Ah, welcome. I'm Candace, and I'll be debriefing you on our project, code-named Cockwork. Won't you step this way?
      You're probably not familiar with what we do here, so let me explain. Our organization is made up of transgendered people who have strongly believed that the general public would understand us, if they'd been in our shoes. So we help them, transforming them into members of the opposite sex, albeit without their initial consent. More than that, we re-program some of the more militant ones, using mind control techniques and strict bondage and discipline. These facilities will show you exactly how we do that.
      This first room is where new recruits are stripped of their old male clothing and body hair, both of which are not allowed beyond this point. For that reason, I will also have to ask you to comply. Once your clothes are off, there's a hair removal cream by the shower. Apply it, let it work, and then we'll rinse you off.
      In the meantime, I can give you a brief summary of our lesser techniques, before we tour the more interesting ones.
      We do make use of cult brainwashing techniques -- keeping a subject hungry and sleep-deprived, repetitions, deconstructing their logic, breaking their will, physical punishments and hallucinogenic drugs being some. We also incorporate subliminal tapes and hypnosis sessions.
      That's right, all of your body hair. This cream will also work on your beard area.
      Anyway, one of the most important aspects of our candidates' retraining is to prove to them that they are no longer men, and can never again be men. We immediately start a program of female growth hormones, some surgical alterations to lips, bust, ribs, eyebrows, chest and hips, and those who prove to be really resistant are also castrated.
      Okay. Let's rinse you off. Let me know if it's too cold.
      We have excellent facilities here for reformed girls, and excellent trainers well versed in the arts of make-up, posture, voice and comportment -- as well as discipline. As you will see, we have very rigid standards.
      Hm. Obviously, you're well familiarized with rigid standards. Well, we're going to have to something about that one. You see, erections are also not permitted beyond this point. Luckily, I have just the thing to assist with your situation.
      Hold still, now. This won't hurt, it's only a little cold. We keep our unused cock cages in the cooler, since we've discovered cold metal to be more effective a deterrent. There you go, now you're being down-to-earth about this. I just have to slip this on, and... voila. No more hard-ons.
      Aw, don't look so sad. It's just the rules.
      Okay, now if you'll follow me, we can take a look at some of the more interesting rooms on site.
      Down this wing, we do a lot of Pavlovian training. The principle is pretty basic: good behavior and thoughts are rewarded, while bad behavior is severely punished. For instance, in this lab, one shemale-in-training is strapped to an interrogation chair, with several electrodes hooked up to hir body -- at the armpits, the inner thighs, various places along the breasts, and of course, a large number at the restrained member. Sie is held so that sie faces forward, eyelids held open by little clamps. Before hir is a screen displaying scenes to which we enforce responses of pain and sickness through shocks and stinging fluids in the eyes and mouth, or responses of relaxation or pleasure through gentle electro-stimulation and / or partial genital stimulation. The scenes that we train hir to react negatively toward are scenes of masculine pursuits: scantily clad women, sports, seductive women, mechanic hobbies, male / female sex... anything that could be linked to their former pursuits, especially heterosexual ones. The only hetero aspect we don't cure them of is that of cunnilingus -- that falls into the approved category. Approved aspects include the male body, fellatio, slinky fashion, household duties, and submission. All of these segments are filmed so that the camera is at the point of view of the submissive, to ensure that the meaning is entirely clear -- that they, the viewer, belong in the submissive role during the interaction. We also use these times to show instructional films (with low level stimulation and subliminal messages) to teach them wardrobe and make-up necessities.
      As you can see, this subject is being cured of hir heterosexuality, at the moment. We're alternating from 30-second segments of male / female courting (negative shocks) to penile close-ups (which look like the penis is about to enter the camera's "mouth", positive reinforcement) to 30-second segments of mainstream porno movie (negative shocks) to thirty seconds of a man penetrating a she-male anally (positive stimulation), and so on. These treatments last for two hours a day, and a subject endures them daily, for hir two-year reassignment period. Now if you'll follow me, we'll view the oral training room.
