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[[Molly]] is standing by the door waiting for you as cute as ever. She nods to you and opens the door. You climb into the back seat where [[Belinda]] and [[Ethan]] are already seated. "Hey sport," Ethan says, "How was your first day?" You mumble that it was okay and he takes the hint and lets you ride home in silence. Belinda keeps glancing over at you with a funny look on her face. When you arrive at the mansion, she whispers in your ear, "I'll come by your room before supper and we can talk." You go to your room and decide to take a shower in the room's private bath. [[Take a shower.]] :: Take a shower. <><><><><> :: Shower (Revealed) [[You]] strip off your clothes and take a good look at yourself in the mirror. Sure enough, you have a pair of <>tiny<><>small<> tits. You see that your hips have gotten noticeably wider and your waist seems to have gotten thinner giving you a somewhat more womanly figure. Your features are ever so slightly more delicate, though you were always a pretty boy anyway, and your lips look redder and fuller. The hair on your arms and legs has gotten considerably finer, almost non-existent really, and, worst of all, your penis has gotten <>noticeably<><>considerably<> smaller. I have to figure out a way to reverse this, you think to yourself. You take a shower quickly and are drying yourself off when you walk back into your room. You are startled to see [[Belinda]] sitting on the bed giving you a good look up and down your naked body. You rush to cover yourself with the towel. Belinda laughs. "Don't worry. It's nothing I haven't seen before," she says. "In fact, you look really cute. Why don't you get dressed and we'll go see my daddy?" You definitely want to talk to Mr. Anderson about the Process so this sounds like an excellent idea. You hurriedly get dressed. [[Go see Mr. Anderson.]] :: Shower (Unrevealed) [[You]] strip off your clothes and you're astonished to find that over the course of the day, you seem to have grown a pair of <>tiny<><>small<> tits. You stare at them in disbelief for a minute and then rush to the mirror to check yourself over carefully. You see that your hips have gotten noticeably wider and your waist seems to have gotten thinner giving you a somewhat more womanly figure. Your features are ever so slightly more delicate, though you were always a pretty boy anyway, and your lips look redder and fuller. The hair on your arms and legs has gotten considerably finer, almost non-existent really, and you realize, to your horror, that your penis has gotten <>noticeably<><>considerably<> smaller. You realize with a shock that you seem to be turning into a girl. Oh my God, you think, it's the Process. The Process has decided that I should be a girl. You are horrified and think frantically about what you've been told about it. You're pretty sure Mr. Hilliard said that the Process sometimes reversed itself. You have to figure out how you can reverse it. Just then, without knocking, [[Belinda]] barges into your bathroom. Without thinking, you turn to look at her and she gets a good full frontal look. Her mouth drops open and she covers it up with a hand. "Oh Parker," she says, "I'm so happy for you." "Happy for me!? I'm turning into a girl!" you exclaim. "Yes, isn't it great? You're going to be so much happier as a girl. Believe me, I know." "I wouldn't be happier as a girl. Stop saying that. How do I stop this and change back?" "I don't know if that's possible, but the person you want to talk to is Daddy. Nobody knows more about the Process than he does. Grandpa invented it and Daddy oversees it now. Why don't you take your shower and we'll go see him?" This seems like a good idea so you take a shower and get dressed to go see Mr. Anderson.<> [[Go see Mr. Anderson.]] :: Go see Mr. Anderson. [[You]] and [[Belinda]] walk into a wing of the house you haven't been to very often before and come to a large oak door. Belinda knocks on the door and you hear Mr. Anderson's gruff voice say, "Come in." [[Mr. Anderson]] is sitting behind a large oak desk, kept immaculately clean and is doing something on a computer sitting on the desk. "Belinda. Parker. Have a seat. I'll be with you in about five or ten minutes." The two of you sit down on a couple of plush easy chairs in front of his desk while he types away at the computer. While you're sitting there, you look at Mr. Anderson and are impressed again with the sheer size of the man. <>You remember what he looked like naked. That perfect musculature, that horse-sized cock that he slowly stuffed up your mother's ass. You still can't believe she