Two Guest Caps from Vicki Santuse

Vicki Santuse has given me two beautiful Rebecca's to desire and enjoy!

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Summer job

The room was big with large windows that filled it with warm summer sunlight. Five girls sat on the old fashioned beds, waiting.

No one said a word. They just looked at each other in silence. One of them studied her fingernails, slightly dazed. Another touched her hair, bewildered, as if that could help her solve a strange puzzle.

Ivana looked down at her long sexy legs. "This is so strange," she said to herself. "I cannot remember these legs. I have never painted my toenails before, have I?"

Samantha drew her breath in an attempt to focus.

"Summer camp," she said to herself. "I believe we arrived here yesterday for summer camp." But her mind was full of images of unruly boys hollering on the bus, not of these beautiful women. She smiled to herself: "I must have dreamt it. Me being a boy, that's ridiculous!"

"What are we waiting for?" Isabelle asked herself. "We are waiting for something or someone! But whom?"

Downstairs the Priestess of Ereshkigal welcomed the first customers of the day:

"Gentlemen," she said. "The girls are waiting for you upstairs. Just make your pick from the book over there, and I will bring her to your room..."

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This is my entry at the Rachel's Haven's July cap contest.

Such a sweet little girl - a tale of sissyhood

- Oh, Magda, Peter has come around so well. Look at him, sucking Fred's dick like that! Is he humming? Is that a song?

- Yes, it is. It is the song we used to camouflage his hypnotic suggestions. Sometimes he wakes up at night and comes over to my room to ask for Fred. He likes it so much.

- And he is so sweet. That's adorable skirt! And where did you find that blouse?

- Over at H&M, Eliza, they have such beautiful things at reasonable prizes.

But I have started taking Peter with me shopping, now, letting him look for clothes himself.

He hasn't completely gotten the hang of it yet, and I have to stop him from going over to the games shop, but in general he is well behaved.

-I see that, and I am so impressed. You know, I am having a much harder time with my son.

Eric tries to spit out his hormone pills and he won't let me massage his chest with hormone cream.

I had to burn all his old clothes to get him to wear the sweet dresses I have bought him. It is a shame! I honestly don't know what to do about it...

- You have to be strict, dear. Punish him every time he spits the pills out. I use an electric rod for that.

I don't have to use it much these days, though. All I have to do is to show it to him, and he immediately does what I say.

Actually, I have come to rely more on rewards, lately. I give him the big carrot not the small stick (he he!).

Peter gets his biggest dildo every time he takes his pills. And for major events, like surgery, I bring Fred over and let Peter suck dick as much as he likes.

- He has such magnificent tits. How did you manage to make them so big?

- Well, you know, his body is genetically programmed for tits, all boys' are, and he has inherited his ample bosom from me.

I had Dr. Finckle help them along though. He is such a gentleman, Dr. Finckle.

- Oh, yes, he is. He helped me with my face lift last year, dear, and I want him to give Eric his vagina. How is Peter taking the loss of his penis?

- Well, his dick wasn't much to speak of from the beginning, Liz. He has that from his father's side, I am afraid.

So I told him that Dr. Finckle would help him perfect his clitoris and open up his pussy. He seems to believe it. In any case, he seems to enjoy being filled up in that hole as well.

- Which is as it should be.
- Amen to that.

I don't know what we mothers should have done without modern medicine, dear.

I mean, there is so much pain in the world, and it is all caused by male testosterone.

- Peter is lucky to have you as a mother, Madge. There are so many mothers out there that let their sons run wild.

- Oh, yes, isn't that a shame! But I must say, though -- you know, just between you and me -- that sometimes it is good to have a well equipped man between your legs!

- Of course, Magda, but not as member of the family!

- Speaking of family! I have some new pictures of Peter from his birthday party. There is one this funny one where Fred is tit-fucking him that you just have to see. Peter looks so happy in that picture.

I'll get some tea...


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Guest Cap: Fitting the Crime

Hee's a great cap series from Simone for you to enjoy.

The Watcher's Council is, as you can see, not amused at what's going on at this site.

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Fran & Friends, an erotic TG comic

I have finally gotten around into experimenting with that Comic Life software, making a comic photo story (fumetti) for you.

I have never combined as many as four different shoots into one story before, and am proud to say that they all fit.