      In here, each subject is kept in a kennel, where they spend their time for the first two months of their stay. They are fed and watered only by a pair of ingenious apparati: two penis-shaped faucets about seven inches in length and over two inches in diameter. One dispenses water when sucked, the other dispenses a nourishing paste containing all the vitamins and nutrients required for a healthy, balanced diet. Subjects must, of course, suck on these phalli in order to get their daily intake. What's more is that for the first while, the food and water are laced with a mild narcotic which creates an addiction. Soon, all they can think about is sucking on the phalli. When they reach this point, we slowly wean them off the drug, but the pleasurable association still remains. And for those who choose to hunger-strike, like this boygirl here, we let them go hungry for a couple days, and then finally, when they're weakened and can't resist as effectively, we enter the kennel and force them to take the water dispenser in their mouth. See? Sie's trying to pull hir head back, but sooner or later, sie'll start sucking. Survival is the most primary human instinct.
      But there's more: there are extremely sensitive and perceptive electrodes along the apparati which operate like a neural network. The outer surface of the devices is a membrane which allows for the network to detect even the smallest sensations. Additionally, the feeding pumps can detect suction pressure, and can be adjusted in terms of output. This all enables us to change the conditions under which the sissy can extract her food and drink. The devices can be set so that different functions must be performed, in order for the phalli to dispense their wares. For instance, one might be set so that sie must take it deep into her throat -- all seven inches worth -- while sie must rapidly bob up and down the shaft of the other to be rewarded. The devices can be set to make her suck hard, or lick the thing lovingly all along the cock, or flutter the underside with her tongue... anything you can imagine. And sie is never told from day to day what she needs to do to eat or drink, so it sometimes requires several hours of experimenting. Sie learns quickly, though, that if her teeth touch it at all -- aside from the gentlest of nibbling -- that the fluid will stop and will not flow for several minutes following. As you might imagine, this is an excellent tool for oral training, and not only overcomes inhibitions, it even creates cravings to suck cock.
      Alright, now if you'll please step this way, there are other training rooms to see.
      These are the classrooms. Here, subjects learn basic etiquette, the application of make-up, fashion sense, feminine poise and gesture, the art of seduction, and voice training. Male voices are not permitted in the complex -- which is why you've been required to be gagged for this tour, of course -- and here, it can be trained out of our sissies. Each interned trainee has electrodes in their standard chastity which can be triggered by remote control. Any poor performance can be dealt with swiftly, in a painful and intimate manner. Subjects tend to try desperately to excel, as you might imagine....
      Of course, not all subjects are brought in to be trained to please men. Although most of them are strays and trained as such, some are brought in by their wives or relatives for re-training. These must be trained to perform for a female partner. That training takes place in this adjoining room, where one teacher and one female recipient teach a patient the arts of cunnilingus and body worship. I am told it is particularly torturous for a shemale to know that sie can never fuck the pussy that sie is so fervently pleasuring with hir face. It is also anguishing for those in the regular training room here to see this training take place -- especially for those who are being conditioned for male partners.
      We also do anal training in these rooms. When they first arrive, our subjects receive surgically-implanted rubber rings around the anus, to prevent stretching. We keep them nice and tight this way, and there really isn't any loss of sensation, as the implants are placed underneath the ring of nerves there -- if anything, there is much more pain in the long run than there would have been, had the portal been allowed to stretch. The ring does, however, keep the sphincter open, so that clenching would not prevent an anal invasion.
      Here, we teach them to take it, and condition them to like it, despite the pain. Shocks are delivered to their member when they resist, and mild pleasure is given when they are compliant. This training is also delivered by a machine, the Impaler.
      Now, if you'll remember what you saw earlier, sissies had to kneel in order to suck on their food and water dispensers -- they were too high off the ground to sit, and to low to crouch. The same is true with the Impaler, an ingenious machine that the shemale kneels in, bending forward slightly, and placing hir haunches in a seat shaped like two hands. There are two restraining bars -- also shaped like hands -- which latch on at the sissy's hips, as though to hold hir like a partner from behind would. Behind the seat, of course, is a long phallus of variable diameter (different sizes can be used). Once the motor is started, the Impaler runs for the programmed amount of time, the pseudo-hands pulling the she-male back onto the lubricated dildo and then making hir ride it. It gets hir used to hir pussy role.
      In another adjoining room, we have some more torture devices, this time for hir other most vulnerable area: hir breasts. We don't allow our subjects to go around flat-chested, of course, and we obviously need to take advantage of the potential for torment, up there. One device we use is for a standard mammogram -- the most ingenious torture machine ever devised by the medical community. Sie is strapped into the machine with hir globes resting on a base -- also shaped like hands (we want them to become accustomed to being groped; plus, the base and seat of the Impaler can both be animated, so as to grope, squeeze and otherwise maul their tits and ass). And as you might guess, the sensation of the impaling of the nipple is excruciating.
