Part 2 is stand alone part. However, you may wish to read part 1 first, to get a better understanding of the eleven dimensional creatures, Karoscan-34 and Dratto-29.

1.

Interlude:

The next evening, Karoscan-34 and Dratto-29 entered Dratto's dormitory room. "So how is our subject doing, Dratto?"

"I did look in several times. Nothing much has been happening, the two universes have been running pretty much parallel to each other."

"Surely Jon must have been mistaken for John a few times."

"Yes, it did happen, but each time Jon's parents set things right. As you can see from the two universes, there is really no difference between them."

Karoscan looked at the display. "It seem there have been a few points of significant deviation."

"Hardly significant. Those are the points where Jon was mistaken for John. The number you see in front of each shows a small deviation, something which was corrected immediately. No, you may be right, after all, Karoscan. Jon is 22 years old now, going to the university and still there is no deviation between the two universes."

"Relax, Dratto, we still have 13 years more to go. Anything can happen in thirteen years. Let us just sit down and watch a while in real time."

Dratto got two glasses from his mini bar. He handed Karoscan a glass with ruby red drink in it.

"And what do we have here?"

"It is wine, another of the popular drink on earth." Dratto sat down besides him. Karoscan took a sip.

"Hmm, not bad. Certainly better than that foul concoction, the beer. However, when it comes to drinks, trimees have very strange tastes."

"Let's just watch, Karoscan."



Jon Smith looked at the letter in his hand with distaste. It started "Dear Mr. John Smith,". The Administration office had goofed up again, his name was again entered as John Smith. It had happened once before, just after he had entered the University. With a sigh, he phoned the administration office.

"Administrative Office, Mr. Stewart speaking."

"Hello, Mr. Stewart, my name is Jon Smith. That is J O N, Jon. Somebody has entered my name in your computer as John Smith, by mistake.

"Is that so? Well, we can take care of that. I assume you have some photo ID which has your name on it?"

"Sure, I have several. Driver's license, Passport, University ID card and more."

"Then there is no problem. You will have to come to the Administration Office, however. Wait a minute. I am leaving now and tomorrow I am going on vacation. Could you come to my house this evening? Then we will take care of it right there, I can make the change on the computer right in front of you. Otherwise it will be delayed by two days, since this is Friday evening."



Interlude :

Karoscan and Dratto looked at each other. "This is something different from the previous times. He is going to the Administrative Officer's house."

"So what? Mr. Stewart will probably make the change and that will be that, the two time streams will continue their identical journey. You win, Karoscan." Dratto replied.

"No, Dratto, this sounds different, to me at least. Let us keep watching in real time. We have already tried beer and wine. How about some coffee?"



That evening, Jon went to the house of Mr. Fred Stewart to fill out the appropriate forms. Fred himself opened the door.

"Come in, Jon. How are you? Have a seat and fill out these forms." He handed him two forms.

"Would you like anything to drink? A beer?"

"That would be nice. Thank you."

As he was filling out the forms, the door bell rang again. Fred admitted two attractive women, one was in her twenties, the other in her thirties.

"Come in, my dear, come in." He introduced them to Jon.

"Jon, this is Jane, my daughter" he indicated the younger woman "and this is Janice, her friend." He indicated the older woman.

"Jane has got a scholarship at The Cavendish Laboratory at Cambridge, England to study Polymer Physics. She is leaving tomorrow for England. Jane, this is Jon Smith."

"Jon, and not John?"

"No, it is Jon Smith. My father was named John, and so was my grandfather."

"So if you had been named John, you would have been John Smith the 3rd?" Jane inquired. "Well, yes. But you could say I am Jonathan Smith the 3rd."

"Now, my dear Jane, come sit beside your old man and talk to me." Fred said to his daughter.

"Oh, daddy." Jane was embarrassed. But she did sit down on the sofa besides her father.

Fred put his arm around her. "Now, Jane, don't be modest. You are a good girl, make your old man proud at Cambridge. Give me a kiss." He kissed her on the cheek.

"Daddy, please. This is embarrassing."

"I can't help it, dear. I love you so deeply. You will always be my little girl. Now you are going to spend the evening with me."

"But what about mom?"

"Who? Oh, her. Well, you can't be her little girl. This will be our secret." Fred had been divorced a few years ago and his wife lived across the town.

Jane got up. "Sorry, dad. I have to go and say good bye to mom. I will be back in a couple of hours and then we will make a night of it, I promise. Is it OK if I take your car?"

"Oh, all right. Party pooper. But don't be too long."

Jane went over to Janice and said to her "Well, good bye, Janice. Thanks for giving me a ride home ("Don't say 'ride', my dear, say 'lift'. Remember, you are going to England" Fred interjected). I will E mail you after I get to Cambridge."

Janice was in a reverie. She looked up, startled. "Eh, what? Yeah, good bye, dear." She said, hugging Jane.

Without anybody noticing, Janice was going through her own personal hell, while listening to the light hearted banter between Jane and her dad.

Janice had been sexually abused by her dad on a regular basis when she was a child. By coincidence, her father's name was Jonathan Smith the 3rd. He would always start the abuse session by proclaiming

"I am Jonathan Smith the 3rd" in a swaggering manner, indicating to her that he was invincible.

When Jon used this phrase, it triggered something inside her brain and she was back to her childhood. However, what put her in her own personal hell was the conversation that followed it. While the conversation between Jane and her dad was perfectly innocent, it held a very sinister connotation for Janice. Her dad used to have almost identical conversation with her. She mentally put herself (6-7 years old) in Jane's place, and her dad in Fred's place. The conversation was a mental agony to her, as if somebody poured hot molten lead in her ears.

"I am Jonathan Smith the 3rd."

"Now, my dear Jan, come sit beside your old man and talk to me." Janice's father said to her.

"Oh, daddy." Little Janice was embarrassed. But she did sit down on the sofa besides her father.

Her father put his arm around her. "Now, Jan, don't be modest. You are a good girl, make your old man proud. Give me a kiss." He kissed her on the lips.

"Daddy, please. This is gross." Little Janice said, wiping her lips with her small hand.

"I can't help it, dear. I love you so deeply. You will always be my little girl. Now you are going to spend the evening with me."

"But what about mom?"

"Who? Oh, her. Well, you can't be her little girl. This will be our secret."

In her mind, she experienced the whole abusive session (which used to happen sometimes with her mother in the house), including sexual penetration (and the intense pain afterwards), that used to follow similar conversation.

Something inside her snapped. She had suppressed most of the abuse until now, but now it erupted like a volcano. Her eyes were spouting fire. She was mad as hell and she wanted revenge for her abuse. However, her father had died a few years a go (leaving her a thriving auto parts business and substantial amount of money and other assets). Her eyes fixed on poor Jon. In her mind, Jon was a surrogate for her father and she would have her revenge on him. He would pay for her father's sins and pay dearly.

Jon finished filling out the forms and handed them to Fred. "OK, Jon, don't worry, I will put them through the system right now." Fred assured him, sitting down besides his computer.

"Thanks, Mr. Stewart. I guess I will head back. It is a fair bit of walk."

"Walk? Do you need a ride, Jon?" Janice asked him.

"Why, that would be great, Janice. Thanks."

