I stood nervously at the back of the studio watching Juliet as she bounded to the front to greet the slippery presenter. With arms outstretched, Sara Fox was waiting to embrace her like a long-lost friend. She turned round to check if I was following and gestured for me to catch up. I followed obediently and made my way to the front. Sara and I embraced and she gave me a knowing, sexy, come hither wink.

"Congratulations", she coughed, "you've been selected for tonight's challenge and as this is our pre-Christmas show, we can guarantee a surprise is in store."

Juliet could scarcely contain herself but I knew the show was in trouble and needed a controversy to boost ratings. I dreaded finding myself at the wrong end of a huge publicity stunt. It was Friday night-pub chucking out telly, the lowest of the low on British TV. Drunken lads sat and ogled Sara while she teased and humiliated their peers. Previous winners had been parachuted from planes with video cameras or forced to live in isolation with just a camera as company for a week. Each programme included a video diary from the past weeks winners describing their joy - enhanced by a cheque for £1,000 once they'd completed the challenge.

Sara put her arm round my shoulder.

"Michael, I'm afraid this is one for you but you'll need to draw on Juliet's help and support. We are offering you the biggest prize we've ever had but your challenge will last a whole month. We'll need four diaries and your prize will increase with each one. Are you up for it?"

Juliet screeched. We were badly in debt and needed any money we could get our hands on. I just nodded and accepted the risk.

"Well, Michael, you see those five girls over there." I looked over and saw five babes by the bar. Typical TV totty. Nothing special.

"Yes," I replied nervously.

"Well, Michael, each one of them has had breast implants to enhance their natural assets"

"Yes" I said looking over. None of them were too big but each had an admirable pair.

"Michael, we are going to pay for you to join the set. You are going to have your very own implants. Discover how the other half feel."

I just laughed. "You're not serious."

"Oh, but Michael, I am. You accepted our challenge and tonight you are going to a special clinic for a routine operation. In a week you can come back for our New Years Eve special and show us your new assets. A month later they'll be gone but your diaries will be a record and you'll have pocketed the largest prize we've ever offered."

My world collapsed. Sexual humiliation. An unnecessary operation. Boobs. Breasts. Tits. The world was mad. I wondered how low TV could stoop. The show was going for a commercial break and I was aware that someone was guiding me by the arm. Applause and laughter bounced around my head.

Fresh air hit me and then I was in a cab. A nice looking girl sat opposite me and Juliet was beside me.

"You'll be fine" she was saying " I had mine done a couple of months ago. Hardly hurt at all and now they're wonderful"

"But you're a girl"

"51% of the population have breasts. You're just joining us for few weeks. Don't worry"

"But I'm a boy"

"You'll still be the same downstairs."

Juliet squeezed my hand. "You'll be fine" she repeated what the researcher said. "Think of the money." I just looked at her in disbelief. My girlfriend of two years was OK about a double-breasted boyfriend.

The cab came to a quick halt. The door was opened and I got out to make my way into a posh looking private hospital. As I looked around me, I saw it was opulent in comparison to the local NHS place I'd been to when I fractured my wrist earlier in the summer.

"See it's a fantastic clinic. Doctors are glorious. Its where I was, in fact it's what gave me the idea for the diary" said the researcher.

I just glared at her. Juliet passed me a look and I signed in. Michael Jones - patient.

We went up a flight of stairs and into a large waiting area. The researcher stayed with us for ten minutes and then left once she'd established we were ok.

"Christ, Ju, I'm not sure if I can do this."

She looked at me like I was mad. "Don't be such a wuss. Look there is two weeks till you are due on the New Years show. You'll have some time here and then we can spend Christmas together. We won't go to my parents. We'll just adapt so then you'll be fine for your big night out. January we can hide and then pick up the cheque at the end of the month. February your boobs are gone and we go away to celebrate. It'll be easy."

Mentally I counted up the days, a month would really be at least seven weeks. With two weeks from tonight's pre-recorded show to the New Years Eve special and 31 long days in January; I grimaced; it didn't feel so easy to me.

A nurse came towards us.

"So you are the volunteer."

"Not so sure about that." I replied.

"You haven't eaten recently have you?"

"No" I confirmed. The instructions had been clear. No food or drink other than water.

"Well, you've signed the papers so you are now well and truly on your journey."

Juliet and I were shown into a consulting and asked to sit. Minutes passed as we sat in silence. I just contemplated my future. This wasn't what I expected but it was true to form and I suspected that Sara Fox's merry band of researchers had more cards up their sleeves. A smart looking Doctor arrived and asked Juliet to leave us together. She gave me smile a reassuring squeeze on my hand. I returned both. The door closed with a sharp bang.

