Archive-name: Changes/intrview.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Intake Interview Attending - Dr. Carasso Patient - Meeks, Missy Patient No. - 1018199 Transcribed - 2/5/93 Admitted - 2/4/93. 3:45AM. STARTS/4:45AM EST. (INTERVIEW RM. A12) "Hello, my name is Dr. Carasso and I understand that you've just been brought up from admitting. I'd..." "Listen Doctor, I'm not crazy. SHE's the crazy one. I never wanted to become a woman. I'm a normal guy, no matter how things look." "Interesting, uh..uh, Miss Meeks. Would you prefer I call you that, or perhaps Missy?" "Doctor, my name is Markian, not Missy Meeks. That was just part of the scam. If you'll just give me a chance to explai...Hey! What's the needle for?" (Pause). "You seem a little excited Missy. This shot will help you stay calm, maybe later even a little giddy. But it's for your own good." "Say, Doc, I'm a bit queasy about shots and...Not so fast..OWWWHH! That hurt!" "You'll feel better very quickly, young lady. Tell me when you begin to feel the calming effect, Dear." "Dammit, Doc, please listen to me. I'm not a girl." "We'll get into that in a moment, Missy. Now, can you tell me why you are dressed the way you are? The Admitting Record says that you were brought here wearing a black latex leotard that exposed your breasts, buttocks, and vagina. Is that the way you like to dress?" "Doctor, Please! You've got to LISTEN to..." (Patient crying.) "Hmm, that seems right from what I can see. The strips that pass through between your legs, Missy, they actually seem designed to pull the vaginal lips apart and make them appear bigger. Why do you think that is?" "SHE made me wear this. This is my training uniform." "Trained? Amazing!" (Doctor making notes.) "I'm sure you'll tell me all about it. Let's go on, shall we, Missy?" "Admissions noted black fishnet hose, seamed, and something called ballet boots. And it says here that they have seven inch heels. I saw them when I came into the room." "I don't know if I've ever seen anything like your shoes. Do you feel more attractive wearing them? Do you find that they make it difficult for you to walk?" "You have to practice, Doc, a lot! SHE made me practice all the time. Upstairs and downstairs. I had to walk in these things all day." "See, Doc, there's a trick to it. If you hold your head really high and take the tiniest steps you can, then you can stay on your feet." "I see....I think, tell me about your collar and gloves, Missy." "I wish you'd stop calling me that! My name is Mark and I'm a MAN!" "Of course you are! Just let the sedative do it's work. You're much too excited." "Well, I do feel calmer, Doctor." "Good, let me know how your feelings change while we have this little chat." "Okay, Doc, I mean...I'm just...I don't know,..well, grateful, you know, that you're willing to listen. I just have to make somebody realize that I'm not a girl. No matter how things look." "So tell me about your collar and gloves." "Okay, Doctor Carasso. These are called dinner plate mittens. My hands are spread flat across the big plate shape and my collar is black latex over leather. The spikes are three inches and chromed to match my leash. SHE put them on me because she said I was a little bitch." "Who is this `she' you keep mentioning?" "Her name is Sheila DeVille. She calls herself She Devil." "Oh yes, it says here on the Admitting Record that she is your aunt, that her sister, Melody, was your mother, and that since your mother died two years ago - when you were fourteen - she has been your guardian." "Doc, she's not my aunt. I'm not a sixteen year old girl. I look like one, but that's what the whole scam was about. Please...Please, Doctor Carasso, will you let me tell you now all the horrible things she did to me?" "Certainly. Tell me, Missy, in any way that you find comfortable, everything about yourself." (Patient pauses. Some crying, patient perhaps hyperventilating.) "My real name is Markian Gooley. I'm a twenty-two year old man! And see, Doc,....I'm a con artist. This was all a con to get some inheritance money." "SHE said it would be easy. But then she shafted me. Sheila's grandfather left a pile of cash and property to his last generation, just so long as one daughter in that generation had married and had a child. But Melody was a lesbian." "Oh, she married a gay guy for cover but she hated men. Sheila is just as bad. She gets her kicks turning boys into girls. That's what she did to me." "Melody overdosed two years ago and right after that Granddaddy kicked off. I knew Sheila from helping her fence property that she had ripped off from the wimps she was sissy training." "She asked me if I wanted in on the action. She