Hindsight
Hindsight
They say that hindsight is a marvellous thing, and so very true. Had I
been paying attention more closely then I would not be in the position I am
now. Is that a good thing or bad thing I hear you ask, well dear reader I will
leave that up to you.
It all started two years ago, when I was unfortunate to lose my job. I went through all the right channels, applied for many positions, but given the state of the market, and the amount of people looking I was not successful. After one year on state benefit, you are obliged to take up either a state training course, or state funded employment. I was sent to ‘Label Lamadame’, where I had been provided with some short term work suitable to my skills.
I arrived there as requested on the Monday, and was quickly ushered in. As per the brief I was supplied, I would be required to remain in the complex at all times until the end of the assignment, at the minimum, all uniforms, training, nourishment and personal quarters would be provided for.U pon entering, I was asked to remove all clothing, bar my underwear, and stand against a machine in the adjacent room so that I could be examined for weight/ height, vital statistics, etc so that a personal diet could be created. I was the given a white robe, and asked to wait for a few minutes whilst my chip was being created, which was to be inserted into the back of my left hand. This I was told would allow me access to the various sectors I had permission to go to, it was also to be used, when I was getting my meals specifically designed for me to maintain my ideal weight, amongst other things, and contained my personal details.
After about five minutes I was called into the next room, and handed my uniform. When I looked inside all I saw was a grey pinafore style dress with pink piping, a pair of semi-opaque tights, a pair of pink/white knickers, and a pair of shoes with a modest 2.5 inch heel. You can imagine my response, “I think there is some mistake here, these are girl’s clothes and I am not a girl”, “But your name is Frances, is it not” came the reply. “Yes Francis, F-r-a-n-c-i-s” I said. “Oh Dear ! , they have done it again, they have you down as F-r-a-n-c-e-s, and this work facility is for young ladies only. You should have been sent across town to the men’s one. Unfortunately now you are booked in, you can’t just walk out, we will have to arrange a transfer for you, but until then, you will have to stay here” the staffer said. “ And how long will a transfer take ?”. “Well last time it took a month, but that was longer than was expected”. “A month?!, you expect me to walk around here dressed as a girl for a month”. “No, don’t be silly, we would not expect you to walk around for a month, you will be assigned special quarters until your transfer comes through, you won’t have to see anyone unless you want to.”
This should have set alarm bells ringing in my ears at his stage, but the shock of my predicament had not sunk in, and it would be several weeks before I realised what had happened. ( like I mean I have just entered a women’s facility been examined as though I were female, and given a diet to attain ideal weight ).
Reluctantly I took the bag of clothes and went into the changing room,
and got dressed, when I came out, the staffer complimented me on how well I
looked ( for a man), in the clothes. I was then led to my designated quarters,
which were, yes in a pale pink colour, with satin bedding, a small vanity table
against one wall with various bits of make-up and so forth. In the closet was a
number of similar styled uniforms to mine, with some other informal clothes,
undergarments and footwear. None of it could be mistaken for menswear. I was
left alone then to get settled. A document by the wall gave the timetable of
meals, and how I was to access my meals by swiping my chip against the panel
beside the food hatch. Meals were four times a day, and I could access drinks
at any stage.
As it was time to eat, I swiped the panel, and my ‘meal’ was delivered,
it consisted of four pills, one pale pink, one pale blue which I was told were
both vitamins, and two others which were supposedly dehydrated meals. I now
know the pink and blue pills were NOT vitamins.
The following morning, after I had breakfast, I was shown to my workstation. When I sat down I felt very uncomfortable, as the chair was built funny. The only way I could sit down in any comfort was if I sat bolt upright, with my legs swept to one side, and one leg dangling over the other’s knee.
The first two weeks went by in a blur, to be honest I barely remember
any of it. At this point I had to go for a follow up weigh in and check up, to
see if my nutritional needs were being met, so whilst my chip was being
updated, so too was my wardrobe ( unbeknownst to me, my clothes were replaced
by ones slightly shorter, and slightly smaller). I did note though that my
waist had already dropped by an inch since I arrived, and hips had grown by
almost the same.
It was around this time that the mind control / brainwashing started to kick in, though I was oblivious to it. About two days after the medical check up, one of the staffers dropped by on the pretence of fixing something. Two days later she dropped by again , and I asked whether she thought legs were more sexy without hair, to which she naturally said yes, and I asked what about armpits, again she said yes, and I finally asked about pubic hair, and she said she things it best when girls trim rather than shave. That night during my bath, I took a razor to my body hair and defrizzed. The smooth feeling of my now naked legs felt so right, and made sliding my tights on so much easier, not to mention how nice it was lying on my satin sheets.
Again a few days later, she dropped by again on the pretence, and left. When it came to my next check up at the end of week four ( I had lost nearly another two inches on the waist and gained on the hips, but also in the bust), I asked if there was anywhere that I could get my nails done, given that they looked a bit untidy. I was shown into the beauty salon on site, and had half inch extensions applied with a frosted pink gel coating to my fingernails, whilst my toes were painted in gold.O nce again when I returned my clothes sizes had changed, but so too had the shoes, they were now closer to four inch heels. padded bras now appeared in the underwear section.I was now being allowed slightly freer access, in that I could go to the gym and pool for an hour a day, and had access to personal recreational facilities, or at least what I thought were such. I later learned these were actually being shared by others in a similar predicament to myself.