"My name is Doctor Hibbert and I'll be performing your operation. It is a relatively straightforward procedure and there are rarely any problems. In your case, it is slightly complicated by the fact you have no natural growth but that simply means the incision is slightly larger. The upside is that your chest is less sensitive so the cut below the nipple won't hurt so much. There are two things I need you to do. Firstly, we need to remove any body hair from your chest area and it may be comfortable for you if you shave under your arms from now on. Your choice but I'll be asking a nurse to shave your underarms before the op. Secondly, there is a cream you'll need to rub into the nipple area each day. You'll have stretched the skin your nipples will need to accommodate your new breast. This is a mild hormonal cream and won't have any lasting effect. In a similar vein, you'll need to wear a daily hormonal patch so that your body doesn't reject your breasts and take a weekly injection. The relationship between testosterone and breasts is not one I can be sure about. Again, this is simple and shouldn't have any long term effect."

My face fell. Injections, hormonal patches and cream. Not what I expected.

"Will any of this have a long term effect?" I spluttered.

The doctor looked at me and adjusted her glasses.

"No, it shouldn't have a long-term effect. You'll only be taking the drugs for a short period but you may notice a drop in your libido. No early morning erections, no facial hair, that sort of thing. Nothing dangerous, just a gradual drop in your masculinity. All reversible and very treatable when your are due to have your breasts removed in February."

"I'm not sure what to say. No sex for a six weeks is that what you mean?"

"That is your own business but assuming you want to have sex then it may mean you have slower sex. After a while, it will take you longer to get an erection but you should be able to sustain an erection for longer too. The first thing I need to do is give a preparatory hormonal injection. Are you ready for this?"

I nodded and watched as Dr Hibbert withdrew a syringe from a nearby set. She shook a bottle and plunged the needle through the protective cap. I rolled down the top of my trousers and felt the gentle wetness of the cleansing alcohol on my skin. There was a soft prick and she asked me to roll up my trousers. Everything felt the same but I knew it had changed.

"We need to deal with your chest hair. I want you cover your unwanted body hair with this cream and then lie in the bed outside in the waiting area for 30 minutes. After that take a shower, your hair should all come off and the follicles will close. It will take three months or so for it to start growing back but it will come. Don't worry, you won't have hairy breasts. We'll come and see you later so you can have your operation later tonight."

I took the large tub of cream and went outside. Juliet was still sitting there.

"Well...." She asked.

"I've had a hormonal injection; I need to wear hormone patches and rub cream into my nipples. I have to remove unwanted body hair using this cream before I have my operation so I'm fine. When its over, I'll have tits."

Juliet smiled in a knowing way.

"Don't worry; I'll be there for us. Now lets get rid of your hair."

We went into the bathroom and I stripped. Juliet made me lie face down on the consulting room bed. She started to cover my back with cream.

"Not my back, just my front."

"Don't be silly. There's loads here. I'll do as much as we can. "

She covered my back, chest and arms before the tub started to look low so she decided to hang on to the rest 'just in case". I sat and waited. After a while Juliet turned the shower on. I decided to brave the moment. The water was warm and gentle on skin. For a moment I lost myself in the warmth of the water and then realised water was gathering round my feet and there was a danger it could overflow. I looked to see hair blocking the drain. My body hair. I looked again and saw my clean chest and arms. The first outward signs of my changing body. I fiddled with the hair and it went down the hole. I got out and wrapped a towel around my hairless chest.

Juliet looked at me.

"No boobs but you're already hiding your chest" she teased and I smiled. I took my t-shirt and it felt wonderful as I slid it down my clean arms and over my chest. We went outside to look for Dr Hibbert. I knocked on her door. She made me take off my t-shirt.

"I see you've done your back and arms too. Well. No harm in that. It is time for us to prepare for theatre so I want you to say farewell to your partner and come with me."

I went outside and explained to Juliet what was happening. We hugged, kissed and she wished me good luck. I returned to Dr Hibbert.

Silence was the order of the day as we waited in her room for five minutes until a nurse came in. I was asked to strip and told to lie on trolley. A porter arrived and I was wheeled away to the operating theatre. I looked up at the dazzling light and an anaesthetist raised a mask over my face. I felt woozy and quietly drifted off into a dream.

I stirred. There was a weight on my chest. Bandages strapped across me. I remembered. It wasn't a nightmare. It was real and I was in a jam. I pressed the buzzer next to the bed.

"Hi, there" a nurse came bounding into the room. "You're awake, how do you feel?"

Her jollity annoyed me instantly.

"Thirsty" I replied in a croaky voice.

"Sorry, nothing till later after the Doctor Hibbert's been around. Won't be long now."

"I'm thirsty, I want a drink of water, I'm a private patient, go and get me some sodding water now!"