was able to take that without being split in half. <>He is certainly a superb specimen of masculinity and thinking about that makes you feel small and weak. You admit to yourself that you're a bit in awe of the man and you begin to understand why your mother is giving herself to him and why his wife might tolerate his affairs. Though it does strike you as odd how different he seems from both the portrait of his father and from his own children. You and Belinda sit for a few minutes in respectful silence until Mr. Anderson finally speaks. "So what brings the two of you here to see me? It seems a little early for you to be asking my permission to marry Belinda, Parker." He gives an easy grin. "Daddy," Belinda says, "Parker has started the Process." Mr. Anderson frowns thoughtfully. "Are you sure?" "Positive, Daddy," Belinda says. "Would you mind removing your clothes for me, Parker, so I can examine you? If it makes you feel more comfortable, I do possess a medical degree, though I am not in practice and I don't ask anyone to call me doctor. You're probably aware that Belinda has been through the Process herself, so I hope you're not uncomfortable around her either." [[Strip for Mr. Anderson.]] [[Refuse to strip.]] :: Strip for Mr. Anderson. <>[[You]] stand up and unbutton your shirt. [[Mr. Anderson]] walks around the desk to stand in front of you. You hesitate to open it and expose your new breasts, but Mr. Anderson reaches over and gently parts your shirt and pulls the sleeves off of your arms, letting it fall to the floor. He then slowly turns you to face him, baring your <>tiny<><>small<> breasts. "I'd say he's about <>an A<><>a B<> cup, wouldn't you agree, [[Belinda]]?" Mr. Anderson says. "Sounds right, Daddy," she replies. He reaches forward and cups your breasts in his hands with a clinical manner, feeling the weight of them and pushing on them with his hands, apparently inspecting them for lumps or something else. Nobody has ever touched your new breasts like that, including yourself, and you find it both thrilling and terrifying. "Now," he says, "I'm going to rub your nipples to make them erect. You may find this a bit arousing. This is perfectly normal and nothing to be concerned or embarrassed about. Do you understand?" You don't particularly want him rubbing your nipples, but you're afraid to say no to this paragon of masculinity so you nod nervously. He licks his fingertips and very gently strokes and massages your nipples. You gasp at the sensation and close your eyes. You can't believe how good it feels. You also find that Mr. Anderson's masculine odor, which you had never even noticed before, is suddenly assaulting your nostrils and you find the smell to be intensely erotic. You take deep breaths and lose yourself in the sensations until you realize to your astonishment that both your nipples and your penis are painfully erect. "I see they're very sensitive. That is perfectly normal and nothing to be concerned about, though you are perhaps a bit more responsive than average. During the Process, your body is being saturated with female hormones far in excess of where they will eventually stabilize. Would you take your shoes and socks off for me?" Grateful for the reprieve, you bend over and take off your shoes and socks. He inspects your feet with great interest and then turns to your hands, turning them over and inspecting them. "Okay, would you take off your pants and boxers now?" Mr. Anderson asks. [[Strip naked.]] [[You've still got an erection. No way!]] :: Refuse to strip. <>"I'm really uncomfortable doing that, Mr. Anderson," [[you|You]] say. [[He|Mr. Anderson]] gets up and walks over to you, crouching in front of you so he's at eye level with you. "You shouldn't be embarrassed, Parker. I've seen many people being transformed by the Process. It's nothing to be ashamed of." He reaches over and starts unbuttoning your shirt. You are astonished at how gentle he is and something in his eyes and manner prevents you from stopping him. When your shirt is unbuttoned, he gently lifts you into a standing position and removes it, baring your <>tiny<><>small<> breasts. "I'd say he's about <>an A<><>a B<> cup, wouldn't you agree, [[Belinda]]?" Mr. Anderson says. "Sounds right, Daddy," she replies. He reaches forward and cups your breasts in his hands with a clinical manner, feeling the weight of them and pushing on them with his hands, apparently inspecting them for lumps or something else. Nobody has ever touched your new breasts like that, including yourself, and you find it both thrilling and terrifying. "Now," he says, "I'm going to rub your nipples to make