The Correction Clinic

Wife's punishment after discovering cross dressing. 

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THE CORRECTION CLINIC.  
A story by Sheila. 
No option. 
I knew that there was something wrong as soon as I opened the front 
door. My wife, Jean, usually greeted me with an affectionate peck 
on the cheek and asked whether I had had a good day. But today, 
there she stood there looking like thunder. 
"I think you have some explaining to do!" 
She was not very computer literate and used it only for writing 
occasional letters and playing patience games. It appeared that she 
had inadvertently clicked on Internet Explorer for which the icon 
was next to the Word Processor. I had omitted to clear the History 
and delete the files and had left the History window on screen. 
Curiosity had lead her to click on some of the more dubiously named 
sites, which had, of course, been automatically downloaded to my 
hard disk and were now readily accessible. 
My lifelong interest in cross-dressing was now out in the open. 
Jean had always avoided any sort of kinky sex and flatly refused to 
talk about what she described as perversion. Her reaction was 
almost as if I had been unfaithful, which, in a sense, I had. She 
demanded to know whether I actually practised cross-dressing and, 
after much pressure, I finished by showing her my secret collection 
of corsets and lingerie. What made it even worse was that she 
recognised a few of the items as having mysteriously disappeared 
from her wardrobe some years before. Also among the clothes was my 
home-made J tube chastity belt which I wore to prevent me from 
masturbating while dressed. She immediately wanted a demonstration 
and, as soon as I had locked myself in, dropped the key down her 
cleavage. Further, she said that as I obviously liked to wear 
corsets, I had better cover the belt with one. 
We had until then had a fairly settled marriage, but recently, sex 
had become a once a month affair which neither of us really 
enjoyed. I was now told to move into the spare room and life 
continued with a frosty atmosphere between us for about two weeks. 
She kept me locked in the belt all the time - far longer than the 
few hours which was previously the longest time I had worn it. I 
slowly got used go it and to sitting when visiting the toilet. It 
was not too uncomfortable, but a constant reminder that Jean was 
now in control of my life. 
Then one day, I returned home to be told that it was time we had 
another serious talk. She had given a lot of thought to the problem 
and decided that she would give me a simple choice. She had been 
doing some research. Either she would file for divorce (leaving me 
with no home and no money) or I would agree to attend a clinic 
which she considered would put a stop to my perversion. There was 
no real option. Faced with that choice, it was hardly surprising 
that I should choose the latter, and I readily signed some consent 
forms which she had obtained agreeing to the treatment. I was still 
locked up and was told that I would remain so until my treatment. 
A few days before my appointment, we received detailed instructions 
of where to find the clinic and was advised "for security reasons" 
to bring a minimum of clothes and no valuables. 
When the day arrived, Jean drove me to the address given which was 
in a city about 100 miles from our home. It was a large house in a 
good part of town. Jean had a smile on her face as she watched me 
go to the front door and waved. There was no brass plate on the 
door, but my knock was answered almost immediately by a most 
attractive girl somewhat revealingly dressed. I was shown into a 
waiting area and glanced round to note sparse but expensive 
furnishings, deep pile carpets and subdued lighting. I found it 
difficult to keep my eyes off the girl and quickly became aware of 
the constraint of my belt. She apologised that Doctor was not quite 
ready to see me and offered coffee. 
Some minutes later, she asked me to follow her, which I did, 
somewhat unsteadily, feeling nervous but slightly light-headed. The 
room we entered contained only a chair and a screen behind which 
was another door. It was similarly dimly lit with the same deep 
carpet. I was invited to strip off and put on a medical gown which 
lay on the chair and press a bell when ready. The girl left me 
alone and as I undressed I felt as if slightly inebriated. However, 
I did as instructed, pressed the bell and immediately the lights 
went out. Hands grabbed my wrists and I felt the cold steel of 
handcuffs click behind my back. Before I could speak, a gag was 
thrust into my mouth and a helmet drawn down over my head which 
covered all except my nose and mouth. There were pads which ensured 
that my eyes stayed tightly shut. 
I heard a woman's voice say "Amanda, did you check that she has 
signed all the necessary consent forms and that all her 
documentation is in order?" A girl's voice (certainly the 
receptionist) said "Yes Doctor, it's all in order. We can start the 
treatment". 
"She"? "Her"? They seemed to be referring to me, but I was by now 
too befuddled to wonder why. And Doctor was obviously female. 
I was lead into what I sensed was a larger room and given an easy 
chair to sit down. The gag was removed. Doctor spoke. "I'm sorry to 
greet you in this way, but, as you will discover, it is a necessary 
part of your treatment. You will be staying with us rather longer 
than the few days you were expecting, but your wife has paid for 
the full course up-front and knows the whole nature and approximate 
duration of your treatment. 
