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...

Pictures from Scoreland. The model is used for illustrative purposes only.

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

Images courtesy of the higly recommended Realitykings.com.

A man becomes a busty woman

"It is very simple," Troy’s boss told him. "I have to get rid of 15 consultants, and you are out of a job."

"Goddammit, Fred!" Troy exclaimed.

"I have worked int this company for 8 years. I have slaved for you and made you rich, and now you reward me like this? There is a recession going on. Where can I get a new job now?"

Troy looked at him mischievously: "I do need a secretary!"

"A secretary? I a computer programmer. The only thing I can type is code, and you know it," Andy answered angrily.

"By the way, whatever happened to Eliza, your previous secretary? That was a hot one!"

"She didn't respond correctly to the needs of the social environment," Fred replied.

"You mean: She wouldn't let you into her pants, right?"

"I am a sexy man," his boss said. "She was a beautiful woman. That is the way of nature. You know, I am very greenish and ecological that way."

"Yeah, I bet you are!" Troy couldn't help smiling.


His boss was a male chauvinist of the worst kind. To him the perfect woman was a stupid sex hungry bimbo that agreed to everything he said.

"Listen," Fred said. "Don't worry about the typing. This job requires other types of secretarial skills, I am glad to say."

He fetched a small bottle of something that looked like red wine and two glasses from a drawer.

"Why don’t we toast for your new job?"

"I don't know what the job is about," Troy protested. "What about my salary? My career?"

"Well," Fred hesitated a bit. "I picture this as a kind of Senior Secretary position, with a strong element of human resource management and social welfare development."

"When did you start to care about social welfare?"

"There are always laws and regulations, you know, and a happy worker is a productive worker, that's what I say."

Troy sighed: "The only happy worker you care about is yourself!"

"Of course, I am the most essential part of this work environment. My welfare should concern you all."

"So this position is all a charade. To keep the labor unions off your back. So that you can tick off the right boxes in the official reports."

"Troy, Troy, Troy you are so cynical! This is a position that can bring you on top, at least from time to time. And you will keep your salary."

"I want a rise!"

"10 percent!"

"Done!"

The boss filled his glass. "Drink up!"

"What is this?" Troy sniffed the drink. It smelled wonderful, but nothing like red wine.

"This is a liquor I bought on the black market in Baghdad for an obscene sum of money. They said it was an aphrodisiac. With more responsibility comes the kind of mana and authority that makes you irresistible."

"Well, you sure know how to sell a proposition!" Troy took a sip.

"Aren't you going to drink with me?"

"Nah, this one is for you only. Take another sip. It is good for your health!"

Troy took another sip, and felt wave after wave of well being rush through his body.

"This is great stuff!" he said, and took a big sip. "I feel great! Wooow!"

He started to feel a bit aroused, in a strange kind of way.

Images of silk and lace and bubble baths and slow massages fluttered through his mind, followed by a strong longing to be fulfilled, filled, penetrated.

He saw high trees, lamp posts and cucumbers that slowly dissolved into the image of a beautiful dark haired woman sucking eagerly on a lollipop.

"God, this is one hell of a trip!" he told Fred.

Then his skin started to tingle and his body started to change.

He felt himself shrinking in the chair. At the same time his chest expanded slowly and deliciously into two large globes of female flesh. He touched them in wonder.

"You are a beautiful woman," Fred told him.

"I am a beautiful woman," Troy repeated. "No, wait a minute, I am not a woman, I am Troy, the computer guy!"

"No," Fred insisted. "You are Eliza, my hot, sexy and horny secretary, a sweet and willing woman."

"I am Troy! No, wait a minute.... I am Eliza. Ain't I?"

Troy could feel his mind sink helplessly down into a mental landscape of soft cushions, silky sheets, Kashmir sweaters and smooth skin, filled with the sense of sweet perfume and the musky aroma of aroused women.

He knew that he was loosing himself, but the feeling was so pleasant, so comfortable, that he did not manage to put up much resistance. Instead he felt himself embracing the changes.

"You are madly in love with me," Fred told him. "And your only need is to serve me and make me happy. You long to suck my dick!"

"I long to suck your dick!"

"You want me to fuck you hard and often!"

"I want you to make love to me!"

Troy found that his suit had changed into a top and a skirt, and he found himself admiring the way the top enhanced the female curves of his body.

He touched his crotch and felt his penis and balls shrink into oblivion.

He didn't mind. She didn't mind. Eliza didn't mind. She needed her grotto to welcome her lover. She needed her pussy to embrace his cock. She wanted that, very much!

“Woow!” she said, looking down at her impressive cleavage. “That was one weird dream. You know what, boss? I dreamed I was a man!”


“Did you like it, Melissa?”

“Nah, not a bit! It felt nothing like this,like this wonderful body! That's strange! It feels like it's new to me!"

"You have had it all your life Eliza. Don't you remember how your tits started to grow when you were 13, and how you blossomed into a beautiful cheerleader?"

"I guess..."

"You were never that good at schoolwork, were you? But the boys loved you!"

"Yeah," she giggled. "They wanted to touch me down there!"

"And you liked that, didn't you?"

"They loved me, you know."

"The way I love you! Why don't you take off your top and touch those enormous tits of yours. I am sure they long to be caressed."

"Oh yeah!" Eliza agreed. "Do you want to watch?"

"If you let me," Fred replied.

He found it hard to believe what he was seeing. The magic had worked much better than he had ever dreamed. The bottle was worth every singe dollar he paid for it.