Jon was impressed by her BMW. He was a student and did not have a car. While Janice was a lesbian, she flirted with Jon extensively during the trip (which wasn't easy, considering that she was driving). When she stopped in front of his apartment building, she sidled up to him and kissed him deeply and passionately, doing a good job of hiding the revulsion she felt in the process. For her efforts, she was able to get his phone number.

Jon was totally smitten by Janice. He had not come across a sophisticated, mature (as he thought of her) woman like Janice before, not one who would be interested in him, anyway. Since she was older than him, he was also felt a little intimidated by her.

Next day he thought of calling her and realized that while she got his phone number, he did not have hers. There was no way to trace her, he knew nothing about her except her first name. There was really nothing he could do, and over the next few days, he put her out of his mind.

The next day Janice discussed Jon with Athena, her lesbian lover. Janice was not sure how to obtain revenge for her father's crimes. Athena was also a lesbian. However, unlike Janice, she was also a man hater. She had no problem suggesting a punishment.

"I think we should feminize him."

"How do you mean feminize him? Turn him into a woman? How?"

Athena explained to her the procedure, how it worked. Janice was intrigued.

"I don't know how to do all that. Have you done it before?"

"Are you kidding? I wouldn't touch a man, even to whip him. I know a professional dominatrix, who specializes in feminizing men. Let us talk to her."

"I don't know, dear. It doesn't seem fair to subject him to such a punishment."

"Fair? Who says life is fair? Who meant to make it fair? Was it fair that your father, the asshole, abused you all these years and got away scot free? Is it fair that you should suffer for his perverted behavior? It will take years of therapy to overcome your emotional baggage. By feminizing this Jon you may be able to exorcise your demons quickly and have fun doing it."

"You may be right."

"Look, let us just talk to Mistress Minerva. What have we got to lose? Doesn't hurt to talk to her. She is not cheap, but she is very good. I have myself seen the results." Athena did not know this Jon from Adam, but she was eagerly looking forward to his feminization.

They met with Mistress Minerva the next day. Minerva greeted them warmly in her home. She was an imposing figure of a woman, six feet tall and massive. There was very little fat on her, she was mostly muscle.

"Well, Athena tells me you ladies are interested in feminizing a man."

"Well, maybe. Do you do forced feminization?"

"Forced, voluntary, it is all the same to me. If it's forced, it is your responsibility to deliver the man into my custody. I will take it from there. Forced feminization costs more, of course. In addition to feminizing him, do you want me to make him dependent upon you?"

"Can you do that?" Janice was intrigued.

"Of course. It will cost you more and you will have to participate. But we will do it at your place and not mine. That will cut down the cost somewhat."

"So dear, what do you think?" Athena asked Janice.

"Well, may be we could go ahead with it."

"Great. Let me consult my appointment book." Minerva looked on her computer. "We could get started in two weeks time. Ten percent of my fee is payable now. The rest when the feminization begins."

"What happens if I change my mind between now and then?"

"Don't be absurd, Janice. It's OK, Minerva, she is not going to change her mind."

"That's quite all right, it is a valid question. Sometimes the client changes his or her mind at the last minute. And since we are talking of forced feminization here, there may be problems in delivering the subject to me. The deposit you pay me today is non refundable. If you change your mind, nothing more is payable. Or we can always reschedule at a mutually convenient date. But the deposit is forfeit in any case, if you change your mind or reschedule the feminization."

"That sounds reasonable. Do you take credit card?"

"Of course. Let us take care of the transaction."

After Janice's card was charged, Minerva asked her

"Now tell me something about the subject."

"His name is Jon Smith, he is not very tall, about my height, 5'8", slim and in his twenties."

"You will be easily able to overpower him, Minerva." Athena put in.

"It certainly helps, but it is not necessary. Size of the subject is not important. What does he do?"

"He goes to the University. He has finished his third year and has one more to go."

"Well, that is enough to go by. We will be doing it at your house. Do you have a big basement?"

"Yes, and it can be isolated from the rest of the house, if necessary."

"I will have to inspect the basement and suggest changes, if any. You will probably have to sound proof part of the basement, at least one or two rooms. We will arrange an appointment to inspect the basement later on."

During the rest of two weeks, Janice thought deeply about whether what she was planning to do was right. She prayed to the Wiccan goddess.

"Goddess, please give me a sign one way or other, if it is your wish that I do this."

She held off calling Jon until the last day. On the day she planned to bring Jon to her house, she was still conflicted. However, she did not get anything that could be considered as a sign from the Wiccan goddess. With a sigh, she phoned Jon that morning.

"Hello, Jon. This is Janice. Remember me?"

Jon had butterflies in his stomach when he heard Janice's voice.

"Of course. How are you , Janice?"

"Oh, I am OK. Listen, would you like to get together tonight. We could go for dinner."

"That sounds great, Janice. I wish you would have called a few days earlier. I am leaving for Denmark this evening and will be gone for four weeks. I am going to do backpacking and sightseeing in Europe."

"That is too bad." Janice was genuinely disappointed. "Can I change your mind to cancel your trip and go on a date with me?" she teased him.

"I wish I could, Janice. Maybe we could hook up after I return."

"Well maybe. Do you have a ride to the airport? Perhaps I could give you a ride."

"That would be great. Could you pick me up at 3.00 p.m. this afternoon?"

"Sure. See you then. Bye."

Janice bowed her head to the Wiccan goddess.

"Goddess, I accept your verdict. It is your wish that I should not feminize him. So be it. I will have to get rid of my demons some other way."

2.

Janice picked Jon up at 3.00 p.m. She parked the car at the airport and went with him to the check in counter. Jon held out his hand.

"Thanks, Janice. I hope I will see you when I return. Could you give me your phone number? I just realized I don't have your phone number."

Janice shook his hand. "Have fun in Europe, Jon. Here is my phone number. I will just wait until you get your boarding pass. Then I assume you will have to go through the security so we will say good bye."

Jon handed his ticket and passport at the check in counter. The counter girl (Jon saw her name was Linda) checked his ticket and passport.

"I am sorry, sir. There is a problem. The ticket is made out to Mr. John Smith, but according to passport, you are Mr. Jon smith."

"Huh, what? Oh, I think I know what happened. I booked the ticket over the phone. I probably forgot to spell my name for the ticket agent. It does happen sometimes. Well, I am Jon Smith and not John Smith."

"That is all very well, sir, but I am afraid you cannot travel on this ticket."

"What? You are kidding. For that slight error I cannot travel?"

Linda was unyielding. "I am sorry, sir, but if I let you through, my ass will be on the line. If you wish, you could talk to my supervisor, Mr. Cushman."

Janice and Jon both went to Mr. Cushman's office. However, Cushman was polite but firm.

"I am sorry, Mr. Smith, but since 9/11, they have become very strict. Before 9/11, there wouldn't have been any problem. If I let you fly and something goes wrong, my job will be on the line. You are probably who you say you are and certainly not a terrorist, but I cannot afford to take any chances."

"Now look, I have made all the arrangements for a four week holiday. I have booked accommodation in youth hostels, YMCAs etc. I have bought Rail pass for Europe. And you are saying I cannot travel because of a slight mistake? My plane ticket is nonrefundable. If I cannot travel today, I lose my money."

