The Hunt: Part-6, Forced Feminized: Mtf: Crossdressing Story 💗

 

SUNDAY - DAY 2

Saturday evening and Sunday passed as expected. Tina took advantage of the peace and quiet and the fact that John was sedated. She plucked and shaped his eyebrows. When she finished they looked much more natural, for a girl. There wasn't much else she could do for the moment.

 

MONDAY - DAY 3

Monday morning brought Margaret, rested and anxious to get started with her new charge. "I feel terrible that I wasn't here to help this weekend. You should have called."

"Don't be silly. You were planning that trip for weeks. We couldn't spoil that for you." Margaret made a wonderful nurse for Tina's and Connie's special charges. She had worked for years on the pediatrics wards of hospitals and when she was accused of carelessness in the accidental death of an infant, she was shattered. The hospital administration made sure that her career in nursing was over. It devastated her.

When, through Doc, she was offered this opportunity to go on caring for baby's, even in this way, she jumped at the chance. It was the male administrator of the hospital that had discredited her and this was sort of her way of getting back at men. Margaret took great pleasure in her duties.

Tina and Margaret were there, standing over the crib waiting for the sedative to wear off.

John came out of it slowly. He fought us way up from the depths of unconsciousness. As he neared the surface of awareness he opened his eyes. Realization flowed back to him as he looked into the face of Tina. The other woman, a grandmotherly type, he didn't recognize.

John tested his muscles only to be disappointed. No response came from the messages his brain sent out.

"Well good morning." Tina said cheerfully. "How's our little girl this morning?" She knew no answer would be forthcoming.

"Poor thing looks so unhappy lying there all wrapped up in her bandages."

"She doesn't feel anything Margaret." Tina reminded her.

"I know but she looks so pitiful." Margaret brushed his hair out of his eyes.

God! He hated being treated this way. Now this old woman wanted to mother him. He was just as upset about being called 'she'. He was not a girl and he would never act like one for them, no matter what they did to him.

"Margaret, I'd like to introduce you to Laura. Laura, this is your nurse, your nanny and your new fiend, Margaret."

Tina realized she was getting ahead of herself. "I almost forgot. We've decided on a lovely new name for you. We can't keep calling you Johnny." They had taken a vote and Tina's idea for his new name won out. "Your new name is Laura, Laura Cabbot. We're going to create a whole new identity for you. It will take you a little while to get used to it but you will, in time."

"Why don't we begin by washing your hair and giving you a nice bath." Tina suggested, stroking his head. "That'll make you feel better."

They put him into their modified wheelchair. Straps across his chest, above his bandages, were to keep him from falling out.

She backed the low chair up to the sink in the bathroom and with his head back, Tina washed and conditioned his hair.

Then she told him, "I'm just going to lighten it a little. I think you'll like it." She gave him a rinse. His brown hair was now a few shades lighter and it suited him.

She drew his hair into pigtails, fastened with white bows. "There Laura, that should make you more comfortable and it will keep your hair out of your face." Tina stroked his cheek, smiling.

He couldn't see what she had done but he could imagine. If only he could get his hands around her throat.

"Now we'll have a nice sponge bath." It had been a few days since he had been washed. It was not a simple matter to wash a grown man in a wheelchair but she managed.

It was humiliating to be treated this way. She rubbed lotion all over him after she dried him off. There was no spot on his entire body that she missed.

"Don't you feel better now, all nice and clean and soft?" It was a lot of work. It was no wonder they had Margaret to do these things on a daily basis.

"Margaret, are you ready to begin Laura's electrolysis?" Tina asked, calling out to her in the bedroom.

"I just finished setting up. Ready when you are." She called back.

Tina wheeled him out. "What do you think?"

Margaret clapped her hands in delight, smiling at him. "Oh Laura, your hair looks lovely."

Tina wheeled him back to the crib, where Margaret waited. "Now you just go on and leave us. We have hours worth of work to do to make Laura look pretty." Margaret had become very proficient with the needle but it would still take her days to rid him of his beard forever.

"Ok, I'll check back with you later. Yell if you need anything."

She hadn't shown him what he looked like but he could almost imagine. The condescending way they treated him was driving him crazy. Just the thought of them coloring and putting his hair in pigtails repulsed him.

He was back in the crib now, looking at the old woman. She had turned his head to her and there was a device in her hand. John knew what electrolysis was and he knew its effect was permanent. What he didn't know was how painful it was going to be.

John hardly felt the tiny needle enter his cheek but when the woman electrified it, it sent a burning sensation through the whole side of his face. He wanted to pull away but couldn't. He laid there for hours while the woman worked on his lip. John tried to imagine what it would be like never to be able to grow a beard or mustache again. He couldn't.

Margaret worked quickly. She had gotten a great deal of practice since taking the electrolysis class over two years ago. Her deftness continued to improve. Zapping one hair every six seconds was easy for her now.

