Dr. Lilith's Retreat Part 1: Consultation (Patreon)

CONSULTATION

Pulling her SUV past the guard hut and up the long drive from the gate, Carol Harris had not expected the grounds to be so beautiful.   A hundred yards from the main gate, the road diverged. A second gate closed off the left branch that was labeled as “Retreat Housing”

The right branch was open and went down a slope toward “Administration”  This road wound through some more trees, bright with autumn colors to come to an end in a small parking lot outside a long 1 brick building with a sloped roof.

She walked up to the door.  A wooden “Welcome” Sign hung beside the closed storm door.  The interior wooden door was open.   She walked in and was greeted by an empty reception desk and the smell of fresh paint.   Several framed paintings were stacked against the wall to the right of the door and a collection of couches and leather chairs was to the left.

“Hello?”  Carol called.

“Hello Mrs. Harris,  I will be out in a minute!”  came a woman’s voice from the back.  “Help yourself to some tea or coffee!”

Carol scanned the room and saw a 1 cup coffee maker beside a collection of clean white china mugs to the right of the reception desk near the door to the ladies' room.   Something was odd, it nibbled at the back of her mind but she didn’t know what to make of it.  Instead, she selected a pod of French Vanilla and made a cup for herself.

She heard a printer whirr to life and saw the machine behind the reception desk start spitting out black and white documents.

“Damnit!” said the voice from the back.

A beautiful woman who couldn’t be more than 25 wearing a blue skirt suit with her dirty blond hair pulled back into a bun appeared from a hall to the left of the reception desk and strode to the printer pulling the documents off as they emerged.  “Sorry!” She said.  “We just set this office up and I apparently don’t know the Printer IDs yet!”  She extended her hand across the desk.  “My name is Marcy Fletcher I assume you are Mrs. Carol Harris, my 10 a.m. appointment?”

Carol set her coffee down and returned the handshake.

“Marcy.  It’s nice to meet you.”  She looked around “Will we be meeting with Dr. Lilith?”

“The Doctor is up in the clinic overseeing the installation of some equipment that we have been waiting on.  We will catch up with her during the tour.”  Marcy said.  She motioned to the door beside the reception desk.  “Come around back so we can talk.”

Carol followed Marcy through a wide-open area with a stage to the left.

“We are thinking of using this space for sponsor reviews.  I think we can do better for graduations”  Marcy explained as she crossed the space and held open a door for Carol on the far side.

Carol followed and found herself in a carpeted hallway lit with brass fixtures attached to the wall.  Marcy continued to the first door on the right and welcomed Carol into the spartan but tastefully decorated office.   
A Black chrome and glass desk sat centered on the left wall.  Marcy gestured to one of the leather chairs as she made her way to her own seat behind the desk.  Once Carol was seated, she pushed one of the sheets she had printed across to Carol.  
“Have you seen this pamphlet?”  She asked.  
Carol looked down. It said

Dr. Lilith’s Treatment Center and Retreat.

Offering complete care and empathetic counseling for:

• Alcoholism
• Addiction
• Anger Management
• Exhaustion
• Stress
• Intimacy issues.

In an isolated and private calming environment.

The text was interspersed with photographs of the grounds Carol had just passed through.

“No!” Carol said.  “No, this may be a mistake.  That’s not what I was told this place was.”  She considered pulling up her phone, a copy of the digital flyer was still saved in an encrypted message from her friend the Senator but she decided against taking the risk.

Marcy smiled and nodded.  “No mistake Mrs. Harris. Take that with you in case Mr. Harris asks where you have been.  It was important for me to make sure of your intent before we discussed any more.  What were you told about us?”

“I was told that you could help me with…” She looked down at her coffee.  “With fixing my husband.”

Marcy grinned.  “So you came because of our other pamphlet.”  She passed a second sheet to Carol.  It read,

Dr. Lilith’s Male Correction Retreat

Discrete and Complete

Involuntary Feminization Services

There was a black and white photo of a muscular man lifting weights on the top and a color photo of a beautiful woman in a flowing dress holding flowers on the bottom.

Carol’s eyes went wide with recognition.   “Yes!  That's the one!  I was wondering how that uh… works.”

“Well,” Marcy said.  “That all depends on your goals for your Husband.  How far do you want to take him?”

“Uhh… “ Carol had not thought this far ahead.  She had been venting to her friend about Jeff’s constant travel which was an obvious cover for his infidelity when Rhonda had sent her the encrypted digital brochure.

“If you really want to get the bastard good sign him up with them!”  she had said.

Carol had laughed it off at the time until Jeff called that afternoon to say he would be in New Orleans another three days. Furious, Carol had called and made an appointment the next day but until now, it was all screaming into the void.  Now she had decisions to make.  “What are my options?”  She asked.