"Believe me Mr. smith, I wish I could help you. On a domestic flight I might have risked it, but not on a transcontinental flight. Very likely they will send you back from Copenhagen airport, without letting you enter Denmark, and we will have to foot the bill for your return trip. I will tell you what, though. I will issue you a coupon so that you can book another ticket, under the same conditions free of charge." He printed out a coupon for him.

"The ticket I booked had to be booked three weeks in advance. So do I have to book the new ticket also in advance?"

"Right."

"That means I cannot travel today."

"I know you are disappointed, but that is the best I can do. Sorry."

"Oh, well I suppose I can travel in three weeks time and still be able to come back just in time for school. Thank you Mr. Cushman."

"You are welcome, Mr. Smith. I am sorry I could not do more for you."

As they walked over to Janice's car, she said "I am sorry abut your vacation, Jon. Well, there is still our date. My invitation still stands."

"That is right. I forgot all about it. Sure, let us go out for dinner. At least there is that. Maybe we could spend a lot of time together, now that I am not going for three weeks."

"Suits me fine. I will pick you up at 6.00 p.m." She dropped him off at his apartment building.

Before Janice got ready for her date, she again prayed to her Wiccan goddess.

"Thank you, goddess. That was a clear sign for me to go ahead with my plans. Please give me success in my project."

Then she wondered to herself as to what her project was. What was she going to do with Jon after feminizing him? She herself was a lesbian, she would not be interested in a feminized Jon. Oh, well, one thing at a time, she thought.

She took extra care to look attractive that night. The push up bra accentuated her already ample breasts. The sleeveless, thin strapped black cocktail gown simply looked stunning on her. Her cleavage was clearly visible. She discarded pantyhose in favor of stockings and garter belt. She meant to give Jon plenty of eye candy. Poor sap was going to go through hell pretty soon.

When she picked Jon up, she towered over him. She was already as tall as him, and the 4 inch high heels she wore made her taller than him. Jon was in heaven. During the evening, he could not take his eyes off Janice. She had agreed to spend time together with him over the next three weeks, he was the luckiest man in the world.

After dinner, he suggested dancing. Even though Janice found the thought of dancing with a man repulsive, she agreed, for his sake. He led during the dancing, she was OK with that. When she danced with a woman, she preferred the other woman to lead, anyway. Afterwards they came back to her house.

"Would you like to come in, have a drink? We could talk."

Yeah, among other things, Jon thought hopefully. "Sure." He said to her. As Jon sat down on the sofa, she asked him

"I make a mean Brandy Alexander. Would you like one?"

"What is Brandy Alexander?" Jon wanted to know.

"Well, you will find out. You like chocolate, don't you?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Then you are in for a treat. My Brandy Alexander is out of this world." (and, of course, chocolate covers up a multitude of sins, she thought).

As she went off to prepare Brandy Alexander, John shut his eyes for a moment. It had been a hectic day. He had got up very early to do the packing, then the fiasco at the airport had not helped. He was developing a slight headache. He wondered if it would be a good idea to make any sexual advances to Janice. Perhaps it may be better to wait until the next date. That would also prove to Janice that he was a gentleman, he thought.

Soon Janice returned with two cocktail glasses and handed him the chocolate colored drink, decorated with nutmeg and grated chocolate on top. After Jon finished his drink, he passed out.

Janice went to the basement. There Minerva had already settled in. "He is upstairs, unconscious."

"Here, help me bring him to the basement." The two of them dragged him to the basement.

"Do you need me tomorrow?" Janice asked her.

"No, but I will need you for an hour daily after tomorrow in the morning, before you go to work. After a few days I will also need you in the evening."

"Will I have to take time off from work?"

"Maybe a couple of days, later on. However, I will be doing most of the work, that is what you are paying me for."

"That's good. Being CEO and President of Jon's Auto Parts, I really cannot be away from work for long." Janice's mother discovered the abuse when Janice was at the University. She did not talk to Janice, but divorced her husband and left the state, taking a handsome divorce settlement with her. She was so shook up she did not want to deal with the matter. When Janice was thirty years old, her father died in a car crash. At that time, Janice was working as an executive at an insurance company. When her father died leaving everything to her, her first thought was to sell the business. However, after looking the factory over, she found it very interesting and decided to run the company herself.

Through hard work, ingenuity, sheer dedication and some good luck, she had managed to expand the company and increase the profits. She had been with the company for five years and she had every intention of continuing as the President and CEO a lot longer.

"Go to work, don't worry about a thing. I have everything under control. I will need you day after tomorrow, first thing after you get out of bed, before you shower or get ready. Right now I need your panties. How long have you been wearing them?"

"For a few hours. I did not use a panty liner, as you suggested."

"Good. Give me your panties and we will get started."

3.

Jon opened his eyes. He tried to move, but found that he was tied to the bed. When he tried to move his arms or legs, he found that his hands were handcuffed together, while his feet were tied together with ankle cuffs. He could barely move. When he tried to cry out, he found that he was gagged.

That was when he noticed for the first time the musky, salty taste in his mouth, which was coming from the gag. It took him a minute or two to place the smell, but he recognized it as the scent and taste of a woman's pussy. Then he realized that he was gagged with a woman's used panties. The smell of the panties was very strong, and as his saliva began to soak the panties, he began to notice the strong, sharp, tangy taste of the panties. He tried to shout as loudly as he could, but it came out as grunts and moans.

However, those grunts and moans attracted attention and soon a woman entered the room. She was a big woman, taller than him and she had an intimidating presence. He became very scared. The woman removed his gag.

"What's going on here? Untie me, please." He said to her.

She ignored what Jon said. "I am Minerva. While you are here you are under my control. You will have to obey several rules. The first one is not to speak unless you are asked a direct question. Disobeying any of the rules will lead to severe punishment. Is that clear?"

"Y-yes, Minerva." Jon was scared witless by now.

"Call me Mistress or ma'am. If you have not been asked a question and need to ask me something, you will have to crawl on hands and knees to me, kiss my feet and wait for me to give you permission to speak."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Were you asked a direct question?" Minerva said, producing a wicked looking whip. "First I have to instill in you that I am the boss. I expect immediate and unquestioning obedience." She experimentally swished the whip in the air.

"Speaking out of turn has earned you five extra strokes." She produced a plastic bag from freezer compartment of the refrigerator. The previous day she had asked Janice for her panties, drenched with her piss. She had put the panties in a zip lock bag and placed them in the freezer. Now she took them out and placed the frozen gag in his mouth. Jon winced at the extreme cold of the gag. As the gag started to thaw, he could taste the acrid, salty taste of urine.

Now the whipping started. Minerva started at an easy pace and slowly increased the force of her strokes. The strokes hurt like hell and soon tears of pain started flowing down his cheeks. She gave him twenty five strokes, but did not tell him how many he received. As far as he was concerned, she started whipping him and all of a sudden she stopped.

His body was now covered with angry, red welts. Jon had been biting on the gag and by now he ended up swallowing all the piss. The gag was now saturated with his saliva. Minerva removed the gag from his mouth.

As soon as the gag was removed, Jon started howling at the top of his voice. Minerva left him alone. After a few hours she again came into his room. Jon was asleep. She woke him up and whipped him again and left him to recuperate. She repeated this a few times in twenty four hours. She also injected feminizing hormones into him several times.