"Look, I said no, I'm sorry; I know you're thirsty. It is normal after an operation. You have to wait till the Doctor says OK." With that she turned and left the room. I tried to raise my head but the pressure on my chest was too great, I just stared at the ceiling till I dropped off.

I was being shaken. I looked up and saw Dr Hibbert.

"I hear you're thirsty." I nodded; I was also in pain now. The drugs must have worn off.

"Well take this water now." She held a cup to my lips and I sipped it down.

"Thanks. Better." I said.

"How do you feel?" She asked.

"It hurts and it's heavy on my chest"

"Both to be expected. The pain will go and you'll get used to the weight quickly. All the key signs are good so you're doing well. I'm hoping to take the bandages off tomorrow. Then we'll know for sure."

"Painkillers?"

"No need, it will go quickly. Can you move easily?"

I tried to move and found I could raise my head and shoulders easily. The weight on my chest moved with me but it was restricted and went with me.

"Good, you're fine. I'll see you tomorrow"

I looked up to say goodbye and saw Juliet outside. Dr Hibbert stopped and had a quiet word with her.

"What was all that about?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing much, just asked me to get you a sports bra. You need something to keep everything in place for the first week or so." I looked at her in shock. A bra, I needed a bra, I simply couldn't believe it.

"How do you feel?"

"Lousy"

"Dr Hibbert says you're doing very well and can probably go home in a day or so."

"Great I can hardly wait. Who shall we invite over to see the freak first?"

"Don't worry, it will be OK. I got you something to read." She passed me the day's paper.

"Thanks."

"Grapes"

"Thanks, again"

"Anyway, I better go. Visiting hours or over and I've got to see my mother, explain we won't be over at Christmas." She leant over to kiss me.

"Have fun"

"Bye"

I read the paper and glared at the grapes. Later the nurse came in with my meal.

"You can eat and drink now. 24 hours has passed." She helped me sit up and put some food in front of me. I realised how hungry I was and forgot all the old lines about hospital food as I devoured my meal. After eating I felt much better. Found a TV remote and lay in bed watching 24. At 11, a different nurse came in and switched the lights off. I went to sleep.

Breakfast time. An alarm rang and my old nurse appeared with a healthy breakfast of fruit and yoghurt. I sat up by instinct and momentarily forgot my condition. She looked at me and smiled.

"You seem much better"

"Thanks, I feel it."

"Dr Hibbert will be round in an hour or so to inspect your breasts. If everything is OK, you may get to go home at teatime."

"Thanks." I dreaded going home. I had to hide but our friends and neighbours would know anyway. It was just awful. I contemplated all this as I ate my breakfast.

Just before 10, there was a knock at the door and Juliet appeared.

"Ta dar" she sang and held out a John Lewis bag. "A size 12 C Sports Bra - yours I believe!"

I tried not to laugh but took the bag anyway.

"Thanks"

She smiled at me. "No problem, I can't wait to see what you look like" She leant towards me and whispered. "It is really turning me on." I couldn't bring myself to contemplate what was happening to my libido. She sat on the bed and put her hands under the covers and reached for my cock. It immediately stood to attention. "I see you are still in operational order." She flicked hard and I felt myself stiffen. "All present and correct"

She quickly pulled her hand away as Dr Hibbert entered the room.

"Thanks, Juliet." She said. "Perhaps, you could leave us alone for half an hour."

The doctor leaned towards me. "I want you to lie on your back as I'm going to take off the bandages. You will feel a number of new sensations but I want you to tell me if anything hurts. If so, we may have a problem, but I doubt it. You seem to be doing well." She started to unwind the bandage and I felt the weight on my chest start to move. It was oddly liberating.

The final wrapping was removed and my Christmas presents moved freely for the first time. They seemed to go in different directions. Dr Hibbert pushed my left breast up and looked closely. She then did the same with the right one. "Can you sit up?" I did and my breasts moved with me. They were heavy; it felt weird but also fine. All part of me. I looked down. "Christ, they're big." I was larger than Juliet.

"Average for someone of your size and build. You need to put your sports bra on as they'll need good support for the next few days but you're in good shape. Here is the cream you need to rub into your nipples twice a day and I have to show you where to apply to the patches - you'll need them 24 hours a day. Juliet is collecting your prescription. Otherwise, as I say, you're fine and you can go home later today. Can you lie on your back again?" I did as I was told and she rubbed the cream into my nipples. It felt cold but also faintly luxurious. She put the first patch on the top of my arm but told me I could put it at the top of my leg if I wanted. "I've never asked this before, but do you know how to put your bra on?"

I laughed for the first time in three days. " No," I replied. She unwrapped it and showed me how to fasten it at the front and turn it round my back. I pulled it up and hooked my arms into the straps. It forced me into position but felt much more comfortable.