(Or, that's what I think anyway. Read it and judge for yourself.)

I have used series from Brazzers.com for this. That site is very generous when it comes to zipped file collections. Some include more than a thousand photos, giving ample room for fantasy explorations.

This time I am developing another branch of my Inanna-universe. The evil Daughters of Ereshkigal have taken over a school, and use their magic for their own sinister purposes.

There is, as always, a lot of steaming sex and male to female transformations; just the way you want it.

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The U.S. Army Post Trauma Treatment Services

No, no, no, Greg! You really have to learn how to relax.

Sex can be such a spiritually fulfilling experience, if you just learn to let your body and mind go. Go with the flow, you know.

You are as tense as the string of a fiddle. It is not that I don't mind a tight pussy, but your pleasure is my pleasure . You have to learn how to enjoy yourself.

I understand that it can be hard to be forcefully changed into a woman and recruited to the U.S. Army Post Trauma Treatment Services.

Yes, the word "voluntary" is just a formality, I agree to that as well.

But we are at war, sergeant, and you did disgrace your uniform by calling Captain Eve Grant a -- I quote -- "stupid Navy slut".

We can't have that kind of attitude in our armed forces, sergeant, not now that we have a black female president.

You should be glad to have the opportunity to serve your country and your fellow soldiers as a Female Sexual Therapist in the A.P.T.S.

We have a lot of traumatized soldiers, girl, and they deserve some understanding from a friendly girl like you.

So, you need to learn how to relax, soldier!

Now, let's see if you are less tense in that third opening of yours.

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Hypnotized (a forced femme fantasy)

It is good to have friends, Eric, friends how appreciate how neurotic and uptight you are, and that want to help you.

It is good to have friends with hypnotic skills, that can make you relax and get in touch with your inner self.

It is good to have friends, Eric, friends that only want the best for you.

Yeah, right!

Here's a new transgender slideshow for you. May your dreams come true!

The images of Rita Faltoyano are from Realitykings.com (the bed scene) and Totally Redhead (the piano sequence).

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A transgender experiment gone wrong

- OK, Sylvia, fill me in! How is the experiment going? How is he doing?

- Well, the operation went well, Betty, I am glad to say. He now has a fully functional vagina. The testicles have pulled up into is body and are slowly changing into ovaries as we speak.

The nanobots are very efficient. We expect him to be a fertile woman by the end of the month.

- That's good. That is very good! Still, I can hear a slight hesitation in your voice. Are there any difficulties?

- You can see for yourself. You ordered a E cup, but I am afraid we have had difficulties in stopping his breasts from growing. I think we have the situation under control now, but he will be getting severe back pains when time goes on.

- All right, I admit he looks pretty ridiculous. Can't be helped! The idea was to turn him into an archetypal woman, not some slim, athletic, flat-chested girl. And with tits like that, I am sure he will be able to breastfeed triplets, without any difficulty.

- Yes, but we are having second thoughts about the motherhood program...

- No! That was the whole point! He has been traveling from coast to coast telling the world that women should stay out of politics and the work force. He said their natural state made them fit for child rearing only.

We wanted him to experience that life first hand! We need him to become a missionary for our cause, and for that to happen he needs to become an old-fashioned oppressed mother!

- I know, but his mental capacity is slightly reduced, and we are not sure he will be able to take care of children.

- What do you mean?

- During the last three weeks he has gradually lost most of his cognitive capabilities and he has now a vocabulary of merely 500 words. The words he use most are "suck" and "fuck", and we do not think those are suitable for proper parenthood.

- "Suck" and "fuck"?

- Yes, he has a nearly infantile oral fixation and he clearly gets a great pleasure from sucking dick. If there is no man around he seems to go for anything with a phallic shape, being that bananas, flash-lights, bottles, you name it.

- God!

- Yeah, I know. And he enjoys the sexual instructions we agreed upon so much, that he male students we hired have become exhausted. Before the operation he begged them to penetrate his ass. Now he tries to stop them from pulling out of his pussy. He must be sore as hell, but it seems he is unable to stop.

- Does he eat?

- Sure. His favorite food is chocolate ice cream.

- So what do you propose?

- We cannot go with the original plan and marry him off to a conservative Opus Dei member when he is like this.

There is nothing left of his old puritan self. It is as if all the hormones and the therapy has let loose a dormant personality, a cock hungry slut with an IQ of 75.