"Firstly, let me explain that it is essential that you will not be 
able to see anything of the treatment until it is complete. In a 
few moments, you will be given a full anaesthetic (the coffee 
contained a pre-med) and a minor operation on your eyes will render 
you totally blind for the foreseeable future. This operation is 
reversible but that depends on your full co-operation with the 
treatment. You will be given a course of drugs and some surgery 
will be necessary. During all this, you will be well looked after 
by my staff. Our fees are not cheap but we aim to give a high 
standard of professional care to all our patients." 
I was by now unable to do more than grunt my understanding of what 
had been said and almost immediately felt the prick of a needle in 
my arm. 
What I guessed was several hours later, I slowly came to and began 
to assess the situation more rationally. I was lying in a 
comfortable bed. I was still wearing the helmet and my chastity 
belt. My hands were free from the handcuffs, but tethered to the 
belt at my waist. I was naked apart from the belt and helmet. 
Soon I heard the door open and a new voice said "Hello, Sheila, 
Glad to see you are awake. I'm Karen and I will be looking after 
your every need while you are here." 
"Sheila"? I was still puzzling over this when she said "Doctor will 
be with you in a minute. She will tell you more about your course 
of treatment. 
Shortly after, I heard Doctor come in. 
Treatment. 
"I feel we owe you an explanation for your reception, yesterday. 
This is a "Correction Clinic" and we specialise in treating cross-
dressers like yourself. We have developed several new procedures 
and drugs to help with this, which act much quicker than normal 
prescriptions. By the time you leave us, your secret fantasies will 
have been granted. You will have become fully female. You will have 
female physical features. You will look female. You will think and 
act like a female. Your previous existence will be but a dim 
memory. Your cross-dressing was probably done primarily for sexual 
enjoyment and such urges are not treatable. The only solution is 
complete and permanent feminization. 
"The treatment differs from sex change operations as carried out in 
many hospitals these days in that we carry out the major surgery 
first and this gives time for psychological correction while you 
recover. We use a combination of drugs, surgery and hypnosis. The 
drugs are delivered from an implant. The first such implant was put 
in place while we removed your vision and releases a combination of 
female hormones and chemicals which will castrate you. It also has 
an accelerator which causes both to act very quickly. We believe 
that you should not be allowed to see the changes in progress. You 
are now blind, so we will remove the helmet as soon as your eyes 
have healed, but any attempt by you to interfere with this will 
probably mean that we can never restore your sight, so it is 
inadvisable to try. 
"I would remind you that we have your written consent to carrying 
out these procedures and also that of your wife, who, incidentally, 
chose you the name Sheila. 
"All our staff are female and some, including myself, are trans-
sexuals, so we really understand how you will feel and can provide 
any help and advice you need. Although I am no longer in general 
medical practice, I was a fully qualified surgeon before my own 
operation. All the staff have appropriate qualifications for their 
work here." 
All the questions which had been forming in my mind now fell into 
place. Why didn't I read the small print? I had signed my whole 
life away. Divorce would surely have been preferable. It was too 
late now. Escape was impossible. I was blind and would have been 
unable to find my way out of the building, let alone any further. 
Doctor was still talking. "The drugs are starting to do their work 
and as soon as they prevent any possible erection, which should be 
in just a few days, we will operate to remove your male genitalia 
and create an artificial vagina. We have left the chastity belt on 
as a temporary safeguard against any stimulation. Your wife has 
given us the key. After the operation, we need to look after other 
physical matters such as hair distribution and voice. Your breasts 
will develop quite quickly. We will also start the hypnosis which 
will ensure that you readily accept your female status and adopt 
female psychology. Do you have any other questions?" 
"I don't have any option, do I?" 
"No, but there is no reason why in time you should not be happy in 
your new role. We wish you luck!" 
She released the bonds which secured my writs at my side and I 
heard her leave the room, but Karen remained behind. She asked me 
if I wanted to visit the toilet and lead me to an adjoining room 
and eased me onto the seat. My days of standing to urinate were 
already over and I had had no access to my penis since the fateful 
day of the discovery. Furthermore, that was also to prove to have 
been the last time on which I actually saw or touched my penis. I 
was able to perform through the drain tube in the belt and Karen 
carefully wiped away any drips. Before returning to the bed, she 
dressed me in a new silk nightie and gave me an affectionate 
goodnight kiss. 
"We will find you other nice clothes over the next few days which 
I'm sure you will enjoy. All the male clothes in which you arrived 
have now been destroyed." 
The nightie gave me sensuous pleasure but gave no sexual pleasure 
and caused no erection. The next three days passed very slowly. 
Being blind, I had little to do other than go over and over the 
events which had brought me to this predicament. I wondered what 
Jean had in mind ultimately and how she would explain my absence to 
her friends. Events were totally outside my control. 