Eliza was now lost in her own tits. She caressed them, pinched them, lifted them, tasted them, all while she was humming an unrecognizable tune.

There was nothing left of Troy's sharp mind, his creativity and his resistance. This was a woman happily at peace with herself and the world.

"You know, when I touch my nipples like this, I can feel it in my tiny toes! Hmmm, I wonder how it would feel like if you touched them."

He caressed them, carefully.

"Hmmmmm, that's so good. Now I can feel it tingling down there in my pussy! I want you to lick my pussy!"

She was jumping like a little girl in the chair.

He didn't wait for her to change her mind, and he soon found himself between her thighs, tasting her moist sex and licking her clit."

She started to trash around in the chair.

"Aaaaaaah, that's so good. I need you..., I need you to..."

"Yes, lover?"

Deep down in Eliza's mind the old Troy lost his last struggle.

"I want you inside me!"

Quickly Fred helped her out of her remaining garments, took off his clothes and lifted her up on the desk.


Eliza spread her legs and rested her back on the desk. "Come into me, baby. Come inside me!"

She looked with fascination at his hard penis, and trembled in anticipation.

"Fuck me, lover, fuck me, pleeeeease!"

Fred thrust his dick into her and she let out a soft moan of pleasure.

She could feel him moving inside her and she felt happy and fulfilled.

She started to massage her own clit furiously, sensing a wave of orgasms coming on.

There were no more worries in her mind. She did not care about what tomorrow would bring. She didn't care about her career or her salary or what the other employees of the company might or might not think about her.

She trusted Fred completely and without reservation, so there were no emotional breaks to stop her body from shifting into erotic overdrive.

She could feel her pussy muscles tighten around Fred's penis and the first of a series of orgasms shook her body. She was drooling, crying, yelping and scratching, and she held Fred's ass tight to keep him inside her.

He couldn't hold back, however, and he ejaculated inside her with a load grunt. "Oooagh! That was sooo gooooood!" he cried.

She laughed happily and sat up on the desk.

"Fred, where do I live?"

"I am told that Troy agreed to let you take over his apartment, but for the time being you are living with me, darling. You know, as long as we feel comfortable with each other."

"Oh, I do, Fred, I do!"

Deep inside her, Fred's sperm struggled uphill towards the holy grail of semen, a ripe egg waiting to be united with its new lover.

Troy's life was about to be dramatically changed -- again and forever.

The pictures of Eliza are taken from my favorite site of visual erotica, namely Realitykings.com. Their pictorials are perfect for captioning, as you get a large number of images to choose among.

The original cap that was the starting point for this story can be found to the right. It was made for Melissa over at TGcapmeTGcapyouThe3rd

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A Strange Dream

Here's another erotic transgender "photo story" slash "slide show" slash "multipanel caption" for you!

Verne falls asleep sunbathing and wakes up in the body of a sexy girl. Is this a true sex change or is is just a particularly clear and lucid dream?

Push the button below to read on! And yes, if you want a full screen version (and you really do!), got to Slideshare via this link and click on "full" or download the PDF file here!

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SoCalSecret over at Rachel's Haven (a great artist who is modifying comic book covers over at TGComics, sent me an email explaining that there is indeed a word for this art form, namely fumetti. The word comes from the Italian word for comics, "fumetto".

Photo novels are not particularly popular in the US and Northern Europe, but has many followers in Spain, France and Latin America, although I doubt transgender adult stories is a common topic.

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Carmen - a story of forced feminization

Freya has presented a series of caps made by me set in the Spell Book universe over at her site.

Here is a full length dark and sinister story of forced transformation and sexual slavery that should please many of my readers.

Rebecca

Fred had a friendly face. He was the kind of man you could trust with any secret, but he had also the kind of face people would walk right over.

"Oh, Fred is such a nice guy," the girls would say and then go out with some of the nasty ones.

Fred was the only one of his old college friends that did not manage to finish his degree. He was still delivering pizza, at the tender age of 33.

He had heard the stories about all those sexy women out there that ordered pizza to get to the delivery guy. That had never happened to him, although there had been a couple of sleazy guys making improper propositions.

He had to face it. He had given up on women; he had given up on life, and the only thing he looked forward to in the evenings was his flatscreen, a beer and a dirty movie.

"I am a sad fuck," he said to himself and rang the bell.

It was 1 AM and this was his last delivery for the evening.

A dark man with sunglasses opened the door. Who wears sunglasses at midnight? Fred wondered. There were so many weirdos out there that you had to be alert to stay alive. Or at least, that's what his boss said.

"Your pizza, Sir. A big New Orleans with chicken, nachos and salsa!"

"Come in," the man said. "I'll get the money."

He entered a large room with a lot of lights. It was clearly a photographer's studio and the photographer was now at the other end of the room, opening a cupboard.

"Just put the pizza down on the table over there! I'll be over in a minute. You must be tired. Just sit down on the sofa and get some rest while you are waiting."

He was tired, to tell the truth. It had been one of those horrible traffic days, and he had missed one delivery by five minutes. His loss.

"Take your time!" he said to the man. "This is my last delivery, anyway."

The man took two big books out of the cupboard. That was one strange place to hide money! The books looked old to Fred, with cracked leather.

"Do you have a girl friend?" the man asked him. Fred looked at him and didn't say a word. Was this another creep after all?

"I am just making conversation," the man said. "My name is Ron, by the way. I am asking because I am a fashion photographer, and I see all these beautiful models every day, and I think about how unfair life is."

"Yeah?"