It would probably take her the whole week, working about six hours a day, to completely rid this boy of his unwanted hair. Margaret was a patient woman but relentless when challenged.

John wished he could escape into sleep but the constant probing would not let him.

There wasn't much Tina could do with him as long as he had the bandages on and he still had hair on his face. For the next few days they would feed him intravenously. Then, diluting the muscle relaxant so he had some functions, they would start to feed him by bottle.

With his ability to suck on a bottle would come his ability to talk. Tina was sure that this one would be uncooperative. They all were to some degree but this one was going to be difficult. He was so pushy and belligerent before, he was bound to be quite vocal. Tina would discuss with the others, finding a way to keep it to a minimum, a way to force him to be more cooperative. She had an idea.

John's bladder was full and the constant needles being electrified in his skin did little to take his mind off the pressure. He just couldn't hold out any longer. He hadn't gone to the bathroom since the dinner with the bitch on Friday night. The fluids they were pumping into his arm didn't help.

He thought he could hold back moving his bowels indefinitely but when the warmth of his urine filled the diaper, he couldn't help himself and let go involuntarily.

Margaret took a break around one to have lunch with Tina.

"How's it going?" Tina asked as she placed the chicken salad platter on the table in front of Margaret and sat down.

"That salad looks delicious, thank you. It's going fine. I finished his upper lip. I'll probably have to go back in a few days and get the few that I'm sure I missed but that's not bad for one morning." Margaret was pleased with herself.

"Oh, by the way. He soiled his diaper a few minutes ago. I thought I'd leave it alone until after lunch."

"Very good." Tina liked the way Margaret handled that. "That'll give him something to think about. The more helpless and dependent he feels, the better."

"That's what I thought." Said Margaret as she placed a fork full of the salad into her mouth.

The urine had turned cold and lying there in his own feces was a horrible feeling. He wanted to ask her to clean him up but he couldn't. Anything would be better than lying there in it. Surely she could smell it, he certainly could.

Margaret pretended not to notice at first. She sat down in her chair and picked up the needle as if to resume the electrolysis. "My, my. What's that I smell? She looked John in the eye. "Laura? Did you dirty your diaper sweetheart?" Margaret stood up. "I think Aunt Margaret better have a look."

In a way, he was grateful. She took his legs out of the pajamas and removed the dirty diaper.

"What a good girl you are. We wondered how long you were going to hold back." Margaret called into the other room. "Tina, come see what our little girl has done."

Not that. It was bad enough having this old woman gawk at him but having the young, beautiful girl see him this way was so humiliating.

Tina responded quickly. She was waiting for Margaret to call her. "Laura, what a good girl." Tina stroked his head. "You're learning to cooperate beautifully. That makes me very happy." Tina could almost tell what he must be thinking by the look in his eyes. That didn't bother her in the least. A few weeks or so of being treated this way and he would welcome a change, any change.

Cooperating had nothing to do with it. He wished he could tell her that.

The old woman, Margaret, washed him with a warm wash rag and it felt good to be clean again.

Margaret put lotion on his bottom, explaining, "This is just so you don't get a rash sweetheart." Then she powdered him and put on a clean diaper. "Now doesn't that feel much better?"

The clean diaper was appreciated but not the lotion and powder. It made him smell like a baby. His objections went unspoken. The woman sat down and resumed the electrolysis.

At about five that afternoon, after almost nine hours of the tedious work, Margaret called it a day and cleaned up her equipment.

"Laura honey, you should take a nap. I'm sure you're exhausted too." Margaret put lotion on his lip and cheek, the areas that she had worked on. "That will help to make your skin less irritated Laura." Margaret rolled him over on his stomach. "Sleep tight."

He was exhausted. He didn't fight it. John fell asleep almost immediately.

Tina poured them both a glass of wine.

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"I noticed when I cleaned him up that his testicles seemed very small." Margaret thought that was curious.

"Oh, I meant to tell you. Doc injected him with something. Apparently they will disappear or at least be the size of small peas, perhaps as soon as tomorrow."

"They're almost that small now." Remarked Margaret.

"It's certainly going to make it much easier for Laura to wear his pretty panties. Especially after the hormones make his penis shrivel up too. Doc says that it will happen much quicker this time."

"That's wonderful." Margaret was delighted. That meant they'd have that much more time to teach him the things he'd need to learn, to become the feminine creature they intended him to be. When they checked him around eight that evening they found him still sleeping and dry. "He's going to try to hold back and not soil himself again." Margaret commented in a whisper.

"I know. I'll add the mild laxative to his IV. By morning he won't be able to hold back any more. We'll only have to do it for a few days, until he gets used to going in his diaper."

They left him sleeping. If he woke in the night, they were not aware of it. The open intercom to the nursery was only a formality since he could not call out.

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