"Thanks"

"No problem" She smiled at me and left the room. I got up to stretch my legs. My world felt odd as I wandered across the room but I could cope. I grabbed my T-Shirt and pulled it over my head. I looked down at my new figure. My T-shirt was now the wrong cut and looked awkward. I found myself thinking of my clothes and how I needed some better tops. Juliet returned.

"God, you're actually quite big."

"Average for my height and weight I've been told"

"Quite big" she repeated

"We can go home soon. I've effectively been discharged. Just need to collect bits of medicine." I pulled my jeans on and went to do my fly. My breasts got in the way. I realised this was just going to be the first time. I pulled on jumper. It looked better than my T-Shirt but was still a bit tight. I looked in the mirror. Upright breasts. My chest reminded me of those sexy girls in a David Lynch film.

It was ten minutes later that I gathered all my things together and headed off for the door wrapped in my jacket and clutching a small hospital bag with all my new potions in it. No one paid me any attention as I wandered downstairs and out of the hospital. We went to the car. Still no one seemed to notice me. I sat in the passenger seat and Juliet drove us home. No one pointed at the car or laughed.

When we got to front door, I dashed up the stairs and into our second floor flat nearly tripping over the cat on the way. I took off my coat and sat down on the large blue sofa. Juliet wandered in and closed the living room door.

"Well..." she said

"What?"

"I want to see your boobs"

I looked at her aghast.

"They're still tender and I'm really tired" I replied. I couldn't think what else to say. She came and sat next to me. I switched the TV on to break the silence that was enveloping us. We watched the news and I felt her hand move towards my crotch. My penis started to respond and soon I was embarrassed by the swelling between my legs. Sex was so far from my mind. I was really tired so I stood up and pushed my chest out.

"Now what have here?" she said in a mock medical voice. "Fascinating. Your boobs are very impressive." She leant towards me and pulled my jumper over my head. My T-shirt followed and I was down to my bra. She looked at me and giggled.

"I think I'll need to undo this too." She freed my clasp. My boobs fell forward and Juliet lent backwards.

"My word, you are a big boy in more ways than one." She grabbed my left breast and with started to knead my nipple. In return, it started to respond and a shiver went down my spine.

"I see you are reacting in the usual way, you are an unusual child"

She passed me my bra.

"Christ, what was all that about? I'm not some sort of prurient toy."

"My dear, that is exactly what you are. I'm meant to keep quiet for a couple of days while you get used to your new self but I have to tell you what this is all about."

I sat and listened while she told me about how the TV Company wanted to set us a challenge. If I could live as a girl for a full month then we could win £100,000 but I had to live rather than hide. I was being challenged and the great British public were going to be challenged too.

Juliet had been given £2,000 to transform me into a girl. If I lasted a week without someone spotting me then we got £10,000 to keep, another week and it went to £20,000 then £40,000 before it hit £100,000 at the end of the month. Each week I was to post a video diary with the TV Company. If someone spotted me then they won £10,000. I'd agreed to this when I'd signed the release form at the TV studio. The challenge started on New Years Day and we had to get ourselves sorted in the few days between Christmas and the start of the New Year. It was going to be called Where's Willy?

I could just get caught quickly but we needed the money. Student life was impoverished and I could miss the first couple of weeks of term and still pick up £40,000 - enough to see us both through college. We agreed that this was the thing to do - for the next four weeks.

Later that night we slept side by side and not for the first time in the past week I pondered my future.

We spent the next couple of days in the flat. Nice Christmas fayre, smoked and drank too much but felt fine. I was getting used to my breasts. We made love and it felt good and I let Juliet rub the cream into my new nipples. They seemed to be getting bigger but I assumed they were just adapting to me. She gave me my first injection.

On December 27th, the TV Company called to let us know that our account had been credited with £2,000 and we could now spend.

"All change for the next few weeks." said Juliet. I sat in front of her.

"What do you mean?"

"Come here." She took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen. She took an ice cube and made me hold it against my ear lobe.

"This won't hurt a bit. Think of it as a ritual." She boiled a pan of water with a needle in it and took the needle and gently pushed it through my numb ear lobe. A large sleeper ring passed through. She did the same with the other ear. I shook my head and my earrings touched my neck.

"We'll leave them for a week or so and then we can change your earrings. Now come up stairs." Again I followed her and sat down opposite her.

"This may hurt a bit but we need to do it." She took a pencil and traced a line over my eyebrows. Slowly she plucked my eyebrows to follow the line. I looked in the mirror, my face was changing and I was starting to look much more feminine.