      Yes, we do insist on giving our boy-girls breasts. We use a combined regimen of diet, steroids, female growth hormones and implants to bring about the desired effect. Although new subjects start out with little in the way of cleavage, we make up for this using a rubber prosthetic bra with filler. We want them to become accustomed to carrying around and showing off those fleshy mounds of theirs as soon as possible.
      And this over here is our piercing machine. With this, we pierce our sissies' nipples, an affix rings in them. It serves a utilitarian purpose, and it keeps them conscious of their chest: any time anything brushes near them, the movement against the rings tugs at their nipples. This way, even wearing a tight sweater becomes torturous.
      The piercing machine has one other use. We have three degrees of chastity, here. New subjects are made to wear a penis cage similar to the one you have there. Once a she-male's training has advanced to the point where sie no longer needs positive reinforcement, sie is fitted with a full-fledged chastity belt, which secures the penis in a position so that it is tucked back between the legs, and encased in a steel tube. This is then only removed when absolutely necessary, when an exception is made and positive reinforcement is required for some reason of other. As with the cage, orgasm is still not allowed, but some nominal excitement is permitted. The final stage of chastity is something more permanent, however. After all, sissies don't really need their thing, anyway, so we ensure it is enclosed permanently, by putting it in a snug metal sleeve and using a piercing right through the sleeve and cock to secure it. The piercing is then soldered shut to the sides of the chastity. The sleeve doesn't allow for any swelling, and makes physical sensation impossible. Right from the moment sie steps across our threshold, our subject is doomed. Now if you'll follow me....
      Alright. Here's the auction hall. When our boy-girls are fully trained and ready to pleasure a master, they are bought here to be auctioned off. Each sissy's auction is a week-long affair, where the she-male is put on display in a kennel, and customers can inspect hir, put hir through hir paces, and decide whether or not to compete against the current bid. After the week is through, the highest bid stands.
      This tramp here was once a televangelist. Sie took nearly two extra years of training, and still sometimes thinks sie ought to misbehave. but look how well sie sucks! Sie's probably the best cocksucker we've had through here in a long time, and quite obviously enjoys it. Although you have to wonder what sie's thinking right now, what with that fat, bloated lardbucket who's testing hir skills, right now. I passed that greaseball on his way in, and he reeks of stale sweat and other bodily fluids. It's not a very thrilling prospect. But if this fatso happens to be highest bidder, I suppose, then who are we to complain?
      Whoa. This next one's a real cutie. We use corsets on all of our subjects to train their waists into that feminine curve, but this one's really stunning.
      She's very quiet, too. Two years in a bark collar will do that. Even the slightest mumble will cause that thing to give her a crippling shock. She doesn't dare try to speak, anymore. Her only communication is silent gesture. She has become little more than a loyal pet, awaiting her master's attention -- a patient slut, awaiting her fucking.
      Oh, and look at this one. She's quite the brainless bimbo, right now. She was once quite the sophisticated little bitch, but we've made her sex-starved and shallow, over the past couple years. Sie was actually brought in to us by a competitor of hirs, from back when sie was a research scientist out west. It was kind of a revenge thing. But now that hir captor is satisfied that sie is too ditsy to be of use to anyone, he's abandoned hir here for the auction.
      That rash you see on hir legs, by the way, was from a test. We place a hypnotic suggestion in our subjects which renders them unable to wear anything between their legs, aside from their chastities and panties. Any attempts to do so will make their skin break out. This one's captor wanted to see this first-hand.
      Okay. That completes this part of the tour. We've got an appointment in another room. Follow me.
      Okay. The chair in the middle of this room isn't one we use all that much, since we find that leaving the equipment intact is more torturous for the sissy. But this chair is used for those few who are scheduled for castration -- either by a captor's request, or because the subject is more likely to resist feminization. There is a ring over the hole in the base of the chair. The ring is pulled over the sack, and tightens around the base. If you'll please have a seat, I can familiarize you with its use.
      Aw, why the stunned look? You didn't seriously think we'd give you the grand tour of the facility and not subject you to the process, did you? Oh, you poor naive little sissy!