.

To my left are a chair and a stool. There are no windows, no pictures on the wall, and the room smells clean, of disinfectant.

I hear the door open, and the click of heels on the tile floor. Dr. Landau again.

"Good morning, Katie," she says.

As soon as she calls me Katie, the events of the previous day flood back into my mind. The hair brushing, my attempt to speak, my smokey voice, the giant man with the huge penis fucking that woman in my room, and his cock - his magnificent cock - on my lips. As I ponder that adjective, "magnificent", I suddenly remember the mirror. The woman in the plaid skirt and t-shirt walking towards me, as she adjusted her skirt, mirror in hand. Her smirk as she stood above me, and the big smile when she turned that mirror.

I passed out as soon as the mirror reflected my image. I'd like to think it was a trick of the mind, but now my memory is crystal clear; I can't shake the image.

When she turned the mirror, a rather attractive young woman stared back. Of course, all I could see was the head - my body was covered by a sheet - but I knew even then. This wasn't some trick of the light. It wasn't make-up and a wig. The brush going through my hair wasn't brushing a wig - the brush brushed my scalp and my hair. The eyes that stared back at me where mine. The face, belonged to a young girl. No more than 22 or 23 years old. Half my age.

I looked at Dr. Landau as the realization came upon me. The feeling on my chest, the tight wrapping, the heat emanating from my groin, none of it had ever felt like that before. None of the parts that I was feeling were mine. Yet there was no mistaking what I felt. Pressure on my chest. A lack of something vital below the waist.

Dr. Landau simply stared at me, as I struggled with the realization of what I was facing. She had a wry smile on her face and seemed to be doing more than just observing me. As my face contorted, the memories causing me pain and worry and more pain, she scribbled on her clip-board, noting my reactions.

"Katie," she continued as she finished writing on the clip-board, "Today is going to be a very busy day. for you, dear. I am sure you have a million questions, but again I must ask you to be quiet but you will allow me to explain at my own pace. I also have to examine you physically, so we will be removing you from the machine again, and I will be examining you from head to toe."

Dr. Landau moved around me, pressed some buttons on the machine that I now realized actually contained my body, and the whoosh whoosh stopped. The machine opened up, like a suntan bed, or a coffin. I attempted to lift my hands, but they were still bound.

Dr. Landau continued pressing buttons on the machine, and then removed the gag from my mouth.

"I am removing the mouth restraint, but you are still not to talk," she said.

As if to punctuate that order, the huge man from the previous day opened the door, walked in and stood next to me. He was dressed the same as the other day, making me think that maybe my days were confused. Belts across his chest. A crotchless thong, and a cock ring around his enormous cock and balls. I could not take my eyes off of his cock. It's veins pulsing, as he stood arms crossed across his chest. I looked at him and I could see him staring into my eyes, a smirk on his face.

Reaching down, he grabbed his cock at its base, and gave stroked it once, producing a large drop of pre-cum. Dr. Landau was turned so she did not see, or perhaps did not care that it was happening. The mountain of a man walked to me and smeared the pre-cum dollop directly across my lips.

Again, my groin was instantly on fire. I licked my lips involuntarily and tasted his pre-cum. It was sweet and a little bitter at the same time. I could feel a strange warmth between my legs. I felt excited, dirty, hot, and confused. I knew I was turned on, but I also knew that every nerve in my body should be repulsed by this act. I was not gay. I played pretend on-line, sure, but it was all fantasy. Yet here I was getting hard... no wait... not getting hard... getting hot. And suddenly, panic set in.

Dr. Landau saw the panicked look on my face and came to me.

"I think it's time now," she began. "Katie" she said as she stroked my head and hair, "the first thing you need to wrap that pretty little brain around, is that you are not who you think you are. Not anymore" She moved to the dresser, picked up the framed photograph and moved back to my side. She placed the photograph in front of my face.

"The man you see in this picture died in a tragic boating accident. Unfortunately, his body has not been recovered," she continued. "The family mourned, but now they have moved on with their lives. Your past self is no more."

I was dumbfounded. I was staring at a picture of me and my family, taken a month before the van pulled up in the parking lot. We were on a beach, the kids wet from the ocean, my wife looking at me with a look of annoyance, or disdain... and me, standing 6'2", bronzed from the sun, looking happy and smug.

I remember that day, and that picture, as it were yesterday. We went to the beach with some friends and their kids. Minutes before the picture had been taken, we had returned from a trip to the public toilets, where I had "convinced" my wife to give me a quick blow job before going back. Perhaps convinced wasn't the best word for it... where I forced her to suck me off, may be a better way of putting it. At first, she said no. Several times. But I insisted, despite her insistence that she didn't want to "suck your sand-covered cock."

In the end, my persistence paid off - it didn't hurt that I was much stronger and bigger than she was. I followed her into the ladies room and when she sat down on the toilet topee, I walked in, dropped my pants and forced my cock in her mouth. She tried to resist, to push away, but then realized I wasn't going to take no for an answer. I let her suck me for a minute, before that feeling started to bubble up in my balls. And then, not caring about what I was doing to whom, I fucked her throat until I came hard.

"Fuck," she said as I finally allowed her to pull off my cock. She spit out whatever cum she hadn't been forced to swallow. "Yuck," she said. "I really wasn't in the mood to swallow. Thanks a lot!"

I smirked, kissed her gently and said "No, thank YOU".