Then the next morning she woke him up. He was not tied down this time. However, as soon as he saw her, he cringed. When Minerva noticed this she smiled.

"You are afraid of me, that is good. Hopefully you will give me complete obedience, or you know now what will happen to you." He kept looking at her, with fear in his eyes.

"Are you hungry, honey?"

He realized that he was very hungry. "Yes, ma'am".

"Would you like something to eat and drink?"

"Yes, please. I am starving."

"First take a shower and brush your teeth."

When he got up, he found that Minerva had still kept the ankle cuffs on him. He could take only very small steps, a few inches at a time. This was her way of making sure that he did not think of escaping. He went into the bathroom and started the shower. Minerva was an expert in whipping men. While his body was covered with welts, none of the welts drew blood. Jon winced with pain as the hot water hit the welts.

When he came out, she phoned Janice upstairs. "Janice are you awake?"

Janice, who had just woke up, yawned mightily. "Yes, Minerva. I will be down shortly." Athena did not sleep over that night (Athena was a physician, she had a thriving practice and she lived separately), so she was alone.

"You are now going to meet your Goddess. You know her as Janice. You will address her as Goddess." Jon nearly said "Yes, mistress", but caught himself in time. Only a grunt escaped him. Minerva smiled. "Very good, Jon. You are learning. Now greet your Goddess properly when she enters the room." Jon wasn't sure how to greet his 'Goddess'.

Janice hastily pulled a wrap around her and went into the basement. As she entered Jon's room, Jon crawled to her on his hands and knees and kissed both her feet. He hoped this was good enough. Janice, however, recoiled when she saw Jon.

"Naked, hairy ape. How gross, disgusting. Put some clothes on him, Minerva."

"You did not tell me you are a complete lesbian, with revulsion of male body. I will take care of it." She gave Jon a nightie to put on.

"This is the nightie your Goddess used yesterday, so it is suitable for you."

After Jon put on the nightie, he again crawled on his hand and feet and kissed Janice's feet. Then he waited at her feet.

"That's better. Can we please get on with it, Minerva. I have to go to work soon".

"Certainly. Jon, you have to work for your food here. You have to lick Janice to orgasm. You have got an hour. The more times you bring her to a climax, bigger will be your portion of food and water that day. Now begin." She started a stop watch.

Janice removed her wrap. She was naked underneath. She sat on the edge of the sofa and spread her legs. John could see her dense, dark bush with coarse, black hair. Her pussy was already moist. John put his head between her thighs and tentatively licked her pussy. She had not showered yet, so he could smell and taste sweat, urine and her vaginal juices.

Jon had gone down on women before. However, that was sex during a date, after dinner. There the girl was always properly washed and sometimes perfumed. Also, many of them had trimmed or shaved pussies. This was the first time he was licking rank, unwashed, unkempt pussy.

Minerva preferred it this way. She wanted him to get familiar with all the tastes and smells of Janice, get used to them. This was a step towards making him dependent upon Janice. However, Jon did not know any of this. He was hungry and if the only way he was going to get food was by licking Janice's dirty pussy, so be it. Janice had not had any sex with Athena for a few days prior to this, so she was already horny. She wanted to make it easy for Jon on the first day, so that he won't have any problem bringing her to multiple orgasms. While she did not like men and was a pure lesbian, she did not have the mean, vicious streak required to feminize a man forcibly.

Athena had that streak, but she hated men so much that she avoided any contact with men, whenever possible. Even all her patients were women, she had never treated a man, on principle.

Minerva, on the other hand, did not have any such hang ups. She was mean, vicious and cruel. She did not hate men, feminization was just part of the job and she enjoyed doing it. John parted Janice's dense bush with his tongue and after some searching, located the pink folds of her vagina. He inserted his tongue deep into Janice's pussy. Janice moaned when she felt his tongue touch her clitoris. He held her clitoris in between his teeth and nibbled on it very gently. Janice climaxed instantly. Vaginal juices gushed out of her.

Jon sat back on his haunches and looked up at her, unsure of what she wanted him to do. Should he lap up her vaginal juices? However, the question was answered for him. Minerva handed Janice a dish with a small sliced loaf of bread on it. One by one, Janice took the slices of bread and soaked them in her vaginal juices. She wiped her pussy dry with the last slice. When she was finished, she said to him

"OK, Jon. You can start again."

This time it took him longer to bring her to climax. However, when she climaxed, she gushed out more juices than before. She soaked another loaf of bread with her vaginal juices. Jon saw that some of the slices had her pussy hair stuck to it and he was not looking forward to eating that. He was able to bring her to orgasm twice more after that. This time, instead of soaking bread in her vaginal juices, she washed her pussy in a litter of water each.

"Not bad, Jon. You have two loaves of bread and two litters of water for next twenty four hours. You won't starve, at least for a day." Minerva said to him.

"Now, Jon, you will have to lick your Goddess' ass for five minutes, to show your devotion to her. Lie down on your back." Jon obeyed, wincing with pain as his bruised back came in contact with the carpet. Janice squatted down on his face, her asshole conveniently in contact with his lips. He almost gagged at the smell. Janice had not showered for almost twenty four hours and the smell was very ripe. Jon hesitated before starting on her ass. Minerva noticed his hesitation.

"Jon, if you refuse to lick her asshole, I will wash her asshole with your drinking water." When Jon heard this, he started licking her ass right away. Unlike any woman he had dated, Janice had hair in her asshole. He had never licked a woman's ass before, so he wasn't sure what to do. He planted small kisses on her smooth, white ass cheeks and then kissed her asshole. Her asshole was very tight (Janice, of course had never had anal sex, except when she was abused by her father). He lubricated her asshole with generous amount of saliva. This loosened up bits of tissue paper into his mouth, which he swallowed. Then he found it easier to penetrate her asshole. He inserted his tongue into her asshole, fighting back the nausea. He knew if he threw up, the consequences for him would not be good.

After licking her ass for five minutes, Janice told him to stop. He withdrew his tongue and planted a small kiss on her asshole. Janice got up from his chest.

"Well, I better get ready, I have to go to work." Janice went upstairs and went to shower.

Jon crawled over to Minerva, and kissed both her feet. "Yes, Jon, what is it?"

"Mistress, please could I have a drink of water?"

"You want to get rid of the bad taste in your mouth?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, it is time for your breakfast anyway."

Minerva gave Jon two slices of bread and a cup of water. She also handed him a few pills to take with water. "Since your diet here will consist of bread and water, some of the pills represent vitamin pills, Calcium pills, protein supplements etc. You don't have to know what the rest are. Your treatment has been worked out by Dr. Athena, your Goddess' lover." Jon, of course, guessed that the rest were feminizing hormones.

She put the rest of bread and water in the refrigerator. Jon was very hungry, but started to eat the bread in small bites, to make it last longer. Both bread and water had strong smell of Janice's pussy.

After he had finished, Minerva said to him "Now your training begins. Strip and go to the bathroom again. There you will find Nair. The directions are on the bottle. When you come out of the bathroom, I don't want to see a single hair anywhere, except on your head. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Any stray hair will lead to punishment."