them erect. You may find this a bit arousing. This is perfectly normal and nothing to be concerned or embarrassed about. Do you understand?" You don't particularly want him rubbing your nipples, but you're afraid to say no to this paragon of masculinity so you nod nervously. He licks his fingertips and very gently strokes and massages your nipples. You gasp at the sensation and close your eyes. You can't believe how good it feels. You also find that Mr. Anderson's masculine odor, which you had never even noticed before, is suddenly assaulting your nostrils and you find the smell to be intensely erotic. You take deep breaths and lose yourself in the sensations until you realize to your astonishment that both your nipples and your penis are painfully erect. "I see they're very sensitive. That is perfectly normal and nothing to be concerned about, though you are perhaps a bit more responsive than average. During the Process, your body is being saturated with female hormones far in excess of where they will eventually stabilize. Would you take your shoes and socks off for me?" Grateful for the reprieve, you bend over and take off your shoes and socks. He inspects your feet with great interest and then turns to your hands, turning them over and inspecting them. "Okay, would you take off your pants and boxers now?" Mr. Anderson asks. [[Strip naked.]] [[You've still got an erection. No way!]] :: Strip naked. <>[[You]] take down your pants and briefs, exposing your erect penis, and remove them completely. "I'd say it's about <>four and a half<><>four<> inches erect. Belinda?" You start in surprise at how quickly it is dwindling. "I agree, Daddy," Belinda says. "I assume you were bigger than this when you first came to Rosestead. Is that correct, Parker?" <>"Yes, sir. It was about five inches erect." <>Before you can answer, Belinda says, "He was about five inches then, Daddy." Mr. Anderson shakes his head. "Why am I not surprised that you know that, Belinda? Tell me, did you even let him get to his room before you attacked him?" "Of course I did, Daddy," Belinda says with a smile.<> "Well, the penis shrinkage is perfectly normal and nothing to be concerned about," Mr. Anderson says clinically. "I think it's something to be concerned about," you blurt out. "I mean medically, Parker," Mr. Anderson replies. He then cups your testicles in his hand and prods them in the same fashion he had done your breasts earlier. "I see your hips have already started widening and your waist has gotten smaller. Is that correct?" You nod while he continues his examination. "The fat redistribution is proceeding very quickly, but I don't think it's anything to be worried about." He finishes massaging your testicles. "Belinda, I have a tube of lubricating jelly in the right top desk drawer. Could you get that for me? All right, Parker, bend over the desk," he says. [[Submit.]] <>[[Uh-uh. You saw what he did to your mom.|Uh-uh.]]<>[[Uh-uh.]]<> :: You've still got an erection. No way! <>"I'd really prefer not to right now, Mr. Anderson," [[you|You]] stammer nervously. "Oh, Daddy," [[Belinda]] says, "he's just shy because he's got a hard-on." You blush furiously as Mr. Anderson looks down and notices that his daughter is correct. "Oh, I hadn't noticed. Well, Parker, as I said, that's nothing to be embarrassed about. It is a common reaction. Belinda got one herself when I conducted this same examination on her when she was beginning the Process. Isn't that right, Belinda?" "You bet, Daddy," Belinda says, her eyes sparkling and her tongue moistening her lips. You realize that while they were talking, Mr. Anderson has already unbuckled your belt and he gently unfastens your pants and unzips your fly. You start to protest, but you look into his eyes and his glance silences you. Suddenly his scent becomes overpowering again, further stiffening your dick and nipples and you don't resist as he divests you of your pants and boxers, revealing your painfully erect dick. "I'd say it's about <>four<><>three<> inches erect. Belinda?" You start in surprise at how quickly it is dwindling. "I agree, Daddy," Belinda says. "I assume you were bigger than this when you first came to Rosestead. Is that correct, Parker?" <>"Yes, sir. It was about five inches erect." <>Before you can answer, Belinda says, "He was about five inches then, Daddy." Mr. Anderson shakes his head. "Why am I not surprised that you know that, Belinda? Tell me, did you even let him get to his room before you attacked him?" "Of course I did, Daddy," Belinda says with a smile.