would get me ready to pass as `Missy Meeks', the daughter of Melody and Bruce Meeks. The after we got the inheritance money, she would lay a cool Five Mil on me." "I wasn't too thrilled about the feminizing part. I was always small and everybody picked on me but... but for Five Million dollars I'd swallow my pride." "It took maybe two months to get me ready. A surgeon gave me these breasts and he did some surgery on my cock and balls to give me a temporary pussy. Looks pretty authentic, doesn't it?" "Yes, Missy, it looks very genuine to me. Did they really tell you that the surgery was temporary?" "I'd never have agreed if it wasn't reversible, Doctor...after all, I'm really a man." "Where was I? Oh... uh, right, surgery. Well, I was kind of mad at first because they made my tits and ass so big. I'm a 40D with 40 inch hips and an 18 inch waist. But that's the kind of figure Melody had so I had to put up with it." "We went to Court and Sheila came up with fraudulent birth records and a certificate. I testified that I was Missy Meeks and we were awarded the money. I thought it was all over. Give me my millions, a quick trip to the surgeon to undo the female stuff, and head for Cancun. "I had to sign lots of papers, I don't know what all. The lawyers had them all ready and I just signed them all." "I was getting changed out of my court clothes when Sheila came into my room with two muscular looking women. I tried to resist but there were too many of them and they were too strong." "They dressed me just like this and bleached my hair platinum blonde and put it up in this big bouffant. I had to learn to do my make up this way, heavy black eye make up and frosted white lips." "First, they taught me to walk. I thought my ankles would break. I got used to the way I looked and being so bare all the time. But it was really hard." "They tried to make me suck cock and fuck the household help. But I refused. After all, I know how I am. It's girls I like." "That's when the isolation tank started. They would float me in there for hours. A tape was played but I could never remember what it said. But I knew they were screwing with my mind." "I found it harder to resist. She Devil, that's what SHE made me call her now, insisted I smile all the time. I began to find it hard to refuse. She liked to stop me in the hall and spank me. I found myself laying down on her lap to be spanked without any fuss." "She Devil started to tease me a lot. She told me that she was giving me the right attitude about men for a sixteen year old girl. And that once I started fucking and sucking, I wouldn't be able to stop." "One day, she told me to kneel down in front of some guy. I never knew who he was. She told me to take his cock out of his pants. I started to cry, but I did it. I cried the whole time I sucked his cock and cried some more after,...after,...." (Patient crying as she speaks.) "..he came in my mouth,..my, uh, uh, he came right in my mouth! I got him hard again and put his,..." (Patient pauses, cries without speaking.) "...cock to my pussy. I couldn't stop sobbing as he fucked me." "She Devil had won. I had fucked and sucked. Now, I wouldn't be able to stop." (Patient takes long sigh, cries.) "She sent me lots of men now. I fucked and sucked all day. And she made me do it, not in my bedroom, but in public places like the kitchen or on the front porch." "One night, there was a party and she had me led in on my leash. The lawyers, even the judge who had heard my case, were there. Everybody had been in on it. I was the only patsy in the entire scam." (Patient cries for about 5 minutes 45 seconds without speaking.) "I tried to run away, but they caught me and tied me to a metal frame. That's how I got these piercings." "I've been waiting for a chance to talk about them, Missy. Is this a good time?" "I'm feeling a lot better, Doctor. I know I'm crying a lot but I want to talk about it. They pierced my nipples and welded these four inch chrome rings shut. Then they put four small rings in each pussy lip and one in my fake clitoris. My cunt was laced shut with a chain like you see it now. I can pee but I can't fuck unless somebody unlaces me." "Then She Devil had me suck the cocks of all her guests. They used me all night! In the morning, she told me that I was a totally natural girl now - a bodacious cock-hungry fuck." "I had to get out of there. I know you understand, Doctor. You've been so kind to me. I feel safe with you." "She was destroying me. I tried to sneak out and I MADE IT! It was slow going, but I got off the estate and near a highway. That's where I was picked up and brought here in a black windowless van. "So you see, Doctor, I'm a