Jon emerged from bathroom after half an hour. Minerva had him stand in the center of the room and examined his body in detail, from all angles. This was Jon's first time to remove the hair from his body. He still had hair left in a couple of places.

"You still have some hair left on your neck and your right arm." She showed him with mirrors. "That has earned you five strokes of the whip. And what about your clitty?"

"Sorry, ma'am. My clitty?"

"Yes, your penis. It will be known as your clitty from now on. Why did you not shave it?" "I am sorry, mistress. I did not know I had to remove the hair down there. Please, give me another chance, don't add to my punishment." He got down before her and kissed her feet. He was in mortal dread of her whip.

"Well, I am inclined to be lenient. Considering the amount of hair that is still left, it is worth at least fifty strokes. But I will add only five more. So the total is ten stroke. I am being fair, aren't I?"

"Yes, mistress. Thank you mistress." He again kissed her feet.

"OK, now go and do a good job. If I find any hair left, it will greatly add to your punishment." This time when he came out, his body was truly hairless.

"Good. Now see that bottle of body cream over there? Rub the cream all over your body. From now on you will have to do it every time you take a bath. Also no more showers for you. You must take baths from now on. I will show you how to take a bath tomorrow. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now bend over, touch your toes." As Jon bent over, Minerva took a dab of Vaseline and thoroughly lubricated his asshole. She inserted a butt plug into his asshole. Jon got the felling of fullness, that of being stuffed, in his ass. It was very uncomfortable. Minerva noticed his discomfort.

"Don't worry, you will get used to it. After a while, you won't even know that you are wearing one. Now when you walk, try to walk with a wiggle in your ass. That is more feminine. In a few days I will get an instructor for you, who will teach you how to walk and give you lessons in deportment in general. But until then, try wiggling you ass when you walk."

When she was finished, she pointed to his bed. She had laid out clothes on his bed. "Start with panties and bra. Don't forget the breastforms. They are size 36D. The Goddess has not yet decided what size your breasts will be, but they will do for now. You will also have to wear a corset. We must mold your figure to look like that of a woman."

He picked up the panties and the bra. Both were dirty. Panties looked like some woman had worn them, He could smell the rank, musty smell of the crotch. Bra had sweat stains on it. He crawled over to Minerva, panties and bra in her hand, kissed her feet and waited for her to speak.

"Yes?"

"The panties and bra are dirty, mistress."

"No, they are not. They belong to your Goddess, she had worn them yesterday during her workout. Each day you will wear panties and bra worn by your Goddess the previous day. You must get used to all the scents and tastes of your Goddess. Nothing that belongs to your Goddess is dirty for you."

She smelled the bra and wrinkled her nose. "The smell is a bit ripe. She really must have been working out in this one. Oh, well, you will get used to her smells all the quicker."

He put on panties and the bra and inserted the breastforms in his bra. Minerva measured his waist.

"We will have to reduce it by four inches, at least." She said, producing a corset.

"Now hold on to the door handle and bend over. I will strap your corset." She used all her strength (and she was a strong woman) to pull the straps as tight as possible. While she was tying his corset, Jon fainted. She revived him with smelling salts and continued.

"Now put on the dress." She said when she was finished. Jon noticed that the corset also acted as a girdle and it pressed his genitals flat against his body, so that his clitty was well hidden. The final step was to put on a blonde wig. After Jon put on the dress, she asked him to look in the mirror. He was astonished at the transformation. He did not look like a woman, he still looked like a man, but he had acquired the figure of a woman. He was more than halfway towards being transformed into a woman.

Just then an a beautiful young redhead came into the basement. "Hello, Susan." Minerva greeted her.

"Jon, this is Susan. She is going to teach you how to put on make up, lipstick and other cosmetics. She will teach you for two days. At the end of it, there will be a quiz. Let us not discuss what will happen if you do not get a passing grade . Let us just say the first day you spent here will seem like a picnic if I have to punish you for failing the quiz. You better pay careful attention to what Susan teaches you."

"Hello, Jon. Let us go to the make up table. Don't be scared. Pay attention and I am sure you will do OK."

"Well, I will leave you to it. I will go and get some breakfast." Minerva left them to work on the make up.

Jon's training went on for most of the day. At lunch time, Susan gave him some of his bread and water, as she was instructed by Minerva. She felt sorry for him and decided not to eat her lunch in front of him, but went into outside room, taking care to lock the room behind her.

Jon thought of escaping. However, Minerva had put the fear into him. His body was still sore all over because of the beating and he knew he was getting more that night. Minerva was probably upstairs and if he got caught while escaping, he would be in for a much worse beating. Also, he still had ankle cuffs, which made it impossible to take steps longer that a few inches at a time. This combined with five inch heels he was forced to wear (and were locked on his feet) made the thought of escape impractical.

After dinner, Minerva said to him "Now we are going to have some fun, Jon. Get undressed. Jon was soon standing naked before her. He hadn't had sex for a few days and immediately got an erection. Minerva noticed it and smiled.

"Trying to be a big man, are we? I'll take care of that. Bend over." As he bent over, she removed his butt plug in one swift motion. He had empty feeling in his ass and he wasn't sure which he liked more. She put a liberal amount of KY jelly into his asshole and rubbed it in, inserting her fingers into his asshole.

"Now lie down on your back." As Jon lay down, he saw Minerva stand over him. She raised her skirt, revealing a long, thin black strap-on dildo.

"Put your legs on my shoulder." She inserted the dildo into his asshole. Since his asshole was already dilated it went in quickly. As she started fucking him with slow, deliberate strokes, Jon kept staring at her, fear in his eyes.

Minerva preferred to fuck a man on his back, rather than on his hands and knees. If he was on his back, he could see her massive form towering above him and it intimidated him, made his humiliating position apparent to him and hastened his submission and feminization. Also she liked to see the fear in his eyes. She usually stayed fully clothed, while the man was naked, thereby emphasizing his vulnerability.

The sight of Minerva fucking him was too much for him. He closed his eyes. When Minerva saw that, she said to him "Jon, when I am fucking you, you must keep your eyes open all the time. Is that clear?" "Yes, ma'am." He replied.

She bent down and kissed him hard, not missing a beat in the process. She was trying to locate his prostrate. With her experience in fucking men, she found his prostrate quickly. As she expertly messaged his prostrate with the strap-on, he ejaculated copiously. The whole process was over in a few minutes. Her purpose was to bring him to climax as quickly as possible, by locating his prostrate.

"All right, that is enough fun. Now it is time for punishment."

Minerva had him lie on his back and tied him to the bed. His back and ass were covered with welts and it may not be a good idea to beat him on his back again, she thought. As she swished the whip through air, she said to him

"This is going to hurt much more than yesterday, since I have to whip you on your front, but it will be an incentive for you to be a good girl." Again Janice's dirty panties went into his mouth as a gag and the beating started. Jon started crying almost immediately, he could not believe how much worse it was compared to the previous day.

"Now clean up and to bed with you. There is the nightie your Goddess wore yesterday on the bed. Wear that when you sleep."

As Jon cried himself to sleep, Minerva mentally reviewed his progress on the first day. She was generally pleased by his progress. She charged a flat fee for feminization, so she had an incentive to finish the process as quickly as possible.