"Now we're going out. I've got you something." She passed me an old handbag with a pink Betty Boop on it. "You can borrow this; I think you need to wear something loose. A bit androgynous but you need a bag. A girl won't go anywhere without one. And we need to do something about this." She reached down and patted my crotch. She told me to keep still and not get excited. She explained that she'd bought me something called a gaff to hide my manhood. I slid on a specially adapted pair of knickers. My cock slid into a pouch and she pulled it between my legs and pressed two studs at the back to close it.

"Now look in the mirror"

I stood there in knickers and bra with a girlish face. I was starting to look the part.

"Nearly there" she said.

"I need a piss"

"Off you go"

I wandered to the bathroom and was about to go when I heard her voice.

"Sit down!" she shouted. I obeyed.

I wandered back into the bedroom in my knickers and bra. Juliet smiled. She made me raise my arms and explained that my tummy was the wrong shape No bulges but my figure left something to be desired.

"You see the problem is that your tummy is still too male. You're going on a crash diet - salad and water is all you're having but I've got something else for the moment." She held up a small item of clothing. "You're very own clincher, it should take six inches off you and should hold you in place while the diet kicks in over the next fortnight."

As usual I did as I was told. I lay with my tummy on the corset and Juliet pulled it round. She laced the two sections together and pulled. Now, this was painful. My insides contracted as the pressure grew. Now we are serious. Six inches off would leave me with a healthy 22" waist. I closed my eyes while she pulled tight.

"Now take a deep breath" I did and she tightened again. Really tight. My insides were squashed. "You'll have to get used to it but not for long. We can diet together and exercise should help a bit."

"Now," she said. "You have to wear that all the time at home and when we're out if you can. It gives you shape. Lets get you dressed."

She passed me a T-shirt and a pair of flared trousers I hadn't seen before. I pulled them on and did a backwards buckle. A small jumper also appeared and I pulled this over my head.

"Stand up. Now look at yourself in the mirror." I wandered over to the mirror in my bare feet. I had to admit to myself that I was really looking rather good.

"Now for the piece de resistance. Come, sit next to me here and close your eyes." I obeyed instinctively. I felt Juliet rub cream and powder into my face, above my eyes. She asked me to open my eyes and mascara was gently applied to my lashes. She passed me a lipstick. "Don't tell me you can't do this." I turned to the mirror and nearly recoiled in shock a horny girl stared back at me.

"Don't be shy. I've seen you watch me put my make up on."

I put my lipstick on, pursed my lips and blotted them on a tissue.

"Very good. You can keep that lippy. Pop it in your handbag."

I did as I was told. I put my trainers on with some those tiny socks that make girls look as if they haven't got socks on. She squirted me with some perfume and I pulled on my old coat and a woolly hat.

"Now lets go and shop."

I was petrified. Surely someone would recognise me. My behaviour would be odd, I'd be clocked and we'd - no I'd - be beaten up. We clambered on a 159 and got two fares to Oxford Circus. Brixton, Kennington, Westminster Town. No one paid me any attention.

We got off the bus and wandered off down London's main shopping street.

"Now we need boots, shoes, tops, a coat, trousers, a skirt, maybe a dress, some decent underwear so you can lose that bloody sports bra but above all we need to get the basics right. By that I mean we want to sort your hair and nails. Your hair is a reasonable length, thank god, but it is in shocking condition and it needs styling. Likewise your nails. You bite them so badly. You'll need extensions and they'll need to be polished. All of this means, I've booked you in at the beauty parlour in the top of Selfridges. Nothing but the best for my new best friend." She smiled but I'd just noticed a boy looking me up and down. Danger flared. Juliet pulled at me.

"Looks like you have an admirer." I felt myself go bright red. She looped her arm underneath mine and laughed. We set off towards Selfridges.

"Now listen, I decided I should buy your clothes. I know how big you are and I don't think you'll be able to take the competitive sizing up of a Girls Changing Room. I'll let you choose your boots and shoes though. You spend your time being pampered and I'll pick you up at three or so."

I rumbled in my bag and took my phone out to check the time. It had a new girly pink cover but the time still said 11.15.

"That's over three hours away." I said in despair.

We took the escalator up three flights. Juliet looked down at me.

"Don't look so scared. You just need to relax and let the girls treat you like you are a really special- which of course you are" She giggled mischievously at the bad joke.

I followed her into the third floor boudoir and she guided me to the nail parlour.

"Listen. One tip. Tell them you've got period pains that way no one will expect you to talk much and you can avoid questions about your holiday, boyfriend or whatever." She blew me a kiss and left.

I sat awkwardly in front a smart young Asian girl.

"Hi, my name is Aysha and I'll be doing your nails. First thing we'll need to clean and prepare your existing nails for the extensions. Your friend was quite specific when she called yesterday. The extensions should last about a month but they may take some getting used to if your nails have been this short for while. They will allow your own nails to grow underneath and we can then see how things are in a month or so. How do you feel?"

