The Procedure
a story by Little Samantha


It was simple, spend 3 months asleep and wake a new person, an improved person, the person you always wanted to be. For Jim this was his chance and while not cheap, it was investment in himself, in his future.

Sitting in the brightly lit waiting room Jim flipped through the clinic guide, he had read it more times than he could remember yet each time he absorbed the words he felt enriched, hopeful and excited. His life to this point had been one of endless monotony filled with frustration, a deep set frustration that he was not all he could be...... or should be.

The door opened sending a small breeze across his face. Standing in front of him was a nurse and doctor. It was time.

Jims mind flooded itself with images of what he would be like, his beer belly would be gone, his weak arms strengthened, his face chiseled, his whole body toned. He would be fitter, younger even, his subconscious saturated with confidence. He would be the man he had always wanted to be.

The nurse smiled at him, he watched intently, she was attractive, the kind of women Jim could never approach in his wildest dreams, but in 3 months time he knew it was women like her he would be sharing his bed with. He smiled back.

The doctor spoke about the procedure, but Jim had tuned out, captivated by the nurse and thoughts of a new life he just about managed the odd nod. When the doctor thrust the consent form in front of him he signed it without even looking. The nurse smiled again and strangely oohhed and ahhed as if Jim was off to his first day at school. Jim didn't care, he was ready for a new life.

It was blurry awakening for Jim, the last 3 months had gone by in an instant, he was acutely aware of the light above his head, it hurt his eyes for a moment before he slowly became accustom to it. Flashes of dreams he had had during those 3 months left him confused, his mouth dry he tried to call out but no sound escaped his lips.

He lay there, rigid and incapacitated, the confusion was subsiding but he was now gripped with fear. Had the procedure worked he wondered?

The door opened, he managed to turn his head and saw the nurse, she was smiling and that comforted him.

"Well hello there", she beamed, her voice like sweet syrup, "finally awake then."

Jim tried to answer but he couldn't make a sound.

"It's ok, your voice will come back, your new and improved voice I should say. Now let me take your temperature." She popped a thermometer in his mouth and hummed. Taking it out she smiled again and told him all was good.

"I'm going to leave you for just a little while sweetie while I get the doctor and then we can you up and out of bed. I have to say you look adorable you really do". With that she was gone.

Jim was confused again, why did she say adorable, surely an odd choice of word to use for a man? He sighed and dismissed it, instead he thought again about his new life.

The door opened again and the doctor, followed by the nurse, entered.

"Hello Jim, I am going to give you an injection that will waken your body." Said the doctor.

Jim didn't feel the needle, but he could feel it's effect. A surge of energy swam through every vein and Jim sat bolt upright in the bed, like a junkie having his first fix after cold turkey, everything was amazing, he felt amazing, but there was something not quite right.

There was something framing his face. Hair? Long hair? And was that a ribbon? He looked down, he was wearing what looked like a nightie, not a womans nightie but that of a little girl as he could make out Cinderella smiling proudly against his chest.

"What is this?" he said. Then gulped. His voice was back but it was not his voice, instead the words coming from his lips sounded like that of a little girl. Panic set in.

"What have you done to me?" he cried.

"Shhh sweetheart it's ok. Said the nurse as she reached for his hand, his delicate hand! "You are disorientated, try and remember precious, you came here for our little girl princess package, you told us how you had always wanted to be a little girl and we have made that dream come true."

A tear crept from the corner of his eye. "No, I wanted to be a better man, not a little girl, I never signed for that, oh my God I can't believe this."

The doctor examined the consent form and showed it to Jim. His signature was there but as the horror of the situation dawned on him, he noted the name - Steve. He had signed the wrong form. In his now very girlish voice he looked at both the doctor and nurse. "What have you done to me?"

The doctor took the consent form and scratched his head, then handing it to the nurse mumbled something about keeping this quiet and you deal with this and was gone. The nurse smiled again, but this smile was more uneasy than any before.