"Fuck you." she replied. "You think that was funny? I didn't want to suck your cock and you made me," she continued. She dabbed her pussy with a couple of sheets of toilet paper, pulled up her bikini bottoms and roughly scooted past me. As she washed her face I couldn't help but to admire her cleavage. She was petite, but had huge boobs. Her bikini tightly hugged her butt, slightly indenting in the crease. She picked at it, and I started to get hard again. I couldn't help myself. As she rinsed her mouth out, I walked up to her from behind, hugged her tight, squeezed her tits and said "Oh, I'm sorry baby. Please forgive me. Don't be mad". I pushed my hardening dick into the small of her back.

"Mad?" She replied. "You practically raped my mouth!" She was angry, and my hands fondling her tits while I humped her back, put her over the edge. She pushed me away and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to adjust my fly, wash my face and blow a kiss to the hot guy in the mirror. As she called me an "asshole" all I could think was "life is good."

Dr. Landau was still speaking, but I had missed most of what she said. I was still back on that beach, but snapped out of it when I felt hands behind my back, gently raising me to a sitting position. When I sat up, I became dizzy again. My feet, which I could now see, looked small, and dainty. I was still covered by a sheet, so I could only see my feet and ankles.

"We are going to undress you now." Dr. Landau said, and I couldn't help but think there was a hint of amusement in her voice. She, too, was beautiful. Her hair was tightly wrapped in a bun, and she wore ruby red lipstick, a lab coat, a black pencil skirt and high heels over stockinged feet. Her hands were manicured with matching ruby-red polish.

The man-mountain stepped up to me and brought me to my feet. As I stood, a full-length mirror lowered from the ceiling, until it stood directly opposite me. I knew what I was looking at but still I was having trouble wrapping my mind around it. There I stood. I raised a hand, and the image waved back. I scratched my head and the reflection scratched hers. I turned my head one way, then the other, and she mirrored my movements.

I touched my lips, my face, my eyes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I stood no more than 5'4" or so. My hair was long, and chestnut brown. My face was that of a young woman. I could still see some of my old self in that face, and the woman staring back at me in the mirror reminded me of my cousin Lori, back home. The resemblance was there. The eyes. The eyebrows, especially. I could not see my body yet, as the sheet was draped, but that too soon changed. The man unwrapped my body from the sheet, but I was still wrapped in gauze, from the neck down. Over the course of the next hour, the man and Dr. Landau slowly and carefully removed every last piece of gauze, taking time to pinch or squeeze me in various places, scratch out some notes on the clip-board and then turning back to the task at hand.

The woman staring back at me in the mirror was now nude. She stood at attention, hands at her side, eyes fixated on me. And mine on her.

I touched my new breasts with my hands. They were big and felt heavy. I've seen hundreds of breasts in my life-time, but I couldn't tell you how big these were. If I had to guess, maybe a double D. Maybe an E. Hard to tell since I didn't know how tall I was,or how much I weighed. My breasts stood out, at attention, as young breasts often do, despite their large size. My areolas were medium size, the size of silver dollars, and my nipples jutted out hard, like pencil erasers. I pinched my right nipple simply to feel, and a not-so-unpleasant electric shock went from my nipple directly to my pussy.

My hand moved to my tummy, flat, firm, yet soft. My hips had obviously widened. The thought child baring hips popped into my mind. I had a perfect hourglass figure. The mound between my legs was shaved, but for a small landing strip above my slit, the only evidence that the woman in the mirror was post-pubescent.

I reached down and felt my pussy for the first time. It was warm to the touch, and wet. I wasn't feeling particularly turned on, but I couldn't help but touch myself. With Dr. Landau and the mountain looking on, I squatted a little, and used my fingers to spread my pussy lips. I looked at the vulva, the labia. I spread my lips and looked for my clit. When I touched it for the first time, I was amazed. Just a slight touch felt like pre-orgasm as a guy. I could feel myself getting wetter as I looked at the pink pussy in the mirror. I had an urge to touch myself more, but Dr. Landau finally spoke up.

"OK, that's enough for that now. Please put your hands down, sit in the chair, cross your legs and listen. Because I am not going to repeat myself. Welcome to your new life." She said.

I looked at her and despite being afraid of what would happen, I decided t speak.

"Why" was all that the terrified little girl who spoke was able to say, before the mountain slapped her hard in her face.

"Shut the fuck up, cunt," he growled. "You listen to the doctor and keep your whore mouth shut, or I will put something in there that will guarantee your fucking silence, got it?" As he asked this question he moved close to me, holding his turgid cock in his right hand. I could smell his bad breath, and see rot in his teeth.

His huge, muscular body glistened with a sheen of sweat, and I could smell sex on his skin. I glanced down to see his huge member becoming more erect. He saw me notice, and chortled.

"Yeah, I know you want this cock. I can see you drooling at the thought of this tool in your tight cunt" he continued. I stared back in his eyes, terrified of the man, and what he could do to me if he only wanted to. I knew that if he wanted to he could do whatever he wanted, and no one could stop him. I was feeling true fear for the first time in my life.

Suddenly, I heard a loud buzzing sound and the man started to shake, and to foam at the mouth.

"Enough" said Dr. Landau, sternly. The man stepped back and I realized that I had just witnessed the doctor control the mountain, using an electric dog collar. He stepped back meekly and gruffly mumbled "sorry".

Dr. Landau stepped up to me. I sat naked, shivering, legs crossed and arms crossed across my new tits, barely covering the nipples, let alone the big boobs I was trying to hide.

"Why, indeed?" she said to me. "Funny you should ask..."

To be continued.