"You know, women do not have to search for love. A woman can only walk into a bar, and there will be five men all over her. Women complain about this all the time, but think about it, how easy it must be if you get lonely and feel the need for company or sex.

"I have all these women around me all the time, but all of them ignore me. I guess I am not rich enough for them."

"Well, tell me about it!" Fred replied. "No, I have no girlfriend either." Maybe this wasn't such a bad man, after all.

"Well," Ron continued. "I have come to the conclusion that every man's search for love is futile, and will lead to nothing but broken hearts, break ups and divorces anyway. But I have found a way to get a woman that is both sexy, beautiful, loyal and willing to follow any command I give her."

"Really?" Fred asked. "Are you going to join the Taliban?"

The man chuckled. "Nah, that's too risky and I guess Afghan women can be as difficult as American ones behind closed doors. No, I am going to make me the perfect lover.

"You see, I recently inherited an old uncle of mine and I found these two volumes in his attic. They are spell books."

Fred started to get up. "Listen man, I would love to talk to you, but I really must be on my way." This was a madman, after all.

"You told me this was your last trip and you have no one waiting for you at home. I am sure you can wait a few minutes.

"You see, I have just realized how they work, and I would like to demonstrate their power to you. I have the money right here." He showed him some bills.

"All right," Fred said. "Show me!" If this man could make a sexy woman out of thin air, it would be a show worth watching.

The photographer started to read long sentences in a archaic language that Fred was unable to understand. The man stopped and looked at Fred, waiting for something, then repeated the words again, with more emphasis.

As soon as the last word left Ron's lips, Fred started convulsing. He fell down on the floor, shaking.

It was like having burning hot needles pushed into your body and Fred screamed in agony: "Please help me, I am in pain! Please make it stop." The pitch of his voice shifted upwards, becoming more and more girlish as he screamed.

He could feel his body changing. He was shrinking, becoming slimmer and slimmer. His hair became dark and silky and started to grow.

For him it felt like hours, but it could have been no more than a few minutes before the cascading hair fell into his face and down his new slim arms.

"Oh God, what are you doing to me?" His uniform was gone and he lay naked on the floor.

He tried to move towards the door, but the shock of feeling tits juggling from his chest made him stop. He grabbed his crotch in panic.

"No, no, no, no!" His fingers found soft pussy lips. His cock was gone. Ron's magic had turned him into a young, beautiful, Hispanic woman.

Ron uttered a few extra words and Fred found that he was wearing jeans and a light blue sweater. He was still shaking, now from fear.

"Turn me back! Turn me back right now, or I will call the police!"

"And tell them what?" Ron was carrying the second book over to Fred.

"Will you tell them that I changed you into a woman? And they would believe you?

"I'll tell you what will happen. They will find a young, Hispanic woman with no identification papers, no green card, no passport and they will ship you over to Mexico before you have had time to say the word 'law suit'.

"You belong to me now. You have nowhere to go!"

Fred made a run for the door, but before he had managed to open it, a new line of strange syllables left Ron's lips. His new body stopped obeying Fred and he froze in the doorway.

"Come back over here!" Ron commanded, and Fred watched helplessly while his long, sexy legs took him over to the couch.

"I'd rather not force you to do anything," Ron said. "But you have been in the exact same position as I have, the only difference being that I have the power. If I have to force you, I will. Now, let's take a look at that beautiful new body of yours, shall we? Lets take a few photos."

He found his camera and started to take pictures of Fred.

"Here, let's pretend you are my assistant. Hold this camera!" He was clearly living out one of his fantasies.

Fred did as he was told. He found that if he did this by himself, Ron would not force him.

"Smile to me baby, smile to me!"

Fred managed to force his mouth into something that resembled a smile.

"Now, show me some tit, baby! Show it to me!"

Fred pulled down his sweater and liberated his two soft, round mounds of flesh.

"Touch them!"

Fred marveled at the deep sensual feeling that filled his body when he touched his nipples.

I am really a woman, he said to himself. I am really a young, hot, sexy woman. He had wished for a woman like this for years and years and now he was one. That had never been the plan.

"Stand up, turn around and pull down your pants. I want to take a picture of your sexy ass!"

Fred hesitated just a minute, and then Ron forced his body out of the sofa. He could feel himself drag down his jeans and his panties and wriggle his ass in front of Ron.

"Oh God, you are so fucking beautiful! And I can see your pussy. Touch it for me, will you?"

Fred let his hands caress his pussy.

"Stick a finger into it!"

He did, and he felt that it was getting wet. How on earth could his body feel urges in a situation like this?

"As you might have noticed, the spell will make you extra horny. You are a dream come true. My very own nympho slut!"

"Now, take off your jeans and lie down on the floor. Show me your tits and your belly." The flash went off again, bathing Fred in bright light.

"Smile to me baby, smile to me!"

He couldn't help smiling, although he was screaming inside.

From this angle, Fred could see a bulge in Ron's pants. He had a huge erection, and in this case the myth about black men having huge cocks seemed to be true.

He had to get out of here, now, before this man violated him.

He stood and made another run for the door. Ron stopped him again. A word was all it took.

"I wish you would stop doing that," he said. "I am not the kind of guy that likes hide and seek sex games. You are my slave now, and you might as well start to enjoy it, because this is your life from now on. As soon as I come inside you, you will be stuck like this forever!"

"I will never have sex with you!" Fred tried to spit at Ron, but failed miserably.

"Of course you will, and your hypersexed body will betray you, and you will enjoy it.

"That will be the ultimate humiliation, won't it? When a white looser like you getting fucked up his pussy with my big black cock!" He was stroking the bulge in his pants now.