The next day she woke him up early. "You must be ready by the time Goddess gets down. Be quick about it."

He went through the routine, this time taking a bubble bath rather than a shower. The flowery smell of bath water, along with the body cream he used afterward, made him feel like he was becoming a woman. Again he had to wear Janice's dirty panties and bra. He also put on make up, he had learned well the previous day. However, when Janice came down, this time he was dressed as a woman, rather than being naked.

When Janice saw him, she was astounded. "Athena told me you are good, Minerva, but I had no idea you were this good. He is halfway to becoming a woman."

"Only outwardly, dear. He still has a long way to go. Now, Jon, time to earn your keep." Jon's life settled in a routine. However, there were changes as days went along. Minerva fucked him with a strap- on for two days. One of her purposes was to humiliate him, of course, but the bigger purpose was that she wanted to get a measure of his prostrate, find out exactly where it was located.

End of second day he had his final examination in doing the make up, which he passed with flying colors. The third day he had another teacher.

"I am Shirley. I am here to teach you to walk like a woman, to give you lessons in feminine manners and deportment. The butt plug you are wearing will help you walk like a woman, but let us start with this book. Put it on your head and practice walking, without dropping the book."

That evening, Minerva again asked him. "You have made good progress Jon. Would you like to have sex?"

"Yes, mistress, please." Even though it was humiliating to be fucked by this woman, that was the only way he was allowed to climax.

However, instead of putting on the strap-on, Minerva sat down on a chair and she put a plastic sheet on her lap. She also put a pair of dirty panties (Janice's) on one of her thighs.

"Come lie down on my lap. Jon."

Instead, he crawled over to her and kissed her feet.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Please don't punish me, mistress. What did I do wrong?"

"You did not do anything wrong. You are having sex. Now lie down my thighs quickly or there will be no sex today."

Jon wondered what was happening. However, he lay down on her lap, as ordered by her. The strong smell of Janice's pussy assaulted his nostrils. She started spanking him on his bare bottom. As she was spanking him with one hand, she inserted the dildo into his asshole with the other hand. She coordinated strokes of spanking with strokes of the dildo. After about ten minutes of severe spanking, she unerringly touched his prostrate. By fucking him twice before, she already knew the location of the prostrate. Jon came copiously on the plastic mat.

She dumped him on the floor and lay down the plastic mat before him. "Clean it with your tongue, dear. This is how you are going to have sex from now on." She said to him. She wanted him to associate spanking and the smell of Janice's pussy with sex. As she watched him lapping up his own juice, his red ass sticking up in the air, she was pleased with his progress.

After a few days, there was another change. Now, she left out the dildo altogether. She just spanked Jon, with his nose buried in Janice's pussy soaked panties. Jon came after a while. She had conditioned Jon to cum by a combination of spanking and the smell of Janice's pussy. The next day, there was yet another change. That evening, Janice herself came down. She had taken the day off that day, and under Minerva's direction, did not wash her pussy when she showered, but had carefully preserved the smell of her pussy.

"Time for your sex, Jon." She had him lay down on her lap. She was not wearing any panties, but had put a plastic mat loosely on her thighs. As Jon lay down, he could smell the strong, ripe smell of her pussy and he instantly got an erection. When Janice started spanking him, he was ready to climax, and she did not have to spank him more than 2-3 minutes before he ejaculated, more copiously than ever before.

From then on, that became the routine. Eventually Janice did not have to remove her panties, her smell even with panties on was enough to turn him on. However, he still could not cum without getting spanked. Minerva used to spank him from time to time as a punishment. However, he did not get excited at that. He had been conditioned to get excited with the combination of spanking and the smell of Janice's pussy.

Janice could not associate with him in the beginning, he looked too much like a man. After a few days, he had learned how to put on make up, how to dress and walk as a woman. Minerva also had a voice expert come in so that he learned to talk in a high pitched voice.

Finally Janice declared him to be enough of a woman so that she could feel comfortable in associating with him. That night, she came down before going to bed.

"Now, Jon, you are going to love this part, which will become a daily routine." Minerva informed him." You have become enough of a woman so that you are worthy to talk to your Goddess. I will be over in the next room." She put the handcuffs and ankle cuffs on him and left the room.

Janice looked at him. He was beautifully made up. His hair was bleached blond and while still short was now long enough to style into a feminine hair style. He was wearing a modest dress, with garter and stockings. He was wearing high heels. In short, he looked every bit a woman.

"Come over here, Jon and lay down on my lap."

Jon hobbled over to her. He just lay on her lap looking at her. Janice had just showered was not wearing any perfume or make up (again Minerva's suggestion). Minerva's theory was that Jon should get used to her bodily smells, her pheromones. This was a part of the process in making him dependent upon her.

Jon looked up at her. She looked stunningly beautiful, even without any make up. He could smell the faint smell of her pussy and he was excited. Janice bent down and kissed him deeply, inserting her tongue in his mouth. He was in heaven. He sighed as she broke the kiss.

"It's OK, Jon. While you are with me, you may speak freely about anything. The only subjects not under discussion are why you are here or what will happen to you. You must address me as Goddess, however."

"Thank you ,Goddess. How far are you going to take this feminization process?"

"Don't you like it?"

"No, I don't. Why are you doing this? I haven't done anything to you. On the contrary, from the moment I saw you, I worshipped you."

"That is not for discussion, remember? And if you worshipped me, I suppose it is only proper that you should call me Goddess. Minerva tells me you have been a good girl, she only had to beat you on two or three occasions. So the best course for you is to obey Minerva, and not worry your pretty head about the future." She told him ruffling his hair and kissing him on the forehead.

"Could I at least have something else to eat besides bread and water?"

"I will see what I can do. I will talk to Minerva."

The next morning Janice came down as usual and handed Minerva a package. Then Jon brought her to climax, again four times, thus earning his two loaves of bread and two liters of water for the day. When he did his five minutes of ass worship, he was surprised that her asshole smelled strongly of hot dog. He wondered about that.

However, at breakfast time Minerva said to him "You are in for a treat today, Jon. You mentioned to the Goddess yesterday that you would like something else to eat. So she brought over two hot dogs." She put one in the refrigerator and put the other one on his slice of bread. Jon sniffed at the hot dog. It again smelled strongly of Janice's pussy. As he rolled his finger over the hot dog, he could feel the slimy coating over it. He put the finger in his mouth. It was indeed Janice's pussy juice. He looked up at Minerva.

"The Goddess slept overnight with the hot dog inside her pussy, so it has a strong flavor of what to you should be Ambrosia. She had sex with Athena before that, so it is also generously coated with her pussy juice. The hair you see stuck to the hot dog are her pussy hair. Now eat everything up."

By now Jon had come to like the taste of Janice's pussy secretions. However, the thought of eating her pussy hair revolted him. However, he closed his eyes and ate his hot dog sandwich. After eating only bread for a few days, the hot dog tasted absolutely delicious. He did not even notice when he swallowed her pussy hair. As he finished his water, Minerva said to him

"The Goddess had the other one in her ass overnight, so it has a different flavor. You will get that at dinner time."

That night during their usual chat Janice asked him "How did you like the treat I gave you, Jon?"

"It was very nice. Thank you. Goddess."

