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My Aunt Gave Me A New Life

As i already wrote, my Mistress has threated to turn me into a gay
shemale slut -- and i'm terrified. Last night i began thinking about how
this whole thing began.

We've lived next door to one another for years, and i've always admired
Her from a distance. She is beautiful! She has a small frame, 5'2",
dark hair, beautiful eyes, a dynamite little body with good size breasts,
beautiful legs. i guess You can say that She was my fantasy. A number
of years ago, when they first moved in next door, She came over with her
daughter to introduce Herself to my wife and i. She wore yellow tight
short shorts with a halter type of top and my mouth just dropped and
drooled. my Wife noticed and made a joke about it later, asking if our
next door neighbor would be my new Mistress.

Well, since that time my "Mistress" has gotten a divorce, Her daughter
has grown up to be a beauty herself, and i've grown to have just too much
time on my hands.

i work at home, so i have plenty of time to play my lingerie games when
my Wife goes to work. She knows about my fetish for panties and female
items, and She tolerates it, but doesn't encourage it. So for most of
our married years we have satisfied one another (more and more
infrequently) in the usual borely quick missionary style and then off to
sleep. At least She let me wear some panties when we made love!

That's what got me in trouble, i guess. i was wearing a pair of those
panties the day my neighbor stopped by for some "male help." A limb of a
tree had broken -- not completely off -- but enough to threated to break
one of Her windows. She wanted me to use a ladder, climb up and saw the
limb. i was only too happy to give Her a hand.

I got everything i needed and was up the ladder doing my "duty". i had
on a rather short pair of shorts myself, which, because of the years, had
become a little tight. i got the limb cut, put the ladder away, and She
invited me in for a cup of coffee.

While we were sitting down on the couch in Her living room, She looked me
straight in the eyes and asked what color my panties were. i died! She
had seen the clear panty line beneath my shorts and while i was coming
down the ladder She caught a glimpse of the waist band peeking above the
top of my shorts. "you're a panty boy", She said as She stared me down.

Without saying more than another word, She kneeled in front of me and
began opening the catch of my shorts. i was unable to move. She smiled
and gave a sly laugh when She revealed a pink satin panty under my
shorts. "These will have to come off," She said as She tugged my shorts
down my legs. I was as hard as a rock and She was having a good time of
my embarrassment.

my shirt came off, too. my nipples were hard as Her delicate fingers
played with the tips. "i think i've found a new play toy", She said.
She kissed me full on the lips as Her hand carressed my hard cock through
my panties.

She got up, and told me to stay there while She got Herself ready. i
thought She was going to slip into something really sexy. i was getting
hot and sweaty just thinking about getting into Her pants -- my fantasy
girl! Suddenly, there was a click of a camera -- then two -- then three.
She had taken a quick half a dozen pictures of me before i could cover
up. "I don't think You want to DO that," She said. i dropped my shirt
which i had grabbed and She told me to start playing with my cock through
my panties.

click! click! As i masturbated through my panties She began to tell me
how my life would change. "i am not interested in males," She said. "i
got rid of My last one and haven't had a need for one since. Do you want
to know what happened to My husband?", she asked me.

"Well, SHE'S living with a pimp and earning her money off the streets. I
decided that he was a slut of a man to live with, so I used my wiles and
my charms -- and a few other little surprises -- and I feminized him. In
fact, I've completely turned him into a shemale. Do you want to see a
picture?" She went to a shelf and showed me some pictures of a man
progressively being changed from a male to a female. The last picture
showed him with huge breasts, a female face stuffed with cock, and a huge
cock of his own.

i came in my panties as i looked at the pictures. She just laughed a
wicked little laugh and told me to tuck myself away and go back home.
"Oh, by the way", She added, "I've also got YOU on tape." She pointed
out a video camera that i hadn't noticed pointing right me. "Go home,
little boy, until I call you", She said.

She kept my shorts and my shirt and i had to slither back home hoping no
one would notice me. No one did.

The next day i did get a call. i was sweating things out hoping that my
new Mistress wouldn't tell my Wife what i had done. She didn't. "Be
here in five minutes", She told me. "Be wearing your jockey shorts and
carry over in your hand a pair of your frilliest panties." She hung up
as soon as She gave Her command.

When i arrived, She chided me for not carrying the panties so
anyone could them. She commanded me to strip down to my jockey shorts
and stand before Her naked. She took the yellow panties i had brought
along and played with my nipples with the material.