Marcy leaned back.  “We don’t really have a menu. You are, in fact, our first client.  The limits of our physical transformations are what can be done with conventional gender transition techniques unless you opt for complete feminization, in which case our unique treatment will make your husband into a complete and fully functional woman.  Behavioral and mental conditioning is more complex depending on what kind of girl you want him to be and your husband’s level of cooperation.” She set a stack of papers in front of Carol. “We pride ourselves on customization and adaptability.  Our goal is to take your man and return your good girl.  However, you define her.”

Carol scanned the papers. There were words that shocked her and words she had never seen before.  One page was marked

Conventional Modification goals

The sheet talked about hormone levels, target bust size, Facial Feminization, castration, penectomy, Genital reconstruction, and Nullification.

Another sheet was marked:

Modified Accelerated Cellular Regrowth (M.A.C.R.) Template design

This sheet went far beyond bust size,  talking about target height, hair color, eye color, body dimensions and even libido levels.  It looked like a guide to designing a person from the ground up.

“This can’t be real!” Carol said incredulously.

Marcy smiled.  “I’m not sure if I would believe it myself if I wasn’t living proof.”

“YOU?!” Carol boggled.  “Were a…”  
“No. I was never a man.” Marcy replied.  “MACR works a little differently on women.  It makes us younger, heals us, and can be used to augment features.  I had been injured and Dr. Lilith helped me.”

“But, it can do this to men?”  Carol tilted the sheet toward Marcy.

“Oh yes.  Ask my ex-boyfriend if you ever meet her.  She was injured too.  The treatment saved her life but cost her cock.”  Marcy laughed a little at this.

Carol pulled the sheet back and looked at it long and hard.  “You said behavioral modification?”

“We will do our best to teach him how to be the kind of girl you want, or we can leave his personality as-is in her new body.  I mean, we won’t brainwash your husband,  he will always know who he is no matter what conditioning we apply.  It’s just a matter of how much you want to see the real him, vs how much you just want to have a good girl.”

“What about assets?” Carol asked.  “Everything is in his name, a divorce would ruin me.”

“Then, don’t get divorced.”  Marcy said.  “At least not on paper.”  
“Jeff would..”

“Be gone!” Marcy interrupted. “What we give back to you, will do exactly as you say, even sign over Jeff’s entire estate in a divorce.  If it is that important.”  She opened her drawer and pulled out another bundle of papers.  “Or,  we could arrange things differently.  There are others with an interest in women like your husband would be.  Jeffry Harris would just disappear and only we would know where she was.”

Carol looked off into space her imagination was exploding with possibilities but an annoyingly persistent voice was making her feel guilty. “I’m going to need to think about it.”

Marcy stood up.  “Use my office as long as you like.  If you want to move forward, I’ll give you the tour and we can discuss acquisition strategies.”

“Acquisition?”  Carol asked.

“I don’t think your husband will come to a forced feminization clinic willingly.  That's why we have the other brochure.  We will work something out.” Marcy said.  “Can I refresh your coffee?”  
Carol shook her head.  It was just getting cool enough to sip.

Marcy left her alone.

Carol flipped back through the sheets.  She hadn’t known what to expect coming out here.  Half the reason she had made the six-hour drive was to give herself something to do other than stew over Jeff’s continued absence.  Then, as the mileposts rolled by, the numbers shrinking as she drove west, her reasons to be angry with the man kept growing.

Why was he even working?  They had more than enough money to last several lifetimes.

Was he so repulsed by her that he had to be away?

What was so important in New Orleans?
Who else was there with him? Was it that skank, Amy, from the Digital security team? She had seen Jeff looking at her, his eyes crawling up and down her body the way he used to look at Carol.  The two of them were probably in bed together right now!

How long had Jeff been fucking Amy?  Was it just Amy?  What about Joana from the Gym?  Or that slut Rachel on the PTA?

Was she overreacting?  Maybe he was as faithful as he claimed.  Maybe this was just business like he said it was.

No.  That was his gaslighting bullshit!  She would prove it to herself right now.

Carol looked out the door.  Marcy was in an office across the hall stacking books on a brand new shelf.   She took out her phone and scrolled through her contacts and found Amy’s.

She stopped to consider for a moment and then began to type.  
Amy,

Sorry to bother you, but Jeff is out of town and I think he left one of my good mugs at his desk!  Could you just check to see if it’s there?  It’s Delft Blue.

Carol Harris,

She hit send and almost instantly received a new message notification.

Hello,

Thanks for emailing me. I’m going to be on travel for the next few days, and during this time, will have limited access to email. If your message is urgent, please contact my mobile number listed below or reach out to Jerry Transen. Otherwise, I’ll respond to your email as soon as I can when I return.

Thanks,

Carol steamed.   The bitch was in New Orleans blowing her husband right now! Well, she hope Jeff was enjoying himself because this was the last fuck he would ever have with a dick of his own!

“Marcy!”  Carol called.  “Let's set something up and take that tour!”