Date: Sat, 07 Dec 2002 07:34:31 +0000
From: Dana Lange <dlange6969@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sex Roles 101 (part 1) - TG story

Chapter 1

Dennis had one semester left before graduation. He couldn't believe he
was this close. The plan was to go on to graduate school - what else could
you do with a degree in Women's Studies anyways? He was thinking either law
or policy studies, but hadn't really decided yet. He had sort of fallen into
the Women's Studies major by chance - taking a core Gender Studies class
primarily because he knew there would be a lot of girls taking it as well,
and finding himself excelling in it, even excited and passionate about the
issues covered. This passion and obvious skill won his teacher over, and he
was accepted into the department after acing a couple more classes. There
weren't that many men in the program. In fact, Dennis was one of only two,
the other a sophmore just starting the program last year.

Many of his classmates viewed him with suspicion and even outright
hostility at first, but his wit, kindness, and general ability to get along
with and treat most women with respect and equality eventually won most of
them over. He had even dated a couple of them, but things never seemed to
last - a common occurrence in all his past relationships. The breakups were
always amiable, however, and he managed to retain a close friendship with
several of them.

One of these exes, Jen, now stood peering over his shoulder in the living
room of his apartment as he paged through the course offerings for next
semester. Jen was certainly a pretty girl, but not someone most people would
call traditionally beautiful. She stood a statuesque five feet nine inches
tall, had a voluminous mane of curly black hair, and sported a rather large
hawkish nose when seen in profile. Nevertheless, she had a fantastic body,
kept in terrific shape, and had legs that went on forever. But it was her
eyes that melted most men; had successfully melted Dennis when they had met
two years ago. She had slate-blue irises and thick, wide eyelashes that
always suggested to Dennis that she was thinking about sex (which she later
confessed to him confidingly, she often did). She was currently wearing a
tight black midi t-shirt and a grayish and also tight-fitting miniskirt,
jet-black nylons, and a pair of low-heeled leather-strapped sandals. She was
into body piercings, and had steel bolts or loops through her ears, nipples,
belly button, and her clit, which Dennis had found especially enticing.

The choices for classes were limited since he had been late determining
his major and he needed 12 more credits within the program to graduate. The
only real choice he could see was to take several independent studies, a
senior seminar, and perhaps one of the only 2 lecture classes being offered.

"What the hell are you taking next semester by the way?" Dennis
asked Jen, knowing full well she had probably already pre-registered for
them.

"Well, I've already talked to my advisor and she got me into the
Sexuality and Sex Roles Retreat/Seminar - it's worth 12 credits," she
replied sloppily through the tootsie pop jammed in her mouth. "God,
haven't you even looked at this stuff before now *Denise*?"

Dennis grimaced. Not so much at the disparaging nickname she and several
other of his classmates had taken to calling him recently, but on the fact
that what one of his professors' referred to as his
'chronic-male-procrastination-syndrome' was again rearing its ugly head. He
was simply not a planner. He rarely thought of the future, except to make
sure he had enough beer stocked for the weekend, or to make sure he was
progressing properly towards sex in whatever relationship he was in at the
time.

"Man, I don't have a clue!" he moaned.

Jen reached over and snatched the course guide out of his hands, brushing
his face with her more than ample chest.

"Look, girlfriend, you have two choices: take the seminar with me,
or load up on separate courses. The catch for the Sex Roles seminar is that
you need to get recommendations from a couple of your teachers and
permission from the professor, Dr. Hanson, beforehand. Also, my advisor said
the workload for this class is a bear! She said the demand on time alone
prevents anyone from taking any other classes or having a job, or even a
social life at the same time. Also, the class is a retreat and is being held
in the Poconos this year, so there will be some additional room and board
costs."

Dennis winced. Just one last semester he told himself. He would have to
give up his cafeteria job, but that was no great loss anyways. It was
settled. Tomorrow he would get into the class and quit his job, and then,
hopefully, if he remembered and found the time, start looking at grad
schools.

"I just have one question for you young lady," Dennis started
with a smile as he crept towards Jen, "who the hell started this
*Denise* business anyways? Was it you, or someone else from my harem! If
it was you, I won't be angry, I'm just curious, from a social-psycho-gender
perspective..."

