I stood calmly again now from the injection, everything in truth seemingly like a dream but knowing I was for some reason not waking up. My legs were the only part of my body I could really move but I was growing tired of standing tethered even after a few minutes and could not help but shuffle my leather clad feet around the floor just to keep standing. I felt the cream first on my arms and watched as he methodically massaged in into every inch of my body. Even under the drugs I froze in fear as he slowly rubbed it into my cock and balls, more so as I felt his fingers applying it to my buttocks, parting them as he smothered it between my cheeks and down the inside of my thighs.

‘Do not worry. It is simply a gel like wax that will set in a few minutes. It's much better than a basic hair removing cream and I will give you a pain killer before I begin removing it. It tears the hair out from the roots so can be quite painful. But combined with the hormones you won't need to be retreated more than a couple of times in the first six months or so. After that the odd quick glide of the razor down your legs like all women will keep your legs smooth and soft. The facial hair is slightly more complicated. It's basically a portable electrolysis that requires a small area at a time to be treated. It is rather boring so I will teach you to do it yourself as it will double up as a way to keep you occupied when I am not around. You seem remarkably calm I know, as I said I am an expert in all things medical so you again have nothing to fear. Please understand that what I am going to do to you would drive even the hardest man to tears and probably virtually insane. Your 5'7'' small build and weakness with your girlfriend last night tells me you are far from strong in physic or mind so I will ensure you are kept regularly injected until such time as I can wean you slowly back into reality. You will always be conscious more or less and able to understand and learn. The process itself will change you physically and mentally beyond what your mind could yet even contemplate. You are going to have to trust me when I say though that it will be easier for you if you accept this as reality and hopefully glean some sort of ‘enjoyment' from your new life.'

‘I followed you out of the bar hoping to invite you back under the pretence of another drink and a bed for the night. As it happened you were so drunk you ended up slumped over my car in the dark alley at the end of the Rd. Luckily for me, unluckily for you. At three in the morning that part of town is deserted. This is really the first time you have been conscious since your arrival. A necessary precaution in case you were ever linked back here or to me. Again It appears no one really even noticed us talking as the police have never come knocking to ask if I remembered you. Then again it is nearly 500 miles away and some time back now. Here you better read this.' He took the newspaper from the drawer and opened it in front of me.

‘I scattered your clothes down by the river, your phone, wallet everything. I was not sure at first but here take a look'. As he opened the paper I saw a picture of Samantha my girlfriend crying. I slowly focused and read the headline, still dribbling as the leather bit nestled uncomfortably between my teeth.    

GIRL WEEPS AS FUNERAL CEREMONY IS HELD FOR BOY MISSING FOR THREE MONTHS NOW PRESUMED DEAD. POLICE CONFIRM SUICIDE MOST LIKELY AND THERE ARE NO SUSPICIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES. COMFORTED BY A MALE FRIEND SAMANTHA COMMENTED THAT IT HAD BEEN TRAUMATIC BUT THAT IT WAS TIME TO MOVE ON WITH HER LIFE.

‘Reading between the lines I think your ex is obviously getting her needs serviced by the guy with his arm around her in the picture. I wouldn't worry about it. Distant memory of an old life is all it will be in a few months. As I said impossible as it is for you envisage right now. This rather large and always horny bulge in my jodhpurs is all you will soon crave; well that or you will be a very unhappy and frustrated little filly. Your mind is swimming with various emotions I know. Enough as I said to send you insane if you were not medicated. I won't bore you with the details but let me just fill you in on the basics for now so your mind has something to focus on and understand why when I do certain things to you they are necessary. This is a pony girl, a fetish common amongst the BDSM community. I myself have played this scene several times and enjoyed some lovely young woman in the process. However my needs go much deeper and so I decided before it was too late I would use my knowledge and ability to transform some poor innocent into what I really desire. Originally my victim was to be a natural born girl. But then my mind started thinking how it would be double the pleasure to not only turn a young human into an obedient animal, but a young straight man into a cock craving woman at the same time. Obviously as the saying goes, you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. So I needed a young man with the right build and look that could be easily adapted into epitome of a pleasant looking woman. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time and I apologise most sincerely for that because much as I am reassuring you I know ultimately that even drugged and trained over a long period of time. You will always remember a little of your boy life and maybe shed the odd tear when you look in the mirror. But alas it cannot be helped and I will do everything I can to make the transformation as painless emotionally and physically as possible. I am sixty five years old so maybe only twenty to twenty five years left. Kind as I can be, let me assure you I intend to spend the majority of my days with my cock deep in your willing bitch ass. So please do not ever question if there is even the remotest chance of freedom.....there is not and never will be'

At that he held out his hand flat o my mouth. ‘Pain killers, take them' I stared blankly at the flattened palm and two pale blue tablets. ‘Look in a moment the wax is coming off regardless; I would take them if I were you'. Slowly I pushed my tongue onto his salty old outstretched hand and began licking through the bit to try and get the tablets in. It took a while and a lot of licking. I could not chew so had to simply toss my head back and let the tablets slide whole down my throat. Taking the side of the head collar in his left hand he began to pat the side of my face and neck with the other.

‘Good Girl, Good Girl........That a very good Pony indeed.