man, a REAL MAN, and I need your help to get out of this." "What a fascinating story! Tell me, Missy, how do you feel?" "I don't know...sort of silly, fuzzy headed." "That's the sedative. Let's test it a bit. Please stand up." (Pause as patient and Dr. Carasso stand.) "Now I'm going to attach nipple cuffs on you. They go behind your rings and will make your nipples thick, long, and fat." "DOCTOR, PLEASE!! Do you have to do that?" "Certainly, Missy. We want to see if the sedative is working, don't we?" "Yes, Doctor. I guess...if you say so." "Excellent, see how the cuff is crushing..." "Uunnnghh...unnngghhh!!." "your left nipple. It's..." (Patient screams.) "...already purple. When I take them off, you'll be amazed at how much bigger your nipples are." "Now the right nipple." "OHGOD...OHGOD...Doctor, unngh..Doctor...Please take them,...aawrgh.., please..off...OFF, TAKE THEM OFF, PLEASE, DOCTOR,...IT HURTS TOO.." "Perfect! A matched set. Soon, your nipples will be enormous." (Patient is panting in pain.) "Now, tell me, Missy, how do you feel?" "I feel ashamed and freakish. My nipples look gross." "Excellent. Now, let's fit your tit corset. One band around the base of the right breast, one band around the left....We lace them..." "Doctor, do you have to do this? It hurts so much." (Patient grunts from the tight lacing.) "Arch your back a little, I want these nice and snug." "Yes,...uh..uh..uh..uh,.." (Doctor tugging - patient grunting - at lacing.) "Doctor." "...and voila, look at your titties now!" "They're so BIG and ROUND! I look silly. Like a dirty cartoon!" "Indeed, you do, Missy, indeed, you do. Now for your first injections. This one will increase your breast size dramatically. It shoots a foam into the breast that serves as a bed for flesh growth. And this one will start milk flowing. And this one will keep you laughing and smiling all the time." "Now, bend over, Missy, so I can stick them in your big ass." (Pause as patient moves.) "Yes, Doctor...Owwh, that hurt... OWWH....OWWWWHHH!..Doctor, please, why are you being so mean?" "Let's see what we have. This breast enlarging process is very dramatic. Over in less than a minute, usually. Here we go. My, what lovely expansion. When you do it this way, with a breast corset, it ensures such big, round, fat boobs." (Pause for about 2 minutes 10 seconds.) "Let's measure, shall we? You were a 40D and you are now a 50DD, no..a 50EE. The milk will come later." "How do you feel about your massive boobies, Missy? Don't you just love them?" (Patient's voice is very faint, perhaps in shock.) "They're so big. I can barely keep my balance! Can I feel them?" "Of course, you can, Missy. Feel them, fondle them. In a little while, when you're posing for pictures, I'm sure they'll want you to pay lots of attention to your titties." "Pictures! What pictures?" "Missy, I'm going to put this ring in your nose. Now lean over here and let me pierce you." "Yes, Doctor." "Steady..steady..a bit more and.." (Patient screams.) "...we fit the ring. How does that feel?" "The ring is too big! It's holding my nostrils open. And it's too heavy. I feel like a cow." "Just how you should feel, Missy. Like a sex-slut, cow-titted, sixteen year old bitch. It's very important to know who you are, Missy, to know your special reality. Never forget that and you can be happy." "I won't forget, Doctor. The sedative is making me feel funny. I can't remember who I am. Can I go now?" "You are Missy Meeks, dear, and you have been very wicked." "I'm sorry, Doctor. I promise to try to be good." "Missy, this is a wonderful time to think about who you are. Who are you?" "Missy Meeks, Doctor." "And how old are you, Missy?" "Sixteen, Doctor." "And why are you dressed this way, Missy?" "Uh,..uh, I don't know." "Because you like the way you look dressed this way. You like the way you are hampered and displayed." "I like the way I, uh..look, look, uh..like...hampered..displayed." "And the most important thing about a girl are her breasts, Missy. Boys look at a girl's breasts, and the bigger they are, the more a girl's breasts get looked at. It's normal for everyone to look at your fat tits and want to fuck you. To take your nasty nipples and torture you. It's what you were born to do." "I understand, Doctor." "And the most important thing to a girl like you about a boy is his cock. Girls cannot resist a boy with a really big, hard cock. The sight of an enormous prick makes a girl like you go out of control. She just has to have it. In her mouth, in her cunt, between her tits, up her ass!" "Thank you for telling me, Doctor. I just want to know all about myself. I can trust you, I know I can. "Just a few more things, dear. A