Jen laughed, tossed the course guide in the air playfully, and sprang for
the door with Dennis in hot pursuit. I guess that answered his question...

Two weeks after pleading with Dr. Hanson to let him into the course and
getting the required recommendations, but with three weeks before the class
was to begin, Dennis, Jen, and the other four students participating in the
retreat received packets in the mail. Inside were detailed application and
waiver forms to fill out and a note from the professor with some cryptic
instructions:

I imagine you are all anxious and curious by now to know what your
responsibilities for the upcoming retreat will be. Specific details and a
syllabus will be given out when we meet in Pennsylvania in a few weeks, but
in the meantime, please fill out the enclosed forms IN FULL and return to me
PROMPTLY (failure to do so will affect your grade!).

In this seminar, entitled "Sexuality and Sex Roles in the 21st
Century" we will be doing a lot of roleplaying, role reversal, and
intense study of socio-cultural determinants of gender characteristics. This
course is worth 12 credits so the workload will be very heavy and
time-consuming, and I expect everyone to devote their full resources to it.
Failure to do so will result in a failing grade. But given the excellent
background and recommendations of all participants this semester I expect
only the best. In addition, an initial assignment will be due when you
arrive in three weeks. For this assignment, I want everyone to observe the
opposite sex in as close and neutral a way as possible - look at body
language, mannerisms, intonations, and think about their effect on social
and sexual relationships. In addition, since this course will focus a lot on
the physical manifestations of gender as determined by social and cultural
tradition and mores, this assignment will require some physical effort. In
this vein, we are going to look at weight and physical appearance and its
relation to sexuality and gender roles.

To this effect, over the next three weeks I want the women to try and
GAIN some weight - eat lots of junk food, etc. for the next few weeks.,
while the two men in our course will try their hand at DIETING. Since I
already have everyone's current weight as determined during this past
semester's campus-wide physicals, I expect to see at least some results from
everyone. Nothing drastic is required, unless you get inspired of course! To
top it off, please compose a short (5 pages maximum) essay on your thoughts,
and how you see others' perceptions of you as you attempt to go through
these physical changes. The idea here and for the seminar in general is to
try and break through the barriers of understanding between the sexes, so
that we can all acquire a clearer view of the more serious cultural and
gender-based pressures that exist in our society today, and that have
long-lasting effects on sex roles going into the future. I strongly believe
this assignment and the rest of the course will be a great learning
experience for all of us, and may even be some fun besides! The only thing
you are required to bring to the retreat is an open mind and a check or
credit card payment for $500 for 60 days room and board at the resort.
Course materials and experiment equipment have been provided by a generous
grant from a local anonymous foundation. I look forward to seeing all of you
in three weeks. Good luck,

Dr. Janice Hanson


Over the next three weeks all the class members commiserated together and
struggled to gain or lose weight and write the required paper. Dennis and
Jen found themselves working together on the strange project, giving each
other helpful hints and pushing each other to try harder; actually even
competing with each other to see who could make the most radical change. In
the end both succeeded more than anyone else in the class (some of the other
women had more to start with, though). While Dennis, already a thin 145 to
start with, managed to lose ten pounds, Jen actually managed to gain 15
pounds, putting her up to the same weight of 135, although it must be said,
she put it on mostly in well-toned muscle, being an avid exerciser. Dennis,
on the other hand, mostly due to financial constraints anyways, ate (and
drank) much less, and when he did, Jen cajoled him into low fat stuff like
salads and yogurts. He also got into an exercise regimen with Jen, mostly
aerobics and yoga. At the end of the three weeks he was practically a stick
figure. Good thing he didn't have any male friends to make fun of him.


Chapter 2

"Ok folks, everyone gather around and we will begin," said Dr.
Hanson calmly but sternly after the last students, Dennis and Jen, arrived
in the resort lobby shortly after noon, all dragging along extensive luggage
for the two month long retreat.

Dr. Hanson was a youngish looking, middle-aged woman. Dennis guessed
somewhere around 36. She was new to the department last semester and it was
rumored had been through the Women's Studies program herself 15 years
earlier. In the intervening years she had gone on to the University of
Chicago to get her PhD in Sociology and had then taught at a small
mid-western liberal arts college that few had ever heard of. She wore a
burgundy skirt with a slit in the back that came up slightly above her
knees, and a white woolen, sleeveless blouse that served to accentuate her
protruding breasts. Her long, tanned legs stood glistening in sheer nude
nylons and ended in a pair of four-inch matching burgundy baby doll pumps.
She had long, strawberry blonde hair that came down in waves to just below
her shoulders. Her eyes were large and hazel and outlined expertly with a
subtle edge of mascara and a burgundy colored eye shadow.