- Then he is of no use to us.

- Exactly!

- But what went wrong? I mean, the transformation of Cardinal Mousinger was a success.

- You never know with living organisms, Betty. We are very complex beings. What works well in one case, may fail in another. We were prepared for that.

- Well, I guess I knew it intellectually, but to see him become a slut like this. I mean, it is as if he has become a parody of the whores he so often condemned.

- That may actually be the reason.

- Huh?

- The reason he has spent so much time fighting "indecency" and sex can be that he deep down has longed to be one of the sluts he talk so much about. There was no way he could admit that to himself, so he had made it his life task to eradicate sex from his life.

- Goddam it, Sylvia, we wanted him to tell the world that he had been mistaken; that women should be treated on equal terms with men. This... this creature... oh fuck! We have to get rid of him!

- Kill him?

- Of course we cannot kill him! We are not that kind of people! What do you think of me? But the Amazons can't pay to keep him here either. We have to find a way to make him work.

- But what can he do? He is absolutely useless!

- Nor really. Can't you phone your Russian friend Dimitri? He can get him a fake identity and a job somewhere in Europe, couldn't he?

- OK, I see what you mean. Dimitri knows a man who has a friend who has a club in London that could make use of his new skills. The Pink Pussycat Club, I think it is called.

- There you go! We might even earn some money from this.

OK, next case! How's the Osama bin Laden project going?

- We have a SWAT extraction team ready in Waziristan right now, Betty, and we expect to have him here by the end of the week. The plan is to marry him off to a Saudi Arabian sheik in late September...

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Dear Little Goth Girl

Dear little goth girl, how do you feel?
A prick of my needle and nothing seems real.
Your hair has grown long, that means a great deal,
When your pride and your joy were those muscles of steel.

You are small and you're weak now, Dementia dear.
A girl like yourself has no friends around here.
All they do care for is how you appear.
Don't look for your penis, it's gone now, I fear.

There's no need to worry, there are plenty around.
Get down on your knees girl, for that sucking sound.
They may not appreciate how you are dressed,
But they certainly long to suckle your breasts.

Now, why don't you touch that soft pussy of yours?
There are secrets inside you and hidden doors.
I know where they are and can make you soar.
Who gives a shit if they call us whores.





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This cap is dedicated to Dee over at Rachel's Haven with great gratitude for the caps she has given me.

One of her series, the amazing story about how Rebecca lost count and was destined to be an office slut forever, is included below in a separate post

Guest Cap: Keep it moving, Rebecca's got a deadline to meet

Dee over at Rachel's Haven has she has given me the amazing story about how Rebecca lost count and was destined to be an office slut forever.

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Guest TG Cap in black and white

Vanessa gave me this beautiful girl over at Rachel's Haven.

Sometimes the black and white format makes beauty like this stand out so much clearer.

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Semper Fi!

What made you think changing me into a sexy fox, would be such a good idea, Malcolm?

You thought the spells would make me swoon and spread my new long sexy legs for you, didn't you? That you would get yourself a willing, nymphomaniac, sex slut that would keep you warm in the winter.

Well, think again, mister! I am a marine, for heavens sake. I have fought in Afghanistan and Iraq. I have killed more men that you have trout, and I will never obey a navy blockhead like yourself!

I am giving you a one minute head start, for our old friendship's sake, and then I am coming after you. You'd better start running!

1001, 1002, 1003, 1004....

Hey, I mean it! Start running now! That's my boy!

1010, 1011....

I like the handbag, Malcolm. Nice touch. I can keep my ammo in there and - eh - my lipstick. I have to do something about all this hair though. It gets in my eyes and makes it harder to aim.

30 seconds left, Malcolm.

Hm, I like the necklace as well. I wonder if I can get some earrings that go with that.

1056, 1057, 1058, 1059. Time's up, Malcom! I am coming to get yah!!!

This one is for Vanessa over at Rachel's Haven.

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Transgender photo story: Dazed and Confused

Bree Olsen must have the sweetest face in the adult industry!

When I found a picture series over at Brazzer's Doctor Adventures I just fell in love with all her wonderful facial expressions.

There was a TG story there that just had to be told!

Bree Olsen is playing Randy, a very disoriented patient visiting a doctor that is willing to do anything to help his client.

