Matt Wilkins was a freshman in college. He was shy and a bit awkward, which was the main reason he’d left his home town. He’d been trying to reinvent himself on campus, give himself a fresh start, but to no avail. He was still jittery and nervous. On top of that, he was broke.
Today, he found a flyer - one that promised money for participating in a case study. He quickly tore the flyer down and walked towards the address listed. “Oh man, this seems too good to be true. It can’t hurt, right?” He said to himself.
******
A little while later, he found a row of houses tucked away, seemingly in another world from the bustling downtown it was surrounded by.
Matt saw a sign that said “Dr. Elizabeth Schneider, PhD”
“Guess this is the right place...” he said, ringing the doorbell.
*******
Elizabeth, or Liz as she preferred to be called was excited to meet her first victi- er, client. “Oh, wonderful!” she thought, hoping for a cute girl she could turn into a lesbian.
Her expectations dropped when she looked through the peephole. It was a boy. “Oh, I hope he’s not a jock...” she said, before opening the door.
“Hello! Can I help you?” Liz said.
“Uh... uhmmm... see I... found this flyer...” Matt said, handing her the paper.
“Oh, good. A shy one. Much easier to deal with.” Liz thought to herself.
“Come in, come in!” She said, feigning a smile.
She had him sign a bunch of papers. The monetary portion of the contract seemed to entice him the most...
******
10 minutes later and Matt was sitting in a scary looking contraption.
“Uhhh, is... is this umm...” he seemed to trip over his words.
“It’s perfectly safe, not to worry! I promise.” She said.
“O-okay.” He said.
“Now, lets get started.” She said, pressing the button which sealed the chamber.
He winced a bit as it closed. Liz only felt slightly bad. He was a man, of course, so she couldn’t feel too bad.
She had written out commands for a situation like this. She wondered if they’d be strong enough to carry out her wicked plan - to make a man crave being a woman who’d never even thought about what it’d be like to be a different gender; not only that, but to make it his fetish to be turned into a woman. She’d also added a few “safety” commands so that he wouldn’t be afraid to come back. Over time, these commands would ingrain themselves into his brain, becoming part of his psyche - at least, that was her plan.
She looked at her list:
“I am not worried by the chamber. In fact, it’s very comforting.”
“Doctor Schneider is so kind. I love visiting her. I won’t be nervous around her.”
“I wish I was a woman.”
“I’m incredibly horny.”
“The more I fantasize about becoming a woman, the hornier I get.”
“Women’s clothes make me horny.”
“The thought of having sex with a woman as a woman is incredibly hot to me.”
“I will buy girly clothes and wear them while masturbating.”
She smiled. That should be enough for now. She hit start.
******
Matt wasn’t good in small places, and this being dark didn’t help.
As soon as the door closes, he felt anxious, and yet incredibly sleepy at the same time.
He felt himself drifting away...
******
An hour later and the door opened. Matt walked out, dazed.
“Hello. How are you feeling?” Liz asked him
“Um... I feel very refreshed. I don’t know why I was so scared of the machine before. That’s the best nap I’ve ever had. I feel like I got a full night’s sleep.” He said.
Liz smiled. Was it working? The boy wasn’t nervous and he wasn’t afraid of the machine any more. She hoped it was.
“Good! Here you go.” she said, handing him an envelope and a journal.
“I’d like you to record each of your days until the next session. It’d be of great use to the study.” She said.
“Sure, I’d love to. And this envelope is...” He started.
“Payment. Go ahead, open it.” She said with a smile. She figures he’d spend it on some nice, feminine clothing.
“Woah. Are.. are you sure this is alright?” He said, counting the 20 hundred dollar bills. $2000 was a lot to anyone, especially a broke college student.
“Of course. It’s from a grant. It has to go to someone, Matt.” She said.
She noticed a bit of an upset look when she said his name. “It might just be my imagination... or it could be something else.” She thought. Just as soon as it was there, it was gone.
“Thank you so much, doctor. I’ll see you next week.” He said.
She held the door open for him and anticipated him coming back...