tattoo artist is outside and he has plans for you. Then you have your first photo session as a bondage and porno model. This afternoon, you have your group therapy session, where we can deal with this fantasy about being a man." "Yes, Doctor." "Feeling a little giddy, Missy?" "Yes, Doctor." (Patient's voice has become sing-songish.) "Hard to think, to concentrate?" (No audible response.) "Get used to that. It's the sedative. You don't need to think. Just do as you're told." "Yes, Doctor." (Patient's voice has become dreamy.) "And over a few months, maybe we can make some progress." "Thank you, Doctor. I'm sorry I've been so bad." "You have been very bad, Missy, but we can deal with that here." "Yes, Doctor." (Patient giggling.) "Just let me unlock your chain and unlace your pussy." (About 1 minute passes in silence.) "There now, go with Nurse Sandra. She's going to leave you in the Men's Ward tonight and I want you to fuck and suck all the men who admire your tits until someone lets you out." "Okay.." (Patient giggles.) "Okay, Doctor. I'll suck and fuck all the men and show them my tits." "Listen to your Doctor, Missy, and soon, you will be a happy girl." END SESSION/5:55AM EST Patient turned over to Nurse Sandra. Patient RM assignment - Mens Wd. ********* Patient - Missy Meeks Diagnosis - Nymphomania Notes on Discharge Dr. Carasso Patient was admitted by her aunt, Sheila DeVille, in a delusional state. She claimed to be a male who had been involuntarily subjected to a sex change operation. Subject was admitted wearing leather/rubber fetish attire associated with sadomasochism. Subject created substantial disturbance by entering the Men's Ward repeatedly and engaging in numerous sexual liaisons. During her treatment a large number of pornographic photographs, most centered around the subject's unusually large breasts, surfaced, and, when confronted, subject exhibited a neurotic pride in her breasts, especially as to their remarkable roundness and oversized nipples. Subject was given electro-convulsive therapy, by electroshock, and chemical intervention (Thorazine, Placidyl) for a period of the first 48 hours. At the same time, subject was exposed to group and individual therapy to deal with her psychosis. Marked improvement was noted after 75 days from admission. Subject was adjusted to social conventions of modesty, obedience, proper role models, and the value of work. Short home visits proved successful and allowed for a gradual transition. I signed for a discharge today and saw her released to the care of her aunt. Subject was fully aware of her surroundings, was dressed and behaved appropriately, and expressed a desire to continue therapy to avoid further psychosis. Note my calendar to speak with Sheila DeVille re Missy Meeks in 60 days. ********* Missy picked up her purse. I hate this corset. It's much too extreme. My breasts are too high and sixteen inches is too small a waist. I'm all out of proportion. 50EE-16-42. And I hate this suit. It's linen and too tight. It's wrinkling already. I wonder if we'll see any boys on the way home. I hope we stop at the beauty salon. Aunt Sheila said I could. She said she was going to make me a redhead but I like blonde. But anything is better than mousey brown. "Missy!" "Coming, Aunt Sheila." Missy came down the steps, her six inch heels setting her sexy body ajiggle. Missy didn't seem to mind. "Thank you, Doctor Carasso. I know that you made me well and able to go home." "It was my pleasure, Missy. Do you have any plans?" "My aunt says she plans on my working as a maid in her mansion. I'll have a uniform and everything." "It sounds very productive, Missy, and best of luck. I hope you feel good about yourself." "Oh yes, Doctor Carasso. I know now that a girl with breasts as big as mine SHOULD be stared at! God made me this way and I have an obligation to let men see how mammoth and perfect my breasts are." "My, Missy, what an adult thing to realize." "Yes, Doctor, and I realize that boys will expect me to appreciate their attention. After all, if a boy is willing to spend the money for a movie, he has a right to stick his cock in me any way he likes. Or to crush my nipples and make me squirm. It's what is expected of a girl." "Sounds to me like you are well on your way to happiness, Missy." "I can't wait to get home too, because Aunt Sheila says that she knows lots of boys who want to meet me." Missy let her aunt clip the leash to her nose ring and followed her to the waiting limousine. "Roger, will we see you for dinner on Friday?" "Will Missy be serving, Sheila?" "But of course, Roger dear." "Wouldn't miss it for the world! After all, I am a doctor. I care about my patients." --