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Chinatown TG Blues

Well Kyle, it is strange how things turn out, isn't it? I mean, there you go around in your humdrum ways, finding life boring and longing for an exiting adventure.

When you finally get it, it is like nothing you ever expected.

I guess you wish you were back in your apartment now, looking at another episode of Lost or whatever.

Lost you are, my friend, let there be no doubt about that. This is what happens when you visit Chinatown after midnight.

Didn't you wonder just a little bit about why this Cantonese restaurant was open at 2 AM?

Moreover, did you really have to read out the text you found in your fortune cookie out loud? After all, you must have seen that the only other guest in the restaurant was following you attentively with his eyes.

Well, you'd better hold on fast to those pipes, Kira, because this is your new life now.

The man pumping his fat dick into your brand new pussy is your pimp, Malcolm. He and the Chinese witch that owns the restaurant will share most of the profits.

Your new job has some fringe benefits, though.

You can get as much dim sum as you want for free, although you should watch your weight, darling. You don't want to scare away the customers, you know.

And that's not all. This Chinese magic has given you a very sensitive body, and some of the customers can be real gentlemen.

I am sure you will manage to get some good looking regulars that can fill you up real good and satisfy your needs.

I should know, I have been working here for more than 20 years now and I still doesn't look a day over 19. I have learned to love cock. You just have to, you know, to keep yourself sane.

As for escaping?

Well, during these 20 years I have so far not been able to set my foot outside the borders of Chinatown. If I try to cross the street into Little Italy I faint, and Malcolm has to carry me home. Now, trust me, you do not want that Kira love!

The fictional character Kira is played by Gwen Diamond in this cap, and the images are fetched from Brazzers, a rich site for TG Cap imagery.

This cap is dedicated to Kira (XtremeCSSA) over at Rachel's Haven, who turned me into a blond office slut in the sexy cap series found below.

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Please let me go!

I beg you, please let me go!

You have to stop this man from doing this to me! Don't let him fuck me, pleeeeeease!

I didn't mean to steal Amanda away from you, Phil, I didn't, seriously! It just happened.

You can have her back. Just take her. Just release the spell and let me go.

You will let me go if I suck his cock? No, don't ask me to do that!

OK OK OK OK OK! I will! I will suck his cock! But he is so big. He is so fucking big! Blaaaaah. Iz diz .. slurp.. gooo enouh ... suck.. wooo you?

Nonononononononono, stop, please, stop! Don't turn me around! Don't put that horrible thing....

Ooooounghhh! Gawd. He's inside me. Noooooooo! I... ehg ... can't ... oumph ... take it... ongh....

What do you mean, Amanda won't have you? Agh! Of course she will. She loves you, I know .... oh fuck, this is so strange and... I am sure she will take you back.

The thing with me was just a silly mistake, you know. We got drunk and ... aaaaaaaaaah!... just fooled around.

It is just an explanation you know? I know that what we did was terribly wrong. It will never happen aaaaaarghain.

What do you mean, I will never be able to take a girl form you again? Of course you are going to change me back, You haveeeeeeee to.

Oh, no, don't let him touch my chest. My nipples are so sensitive. Please let go of my -- I can't believe I am saying this -- tits. Please! It feels so strange. So wonderfully strange.



Phil, please, I will give you anything. My car? Take it, it is yours! My money? Go get them!

Just let this man stop doing what he is doing to me, because I don't know if I can't hold back any more. It .... just... feels ... too... fucking ... goooooooood!

This cap is dedicated to Tiffany, who gave me the magical cap you find below.

The images are from Brazzers.com, a site I am testing out at the moment. I will let you know if it is any good.

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Hillbilly Horror over at Freya's

Freya has published a new photo story by yours truly.

It is called Hillbilly Horror and tells the story about two young men who get stranded near to farm far out in the countryside.

I have to give you a warning, though: It contains strong BDSM elements and is definitely the most brutal tale I have told so far.

Go to Freya's Rebecca page and scroll down to read the story.

The images are from Sex and Submission!

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Guest Cap: Still Single

This one has a wonderfully evil twist. It is a gift from Crystal over at Rachel's.

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My original cap to her can be found here.

How Tony was Forced into Becoming a Transexual

Hey there! My name is Kristi. I see that he is trying to recruit you as well.