The helmet was eventually removed but as Doctor had said, I could 
see nothing. I was completely blind although my eyes felt quite 
normal. The darkness was total. I was given help with eating and 
all bodily functions were assisted. I soon began to sense changes 
in my body. Karen brought a small bra and panties for me to wear 
under a loose housecoat although the chastity belt remained. I was 
allowed to sit out of bed for much of the time. I had no sense of 
time and day and alternately just slept and thought. 
I occasionally fingered my nipples which were more tender than 
usual, but they did not send the usual signals through my body. I 
could no longer sense my manhood in the belt. 
Finally, Karen told me that the time for my "op" had arrived. I was 
terrified but strangely anxious for it to be over. The pre-med 
injection calmed me a little. I was helped onto a hospital trolley 
and, maybe fortunately, had passed out before arriving in theatre. 
Before I came to, I had vivid dreams of my old cross-dressing 
activities and seemed to be enjoying these when reality slowly 
returned. I was immediately aware of pain, but I felt Karen's 
reassuring hand take mine. "Its all right, Sheila. Its all over 
now. The operation was successful. You are now irrevocably female. 
Welcome to "our" world. I'll give you some painkillers and a 
sedative." 
Several days passed in semi-consciousness, but gradually the pain 
subsided and I was made to walk around the room. Use of the toilet 
was complicated by temporary "plumbing". A new drug implant had 
been done during the op which was mainly hormones. They were 
clearly making themselves evident. I noticed further growth in my 
breasts and my hair and skin was noticeably softer. I started to 
put on fat in the right places. 
Soon, further treatment began. Depilation proved very painful, but 
gradually all my facial hair was removed as also any hairs on my 
breasts (fortunately I was never very hirsute). Similar attention 
was paid to my legs. Various creams were applied to my face and 
lotion was rubbed into my scalp to encourage my hair to grow 
longer. Throughout this, Karen was very friendly and helpful and I 
was seldom aware of any other person being in the room, although 
she did occasionally leave me with Amanda the receptionist, who was 
the only member of the staff I had actually been able to see and 
therefore remember her lovely figure. 
For sessions with the hypnotist, I was lead along a corridor to 
another room. The hypnotist was another trans-sexual with a lovely 
soft voice - very feminine. She had to rely on sound, speech and 
touch as I could see nothing. However, by now I was completely 
resigned to my fate and anxious to co-operate to the full, so was 
an easy subject. I cannot remember all the many sessions, but felt 
relaxed and found them enjoyable. 
Back in my room, I found myself thinking far less of what I had 
undergone and wondering more about my future. And I was pleased 
with the way my body felt. The plumbing had now been removed and I 
was able very gingerly to feel around between my legs. There was 
nothing to lock away in a chastity belt and it was an odd sensation 
to realise that my penis had gone and that I now had a female slit 
instead. I was even able to sit on the toilet unaided and relieved 
to find that I had good control of my bladder. 
About two weeks after the main op, I was deemed fit enough to have 
the voice surgery. "We have perfected a new technique for 
shortening the vocal chords." said Doctor, " It's very effective, 
but we don't offer you the chance of becoming a soprano - 
definitely a soft contralto." Another general anaesthetic and trip 
to theatre followed. I certainly had a sore throat afterwards and 
was told not to try to speak for a day or two. The opportunity was 
taken to renew the implant again - this time, it would control my 
hormones for the rest of my life. 
More clothes were produced. This time they were day clothes - 
several dresses, tops and skirts of nice soft materials. I longed 
for the day when I could admire myself in them, but in the 
meantime, the feel of them convinced me that they were expensive. I 
needed a larger bra and, with the plumbing was removed, started to 
wear panties and tights. 
After a time, when the sore throat had gone, I began to talk to 
Karen again and found my voice falsetto just as Doctor had 
predicted. 
One day, Karen announced that I had a visitor. Jean's voice -
 "Hello, Sheila. My, you look good. They've done a super job on 
you. Are you happy now you will always be wearing female clothes?" 
She came over and gave me a brief kiss on the cheek - the way girls 
do when they greet one another. "How are they looking after you?" 
"I'm OK - slowly getting used to being my new self." 
"They have certainly found you some nice clothes." 
"They feel great, but I'd love to be able to see them". 
"You might, my dear, one day, but soon I shall take you home and 
only when I'm completely satisfied with the transformation, will I 
bring you back to have your sight fixed." 
I groaned inwardly. However long would that be? She could keep me 
blind for ever. But at least I had a home to go to. 
"I've told all our friends and neighbours that you walked out on 
me, so I don't think they will be surprised if I have a girl friend 
to come and live with me". And by the way, you need to sign these 
papers. 
"What are they?" 
