She said, "You are in control." I'm going to have to think about that," Victoria said. It felt contrary to her experiences to think that she was actua...ly the one in control of anything. She was absolutely convinced that Dale manipulated her and used her for his own purposes. She was a helpless victim in the whole mess.That evening, Denise arrived home from work a little later than usual. One of the technical writers was having a problem and Denise had to spend a little extra time with him to. Now I was contemplating making some willful radical changes. The others had been accidental or almost casual. They were stupid leap-then-look stunts.Now I was willfully going to turn myself into some form of a freak - a girl with wings. If it worked I'd be able to do something I'd only dreamed about - fly through space literally among the stars. Not even astronauts could beat that. If it failed, I could be severely crippled. I could also be stuck as a girl. Girls are fine but I didn't want to. "Before your next exam Ill phone Dr Whites office and let them know"The next time was indeed very different. My underwear wasn't just pulled down, it was pulled off, and my feet were placed in stirrups, my legs spread wide as my asshole was probed by my Dr's gloved fingers, my cock stroked in his hands until I ejaculated.The examinations changed, as I grew older, they became much more detailed and involved. Sex toys were now used on me, enemas given, and most often I would be placed in. As shestarted to trim it. I noticed that my brown hair was now blond. The girl doingmy hair started to talk to me telling me how attractive my hair would be onceshe finished.As she was doing my hair two other girls approached and one started on myfingernails and the other on my toenails. I had one-inch long nails being gluedon to my nails and then she applied bright red polish to them. My hands seemedto be getting thinner and very feminine.The girl finished styling my hair and showed me a small.