"Not too good," I mumbled, "its my period."

"Don't worry, you just relax and we'll take care of you. Knock 'em dead at New Years, eh." She smiled knowing smile and I placed my hand on the table in front of her. An hour later I felt I had red talons stuck on the end of each finger. Aysha blow dried each hand and asked me to hold them out in front of me.

"Brilliant, even if I say so myself."

"Thanks, they look great." I leant down to pick my bag up but found I had to adjust my hand to account for the length of my nails.

"You'll get used to it. Now I believe you're booked in with Alan in the Parlour. His space is just across the corridor. You know where it is?"

"I think so." I replied; stunned that Juliet had booked me in with a man. He was sure to spot me.

Fidgeting with my new nails, I wandered of across the hallway looking for the Parlour. All I could see was a piercing studio so I knocked on the door. A tall, dark man with stylishly tattooed muscles came towards me.

"I'm looking for Alan in the Parlour?"

"That's me and let me see you must be midday Micaela. You called yesterday and ordered a host of little things. Going for the whole image change."

"One way of putting it", I replied.

"Good, I always like people who do something decisively. Could you sit down here and push your hair back behind your left ear."

I was getting used to doing as I was told, so I simply complied. Alan swabbed the top of my ear with some alcohol and picked up a piercing gun. He placed it carefully against my ear and pressed the trigger. A stud fired into the top of my ear. A sharp but brief pain. He folded my ear forward and put a clasp on the back.

"Looks good, now for your nose, I think we'll need a more delicate stud."

He held out a tray in front of me and I pointed at a small silver stud in the shape of a star.

"Nice choice. Now lean your head over to the right."

He picked up his bottle of alcohol again and swabbed my left nostril. He fitted the stud into the nozzle of a new gun and I tensed up. He held the tip of the gun against my nose and fired. Again the short, sharp pain and the fiddling with the clasp. I opened my eyes to look in the mirror. Two studs nestled in their new homes and I realised I was five minutes into an hour-long appointment. My life swam around inside my head. I'd no idea what was to come. I'd lost control and become Juliet's doll though I had to admit I was starting to look good. My new nose stud caught the light and looked really sexy. Alan watched my reaction.

"Looking good. Now the main item - I'll need to numb your tongue as this one can hurt a bit more. As you know, it will also swell so you won't be eating anything other than soup or the like for the next day or so. The stud has a long stem to account for the swelling so it shouldn't hurt but you'll need to replace it with a more suitable choice next week."

He picked up a different tray and showed me the choice. I was going to have my tongue pierced and the thought numbed me. I looked down at the tray and wondered which one should sit on my tongue. Gold was bit boring so I plumped for a pearl number.

"Very nice though not the cheapest"

"Doesn't matter, I won't be doing it more than once."

He smiled and asked me to hold open my mouth and tilt my head back. I did and he injected a local anaesthetic into my mouth.

"We have to wait for half an hour for the anaesthetic to take full effect. You can sit in the chair by the window." I sat and read through girly magazines. Cosmopolitan and Red. Time drifted.

I just closed my eyes again and felt tears well up as the numbness started to set in. What was happening to me? Three weeks ago, I'd been in college, just another student and now I was living in some sort gender corrupted twilight zone. After twenty minutes or so, Alan came over and explained that it was now time to pierce my tongue. I trotted behind him to the other side of the shop.

"It's a bit like going to the dentist, open wide and keep still."

I leant back and closed my eyes. I was dreading this. I felt the coldness of metal against the roof and floor of my mouth. A pressing sensation. The device was removed and the fiddling with the clasp underneath my swollen tongue. My mouth felt like it had replaced my tongue with a small balloon.

"As I said, leave if for a few days - maybe a week - so the swelling goes but you'll be fine. Two weeks and you'll have forgotten all this ever took place."

I smiled - if only he knew. Alan played the perfect gentleman and escorted me to my appointment at the hairdressers - or hair design centre as it was properly called.

A short girl with a clinical expression told me to sit down while she washed my hair. I flinched as she touched my shoulder but she seemed oblivious to my pain. She washed in silence and then combed my hair flat. I was to have a feather cut - easy to manage and at one with my new image but my hair would need to be coloured and a semi perm would give it greater body. An hour later and my hair was unrecognisable. Red, I was a redhead. Indeed, I was unrecognisable. I looked down at my hands and felt my swollen tongue. Juliet had certainly changed the basics.

Another woman approached me.

"Hi, I'm Kate and I'm here to do your make up." I smiled my now customary smiled and showed her my tongue.