I am losing it. I truly am. I have tried so hard to keep just one small part of my old self alive. To uphold that person I once was, and to spite that fucking bastard, but I feel myself slipping away.

I don't know why he selected me in the first place. He has a good eye for that female potential, I guess, and he has done this before. Since you are here, I guess you know everything about him and his huge inheritance.

Money and power corrupts. I know that now, because this man has used his power to fulfill all of his fantasies, and I mean all! There are some dreams that are supposed to remain in our heads, but he doesn't care.

I was -- like you, I guess -- invited to one of his parties, tempted by pussy and booze. I never left. He told me in his soft voice that the mob was watching my parents and my two younger sisters, and showed me a video to prove it. If I didn't do what he said, he would torture and kill them. Do you remember the Veronica Smith murder? That was him.

I have been on pills for more than a year now. These two babies are the happy result of hormone creams and expensive surgery. He has his own cosmologist, and she has done wonders for my skin.

He wants me to keep my dick. It turns him on, he says, and sometimes he goes down on me. But mostly I am the one sucking dick in this house.

He started fucking me a couple of months ago, after having presented me with new pictures of Marge, my youngest sister. It was painful at first, but now my ass have become a perfect fit for his penis.

And the problem is that I am starting to like it. I like feeling his rod pumping in and out, in and out, filling me up. I like wearing scanty dresses and sexy pantyhose, and I like the thought of turning him on, and the fact that a man desires me.

I have lost my family, but I have saved their lives. I take comfort in that. But he is all I have now. So I beg you, run away from here before he captures you as well. I do not want to be replaced!

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There is, of course no connection between the fictional character of this story and the model depicted.

This cap is dedicated to Kristi in gratitude for the wonderful comic strip cap she has given me.

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The Prisoner of Doctor Trauma, a TG horror story

The TG ficition world is full of forced transformations, men being feminized and emasculated against their will, then humiliated and degraded.

The violence relieves any feeling of guilt, I guess, and it also takes away the burden of having to make yet another important and risky decision. If you are at the mercy of others, you have to let yourself go. Besides, deep inside, you want to become a woman!

Mr. Pendrake makes an appointment with his general practitioner, and soon finds that there is something about him that is not quite right.

When he decides to find another doctor, it is to late, however. Dr. Trauma has made use of modern medicine to shift Mr. Pendrake's life onto a totally new track.

Say no more!

This is a very explicit photo story, that may offend some of you. If you have no interest in BDSM whatsoever, skip it. There is so much more to read here. If you have some interest in bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, however, you are in for a treat.

And again, folks, this is a sexual fantasy. Under no circumstance do I condone sexual violence in real life!

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Read all about it! Man transformed into a woman!

Lisa,

I do understand what you are doing, you know, I do.

I could say I was sorry for cheating on you, that I caused you so much grief and anger, but right now I unable to feel anything but rage against you. What you have done to me is in no way comparable to my betrayal.

All right, so you caught me in flagrante with Samantha Brace, the buxom slut from Idaho!

There I was, the distinguished CEO, father of one, ramming my dick into my secretary, and you just stood there, seeing your world fall apart.

This is what power does to a man, you know. Deep down we are still apes, trying to become the alpha male, the top of the tribe, and when we do make it to the top of the ladder we want to mate with as many females as possible.

That's not an excuse; that's an explanation.
It's just evolutionary logic, and you, the great medical doctor, should understand that.

Instead you had Columbian gangsters kidnap me and ship me to Columbia.

Or at least, that's where I think I am. I don't see many people here, but those I see speak Spanish, mostly.

The house is out in the wilderness somewhere. I doubt if I would get anywhere, even if I found a way to get outside the fence. I would probably die of hunger, or been eaten by wild animals. I am not stupid, after my first futile attempts at escape I stopped trying.

I tried to resist the treatment. I had to, for the sake of my self respect and my self worth as a man, but it didn't help. There were always more of them than me, and they weakened me with drugs.

Now, of course, I am no match for a strong man. I am sure that was one of the lessons you wanted to teach me.

The operating theater is in the basement. State of the art. Clean. I got my first shot of my "medicine" down there.

It didn't make much of an impression at first, but when by beard stopped growing and my chest started to change, I definitely took notice.

It was after the first "drug attack" that I started to grasp what they were up to, or what you were up to, I should say. Only you have the medical expertise to pull this off.