"You are lying, aren't you?"

"Well, yes, Goddess. I liked the one dipped in your pussy, but I did not care much for the other one."

"I told you, you may tell me anything that is on your mind. Well, even if you did not like the one dipped in my ass, you have to take the rough with the smooth, I guess." From then on the hot dogs became a part of his diet three or four times a week. Eventually Jon came to like the one that had been in Janice's ass overnight.

A few days into his training, Jon found Janice unusually dry in the morning. Even after frantic ministrations on his part, he was only able to bring her to climax only three times. As a result he had only one liter of water to last him through the day. When Minerva saw this, she took out a baby bottle from the freezer compartment and put it in the refrigerator.

That day Jon's assignment was to read a romance novel and answer the quiz afterwards, which Minerva had prepared. The only trick was that he was supposed to give the answers that a woman would give, so he had to figure out what would be the woman's viewpoint.

It took him most of the day to read the novel. After Jon finished reading the novel, it was time for his aerobic exercises, before the quiz. Minerva had Jon do half an hour of brisk aerobic exercises every day, to keep him in shape. Jon welcomed this opportunity, as this was one of the few times when his corset was removed and he was also free from ankle cuffs.

When Jon finished his exercise, he was thirsty. However, his water supply was finished. Minerva took out the baby bottle from the refrigerator full of yellowish liquid and screwed a nipple on it.

"Would you like some apple juice, Jon?"

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you." Jon answered, wondering why Minerva was being so nice to him. She sat down on a chair. "Come lie down on my lap." As he lay down, she cradled his face in her hand and kissed him on the forehead. Then holding his face tightly against her bosom, she forced the nipple into his mouth. He started sucking on the nipple. Then he heard Minerva say

"This is your Goddess' apple juice, sweetie. It was frozen right after it came out of her well, so it is sterile, germ free. You don't have to worry about catching anything. Why, it is more germ free than the water you drink."

Jon was revolted and he tried not to suck. However, Minerva squeezed the plastic bottle and piss started flowing into his mouth. He refused to swallow.

"Is the baby having difficulty swallowing mommy's golden nectar? Maybe nanny can help." She thumped his chest and Jon swallowed the mouthful in a gulp.

"Now, baby, we can do it the easy way or the hard way. Easy way is for you to be a good girl and finish the bottle. The hard way, well, let us not talk about it."

Jon remembered the beatings he had received with the whip. Although he had not been beaten in a few days, the memory still lingered and he decided not to test Minerva's resolve. He started sucking on the nipple vigorously. When Minerva noticed this, she was pleased. She kissed him on the forehead. Jon shut his eyes and tried not to think of the taste.

"That's a good baby, Now drink it all up. Mommy's golden nectar is good for you."

After he was finished, Jon was more thirsty than before. However, he would have to wait until the next day.

"Now go get ready to meet your Goddess. Be sure to brush your teeth and use plenty of mouthwash. The Goddess does not like piss breath." This time Minerva stood watch over him to make sure that he did not drink the tap water while getting ready.

That night he cried in the ample bosom of his Goddess, Janice. "Oh, Goddess, it was gross, what Minerva made me do."

Janice comforted him with kisses. "There, there, sweetie. Don't cry. Minerva had to teach you a lesson, honey. You are supposed to bring me to orgasm four times and you did not do your job." "But you were unusually dry, Goddess. I tried, but couldn't do it."

Janice took out a lace handkerchief. She wiped his eyes.

"That is not an excuse, sweetie. However, I will think of ways to help you. Blow in the handkerchief, dear. Go on, blow your nose." She wiped his nose. "Now you better get ready for bed."

After he had gone to bed, Janice discussed the problem with Minerva. She also outlined a solution. Minerva chuckled when she heard what Janice had to say.

"Janice, you surely have a wicked imagination. I would never have thought of it."

"But do you think will it work?"

"I think it has a very good chance of working. We will try it."

The next morning after Jon get ready, Minerva talked to him before Janice came down for her daily orgasms.

"Jon, we are going to try something new. I want you to think only of your Goddess and nothing else when you are pleasuring her. So after your morning classes, you will spend an hour sketching the pussy and asshole of your Goddess. Pay careful attention to different features when you are pleasuring her. Note the size of her pussy lips, how big are the folds, how big is the clitoris, what shape it is, any moles she may have etc. You will have to be very attentive when using your tongue. Also use your eyes whenever possible."

"I will see the sketches after a few days and check them against her pussy and asshole. If you do not get a passing grade, you will be punished. In addition, there will be a quiz after a few days on how to pleasure your Goddess. Note where her erogenous zones are both in her pussy and her asshole, how to arouse her quickly and intensely, whether she likes the clitoris to be gently nibbled or gently bitten or just pressed in between your teeth, you must make a detailed study of her pussy and her asshole. Does she like it if you take her pussy hair or asshole hair in your mouth and chew on them? Does that make her cum quickly? You will be asked questions about it on your quiz and I will personally verify your answers with my lips and tongue."

"You will be punished if you do not get a passing grade. From now on, when you are pleasuring your Goddess, think of nothing but her pussy and her asshole."

Jon was scared when he heard this, but resolved to pay particular attention to how to pleasure Janice. That day he paid particular attention to Janice's pussy, trying to remember the details. Also he tried various techniques to see which aroused her fastest.

Since that day forward, he did not have any difficulty licking her to four climaxes in an hour. Over the days, he became quite an expert in Janice's pussy and asshole. Minerva complimented him on his sketches and he passed the quiz with flying colors. Jon was a very good pupil and rarely got the failing grade. However, Minerva would find some excuse to whip him from time to time. She didn't want to make life too easy for him.

After about four weeks, Jon's transformation was almost complete. One morning as Janice came down, Jon greeted her as usual, on his hands and knees. When Janice saw him, she realized how ravishing he looked. Most of it was make up, clothes , mannerisms and deportment. They had put him on mild hormone doses, but not much. He was still mostly a man inside.

However, that was difficult to tell just by looking at him. What Janice saw was a beautiful young woman, dressed in conservative, casual clothes, much like a housewife would. He was also beautifully made up. Janice could not resist it. She took him in her arms and pressed her lips down hard on his, inserting her tongue deep into his mouth.

Unfortunately, she always came down first thing in the morning, without showering or brushing her teeth. Jon almost gagged on her morning breath. He had already brushed, with plenty of mouthwash (Minerva's standing orders). As her tongue started exploring his mouth, he felt himself heaving, but controlled himself with difficulty. He steadied himself by putting his arms around her neck and he started sucking on her tongue. He licked the coating of slime off her tongue. After what seemed to him an eternity, she broke the kiss and stood back, still holding him close to her. Several strands of her sticky, foul smelling saliva still connected their lips together. She yawned mightily, again giving him he awful whiff of her morning breath.

"Minerva, you are a genius. You have trained Jon very well. OK, Jon, let us get on with it." He lay down on the carpet. She opened her robe and sat down on Jon's face, her pussy in direct contact with his lips. By then Jon knew every nook and cranny of her genitals and her asshole. During the usual ass worship, he was able to bring her to climax for the first time, just by licking her ass. She got an extra bonus orgasm.