<> "Well, the penis shrinkage is perfectly normal and nothing to be concerned about," Mr. Anderson says clinically. "I think it's something to be concerned about," you blurt out. "I mean medically, Parker," Mr. Anderson replies. He then cups your testicles in his hand and prods them in the same fashion he had done your breasts earlier. "I see your hips have already started widening and your waist has gotten smaller. Is that correct?" You nod while he continues his examination. "The fat redistribution is proceeding very quickly, but I don't think it's anything to be worried about." He finishes massaging your testicles. "Belinda, I have a tube of lubricating jelly in the right top desk drawer. Could you get that for me? All right, Parker, bend over the desk," he says. [[Submit.]] <>[[Uh-uh. You saw what he did to your mom.|Uh-uh.]]<>[[Uh-uh.]]<> :: Submit. <><><>You're not sure what he's going to do to you, but you know you don't have the power to resist him anyway. <>You immediately flash back to watching him fuck your mother up the ass, but even that isn't enough to convince you to try to resist him. <>[[You]] bend over the desk apprehensively, acutely aware that you're exposing your newly fleshy ass and hips in a provocative pose to this powerfully masculine man. You suddenly feel like a nervous young maiden, about to give up her virginity and you swear that you can feel your asshole dilating, as if opening to accept him. You also feel tears start to well up in your eyes. [[Belinda]], who has walked in front of you to get the lubricating jelly from the desk sees your body language and says impatiently, "Don't be silly, Parker. If Daddy wanted to fuck you, you'd already be begging him for it. He just wants to examine you." "That's enough, Belinda," [[Mr. Anderson]] says. "She is right that my interest is purely clinical, though. I don't plan to hurt you or take advantage of you." You hear him snap on a rubber glove which he had retrieved from somewhere behind you and Belinda walks behind you to give her father the lubricating jelly. Mr. Anderson spreads your ass cheeks and you can feel him slowly pushing a big, beefy, lubricated, rubber-encased finger past your sphincter and into your bowels. He starts gently thrusting into you, making you moan like a slut in heat and you can't help but start rubbing your stubbornly erect penis against his desk. Your cheeks burn with shame at your unmanly behavior. Damn it, you think, I'm not gay and I'm not a girl. Why am I reacting this way? He pulls his finger out and removes the glove, discarding it in the trash. "Your prostate is still quite sensitive. That's fairly unusual at this stage. I don't think it's anything to worry about, but I'm going to have to check my past files and see what I can learn. Thank you, Parker, you can get dressed now." [[Get dressed.]] :: Uh-uh. <><>"I'd really rather not, [[Mr. Anderson]]," [[you|You]] say nervously, now intensely aware of your small size and vulnerability. Mr. Anderson begins walking over to a bookshelf behind you. "Don't be silly, Parker," [[Belinda]] says impatiently as she walks in front of the desk to get the lubricating jelly for her father. "If Daddy wanted to fuck you, you'd already be begging him for it. He just wants to examine you." "That's enough, Belinda," Mr. Anderson says, coming back with a rubber glove which he snaps onto his right hand. "She is right that my interest is purely clinical, though. I don't plan to hurt you or take advantage of you. Now, if you would please bend over the desk." You bend over the desk, still quite nervous. Mr. Anderson spreads your ass cheeks and you can feel him slowly pushing a big, beefy, lubricated, rubber-encased finger past your sphincter and into your bowels. He starts gently thrusting into you, making you moan like a slut in heat and you can't help but start rubbing your stubbornly erect penis against his desk. Your cheeks burn with shame at your unmanly behavior. Damn it, you think, I'm not gay and I'm not a girl. Why am I reacting this way? He pulls his finger out and removes the glove, discarding it in the trash. "Your prostate is still quite sensitive. That's fairly unusual at this stage. I don't think it's anything to worry about, but I'm going to have to check my past files and see what I can learn. Thank you, Parker, you can get dressed now." [[Get dressed.]] :: Get dressed. [[You]] dress, cheeks still burning, while [[Mr. Anderson]] walks around the desk and sits back down at his computer to start typing information into it. "I'll be with you in a couple of minutes, Parker," he says. You finish dressing and sit back down in the easy chair. He finishes typing in his data and walks around the desk to crouch down