"I'm sure everyone is tired from the drive here, but we simply must
get started," Dr. Hanson stated, motioning a porter to come over and
start gathering the students' luggage. "Nothing too taxing to begin
with, but the orientation period is going to take a couple of days. I have
reserved us a suite with 4 adjoining rooms, so each of you will be sharing a
room with a fellow student. Room assignments and introductory instructions
for the orientation are waiting for us upstairs in the suite, so please just
drop your bags off to the porter and follow me up."

The resort itself was on the fancy side and certainly normally would have
been priced at more than the $500 each of them had to pay for their 60 day
stay. The lobby was huge, and had adjoining restaurant and nightclub. It
also had a large pool, exercise room, and small café. In addition, it had a
central open-air foyer, filled with a maze of paneled paths, benches, and a
plethora of trees, shrubs and ornate flowers. At present, there were few
signs of any other guests.

The door to the suite was opened with a keycard that everyone received in
the lobby, and consisted of a large central lounge area with a small kitchen
and study room just off it. A hallway led to the four rooms, each equipped
with double beds and plenty of drawer and closet space.

"Ok, I want to start out frankly," said Dr. Hanson as the group
gathered around her in the lounge area. "Each of you filled out a
detailed application and waiver and signed it, indicating your willingness
to take part in this course. What we are going to tackle this semester is
going to be far different and probably more difficult than anything you have
encountered to date. After I give this speech, I will give out the room
assignments. If anyone at that time does not wish to take part in this
retreat they can do so without penalty, except the lost credits, of course.
However, if you decide to stay, you must do so for the duration of the
retreat, and follow the course requirements as I tell them to you to the
best of your ability. Failure to do so will result in a forfeit of your
resort fees as well as an immediate failing grade. Do I make myself
clear?"

Everyone was a little stunned by the sternness and mysteriousness of the
seminar so far, but they each nodded in agreement.

Dr. Hanson continued. "Simply put, I want all of you to throw out
your modesty at the door right now. This work will require you to drop your
culturally instilled senses of pride and modesty - they will only hinder you
from now on. We are going to engage each of you in an intense gender role
reversal experiment. This means you will receive extensive training and
experience in both the outer physical and inner mental processes and
expectations of the opposite sex. You will, in effect, experience what it is
like to be the opposite sex. It is my hope that going through this exercise
will give each and every one of you a subsequent far-reaching understanding
of gender roles that can otherwise only be guessed at by those who have no
real understanding of how and why the opposite gender operates. This will
then open up to you a deeper understanding of the discipline, which I
suspect will help you in whatever profession you decide upon in the future.
At the end of these exercises, each of you will then engage in some real
world experiences as a member of the opposite sex. At the same time, each of
you will be working on putting together a thesis paper on these experiences
and some aspect of it as it applies to the issues in this course in general
as outlined in the syllabus."

During this pause in her speech, Jeremy, the other male in the group,
raised his hand tentatively.

"Yes Mr. Greene?" Dr. Hanson queried, a slight smirk on her
face as if she was enjoying seeing everyone squirm a little at this point.

"Umm, exactly how will this training be carried out?" he said
in a slightly embarrassed whisper.

"Oh my, young man, you will find out soon enough," she
responded coyly. "But do not worry, I'm glad you asked that question.
Nothing will be permanent and I promise you will learn far more than you
could ever in any traditional course. We are going to divide the initial
transition training into two sessions, two weeks for the men, and then two
more for the women. Is everyone ready? Good, here are the room assignments.
Please retire to your rooms, where specific instructions await each of you.
Please follow them exactly, try to have some fun with it, and we will all
meet back here in three hours to see how the initial transformations have
progressed."