"Oh yeah, I have spent my last night alone. You will learn to worship me, bitch, the spells will see to that!"

"This will be rape!" Fred said. "You don't want that on your conscience. How on earth can you live with yourself if you force me to do this?"

"I have too much to be sorry about already," Ron said.

"This won't make much of a difference. At least I will go to hell having had lots of steaming sex!"

He dragged Fred over to the sofa.

"You need a new name," Ron told him while he pushed him face forwards over the sofa and pulled down his panties.

"You need a new hot Spanish sounding name. I will call you Carmen. How do you feel about that, Carmen?"

Somehow it sounded right to Fred, but he didn't dare to say so.

He flinched when he felt Ron's hands touch his vagina. Then he felt Ron's tongue licking his pussy lips, exploring them, sucking them. Then Ron's lips touched his clit.

Fred could feel his body betray him, just as Ron has predicted. He could feel his body getting warm, his face hot, and his nipples stiff in anticipation.

I am a man, damn it, Fred thought. I have never even entertained the thought of having sex with a man, and now my body get aroused by the fact that a man is desiring me?

But he had a woman's body now, and this woman was as heterosexual as he had ever been as a man.

Oh God, he is going to put that huge thing inside me, he is going to fuck me, he is going to, oooough!

Fred could feel the tip of Ron's penis touch his pussy. He tried to get away, but the spell wouldn't let him. Then the cock was starting to slide inside him. It was the most alien of feelings.

Fred tried to grab his cock and stop it from entering him, but the feeling of having his hand around Ron's shaft made him even more aroused.

This cannot be happening to me, it cannot!

But it did, and he could feel Ron push deeper and deeper into his body, and since his pussy was wet from the barrage of hormones streaming through his new body, there wasn't much pain.

Whatever kind of sick logic was governing the black magic of the spell books, it had definitely not made him a virgo intacta.

Then Ron started to thrust his cock into him with a steady rhythm. He was strong, and even without the magic Fred new Ron would be able to overpower him.

Fred could feel his tits bouncing, and he grabbed his right breast just to stop the movement. Why, he couldn't say, as it didn't help him the least. His nipple sent pulses of electricity down to his toes, and he could feel waves of lust ripple through his body.

He could hear himself moan in sync with Ron's thrusts.

"Oh, you like it now, don't you bitch? You like having my big cock inside your tight pussy? You like being rammed by a stallion like me!"

Hadn't the whole situation been such a tragedy, Fred would have laughed of Ron's porn clichés, but he couldn't. Instead he could feel his pussy contract in one intense orgasm after the other.

At that moment the balance tipped over and he could feel his mind sliding down the slippery slope of feminization. Fred tried desperately to hold on to his male self, but the magic, his new body and his libido overwhelmed him.

Strangely enough, it was not Ron's dick that made the difference, but the sweet sensation of his silky hair brushing his cheek and the touch of the soft wool of the sweater against his delicate skin. Fred surrendered.

Carmen bent over and thrust her ass towards Ron, urging him deeper and deeper.

She could feel herself smile as Ron fucked her. She was starting to enjoy this. She was starting to enjoy being this man's love toy.

Fred's old timid voice was stilled by Carmen yelling: "Yeah, fuck me hard! Yeah, fill me up, you fuckwad! Fuck me harder, you dickhead!"

Ron took Carmen's yelling as the final proof of his triumph, and turned Carmen over on her back, and entered her face to face.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," Carmen moaned.

"Touch my titties, touch my nipples. Suck them you motherfucker, suck them!"



Ron did the best he could, and continued to move his pelvis back and forth, back and forth.

Carmen was crying now, in both ecstasy and despair, as her new body and her old soul tried to make truce and become a new, whole, human being.

She noticed that the orgasms had pushed the timidity of Fred far back in her mind, and a new Latin temperament had taken control. This woman was furious; he was furious; she was furious.

Ron might have the magic power of the spell books, but she had the magic power of womanhood now, and she new which force was the strongest one.

She pushed Ron over on his back, and straddled him, urging him to push his cock inside her. She started to ride him, unable to get all of him inside her -- he was too big for that. She was in full control.

Something Ron had said was nagging her mind. Something important. Something about the changes not being permanent before he came inside her.

And she was urging him! She had to stop! She had to stop now before it was too late! But at the same time the power of her new body overwhelmed her.

Did she really want to remain a lonely pizza guy for the rest of her life? Did she really want to let go of these feelings? It was all slavery, one way or the other.

But no, she couldn't let this man keep her as a slave, she had to stop him!


Her body betrayed her again. She didn't stop moving up and down his shaft, and she could hear him moan as he shot his load inside her.

She could feel her body and soul settle, becoming Carmen, a woman of passion and strong will.

She would do what women have always done with men like Ron, she would stroke his ego and his dick and get him to do what she wanted. The battle between the magic of Carmen and the magic of the spell books had begun.

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Amanda and I shared a flat near the university. It was strictly a platonic relationship. I had tried to approach her and had been rejected, swiftly and without mercy.

“You are not my type,” she said. “You are too bookish and prude. But I am sure you’ll be a good flatmate, and I like to have a man around that can repair the sink and such.” And so it was. You don’t say no to Amanda. We had become friends, sort of.

One day Amanda came up to me and kindly asked me if we could switch bodies for a day. Her good friend Gale was with her, looking at me with great expectations.

This was clearly one of their practical jokes, and I decided to play along. “Sure, I said, I don’t need my body tonight anyway. I am too tired for more studying. What do you need it for?”