"I want you to take off those male shorts -- because you don't deserve to
wear male clothing, you pussy," She said. "What kind of male would wear
panties? you are a pitiful excuse as male and I'm going to change all
that for you." She commanded me to strip my jockeys off and handed me a
scissors. "Cut through the crotch," She demanded. i didn't know what
Her game was, but She was dressed so sexy in a see-through blouse --
braless -- short mini skirt. i did as She commanded. "Throw them away
and put your panties on, slut," She ordered. Then as happened the day
before i was told to mastrubate in the panties while She watched and sent
on my way back home.

i had to repeat this process every day for the next ten days until i
finally ran out of jockeys. "you will NEVER wear male underwear again,"
She told me. "Today, your training begins. We will meet for an hour
each morning. I will take command of your mind and soul. your life, as
you have known it, is over. By the time I'm finished with you, you will
become a gay shemale slave like my former husband."

i didn't -- couldn't -- believe what i was hearing. During the past ten
days i have been photographed in the most compromising positions, but i
have never had sex with my Mistress. i cannot just leave because of Her
proof that i had done unspeakable things. For more than ten days She has
repeated to me over and over again that i am not a male, but a sissy,
slutty shemale. She makes me repeat over and over again that i love cock
and want to obey my Mistress. i am mind-numbed at what has happened.

She says that by years end i will be well on my way to being like Her
husband -- i will be gay, on my way to becoming a shemale -- and i will
be looking for a new home.


i'm a little concerned. i have never been interested in anything but a
heterosexual life-style. i've enjoyed reading stories about how men were
forced into Gay experiences and then trapped into that life-style
permenantly. Whenever i've read such stories i've always found myself
hard and horny -- especially when the woman first feminized the male or
changed him into a shemale. That is REALLY a turn on.

my Mistress has taken notice that i gravitate toward this kind of
fantasy. She said that She has personally transformed straight males
into full time gay sissies and that She has determined that i am to join
that sorority. i'm terrified.

First, i don't believe you can make someone gay -- can you? She says
it's a matter of mind-control; Her mind over mine. She has been
repeating over and over again Her threat to make me a Gay sissy -- or
even worse, a Gay shemale sissy. i've heard the threat enough so that i
can't stop thinking about it. Day and night the thought She has planted
in my mind is becoming an obsession. Is this what mind-control is all
about?

Like the moth to the flame i can't seem to turn away. Each time She
feminizes me She makes me think of sucking cock and being used by a male
as a slut. Now, when i see a man i look at his bulge and wonder how full
my mouth would be with his meat. i've never had thoughts like this
before, and now i can't stop thinking this way.

She says i'm getting closer and that i will eventually beg to be Her Gay
shemale slut. i don't want it to be this way, but i wonder what it would
be like. Can She really control me and change me? Will it be a
permenant change like She said?

i'm thinking of running away from Her, but She laughed and asked me to
try. i did -- but i couldn't leave Her. She told me that She knew i
wouldn't be able to, and that my Gay days would be here before the end of
the year.

i've never believed that the stories were anything more than stories, but
i feel trapped -- seduced by my Mistress's desires to reshape my sexual
orientation.

Can i get out of this, or is it too late. Help please!



She asked me what i had done with all my male underwear, i told Her.
Mistress Sandy
smiled at me and asked, what did you tell her?

i told her that i liked wearing silky things and that i got rid of
them.

What did she say about that?, asked Mistress.

She told me that if that’s the way i wanted it, it would be a cold day
in hell before i got
any male underwear to put back into my drawer. Then she reminded me
about my
doctor’s appointment coming up next week. ‘You’ve got an appointment
with Dr.
Smith!’, she quipped.

Who’s Dr. Smith?, asked Mistress.

She’s our family doctor and i’ve got a physical coming up next week. my
Wife told me
that since i had changed my wardrobe so dramatically, it would stay that
way. She said i
would have to go to the appointment wearing one of my daintier panties.

And so you shall, stated Mistress.