next to you again. "Well, Parker, you obviously are beginning the Process. I really must apologize. I quizzed your mother about you extensively before I invited the two of you to live with us and I was fairly sure that you were not a serious risk for susceptibility to the Process. Obviously, I was mistaken. Now, don't get me wrong. I agree with my father that the world would be a better place if everybody's gender was selected by the Process. His views on gender roles were perhaps a little antiquated, but it's hard to argue with his results. The subjective assessment of happiness for Rosestead residents is vastly higher than it is in similar communities without the Process. Nonetheless, I take seriously the need to experiment responsibly and I would not have subjected you to it without your consent had I known what the consequences would be. "Unfortunately we are where we are. There is no known way to reverse the Process artificially once started. I have seen it happen naturally on a couple of occasions, but that's very rare." "Naturally? You mean it just stopped and reversed? Do you have any idea how that happened?" you ask. "Well, one was a young girl who was turning into a boy. Like you, she had only recently moved into Rosestead so she was well past puberty when the Process started. Before she came to Rosestead, she was sexually dominant and aggressive, priding herself on seducing male virgins, but she would only have sex with them once and then move onto the next conquest. When she found out that she was turning into a boy, she panicked and, to prove to herself that she was a woman, she invited the entire Rosestead High wrestling team to gangbang her. I theorize that the Process decided that her happiness with her gender had increased and reversed itself. Alternately, being bathed in external male hormones may have disrupted the Process. I should say that she definitely seems happy to be a woman now." [[How about boys?]] :: How about boys? "Are there any reversals for boys in my situation?" [[you|You]] ask. "Just one. A boy who grew up in Rosestead and started changing shortly after puberty. I honestly have no idea why it reversed and it is possible that it wasn't the Process at all, but some natural hormonal imbalance," [[Mr. Anderson]] replies. "So maybe I should go out and have sex with some women?" you ask. "Well, it probably wouldn't hurt. I have noticed that the more masculine a young man in the Process acts, the slower the Process is to affect him. Deferring to other men, having sex with other men, and being humiliated or emasculated in some way seems to accelerate the Process. Conversely, expressing dominance seems to slow it. However, I've never seen it reverse other than those occasions I mentioned. Slow or fast, it always seems to catch up. I'm sorry, Parker. I wish I could give you more hope. I should also warn you that the Process is causing you to emit female pheromones at a greatly increased rate. Men will find you sexually arousing, but are unlikely to defer to you. Straight women are much less likely to find you arousing." [[Continue.|Breakdown.]] :: Breakdown. [[You]] can't help yourself and break into tears. "I'm sorry. I can't believe I'm crying," you sob. [[Mr. Anderson]] takes you into his arms and you cry on his shoulder. He strokes your hair and says soothingly, "It's not your fault, Parker. You have an enormous amount of hormones being produced right now and mood swings are a known side effect. I'm truly sorry that I can't give you better news." You're surprised at how comforting and reassuring it is to press your face against his shoulder and cry. His huge powerful arms around you make you feel secure and safe in a way that you haven't felt since you were a child. You pull your head off his shoulder briefly and glance down and are surprised and disturbed to see the outline of his enormous cock stiffening up against his right pants leg along his thigh.<> [['Accidentally' brush it with your hand.]] [[Ignore it.]] :: 'Accidentally' brush it with your hand. <><><>While sobbing, [[you|You]] sniffle to clear your nose and inhale [[Mr. Anderson's|Mr. Anderson]] masculine aroma again. Your dick and nipples have stayed stiff throughout the conversation and crying jag and for some reason you are entranced by his enormous stiffening penis. I'm not gay, you tell yourself. But you are incredibly horny and Mr. Anderson looks, smells, and feels awfully good. To your chagrin, you find that you have placed your hand down on his thigh to "accidentally" rub along that magnificent piece of man-meat he's packing in his dress pants. It is hot and firm and