Dennis' mind was swirling in confusion, amusement, and curiosity. This
retreat so far sounded intriguing. The idea of trying on the accoutrements
of the opposite sex was not new to him. He had even done so several times,
the most recent being last Halloween, when he dressed as a sexy Cher to
Jen's rendition of Sonny Bono. Jen had even talked him into shaving his legs
and wearing a short glitzy dress and heavy make-up. In the end, they both
had fantastic costumes and won a contest at the Skull Room, their local pub.
He had even gotten a secret satisfaction out of the disguise, and fooling
some men at the pub into thinking he was actually a woman. He enjoyed the
attention the costume afforded him, as well as the innate sensuousness of
his shaved and panty-hosed legs as the night's wintry breeze blew up them,
the way the high heels accentuated his bare calves, and the pouty, sultry
look created by his ruby lipstick, false eye lashes, and eye shadow. A few
men had tried hitting on him, until he talked, of course.

It turned out that Dennis and Jen were assigned the same room. There was
a little tension-filled look between them when they found this out, but both
just smiled and accepted it since there was little they could do anyways.
Dennis had a felling Jen's lacrosse boy toy would not be so accepting of the
situation if he found out.  In their room, they found a note on one of the
beds with pages of detailed instructions. While they were reading them, Jen
began laughing uncontrollably. Dennis wondered why Jen's luggage was in the
room but his was not.

"Don't worry, girlfriend, your turn will be in two weeks," he
countered defensively.

Jen's faced turned a little ashen at that thought. The instructions
pertained exclusively to Dennis, however, and to the things Jen, and another
girl, Terry, who had just joined them in their room as her instructions told
her, would do to help him "assume his role" - Dennis shivered a
little at that phrase. At least I won't be the only one going through this,
he thought. Thank god Jeremy is here to share in this...

Chapter 3

His first chore was to take a bath and completely shave himself. In the
bathroom were several shaving kits and a smelly shaving lotion-type stuff he
was to spread over himself several minutes prior to shaving. The lotion
tingled a bit, but otherwise didn't cause any undue harm. Indeed, it made
the lengthy process of shaving himself a little easier, creating some added
lubrication and seeming to soften the hairs for removal. It was also made
easier by the fact that Jen and Terry made up a bubble bath for him and
helped him shave some of the harder to reach spots on his legs and arms. Jen
even shaved his facial hairs as he lay sprawled out in the large tub, slowly
running the razor up and down his face until there was not even a hint of a
five o'clock shadow. He had to do the required 'sexual parts' shaving
himself at the end, after shooing both the girls from the room. He got a
little artsy with this detail, leaving a slim triangle of short hairs around
his tender parts. Man, this is goddamn weird, Dennis was thinking. But weird
in an oddly satisfying and sexually stirring way...

Luckily, the bubbles covered up his "stirring" while the girls
were still present and he was able to compose himself before drying off.
After the bath, Dennis felt somewhat cold. He had never before experienced
having all his body hair removed. There was something so sensual about
having a completely shaved and smooth body, and his recent weight loss added
to this gender confusion. Jen then handed him a small piece of clothing
through the cracked bathroom door. It was a silk pair of black panties with
rose trimming, with hardly any rear to them, instead shoving itself between
his butt cracks and forcing his buttocks out a little. He then had to rub
some sweet swelling skin lotion over his whole body.

"Ok honey, I'm supposed to guide you through the next step, which is
to conceal your manhood," Jen said, failing to conceal her bubbling
laughter from the other side of the bathroom door. "Would you like me
to just read you the instructions from this side of the door, or come in and
give you a hand," she continued as both girls now let out a loud squeal
of amusement.

Dennis was starting to feel this was a mistake, for sure. But he was
determined to see it through to the end. He needed the credits and could
barely afford the room and boarding to boot. Besides, he couldn't lie to
himself that he did have a disturbing fascination with the female body and
how he might look as one.

"I umm, I guess you could help me out" he responded rather
meekly, opening the door.

Jen slid in conspiringly, a large grin still on her face. Dennis was now
experiencing a bit of shrinkage, which he wasn't sure was a tragedy or a
blessing, considering the other option he had only just dispelled moments
ago. Dammit, Jen had seen him (and felt him) with both conditions in the
past, anyways. Dennis sighed, and gave Jen a look that was intended to
ellicit some pity from her.

"Jen, I need you to take it easy on me here, ok? This is a little
different than our Halloween costumes."