"Jim, I'm sorry, yes there has been a terrible mistake but you signed the form, regardless of whose name was on it, you signed it."

"You can reverse it thought, can't you?"

"If we could we would, of course we would but the treatment you have had is, well permanent."

Jims eyes widened and then without control he started to cry..... like a little girl.

"There there." said the nurse, "It will be ok."

"How? You've turned me into a little girl!!"

The nurse sat on the bed next to him, her perfume penetrated the senses in his nose and for a moment he felt a masculine urge, but that was replaced very quickly with a new sence of panic. If he was now a little girl, albeit a rather tall little girl, had they removed his cock?

He pushed the covers to the side revealing the hem of his nightie. He gulped and slowly drew back the nightie. He was wearing panties, pink cotton panties with a small rosebud at the top. He felt himself and quickly drew his hand back.

"It's still there sweetie, we have just, lets say, girlified it a bit. It's smaller, more petite but it will still work, you will still get little stiffies, so it's not a total disaster is it precious?"

"What else have you done?" almost not wanting to know the answer.

"Well aside from your pee pee and your voice, we have allowed your hair to grow and add a thickening agent to it so it is buoyant and easy to style. We have treated your skin and given it a young, childish glow. All hair follicles, aside the hair on your head, eyelashes and eyebrows have been removed, you will never grow hair anywhere else again. Your eyebrows have been thinned and your eyelashes extended. Your nose has been re-shaped and your facial features softened. Your body also has been softened, your muscles weakened and you now have such a slender figure. I'm a bit envious to be honest."

Jim couldn't take it all in, he just sat and sobbed.

"I know angel, I know this is a lot to take in, but be brave you will get used to it I promise."

"How, how will I ever get used to it, what am I going to do, how can I face all the people I know."

"Oh that has been taken care of, it's all part of the procedure. The moment you signed we faked your death, no-one will miss you."

Jim was shocked. "Faked my death? Why?"

"The little girl package not only transforms your mind and body but gives you a whole new life. After all you cannot really go back your old life as you are now can you?"

Jim shook his head, it was dawning on him now that everything before he signed that form was gone and to all his friends and family he was gone.

"Hold on, you said body and mind, what did you mean about my mind?"

"You body has been altered so it makes sense your mind would need to be too. We fill you up with just enough female hormones to help you feel girly, not enough to make you grow breasts, just enough to tip the balance, but we also reprogrammed your brain as per the client request. This has already been done, but for some reason it hasn't activated yet, might be due to all the confusion you had when you awoke."

So not only had his body been altered but now his mind, what would be left of him, left of the man?

"What was the client request?" He asked.

"Let's see." She flipped over the first page of the consent form. "Here it is, oh my, how sweet. The client request was to have the mindset of the most girly, prissy little girl, to love everything frilly and sparkly and be obsessed with Barbie. It also says he didn't want to retain any memory of his previous life but to also believe he has always been a sissy little girl."

"I'm doomed."

"Nonsense, once the treatment kicks in you will be blissfully happy."

"But where will I live?"

"You have already been adopted. Isn't that great?"

"Adopted?"

"Yes a wonderful couple have adopted you and you are to be their 6 year old little girl. I can see now why you have been left with the ability to get little stiffies. Looks like your new mommy and daddy plan to play with you in many different ways."

It was too much, Jim felt the darkness consume him and he slumped back into the bed. When he awoke everything was different, he wasn't in bed, he was sitting in a chair and he was fully dressed in adult sized little girl clothes. Something else had changed too, he wasn't Jim now, he was Suzie May and she was excited.

"Stand up Suzie May, be a good little girl". Said the nurse who was standing at her side. Suzie May stood up, the ringlets on her head bounced in unison and she happily twirled the skirts of her dress. "Your new Mommy and Daddy are here to collect you."

Suzie May smiled, she had never felt more happy, more alive and more excited. Today was the first day of her new life.

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Well, darling - what do you think of that! We'll have to hope that Little Samantha sends us another story like this one very soon.

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