"Ahh, well I guess you can't talk. You just sit back and let me guide you through to a new face." She cleaned my skin - a bit tough she thought and suggested a new moisturiser. I agreed and she put a bottle aside for me. I was a soft touch and by the end of the session I'd acquired a new face and a whole collection of exciting goodies for my new make up bag. Excitement was starting to get the better of me and I realised I well and truly enjoying the attention.

I went and sat by the window. A pile of magazines sat on a nearby table so I picked up a copy of Cosmopolitan. I felt like I needed to get into the psyche, understand what women were interested in. Soon I was reading about tell tale signs of a cheating man. Men are so obvious.

"Nice stud, brilliant cut and fantastic colour". I looked up Juliet stood in front of me. "You look fantastic." A series of bags were scattered around her feet. "We can go now, I've paid, all settled. I've got most of your clothes but you need some boots and shoes. You can't wear those trainers anymore."

We wandered downstairs to the shoe department. I was advised to take a wedge heel pair of boots, which I did, but I chose my two other pairs - a flat red pair, a bit like bowling shoes and my first heels. Kitten heels. Not too high but sleek.

We caught a cab home. Anticipation had the better of me and I could scarcely control my excitement. My cock gnawed at the inside of my knickers but Juliet had done a good job restraining it. I was dreadfully aroused as we piled the bags through the door.

"Now, I want you to strip down to panties and bra."

I stripped and looked in the mirror and Juliet asked me to try on my new clothes

I pulled on some tights, a knee length denim skirt, a t-shirt and a tight jumper. I looked in the mirror again. My shape was great, my face was great and my nails were divine. I had been transformed for TV but, against my judgement, I loved it. Juliet smiled.

"Now you look the part. We should go out so you can play it." I kept my new clothes on.

We packed our stuff and went down to the car. Juliet let me drive. Catching sight of myself in the mirror was a distraction. I just kept thinking how good I looked.

We parked in central Brixton and walked over to the Ritzy. We got some looks but nothing too unusual. Once inside Juliet bought two tickets and we made our way to the bar. My tongue was starting to go down and the stud moved up and down. I found myself playing with it.

Juliet came back with a bottle of water and a glass of wine. I drank my water quickly and she went to get me another. No one seemed to be paying much attention to us.

"Can you stop that pouting?"

"Sorry, I'm just playing with stud. Didn't realise you could tell."

"Typical male. You have to realise you are on show and not invisible when you start scratching, picking or fidgeting."

I drank my water again. Juliet watched and smiled her new smile.

"You do look good. How do you feel?"

I leant towards her.

"Not too bad. My nails are a bit much, I can't really get used to them. My tongue is going down but I like the sensation of the stud."

"No, I meant how do you feel? Do you feel different? People are looking at you and treating you in a different way. Do you like it?"

I shirked. I hadn't answered her question properly and I was embarrassed.

"I suppose I'm starting to get used to it to it."

"You need to do more than that if we're going to win that money. You need to live it, feel it or else we'll be finished in week one."

I needed to pee and felt myself squirming.

"You know where it is."

"Aren't you coming?"

"No, just sit down and let it flow. Don't forget to check your face on the way out."

I went to the girl's toilets. A small queue was there and I waited till a cubicle was free. Once inside I dropped my skirt and rolled down my tights. I could hardly pee without releasing my cock but I did so in the end. Pulled my tights and skirt up and then flushed. Five minutes max. Checked my face and left. No one paid any attention to me. Juliet watched me walk across the bar and reclaim my seat.

Ten minutes later we were in the cinema and I watched the film. Well, I dozed through a film. I suddenly felt really tired and the warm cinema was too much. After the film, I drove home.

Once inside, Juliet ordered me to strip down to my underwear. This was new territory for us. She sat next to me on the bed.

"If this is going to work, you need to feel and want like a woman not just look like one. I'm going to make this happen. I don't think this gaff works. It is too much like a drag queen thing. You need to fiddle with it all day. I think we need to go further if we're going to get this money."

I looked up at her. "What do you think we should do? I do know what you mean; I can't spend so much time going for a pee without people suspecting something. Also, my gaff is quite grubby after just one day."

"Well, when you were in the beauty parlour I bought something that could help." She pulled a box from under the bed and started to open it. "I'm not sure what sort of person uses it ordinarily but I think we should. Take the gaff and clincher off." I did as I was told and it was a blessed relief. Juliet helped me with the clincher.

I looked down at the artificial vagina. It even had pubic hair. I pushed my manhood into its new home and Juliet worked the thin strap to meet the belt across my back. It needed an adhesive and some stitching to keep it all properly in place but the result looked realistic to me.