"Alright, Ms. droopy pants. Don't get your panties in a bunch,"
she chuckled. "I'm sorry, couldn't resist that one. Serious from now
on, I promise."

 'Concealing his manhood,' much to Dennis' initial chagrin, consisted of
gently pushing his balls back up into his body and then taking what was left
of his flaccid 'manhood' and securing it back under himself with some
medical tape. When this was clumsily completed however, Dennis was surprised
to feel no real discomfort, except for the fact that when he looked down all
he saw was a flat, newly shaved square of short pubic hair that might be
mistaken for a woman's bush from a distance. The view from the full-length
mirror behind the door confirmed this. He felt very, very helpless and
exposed at this point, which he caught himself thinking, was perhaps just
the point, wasn't it? He made a conscious effort to log into his memory some
of these sensations and feelings to put towards his thesis. He put the pair
of panties back on and went back into the bedroom to don the first layer of
his 'outer woman'. Lying on both beds, behind the women, were an assortment
of women's clothes, accessories, and other materials of an as yet unknown
use to him that Terry had assembled from the closet while he was in the
bathroom.

The next few steps definitely required the work of multiple people. First
came a heavily boned, black corset. This required wrapping the strong
garment around his midsection, and then holding in his stomach so the girls
could tighten it as much as possible with the lacings in the back. When they
were through Dennis no longer had to let out his breath - he couldn't. The
corset was so tight he could barely breathe! The other result was a slimming
of his already thin waist to a comely 22 inches. There was also a bunching
of excess flesh above and below the contraption, giving him a bit more
'breast meat' and hip area than he was used to. This feature was radically
accentuated by the next tortuous step. He also realized he could no longer
bend at the waist very much at all.

While Dennis forcefully pushed up and together his small, fleshy breast
mounds, Jen and Terry applied some more medical tape, this time wrapping it
tightly around his chest, above the corset, so that an ample cleavage was
formed. Dennis had to blink when he saw this effect. Hanging and bobbing
slightly with his movements above the tight corset were a set of actual
breasts with a dark and deep cleavage which belied the actual size of the
newly created forms! They were an A cup at best, but he still felt a rising
sense of pride at his emerging figure. Jen and Terry kept him from the
mirror, however, until the next few steps were completed. They wanted him to
feel the full effect of the change, they argued - as if that wasn't apparent
to him already!

Next was a black bra. Luckily, Dennis had some experience in this, and
managed to get this on himself by hooking it in front and then spinning it
around to its correct position. The bra was filled out with a pair of
silicone breast forms, neatly creating a seamless D cup between his real
cleavage and the fake nipples which poked through the sheer bra material.
Peering down at his now radically changed lower body, Dennis felt some
slight movement in his panties. He somehow felt turned on in a way he had
never felt before by having his flesh restricted to conform to a shape so
different from the norm. Luckily, the tape kept him in place and checked any
further embarrassment - as if that were possible, he quickly countered
himself.

Terry then held up two more skin colored silicon objects, this time not
in the shape of breasts, but more like heavy oval pads and each about a foot
in diameter. They were thicker in the middle and tapered to paper thinness
at the edges.

"I am almost afraid to ask - but what are those for?" Dennis
pleaded, pointing to the pads menacingly.

"They're hip and butt pads, silly," Terry retorted in her
southern accent. "They will give you even more of that hourglass shape
we real woman exercise and strive so hard to achieve and so rarely get. It
will also serve to bring your hips out to the width of your shoulders for a
more realistic feminine figure."

"We will attach them to you with this glue," Jen finished,
holding up a rather large bottle of the stuff. "It says in the
instructions that it won't damage your skin and can be removed with a little
hot water."

While Jen and Terry carefully applied a coat of glue to one of the pads,
Dennis once again pulled down his panties and worked the corset up so it
wouldn't interfere with the application. The pads, as Terry indicated, would
be applied to each side of his hips, starting near his crotch and going back
onto his buttocks. The glue worked fast, so they quickly positioned it and
held it down for a minute or so while it dried. Once both pads were attached
properly, Dennis pulled his panties back on and stood up. The panties now
fit like a glove. The only problem was he was now carrying some extra weight
on his chest, hips, and rear. Jen had him walk around the room a bit to get
used to his new 'female body' and it took a little getting used to. As he
walked he had to thrust his chest forward and his ass back slightly to
balance himself. As he took steps, his new hips actually jiggled and his
wider hips swayed! Christ, I guess this is why so many top heavy women seem
to walk with such a sexy, swishing movement, Dennis thought to himself.