* * * *

i had spent the first two hour of the morning, after my wife had left for
work, in Mistress
Sandy’s house next door. As it had been for the past 12 days or so, i
have stripped down
to my underwear. i only have panties now since Mistress Sandy had me cut
up, one each
day until they were gone, my male jockey shorts. i didn’t have enough
panties to replace
all the male underwear i had destroyed, so She made sure that i went to
J.C. Penny’s
everyday to purchase one new pair of panties in my size.

i’ve purchased panties -- many of them -- before. This was different,
however. Before i
would go once or twice a year, and i was certain that any store clerk who
had helped me
would never remember who i was. Everyday Mistress made me go back to the
same
store, seek out the same young clerk to help me select my panties for the
day, go to the
same cashier, and then go home. By the second day the young lady who was
helping me
knew fully that i was buying the panties for myself. By day four, She
was greeting me by
name before i even entered the rows that had the panties. Day six, She
held a pair of
panties to my waist to make certain they would fit. my embarrassment
deepened by the
day.

i finally told Her that my Mistress was making me buy panties for Her.
She looked me in
the eye and said, sure! And isn’t it nice that you are both the same
size? Red is just the
color i naturally turn now when i see my lady clerk.

After i had shaved my legs -- a daily routine in Mistress Sandy’s
bathroom -- i came out
for my daily inspection. There were no more pictures taken of me
anymore. Mistress
said She had all the pictures She needed to assure my silence. But
still, i have the urge to
get out of this twisted nightmare before i’m sucked in for good.

i’ve thought about just telling my wife everything -- especially since
i’ve never had sex of
any kind with Mistress Sandy. It would be far preferrable to take the
embarrassment and
punishment and run before She makes me Gay. i have to repeat my
submissive mantra
an hour in Her presence -- and She has me repeating it at least three
more hours during
the day. i am not a man -- i am a sissy fag -- i am not a man -- i am a
cocksucking slut --
i am not a man -- my pussy belongs to my Mistress -- i am not a man -- i
love wearing
panties. On and on it goes until all i can think about is my
feminization and slavery.
Each day before i leave She chuckles and tells me that soon i will be
sucking cock
dressed like a slutty whore. She says i will beg for it.

Now you can see why i have to get out of this mess. What would happen if
Her daughter
ever came home and found me with Her mother? Then i would be in trouble
with the
police since Her daughter’s only 17 (at least i think She is!)

my assignment today: buy a bra from my saleslady. A bra from a store
i’ve NEVER
done. i’ve purchased one from mailorder, but never from the store. i am
to ask for help
being sized and for my saleslady’s opinion as to how large the cups
should be. i’ll do this
one last thing and then i’ll tell my wife and get out of this mess. What
a mess i’m in!



i now have a new bra -- "My Satin Fantasy", it's called. i decided the
other day to get this humiliation over with since Mistress Sandy ordered
me back to my saleslady to ask help to buy a bra. For two weeks now i
had to go to Penny's to buy one pair of panties each day to replace the
jockey shorts my Mistress was destroying. i had to use the same young
saleslady each day -- and by the end of the first week i couldn't hide
the fact anymore that i was buying the panties for myself. But a bra?

i saw the saleslady, a beautiful young woman in her early 20's with a
gorgeous figure, and She immediately smiled and came up to me. "Well,
what kind of panties do you want today, my good fairy."

my head was bowed and i told Her that i was not interested in panties
today, but a bra. "i need help finding out what size i wear," i told Her
-- "and i need to ask You to help me determine what size cups i should be
wearing." She laughed outloud causing some other customers to look our
way.

"Come right this way, sweetie, i've got just the bra for you," She said.
She held up a satin bra with a flower pattern on it to my chest. "Do
you want big tits or small ones?", She asked me. i told Her i didn't
know, that it was up to Her. "I think you're a big tit person, aren't
you?", She asked. With that She gave me a DD size up. "you can take
this up to the cashier -- or, do you want to wear it home?," She quipped.
i nearly died.

i was sure that this was the last straw and that i would do anything to
get myself out of this mess. i was going to tell me wife about
everything. She'd be mad as hell, but at least i wouldn't be being
blackmailed like i was now.

When i got home i had a message on my phone machine. It was from
Mistress Sandy instructing me to come over wearing my new bra and a pair
of panties that matched the closest. She instructed me to shave my legs
and "make myself pretty for Her." What if my Wife had gotten that
message instead of me?, i thought. i knew i had to go over to my
neighbor and straighten this fiasco out.

i went over there with my new package still in my hands and no intention
of wearing it for Her. When i rang the bell, She didn't answer directly,
but i heard someone yell for me to come in. i walked in the door and
looked in the front room and no one was there. The television was on and
there on the screen was ME! She was playing the video of me masturbating
into my panties and saying all sorts o leud things. my eyes were rivoted
on the TV and i didn't notice that someone had come into the room behind
me.

