Tgirl

The year is 2044. My name is Robert. I am 26. Light brown hair. Dark
brown eyes. 5' 9", 122 pounds. I work for a supercomputer research and
development firm. Like many young men at the leading edge of
technology, I am transgendered. My counselor is Dr. Elizabeth Paris.
Under her confidence and trust, I have told her all my feelings and
fantasies in exact detail. She knows I want to become a shemale.

The insightful Dr. Paris has been extremely helpful and supportive. She
introduced me to many of her TG colleagues and patients, and guided me
through all my options. I made the call to "Stages", a highly
recommended transgender treatment centre in Holland. They needed
authorization to examine my counseling files, including Dr. Paris'
notes. I agreed.

Three weeks passed. Elizabeth was delighted when she talked to me about
my decision. She surprised me by saying the one year Real Life Test as
a woman would be waived in my case, since a quick transition was
approved by the Stages staff. Financing and company leave were
arranged, and I was placed on the waiting list.

The next Saturday morning, while taking my shower, the bathroom door
banged open. A muscular man, I can only describe him as a bounty-hunter
type, slid and slammed the shower door open. I withdrew to the tiled
wall, but he grabbed me by the hand and immediately twisted my arm back
to make me helpless. He turned off the shower then cuffed me. The
metal was chilled.

"All right, girl, your time has come.", he said with contempt. I was
terrified, but found myself becoming more and more erect. No other man
had seen my penis before.

Without drying me, he put a black cloth bag over my head and tightened
its drawcord. Naked, I was led out my door to the apartment hallway. I
heard him lock and close the heavy metal door.

"Hmmmph. Not even a fighter. What a faggot.", he said.

He lifted me over his shoulder and I felt us bouncing down the three