When I woke up one morning, with the worst drug induced hang-over you could think of, I noticed that nearly all my body hair had gone. They had used both wax and electrolysis, I believe, because my skin was smooth as a baby's ass.

My beard was gone, as where my old clothes. All I found were panties and a pink dress.

Oh yeah, they were trying to change me into a girl, all right. I yelled, I fought, I destroyed furniture, but to no avail. The same evening they forced a new shot of your hormone cocktail into me, and a new one the next. And the next. And the next...

By the eight week, I had developed breasts. My skin was getting softer and more sensitive, and I grew a fatter and more prominent ass. I had horrible mood swings, and I started to cry myself to sleep.

I never cry!

Your behavioral therapy was a stroke of genius. Giving me DVDs with woman oriented porn, chick flicks, fashion magazines, Cosmo, romance novels. I had nothing to do but go through that crap, and I know now that it affected me.

As did your night time hypnotic tapes.

Oh yeah, I noticed. There were barely noticeable female voices whispering to me things like "I want to become a sensual woman. I love sensual lingerie. I want to serve my man in humility. I want feel a hard dick inside me."

By the third month I had to ask for a bra. My tits had reached a D cup.

You know, I couldn't help it. I was totally fascinated by them. If anything, it was those two mounds of flesh that made my change real to me.

For me breast had always been the utmost sign of womanhood. Yeah, I admit it, I was a tits and ass kind of guy. Which is why, of course, I was banging Samantha in the first place.

Now I had two of my own, and I couldn't stop touching them.

It was the feelings I got from touching those stiff nipples that started my new fantasies. Fantasies of having someone suck them, bite them, play with them. Women, at first. Sexy, buxom women like myself. But after four months I had to stop myself from including men in those day dreams.

At night, I had rough dreams of being violated, penetrated, and fucked by men, and I always woke up aroused and confused and with cum on my stomach.

That's when you introduced Herman. Strong, hard and stupid Herman.

He is definitely not Columbian and his English is as bad as his Spanish. He is not the kind that talks a lot. One day he just walked into my bedroom, tied me face down on the bed, lubricated my ass and started to fuck me. God, that hurt! From then on I was his bitch.

The last day of the fifth month, I believed I could hear you voice. I was sure it was you, but I could not find you.

Instead I was drugged again, and when I woke up I was tied to the bed to stop me from hearting myself. My crotch had bandages and someone had inserted a catheter.

I was in pain for days, and delirious with fever. I was castrated and emasculated, and you had brought in some expert from Thailand, I believe, to give me a vagina.

I have healed now, and I am indistinguishable from a natural woman. Herman is so pleased. He has now three holes to stick his dick into now, and he is fucking me daily.

I am starting to like it now, which has made me realize that your victory is complete.

There is nothing left of the man inside me. I no longer feel a need to conquer women. I have become the passive one, harboring girly dreams of a prince coming to save me, hold me, comfort me. That will never happen, of course, which is why I have begged them to send you this message.

I am not asking for your forgiveness. I am not out to get revenge. I just want to get out of here. To go home. I want to see my kid, as a stranger maybe, but still. I want to live a normal life, a boring life, as a woman, as fate will have it.

I am not going to bother you. If you can get me new identity papers, I'll find myself a job and a place to live.

But whatever you do, at least stop the treatment. They continue to give me the hormone shots and my breast are still growing.

Herman is beside himself of joy and has clearly convinced the doctor to increase the dosage, but I am getting scared. My libido is through the roof, my back hurts and they find it hard to get me bras in the right sized.

If nothing else, please let them stop the treatment.

Paul(a)

Paula,

I got your message. The treatment continues. I am not satisfied until you have become one of the whores you like so much.

The hypnosis therapy and the hormones will change you into a sex craving slut, and not the peaceful and modest woman you dream about.

In two months you will be moved over to a brothel in Nevada. Then, and only then, will your tits and ass stop growing.

By then you will have become an sex goddess of a woman, whit a body that will make men pay anything to fuck you.

You will serve their clients of the Pink Pussy Club for the next ten years. When that period is up I will send you your identification papers. Not before.

I am sure you will have saved up enough money by then to keep you through old age.

I have spent a lot of time and money on this, Paula. It has been worth every penny!

L

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