That evening, Minerva, Athena and Janice had a meeting to discuss Jon's feminization. "I am impressed with Jon's progress so far. You do good work, Minerva." Janice began.

"Just doing my job, dear."

"I told you she was good." Athena said to her.

"Well, what do we do now?"

"Why, we proceed with phase two, of course, like we planned."

"Phase two is risky, isn't it?"

"Yes, but if you want to make him totally dependent upon you, it is necessary. Besides, it is not really difficult."

"We don't really need you for phase two, do we, Minerva?" Athena asked her.

"No. The two of you can handle it. I planned on staying for phase one only, the payment you made included only phase one. Phase two will cost you extra. But you will be throwing money away, in my opinion."

"I don't know. Do you think we can handle it, darling?" Janice asked Athena.

"Of course we can, dear. I will help you." Athena kissed her lightly on her lips.

"And I will be just a phone call away, if you need me. My next assignment is in town, I am not going anywhere. I could come to help if necessary."

"Well, I guess we go ahead with phase two. What does it involve?"

"We must cut down on estrogen and also on testosterone blocker. It is risky, I know. But it has to be done. I will also start him on mild hallucinogens, in a couple of days." Athena told her. "I will be here for another four days, then I need a day off before I start on another project." Minerva told her.

"OK, let us get on with it, then."

4.

That evening Janice hugged Jon tightly to her. Their usual sitting arrangement was for him to sit on a stool a foot lower than her sofa. That way his face came to the level of her ample breasts, thereby establishing her superior position over him. Caressing his hair gently with her fingers, she said

"Jon, sweetie, Phase One of your feminization is complete. We will start with phase two shortly."

"What is phase two, Goddess?"

"Well, for one thing, Minerva is too harsh, too cruel. I don't like the way she is treating you. So I am going to ask her to leave."

"You are? Thank you, Goddess. She creeps me out, there is something mean and nasty about her." He buried his face in her soft, generous bosom.

"You noticed that, did you? Good for you. I will get another Mistress for you." She kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"Couldn't you take over, Goddess, instead of getting somebody else?" Jon inquired, looking up at her hopefully.

"Would you like that, if I feminized you?"

"Oh, very much so, Goddess. That will be great."

"Well, I will see what I can do. It may be difficult to find time with my busy job, but let me think about it." She held his face in her hand and kissed him passionately on the lips. As her tongue was freely roaming in his mouth, Jon was immensely grateful to her. Being feminized by Janice would be a piece of cake compared to the harsh treatment meted out by Minerva. He, of course, did not see the absurdity in his logic. A few weeks ago, the very thought of being feminized would have horrified him, but now he positively looked forward to being feminized by Janice.

"What is phase two, Goddess?"

"Well, so far your training has been behind closed doors. Phase two involves taking you outdoors. We will take you to beauty salons, shopping, to restaurants as a woman and you will have to pass as one, unless you want to be recognized as a man dressed as a woman."

The next few days, his daily schedule was pretty relaxed. Minerva mainly asked him to read romantic novels. At the end of each day there would be a quiz. He had to get a passing grade on the quiz, but that was no problem. He, of course, had to earn his food the usual way, by bringing Janice to climax. By now, he was thoroughly conditioned, so that the only way he could climax was by Janice spanking him for 5-10 minutes, while he smelled her pussy.

However, Jon was getting increasingly apprehensive and restless. He did not like the idea of going outdoors as a woman. It was one thing to dress up indoors, but once he stepped outside, it was irreversible. He still had the faint hope that Janice will tire of feminizing him and let him go. Now, however, he knew that it wouldn't happen and he seriously started thinking about escaping again. Now that Minerva was leaving, perhaps he will get a chance. He decided to keep his eyes open.

Then one day, Minerva was in an unusually foul mood. When his quiz was complete, she threw it down on the floor and said to him

"You failed, you asshole. Failed miserably. You have to be punished."

Jon crawled over to her and kissed her feet. She asked him "Well, what is it?"

"What did I do wrong on the quiz, Mistress?"

"You worm, you don't have to do anything wrong. If I say you failed, it means you failed. Don't give me any extra lip." She bent down and slapped him hard on his cheek. He staggered back and fell down on the floor. He looked up at her, surprised. This was unusually cruel, even for Minerva. So far her grading of quizzes had always been fair.

"That bitch, Janice. Where does she come off telling me that I am no good at feminization, that I must leave? Me, who have been feminizing sissies for years? She thinks she herself can do a better job than me. She is crazy."

She looked at him with a nasty gleam in her eyes. "Well, I am not going to leave quietly. I will damage the merchandise before I leave. Now come over here and get ready for a good whipping." Jon was suddenly very scared of her. Apparently Janice had been true to her word and had asked her to leave. His adoration for Janice increased ten fold. Instead of obeying her, he cringed and shrank back, trying to evade her.

Minerva smiled "Not obeying, eh? Good. I like it when they resist. I like to see the fear in their eyes, it is a great stimulant."

In two bounds, she was upon him. She easily overcame his feeble attempts to fight back. With his legs hobbled together with ankle cuffs, he was not in much of a position to fight anyway. She tore off his dress and the panties he was wearing underneath. She grabbed him and held him very close to her, clasping him so tightly that he was afraid his ribs may crack. Tears of pain came to his eyes. His face came to the level of her armpits and he could smell her deodorant and a faint smell of her sweat. She took hold of the front of his bra strap and yanked with all her strength. The hooks at the back broke with a snap and Jon cried out in pain.

She released him. He was standing before her naked (except for breastforms) and shaking with fear. She uncoiled the whip, which was coiled about her arm, raised it and brought it down with a swishing sound. A moment later Jon felt indescribable pain. He fell to the ground with a shriek. Minerva gave him ten lashes with her whip.

At the end of it, he was a writhing, sobbing mess on the floor. Minerva removed the ankle cuffs from him.

"Go on, get dressed. I have to leave shortly. Damn that Janice. I was having such a good time here."

Jon went to the bathroom and washed up. Now he was more determined than ever to escape. As he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him, he winced with pain. Minerva smiled. "It hurts, doesn't it? Good. Janice will have something to remember me by. Now get dressed. I will put the ankle cuffs on you again."

Jon put on his lingerie and the dress, down to his high heeled sandals, which Minerva locked in place. As she was walking toward him with ankle cuffs in her hand, her cellular phone went off. Minerva went to the table and picked up her phone, ankle cuffs still in her hand.

"Hello. Yes, what happened?"." Oh, my God, no." She sat down. "When did this happen?". ."Yes, I will come over at once. No, damn it, I have to be here a while longer. Oh, shit. Just a minute, he is getting away."

As Minerva was talking, Jon realized that he was free of hand cuffs or ankle cuffs with nobody to stand guard over him. Minerva was involved deep in conversation, evidently some kind of emergency. This was his chance. He made a dash to the stairs. Just as he had reached the bottom, Minerva spotted him.

"Hey, you asshole, get back here right away, or it will be hard for you." She started after him. However, he reached the main floor. He saw Janice and Athena engaged in an embrace, deeply involved in a kiss.

Jon ran towards the door. As he opened the door, he heard Janice yell, "Hey, Jon, where do you think you are going? Come back right away."

However, Jon opened the door and he was in the outside world for the first time in several weeks.

End of Part 2.