“I want to study the secrets of manhood,” she said. “I want to know how it is to drink beer with you mates in the pub, talking about babes and bikes. I want to pee standing. I want to scratch my crotch when everyone’s looking. I want to go partying without having to put on make-up. I want to know how it is to feel physically strong and tall.”

Oh, this was another round of man-bashing! But I liked my flatmate and her sense of humor. “Well, that’s about sums it up,” I said. “How do we go about changing bodies?”

Gale looked at me with her nearly gold colored eyes and pulled up two medallions. “We use these magic medallions we got at Spells R Us!”

Gale was a beautiful redhead the same age as Amanda: 19. Sharing a flat with Amanda had its advantages. She had a lot of great looking girl friends. Not that I had managed to exploit that advantage in any way. But I liked Gale a lot!

“And where did you find Spells R Us,” I asked. “Close to Toys R Us, I reckon.”

“No,” said Gale, seemingly serious. “We found it next to Starbucks down by the mall.” Yeah, sure, I had been down by the mall this very morning, and there was definitely not a magic shop there.

“The owner of the shop asked Amanda and I to switch bodies first, and then try it on you.”

“Really, and when did you two do your body swap?” I asked.

“Yesterday,” Gale answered. “It was I who asked your aunt all those embarrassing questions.”

“I see,” I said. “Well, I wondered why you had forgotten all about her hang ups about foreign cars.”

“We are not joking,” Amanda said. “It really works, and I want to try being a man for just 24 hours. Aren’t you curious about how it would be to be a woman and have a body like this one?” She pointed down at her tits.

I blushed. To be honest, the thought had struck my mind, and some familiar lesbian fantasies involving me and Gale raised their ugly heads.

“OK,” I said, give med the medallion. Gale put one around my neck and another around Amanda’s. Then she let them touch each other.

Wooooooow! Vertigo! It was as if someone had turned the room inside out. I was facing the opposite direction, looking straight into the chest of … fuck!... myself.

“Hi sis!” my body said, smiling. “No, don’t you worry about a thing. Gale will take care of you.” The body left and I could hear the entrance door slam shut.

I looked down at Amanda’s tits. My tits. I touched her long, silky, black hair, her – no, my -- curvy ass. I looked at my long, feminine, manicured fingers. I touched the soft skin of my naked belly, dumbfounded.

Gale looked at me, fascinated. “How does it feel, Amanda? You are one hot chick, you know!”

I sat down on a chair, shaking, unable to say a word. Gale took my hand and led me into Amanda’s bedroom and put me down on the bed.

“Sit here, and I will leave you alone so that you can fondle your tits and explore your pussy. That’s what boys want, isn’t it? I’ll be back soon.”

I had fantasized about Amanda’s body, about touching her, exploring her, and here I was, with a Carte Blanche as far as touching goes. I lifted the top above my tits and grabbed them carefully. Hmm, these tits had been upgraded. I didn’t mind.

They were round and perky and with big areolas. As a man I would have loved to suck and bite them. I touched the nipples and felt a strong shiver travel down my spine and down to my small toes.

My fingers wandered down to my crotch. I was no virgin and had touched pussy before, but as I explored the soft lips, the strange opening and my –ouch – clit, I started to understand that I knew nothing about having a vagina.

When Gale entered the room, again. I understood from the look on her face that I was about to learn about the female mysteries. Amanda had said something about Gale being bisexual. Seeing me touch my pussy, she just tore off her dress and jumped into bed.

“Lemmi’lemmi’lemmi!” she cried and put my hand on her tit. I knew that Amanda was not bisexual, but God know that there was enough left of the man in me to enjoy that feel. We started kissing and the soft, sweet taste of her mouth drove me crazy. God, she was hot!

And, I looked down at my own body, was I hot! Gale was soon kissing and biting my nipples, leading to one shivering wave of pleasure after the other. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and I put her hand on top of it. She pushed her fingers into my vagina, found the G spot, and sent me into my first orgasm as a woman. Oh, fuck, this was good!

Then she started licking my clit, rhythmically and patiently, which brought on more pleasure. My body was shaking, my mouth uttered a long sting of meaningless sounds and I was literally drooling.

Then I moved down on her. I hadn’t been in this body for more than an hour, and I was already learning. I was careful when touching her clit and used my long tongue with care. She tasted strong of woman, and the scent of the both of us sent my hormone production over the top. I was definitely starting to feel like a girl.

Afterwards, she let me rest on her arm, my face close to her tit. “You liked that, didn’t you?” she asked me. “It is beyond belief,” I said with my new feminine voice. “Don’t you ever tell this to the boys, or they will all want to become like us!”

Finally she took me out to the bathroom and we had a long and sensual shower together. Then she helped me freshen up and put on make-up, which is one hell of a complicated business, if you ask me!

She was determined. The two of us were going partying -- me as Amanda.

Both Amanda and Gale were known as party lions and some of the stories I had heard about them indicated that were nothing like my timid self.

“I know they call me a slut,” Amanda had once told me. “They are just jealous. When they are old and dry they will have nothing juicy to remember. I will know that I have lived my life to the full. I love fun, I love sex and I love this body!”

Inhabiting Amanda’s body I could feel that personality is not just something situated in the mind. It is in the muscles and veins, and I could feel Amanda’s soul within me. I felt reckless myself. I wanted to go partying, I wanted to explore these feelings, and I suddenly understood what Amanda had meant.