enormous. You don't want to do anything with it, but it is intensely exciting to have your hand pressed against it. You give an involuntary throaty moan and press your face against his shoulder again. Mr. Anderson gently removes your hand. "Parker, with all of the hormones you're being subjected to, it is perfectly natural that your female libidinal responses should be overactive right now. I'm very flattered and I must confess that I'm not sure I've ever been exposed to this high a level of pheromone production before. If you weren't my patient and the son of an employee, I wouldn't be able to resist you." You listen to him with rising consternation. He thought you were coming on to him! He must think you're some kind of slut! You open your mouth to protest, but he puts a finger against your lips to silence you. He gently disentangles himself from you and turns to his daughter. "[[Belinda]], will you take good care of Parker before dinner?" "Of course, Daddy." "Parker, I'm going to give you full access to the domestic staff so you can try out your theory. I will not order my staff to have sex with you, but I will strongly encourage them to succumb to your advances. When you go to school tomorrow, I want you to see Mr. Hilliard again at the same time as you did today." You sniffle. "Go to school? I can't go to school like this." After your experiences of the day, you're not sure you ever want to go back again. "Besides, my first day of gym is tomorrow. I can't undress in the locker room with these." "Well, Parker, I suppose it's up to you, but I would strongly encourage you to attend school if you wish to reverse the Process. It's not very manly to run away from your problems. You have to act like a man if you want to stay one. As for gym, Belinda can give you a wrap tonight to wear around your chest which should conceal your breasts. And there might be another solution on offer should you choose to take it. I will talk to Mr. Hilliard about it." The thought of going to school tomorrow terrifies you, but unfortunately there is logic to his argument and you steel up your resolve to act manly and beat the Process. "All right, you two, that's enough for now," Mr. Anderson says. "I'll see you both at dinner." He then walks back to his desk and presses the room's service button which is used to summon the domestic staff. [[Continue.|Back in your room.]] :: Ignore it. While sobbing, [[you|You]] sniffle to clear your nose and inhale [[Mr. Anderson's|Mr. Anderson]] masculine aroma again. Your dick and nipples have stayed stiff throughout the conversation and crying jag and for some reason you are entranced by his enormous stiffening penis. I'm not gay, you tell yourself. Something in you wants desperately to feel his cock, but you tell yourself over and over how unmasculine that would be, so you just keep crying into his shoulder. When you've begun to calm down, Mr. Anderson gently disentangles himself from you and turns to his daughter. "[[Belinda]], will you take good care of Parker before dinner?" "Of course, Daddy." "Parker, I'm going to give you full access to the domestic staff so you can try out your theory. I will not order my staff to have sex with you, but I will strongly encourage them to succumb to your advances. When you go to school tomorrow, I want you to see Mr. Hilliard again at the same time as you did today." You sniffle. "Go to school? I can't go to school like this." After your experiences of the day, you're not sure you ever want to go back again. "Besides, my first day of gym is tomorrow. I can't undress in the locker room with these." "Well, Parker, I suppose it's up to you, but I would strongly encourage you to attend school if you wish to reverse the Process. It's not very manly to run away from your problems. You have to act like a man if you want to stay one. As for gym, Belinda can give you a wrap tonight to wear around your chest which should conceal your breasts. And there might be another solution on offer should you choose to take it. I will talk to Mr. Hilliard about it." The thought of going to school tomorrow terrifies you, but unfortunately there is logic to his argument and you steel up your resolve to act manly and beat the Process. "All right, you two, that's enough for now," Mr. Anderson says. "I'll see you both at dinner." He then walks back to his desk and sits behind the computer. "Come on, Parker," Belinda says, "let's get you cleaned up." She puts a hand on your arm, helps you to your feet, and ushers you out of the room. She closes the door and the two of you walk down the spacious corridors to your room. [[Continue.|Back in your room.]]