"Well if I'm to look after you at home, we will have to have a 
formal dissolution of our marriage, but the second document commits 
me to looking after you as if you were my sister." I had always had 
complete trust in Jean and still do. She has not betrayed it. I 
couldn't refuse, could I? She held the pen to where I should sign. 
I signed - literally blind. 
Initiation. 
After I had been in the clinic about a month and the surgery was 
well healed, I was in bed when Karen said "We told you these new 
drugs work fast. You've got a nice figure with good boobs". She 
came over and sat on the bed. "It's time you had some lessons on 
being a real woman". 
I felt her pull back the bedclothes and slide in beside me. To my 
surprise, she was totally naked. I felt her hands start to explore 
my body and I instinctively responded by cupping her fresh breasts 
in my hands. Slowly, she worked her way down to my crotch and very 
gently explored my new pussy. "You must give this regular exercise, 
otherwise it will tend to close up." She moved my hand downwards 
until I could feel her wet sex. She showed me exactly what to do (I 
had never been encouraged to do this to Jean) and shortly began to 
moan with pleasure as she reached a climax. I was surprised to find 
that her manipulation in my new vagina was also providing very 
pleasant sensations. 
Karen came to me several times in the next few days, each time 
showing me other ways of entertaining her and demonstrating my own 
erogenous zones. Being a woman wasn't going to be so bad after all! 
About a couple of days later, Jean came again. 
"We're going home today. I've brought more clothes. Karen and I 
will dress you and make you up, then we can go." 
They spent a lot of time on dressing and make up which I really 
enjoyed. I felt good, even if I could not see. Finally, both Jean 
and Karen expressed approval and I was lead carefully to Jean's 
car. I kissed Karen goodbye. I would miss her, but was anxious to 
be taken home. 
I knew when we arrived - the bump into the driveway was very 
familiar. Jean helped me indoors. I knew the house well enough 
after all those years and was able to find my way around easily. 
Little had altered. We talked a lot about what had happened. She 
helped me with my supper and finally lead me upstairs. 
It was then that I had the greatest surprise. We went into the 
master bedroom. This room had been completely altered. There was a 
smell of new paint and new furniture. She helped me undress and put 
on my nightie - a new rather skimpy silk one which I could tell was 
sexy and felt super. Jean lead me to the bed ....... and then got 
in beside me! 
She put her arms around me and kissed me passionately on the 
lips. "Welcome home my dearest. I've always wanted a woman rather 
than a man. You had your little secret and I had mine, but never 
got the opportunity to try it for real. It was always a fantasy. 
Now we can really enjoy ourselves. I know what Karen has been 
teaching you. Now you can practice with me". 
For several hours, we lay together exploring every part of our 
bodies. Jean climaxed several times and eventually managed to bring 
me to climax for the very first time. Wow! What a wonderful new 
experience. Doctor must have done a wonderful job on my clit. 
Jean commented "Karen has taught you a lot and you've more to 
learn, but that was a fantastic start". 
Every night we tried new ways. After a couple of weeks, Jean came 
home and said "I've got a treat for you tonight". I could hardly 
wait to go up to bed. Jean produced a parcel. I could hear her 
unwrap it. She came over to the bed and I felt something being put 
in my pussy and a belt done up around me. I felt around and 
discovered an enormous penis strapped to my front. "Now make love 
to me." The feeling of another penis inside me and Jean's reaction 
bought us both to climax very quickly. "Bet you never thought you 
would ever be a lesbian when you did your cross-dressing!" 
The Decision. 
I had been home for about a month. Jean never asked about my 
blindness and I was getting used to managing without my sight. 
There was a lot I missed, but there were compensations. I loved the 
feel of the soft fabrics of my clothes. My sense of smell and 
hearing were more acute. 
I almost began to wonder whether I preferred not seeing. I became 
frightened that reality would change my relationship with Jean and 
Jean clearly enjoyed looking after me. What would our relationship 
be if I could see and be able to get out and about by myself? We 
would become equals - could she take that? Would I make new friends 
and drift away from her? I might even take another lover - male or 
female. What if I did not like my appearance? 
The more I thought about it, the less confident I became of being 
able to cope with facing the world again in my new identity. 
And then came the bombshell. A telephone call from Doctor to ask 
when I would be coming for the op. She pointed out that unless it 
was done soon, it may be too late. Another week at most and she 
could no longer guarantee the result. 
I had to talk to Jean. It immediately became clear to me that she 
had been going through the same fears. She was frightened of losing 
me. We talked long into the night. 
The following morning, the decision had been made. 
And so, six months later, I am writing this on a Braille keyboard. 
I am, by choice, blind for the rest of my life. But I have a very 
special and loving relationship with Jean. She has not failed me. 
And I am a very happy and complete woman. 
March 2000.