All dolled up, we took a taxi to a large villa outside of town. “Old friends,” Gale told me. This was a man’s paradise, a large number of young beautiful women dancing wildly to heavy rhythms. We got ourselves some drinks, looked around and danced.

A tall, dark haired, girl in a small blue dress came up to Gale. “Have you finally managed to turn her?” she said and looked at me.

“Just for one night,” Gale said. The girl came up close to me and started to touch my tits. Then she had her tongue inside my mouth. I heard myself moaning. It was as if the feeling of being desired was enough to touch my button – my pink, wet, button.

“Enough of that,” Gale said and grabbed me into another room. “You are mine tonight,” she said. “I decide who to share you with!” She gave me another drink and a pill.

“I don’t do drugs!” I said.

“Amanda does!” she said, put the pill on her own tongue and kissed me. I had no choice but to swallow. I started to feel like the King of the World. Or – rather – the Queen of the World.

There were a couple of men in the other room. An arrangement committee of some sort, I guess, and Gale went up to one of them. “Hey, Phil,” she said. “Come meet Amanda! She is a virgin!”

“Sure!” he said, not believing a word of it, but he took my hand politely and shook it. I had bad feelings about this. There was no way Gale was going to maneuver me into getting close to this man, but I noticed that I enjoyed his admiring glances up and down my body.

“Let’s go to your flat,” Gale said and bit his ear. We took his car to a house at the other side of the city. He led us down a corridor and up some stairs, one girl on one arm. We were joking and laughing and I felt fine. I didn’t mind his hand resting on my back. Not really.

There was no doubt in my mind that Gale wanted to have sex with him. I decided to look at it as live porn. The Amanda in me definitely was of the opinion that this was on of those things you had to have done in order to have truly lived.

Up in his flat Gale jumped up and wrapped her legs around his body. I found myself humping his leg. How embarrassing! I found myself another drink.

Gale was horny as a cat in heat. She came up to me, grabbed my hips and pushed her tits into my back. “You are so hot, Amanda,” she said. “You are the most desirable girl I have ever, ever met!”

She dragged me over to the couch where she started to kiss Phil. He tried to grab me as well, but I avoided kissing him. Gale spread her legs and begged him to finger fuck her. He was not the type that had to be asked twice.

Gale, however, barely looked at him. She was only focusing on me, kissing med, stroking me, holding me and fingering me, and I was getting so hot that I found it hard to concentrate.

Even when he put his fat cock up her pussy, she continued to kiss me.

“I love you, Amanda,” she whispered in my ear. And I suddenly understood what this was all about. Gale did love Amanda. Not me, but Amanda.

But Amanda was not attracted to women, so this was the only way Gale could make love to the woman of her life. Now she wanted to give Amanda the gift she couldn’t give her herself, a cock.

I felt said for her, but this made me like her even more. She would never love me as a man. I could just stop dreaming about that. But tonight I wanted to give her what she wanted, even if it was all a dream

“Let’s go to the bedroom!” Phil said and led the way. Gale was jumping up and down as a kid on the way over.

“You watch!” Gale said to Phil and removed my clothes. She put her fingers up into my pussy and massaged my clit. I felt another orgasm building up. I cried out in ecstasy while Phil was stroking his dick, looking at us.

“Come here!” Gale said to Phil and turned me around. "Let’s taste her pussy!" First Gale started to lick me from behind, then I could feel to male fingers touch my pussy lips. I tried to get away, but Gale held on to me.

“Hush, Amanda!” she said. “You are going to enjoy this!” Looking down at my own tits juggling, I had to admit I was getting turned on by the whole spectacle. But, My God, I couldn’t have that man put that tool inside me. Fuck, his dick was twice the size of the one I had myself as a man!

I found myself on my back, Gale holding my tits. “Oh, no, no, no!” I said and closed my eyes.

“Do it for me,” Gale said, and I spread my legs. I could feel the tip of his penis enter my vagina. I could feel it stretch deeper and deeper, as his manhood filled me up. I was frightened and tense.

“Let go!” Gale said. “Let Amanda take control.” I did, and suddenly my pussy was overflowing with pussy juice, and his strokes began to feel good. I liked this feeling of being fulfilled, of being worshiped by a man that wanted me.

Gale lifted my legs so that Phil could push even deeper. I cried out, again and again: “Fuck me – oagh – fuck me – ouch – fuck me – Oh God! – fuck me – Bloody Hell! – fuck me -- aiiiiiiieeeee.” It ended in the kind of scream no man can imitate.

The next afternoon, Gale, Me as Amanda and Amanda as Me met in our flat again. Gale held on to me trying to keep the dream alive as long as possible. I could see tears in her eyes. But when the hour was there, we switched back.

The look Amanda gave Gale told me that Amanda did love Gail, although not in the way Gale wanted. I also guess that she knew about my feelings for Gale and that this was her way of fulfilling our dreams, at least for one night.

The next day another sexy, young, redhead came up to me outside the lecture hall, embraced me and whispered into my ear: “That was the best sex I have ever had! What do you say, my place tonight?”

I have to talk to Amanda!

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Checkmate sucker!

Jordan had never been into kinky sex. His wife told him that she preferred trust and cuddling to strange acrobatics, so Eric was mighty surprised when Jordan suggested a hot weekend in Vegas.

Well, he was not the one to say no, and he was extremely excited when they moved into their luxurious hotel on the Strip.

“Strip and lay down face down on the bed!” she told him as soon as they had unpacked. Wow, she was really taking charge this time. He could like that. He did as she said, but kept his boxer shorts on.