"Now, girl. That is the best thing! It keeps everything in place and it is waterproof so you don't need to take it off. Not that you could easily if you wanted to. The little hole means you can pee properly. It's brilliant, how do you feel now?"

I didn't know what to say, it was all a bit too much.

She rolled over and lay quietly on the bed.

I felt my life had changed irretrievably. Juliet was taking this too seriously and then it dawned on me. She wanted me to live this way for four weeks - get the whole prize. To do that I would have to be a girl for a total of seven weeks and that required commitment.

"You don't want to get caught do you? You want the £100k."

"Don't you? Can't you put up with a little change for all that dosh? We can miss college for a month. Imagine what we'll get beyond the £100k - this could be the making of us and all for dressing up a bit. Christ, Mike, it is money for old rope. You've just got to live your part and I'll help in whatever way I can." It was the first time she'd acknowledged my male identity in the past few days and I felt reassured. It would only be a few weeks.

Sara Fox sat in the small production office surrounded by the debris of TV production. Paper fluttered across the floor as she turned her chair to face her researcher Claire.

"So you're telling me that he has really taken this to heart"

"Absolutely. I went round to see how they were getting on and when I knocked on the door this girl answered. I asked if I could come in and she said ok. It was only after she spoke that I recognised the voice but even then it took me a couple of minutes to place it."

"So"

"What?"

"Well, what does he look like?"

"Stunning. Obviously his breasts are in place but he seems to have developed a figure. I mean he had on a pair of hipster jeans and Fcuk t-shirt. His hair was done, eyebrows shaped, ears, nose, even tongue pierced, pristine nails - the whole works, really. Quite a babe, I'd say."

"Must really need that £100,000. Do we have it?"

Claire shook her head. The production had calculated they could afford to pay for two weeks or so but that was the limit.

"Shit. At least the press seem to be up for it. Maybe we can get a sponsor to sign up for it. Turn it into a competition. National Profile. Big finale."

"Who'd want to sponsor 'Where's Willy?' I mean you'll get the audience and the controversy but really it is quite weird. A ratings winner but something for French Connection, I don't think so. "

"The Daily Sport?"

"Just a rag no one ever reads. I think we need to be cleverer than that. We need to make him take risks. Ensure that he's caught."

Sara sat back.

"Go on"

Claire explained how each week the programme should present a different challenge to Micaela. The first would be relatively easy and the second would be touch and go. The third would be high risk and he'd be caught and exposed. All they needed to do was work out the challenges. It changed the momentum of the game by giving people the means to find Willy.

Sara leant back in her seat. She went through the pretence of lighting a ladette's cigar and thinking but Claire knew she had won her over. She leant forward and ran her hands through her blonde hair

"Make this work and I'll promote you to producer."

She smiled. Exactly the response Claire wanted.

Juliet luxuriated in the bath contemplating the events of the two weeks or so since Mike's operation. She knew he looked great. Statuesque. It was easy to tell from the looks he was getting every time he went outside. He was really starting to play as well as look the part. The real difficulty was the playing. She was really worried; she'd inadvertently given him his entire hormone dose on day three then she'd rung Dr Hibbert and asked for another prescription - what with the chaos they'd lost the first one and needed some more. She hadn't thought it was a worry; after all he would have taken all of it anyway.

On day ten Michael unwittingly took at least the correct worth of female hormones. She had become sure his bottom was starting to change shape, kind of pear shaped; his breasts certainly looked a bit bigger and were more responsive. His nipples stood out at certain times. She was puzzled that he hadn't noticed but his new vagina kept his manhood well hidden. His libido was a thing of the past and she missed her sex life. Even more of a bore when he seemed to enjoy his new role too much.

Worse than that his moods had changed. He was just much more girly. He slept more, complained he was cold all the time and had started doing feminine things. He was always nicely perfumed and she thought his emotions were swinging - he even looked tearful at the end of an old Bette Davis movie. Clothes were neatly folded and put in the wardrobe before he went to bed. His side of the wardrobe was bursting and he had colonised parts of the bathroom with his own femininity. She'd relented on the diet but he seemed more than happy to stick with it - citing the importance of maintaining his new figure. He'd asked to go shopping tomorrow.

She'd taken him to the pub - normally a place she hated. In the pub, he'd opted for a spritzer when she offered him a pint. He complained that too much liquid would make him pee all night and then suggested they went home as it was too smoky and his clothes would smell. She couldn't insist on staying as she agreed and they went home to split a bottle of wine. Above all it was the looks he was getting, all the boys seemed to notice him and he clearly loved the attention. Male danger lurked in every public space but Michael was just too inexperienced to handle it.

She wondered how far this could go. Michael was living - and seemed to be loving - the part. Although the money could be in the bag, she was missing his masculinity.

Penny Dunne May 2004 © 2004

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