Over the course of the next month the mind manipulation continued via subliminal messages played on repeat in my quarters on a low volume , whereby I asked to have my brows shaped and defined, I had my ears and belly button pierced I was now using the beauty products on the vanity table and my general mannerisms were taking on a distinctly more feminine slant during those two months my brown hair had grown down well past my shoulder blades, and was in need of a styling, when I came out, it had been ‘feathered’ and was now a honey blonde, I had asked to go blonde, but was told that it would take several sessions to go that colour.
By the end of the third month, at my next check up, I had gone from being a 5’8” 150lb guy with short brown hair, to being a 5’5” slim but toned 100lb girl with long blonde hair, with vitals 34C-28-36. I was barely recognisable from my former self, and to make matters worse I did not realise anything was wrong with me, and even if I did I was too far gone to be able to do anything about it. During the meeting I asked if anything could be done with my penis ( or at least what remained of it, I later learned those blue pills were in fact testosterone blockers, and the pink ones were as you probably guessed high dose oestrogen.) they assured me that when I got back there would be something suitable to hide it.
When I got back to my quarters, there was a box with ‘silicone pussy panty’ on it waiting for me, with instructions on how best to apply it, it was a tight squeeze getting it on and putting everything in place so to speak. Running my hands down my body I could not believe how ‘natural’ I now looked. I felt around for the seam of the panty, but could not locate it, it was as if it had been absorbed into my skin, I now had an actual pussy, but to be sure I gently rubbed my clitty, and got an instant sensation, that confirmed it, I was now a girl. I looked at my new body ( fully naked, except for my heels) in the mirror and had to admit that I was a knockout, with my long blonde hair, pert tits, curves in all the right places and long slender legs, hell any guy would fall over himself to be with me. I flopped back onto the bed to rest for a few minutes, but the sensation of the duvet against my naked new body, aroused me, and I spent the next fifteen minutes exploring, and pleasuring myself, unfortunately for me I only had my fingers to work with, and they were not long enough for proper penetration.W hen I was done, I cleaned up and then remembering that I had not yet checked on the changes to my wardrobe, I then eagerly ran to the closet to see my latest clothes. I let out a girlish squeal when I noticed that this time there were no pinafore uniforms, but several cocktail style short dresses, a couple of skirts both casual and business style, and pants, well very slim fitting ones. I grabbed some panties and a bra, then put on the pants, followed by a tight tee, and a pair of knee high boots.
Just then a door, I had not seen before opened, two individuals walked in and said, “Congratulations Frances, you are now free to move into the main facility, pack your things and be ready in one hour”
So for the last nine months I have been living my new life as Frances ( with an e), in this facility, well when I say a facility it is more like a mini city. Yes you have to do the job provided for you, your meals ( proper food) are provided for you, the vitamin ( I mean hormone) pills are also provided, however the doses are much less now, since the required changes have taken place.
I have been assigned an office job, Mondays through Thursdays, I am required to wear a business suit with 2.5 inch heels, so it is jacket and blouse with either trousers, or skirt with tights. I alternate between the two, whereas some women only choose either or. Fridays are ‘dress down ‘ days, and normally I am in my skinnies, with knee high boots, and hoodie. I keep my hair neatly tied up in a single pony tail, and wear light make up. I keep my nails well maintained too, I just love the clickety clack sound they make when they strike off the keyboards keys.At weekends, I love to let my hair down, literally, and spend the best part of the evening with the gals gossiping and getting ready before we hit the clubs in our ever so short and tight dresses and highest heels. Part of us knows we used to be guys, so in that score we know how to keep ourselves safe.My quarters have been tastefully ( to a fashion) decorated, plenty of pinks, soft furnishings. Multiple stuffed animals, and two soft live ones , my cats. My closet is full of clothes, and shoes, some of which I have never even worn, but what girl can resist a bargain, and you can never have too many shoes.
I have learned that nearly one quarter of female residents were formerly men, and have been transformed like I have in order to manage the country’s population outside of here. The other residents were long term jobseekers also. So why was I chosen ?, well it was not actually a mistake around me name, however that did make things slightly easier. What I didn’t realise was that in the first exam, they had checked my vital stats, and bone density etc, to see how quickly and to what extent the hormones would change my body. Apparently I was what they called the ideal specimen, as the changes would take easily, and the end result be almost impossible to distinguish from cis females. Officially I am the most female, male, to come out of the program, but that does not account for the changes to my mind, yes I was given subliminal messages, in terms of general appearance ( hair / make up / shaving etc), however the messages took hold quicker than expected, had deeper rooting, and the overall effect was more profound than normal. It was if deep down I wanted to become the girlie girl I now am.
The End
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