She started to tie him up with a thick rope, hands on his back and with his legs bent at the knees. He was a strong man, but he would not get out of this one on his own.

Now, what would she do? Undress? Climb on top of him? He would like that. She had such a petite, slim and sexy body. She did no such thing. Instead she took out a small whip and sat down on the bed beside him.

“Listen up!” she said. “This trip is not for your pleasure. You are here to be punished!”

“Duh! Get on with it,” he thought.

“I am sick and tired of you ogling other women! I am fed up with you lusting for big breasted broads with no brains!” she snarled.

“I don’t do that!” he said. Her whip hit his buttocks. “Ouch!”

“Shut up bitch!” she cried at him. “Don’t lie to me!”. She went over to her suitcase and took out a pile of magazines. She had found his secret stash of skin mags in the garage. He was dead.

“Look at this she said: Big Juggs, Big Tits, Boobs and Bazookas. Are you fucking these bimbos in your head instead of fucking me? My B-cup isn’t good enough for you?”

Boy, she was seriously pissed. “Listen babe, I can explain...” he started. The whip hit him again. “Shut up!”
She opened up a Voluptuous spread of buxom Jehzabelle. “There is a semen stain up in the corner of this page” she said and put it on the bed in front of him. He didn’t say a word.

She took a huge syringe out of her suitcase and filled it with a ruby liquid. Thank God, there was no needle! She pinched his nose to force his mouth open and thrust the syringe into it.

“Suck my dick!” she exclaimed and emptied the content into his mouth. He just had to swallow. It tasted sweet, spicy and musky, and it started to burn in his stomach.

“Why don’t you rest here, bitch, and make some pillow talk with your darling Jehzabelle?”

Jordan grabbed the Do Not Disturb sign, hung it on the outside of the door and left him to rot.

There was no way he could get out of this. In a hundred years time maybe she could forgive him, but now he just had to hold on to his sanity. He had been amazingly stupid. The liquid continued to burn in his stomach and now the warmth started to spread to the rest of his body. His skin began to tingle and itch. Had she poisoned him as well?

Strange, it was as if his chest was lying on an inflatable pillow. His torso was slowly rising up from the bed. WTF?! He tried to look down, but he got a lot of long silky, black hair, in his face. Had she put a wig on him? When? Then his butt started to throb painfully. It felt like it was growing.

His sense of smell changed and became more acute. What was that scent: musky, sensual and sweet? It was the scent of woman.

Jehzabelle was smiling up to him from the magazine. That was it! He was slowly changing into Jehzabelle. But that was impossible! He pushed his pelvis down into the bed. No, he could not feel his penis. He tried again, and this time the rubbing ignited another kind of fire. Oh shit, he had a clit!”

He could hear the key in the door, and saw Jordan entering the room. “She is on lying on the bed, waiting for you,” she said to someone behind her.

“Dear Jehzabel,” she said to Eric. “I have a wonderful surprise for you” She sat down on the bed beside her. “Hmfgh!” he said.
“I told Pim here everything about you getting married to a conservative vicar next week and your fantasy of having one last sexy fling before boredom takes you. Isn’t he sexy, dear?” Pim was a large and handsome fellow, clearly one of the gigolos from the hotel bar.

Jordan got closer and whispered into his ear: “The good news, Eric, is that the magician that sold me this Elixir of Inanna told me that the effect will be over by midnight.”

Her tongue started to play with his new feminine ear. “The bad news is...” Her hand moved down to his big tit and she started rubbing his nipple. He was getting moist down there. “The bad news is that if you get semen in any of your orifices, the change will become permanent. There is a lot of magic in those pesky little buggers, isn’t there? Well, don’t you worry about that. You don’t have any balls left, do you?”

“She is all yours,” Jordan said to Pim and handed him a couple of hundred dollars. “And remember: No condom! She is on the pill and wants it that way.” Pim lifted Jehzabelle up on her knees and tore off her panties. “Mngh, mngh, mngh!” Jehzabelle said.

“Ah, you love it, don’t you?” Jordan said. “You are like a bitch in heat.” Pim started to kiss Jehzabelle’s nipples and massage her clit.

”Oh, I’ll make you feel good,” he said before thrusting his big dick into her pussy. Her knees hurt, but her pussy betrayed her. Her vaginal muscles started to contract in an intense orgasm. That was like milking Pim’s penis and he climaxed with a grunt of pleasure. Jehzabelle could feel his seamen sizzle into her vagina, and a strong pulse that permeated through her body signalled that she now was, indeed, a woman for good.

“All right. Thank you for your help, Pim. You can leave now. And Jehzabelle, I have paid for a whole week, so you can stay for a while. Then I suggest you find yourself a new job. I will not see you again” Jordan left her naked, bound and gagged.
Room service found her five hours later. Jehzabelle is now a colleague of Pim in the hotel bar.

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The five million dollar bride, part 2

He was imprisoned by the mafia, and they were clearly up to nothing good. Continues from part 1.


The next time Diana and Bill came along, he did not put up a fight. I only gave her his arm and let her inject him with the serum. He knew now that there was much more than vitamins in that cocktail.

"Since you have been so compliant, I'll let you have a reward," Diana said. "Follow me!" They took him to a bathroom and let him take a shower. It felt good to get rid of what must have been days of grime and sweat.

There was a mirror in the bathroom and he examined his face. No stubble whatsoever, in spite of him having spent days in that cell. His head, however, was covered with a short red brown hair. He hadn't looked this good since his teens.