Dennis had a feeling what would be next and he wasn't disappointed.
Disappointed? Yes, he thought, at this point he was actually looking forward
to going full tilt. He'd made it this far, might as well see what the final
product would be. The girls instructed him carefully on donning the sheer
pantyhose, making sure he didn't create any runs in the material. Pulling
them slowly up his silky smooth legs produced a tingling sensation all over
his body. It was something he had never before experienced to this extent
and he couldn't help but like it. He did his best to conceal this growing
enjoyment at what was being done to him, but Jen saw it immediately.

"My, my. Aren't you a surprise," she said confidingly to
Dennis. "Terry, I believe our little miss Denise is starting to enjoy
herself. The pantyhose really hide those pads honey. Wow - you are starting
to look hot, at least below the neck! Ok, here are the last items before we
get started on your face."

Jen handed him a tiny black silk slip and then a pair of shoes, open-toed
with a two-inch heel, also black. As with everything else, they fit
perfectly. He now realized why Dr. Hanson had them fill out their exact
physical measurements on the application forms. As he slid the garment over
his head with some difficulty, due to the restricting nature of the corset
and tape, it came down high up on his thighs, barely concealing the hem of
his control top pantyhose. The overall effect was a definite feminine
figure, and it smoothed away the figure-forming undergarments perfectly.
They had him walk around the room a couple times to get used to the heels.
Dennis had done this part before, so he quickly mastered the skill, although
he had a sinking feeling he would be required to wear higher and more
painful heels at some point in the future...

Chapter 4

To work on his face, the girls had his sit in a chair in the middle of
the room, head tilted upwards slightly. The first and most painful process
was to give his eyebrows a feminine arch. To this effect, they first trimmed
his longer hairs to a more manageable length and then applied some gooey
paste with a slick and then some tape over that to the lower part of his
brows. Without being able to conceal some of her satisfaction, Dennis noted,
Jen then ripped each of these strips away from his face violently, taking
the excess hairs with them. As he was stroking his eyebrows after the
initial shock of the stripping, he felt how they were now so curved and
arched away from his eye, ending in razor thinness near his temples.

Next came a healthy layer of beige foundation, rubbed into his skin
gently by Terry. They next instructed him to close his eyes while they
applied eyeliner and several tones of dark eye shadow, the girls working on
him simultaneously and noting to him what they were doing. They then glued
on false lashes, and applied a light coat of mascara to his lower lashes. At
this point Dennis completely lost track of time, lying in the chair being
worked over by the girls into something he was almost afraid to get a look
at (but perhaps not afraid enough, he thought? The look was finished off
with some glossy, dark red lip liner and lipstick, a light dose of rough on
his cheeks, and, as the girls meticulously explained to him, a coating of
powder over it all to set it in place and reduce shine.

Lastly, Jen and Terry picked out a long, curly brunette wig for him to
wear.

Now was the moment of truth - to see the outcome. As the girls escorted
him to the mirror in the bathroom, Dennis noticed how feminine his walk had
unconsciously become; how his hips and ass swayed in unison to the clicking
of his heels on the marble floor. As he rounded the door, what he saw
stunned him. Staring back at him was a scantily clad, sexy co-ed. He now had
curves in all the right places, cleavage, large breasts with protruding
nipples, womanly hips, long, smooth, nylon smothered legs, and full, pouty,
fuckable lips! Dennis would have creamed his pants right there had he not
been tightly taped up. His knees shook and wobbled a little, and for the
first time since he finished bathing he felt how utterly helpless but at the
same time free he felt. And this was only the first day!

"Ok sweet cheeks, time to show yourself off to the class!" Jen
exclaimed. Dennis could tell both women were experiencing a mixture of pride
at what they had 'created', and some jealousy at the ease to which Dennis
had acquired such a sexy feminine look.

"Jesus! I have a feeling that we all may never fully return to our
old selves after this retreat," said Dennis with a mixture of despair
and expectation. Jen and Terry could only solemnly nod their heads as they
all walked out holding hands to show their hard work to the class.

To be continued...