He noticed that his areolas had started to grow and become "puffy". They had expanded slightly, and started to look like the chest of a girl in early puberty. It looked like his hips were getting wider as well, he could feel a soft layer of fat under the skin when touching his buttocks. He had to ask Diana about this.

He used a towel to dry his body and looked around for his pajamas. It was not where he had put it. Instead he found the the babydoll. He remembered the description from the catalog: "Siren-worthy shape in lustrous silk georgette, lavished with embroidery, beading and sequins. Ties at neck. Matching panty."

He took up the babydoll, and yes, under it he found matching panties.

So this is it then, he said. They are turning me into a transvestite.

Well, he had no choice. He put the garments on, and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked strange, but without his body hair and his belly receding, he did not look too bad.

On the way back to the cell he told Diana about the changes to his body.

"Do not worry about that, my dear," she told him. "This is just the normal side effects of the vitamin mix. You do not miss your big belly, do you?" No, he did not.

Back in the cell, he started looking closely at more of the models and what they were wearing. However, in his fantasies he found it harder to harder to distinguish between the role of himself as a strong stud making love to this women, and the idea of him wearing more of these clothes.

He was tremendously fascinated by a pink babydoll wore by a sexy big breasted blonde.

"Naughty and nice in delicate, sheer stretch lace. Adjustable neck. Matching silk panty. Imported nylon." Oh yeah, he would love to fuck her.

That night the dream had changed slightly. He was wearing the "VS logo lace halter babydoll". He could feel his breasts bounce slightly on his chest. His ass was resting on the table. He could see a naked man approaching, penis erect. He opened his arms to welcome him.

He woke up with seamen soiling his baby doll. In the background he could hear the feminine voices. "I want you inside me, baby." "Oh yeah, fuck me hard in the ass, lover!" "Hmmm, I feel so good in silk and lace!."

He was more than embarrassed. I am a man, damn it! They will not be allowed to turn me into a transvestite, he thought.

He was not surprised to find the pink babydoll by the door. However, when he took off the white babydoll, he was shocked to see that his chest had expanded into two small, recognizable breasts. "My God," he said. "They are not turning me into a transvestite. I am becoming a transsexual!"

Strangely enough, the idea of turning into a "chick with a dick" did not make him too uncomfortable. The feeling of the babydoll rubbing against his erect nipples was just too good to deny. The man him had always liked to touch and caress breasts, and the fact that these too were his own, only made the feeling stronger.

"Make them stop!" one voice in his head pleaded. "No, let them continue," another said. "I want to see where this ends."

That evening Diana and Bill moved him into another room. "Unlike some of our clients you seem to adapt nicely to your changing condition," Diana said. "You are clearly not going to hurt yourself."

The room had a strong feminine touch. Pinkish walls, bright curtains framing a window facing a beautiful garden, and pillows, a large number of colorful pillows. Raymond had never grasped why women wanted pillows everywhere. Now he had to concentrate hard to make an argument against them.

There was a separate bathroom with a large number of bottles with creams, perfumes and various sorts of make-up.

He slept well that night. In fact, he couldn't remember ever to have slept this good. When "The Dream" came to him, he didn't resist. He opened his legs to the stranger and let him thrust his penis into him. His body was shaking with pleasure all through the dream. He did not wake up until morning, fully rested.

On the chair beside his bed there was a blue turtleneck sweaterdress and new panties. He had seen it on the model on page 45 of the Victoria catalog.

His breast were bigger and his hips wider, so the dress fit him perfectly. His hair was still short and boyish, but his face had become finer and more feminine, and he knew that he looked good.

Seeing daylight again, Raymond knew that he meal he was served that morning was breakfast.

"All right," Diana said, "It is time to end this. I will give you a double dose today." She gave him two injections.

"You really want to lie down on the bed for this," she told Raymond. She helped him get out of his dress.
She put him down on the bed. He felt weak and feverish.

He could actually see his breasts growing. "They look nice, don't they?" Diana asked him. "The problem is , my dear, that they are going to reach twice that size. Oh yeah, you are going to get a couple of big udders worthy of a cow. Too bad, though, because you are really becoming a beautiful girl."

She was right. His breast slowly expanded and became heavier and heavier against his chest. He moved over to the side to breathe easier. They felt good, though. He touched them, squeezed them, massaged them, getting more and more aroused in the process.

"Let me help you with that," Diana said, and started to lick and bite his nipples. Well, if this was what it meant to be a woman, he could get used to it.

Diana pulled out his dick. It was definitely much smaller than the one he knew a few days ago, but it did raise to the occasion.

"It is time for you to go," Diana told his penis, and started to suck. Raymond fondled his erect nipples, savoring the feeling of Diana's tongue playing with his dick.

He could feel an immense orgasm building up. It didn't stop when he came into her mouth. The ejaculation was followed by one ecstatic wave after the other. At the same time he could feel his penis deflate and shrivel. When Diana gave it her final lick it had turned into a highly sensitive clitoris. Another wave engulfed him.

Diana massaged his new pussy lips with her hand. She looked up over his huge breasts and said:"Randi, you are now a woman." Then she trust two fingers into his pussy, proving her point beyond all doubt. He was soaking wet.

Diana pulled him up and stuck her fingers into his mouth. "Taste your own pussy juice, bitch. This is what you have become!

"You are a slave now, do you hear me! You have no passport, no social security number, no papers, and the man that have bought you own you completely. If you try to escape we will hunt you down, and when that happens, you will serve as a whore in the brothels of Nairobi!

"You are lucky, though. Our client is a man that worships women. If you treat him