"Nice pictures", She said. i swung around to see Mistress Sandy's
daughter, Becky, standing there with very little on. She was in black
panties, a tiny black bra which barely held Her soft breasts, black
garter and stockings finished her ensemble. She walked straight up to
me, put Her arms around me neck and began kissing me deeply. Her small
hand began to rub the bulge growing in my panties. i was in a stew --
horny as hell but scared at the new twist this nightmare was taking. i
tried to push Her away, but She just hung on -- and then without a
warning She lifted Her knee briskly into my crotch. i doubled over and
grabbed my balls with a most surprised look on my face.

"you asshole! Why aren't you wearing your bra? I'd suggest you get
yourself properly dressed so we can have some fun!", She ordered.

i don't know why i did it, but i began taking off my shirt and pants, and
soon i was standing there with my new bra and white panties. Becky was
quite pleased at my behavior, and again came toward me. She began to
play with my nipples through the bra while rubbing Herself closely
against my body. She was intentionally turning me on to the point that i
could not think straight. She was kissing me again -- carressing me --
pushing down on my shoulders -- thrusting her panties crotch to my lips.

Over the next half hour i did all sorts of delicious things to that young
body -- and then She began to do some delicious thing to mine. She
rubbed my panties until they were wet with my precum -- and then She
slipped my little dick out and began to put it into Her mouth. She
played with me, bringing me to the point of climax over and over again,
only to stop before i could cum.

Suddenly the front door swung open -- and there was Mistress Sandy.
"Well, my little queer," She said -- "i see you also enjoy lesbian lust!"
As hard as i was, i grew limp in only seconds. "What do you think you
are doing with my daughter?", She demanded in an angry tone.

"Your daughter came on to ME!", i countered.

She walked through the room toward a door that i had not payed attention
to before -- and stood by the video camera that was on.

"I think you had better do what we ask, my little whore," She said.

I knew that i had been trapped for good.

*****

The next hour was spent repeating my mantra, blue balls and all.
Mistress Sandy and Mistress Becky were talking about how their little
plan worked and how they intented to continue my feminization.

my next assignment? Go back to my saleslady. Only this time i am to be
wearing my yellow stretch lace panties, my new bra with two panties
stuffed into each cup, shorts, and a thin white shirt. It's too cold to
be wearing shorts this time of year, so i know that everyone will notice,
especially since my legs are shaved smooth. And the bra! Those flowers
show through anything -- especially when they are stuffed! i am to buy
two more bras, a garter belt and black nylons, some nail polish and
matching lipstick (my saleslady's choice of colors). i am to wear put
the lipstick on and wear it home -- and i am to give Mistess's phone
number to the saleslady so She can verify that i followed my
instructions.

NOTE OF HELP FROM MY READERS: Mistress has complained that my legs are
not smooth enough. i am shaving everyday, but by the end of the day i
have a rough little stubble which She does not like. She wants me girl
smooth all the time. Any suggestions?



i showed HER, i did!. She had ordered me to go back to Penny=92s to buy
somemore
feminine attire -- only this time She wanted me dressed in a most
humiliating manner. i
was to be wearing my yellow stretch lace panties, a tiny pair of shorts
(it was snowing
today!), my flowery bra with each cup stuffed with two pair of panties,
and a sheer white
shirt which would clearly show off my new bra.

i have to stand up for my rights!, so i didn=92t do what Mistress Sandy =
and
Miss Becky told
me to do. i went home, and promised to put this whole thing behind me.
i didn=92t think
that either of my new Mistresses would have the courage to do anthing
about it. Boy, was
i wrong!

*******

my Wife initiated a conversation with me about my new hobby. She is
worried that i now
wear nothing but panties under my clothes and that my legs are shaved
(not that She
objects to how smooth they feel! -- She told me last night that She =
liked
the way our legs
feel when we intertwine in bed!)

She found my bra and asked me just how far i was going to take this new
life-style. i
turned a bit red and stumbled out some sort of answer that i didn=92t =
know.
She ended the
conversation by saying that my new found hobby better not include
anything permenant,
like hormones. i just laughed that one off and hoped that the subject
would go away. i
had never THOUGHT of hormone treatments before -- and then i thought
about the
pictures that Mistress Sandy had shown me of Her feminized husband.

********

Yesterday was Friday and after my bath and shave i meandered next door
dressed in my
pink panties, my flowery bra, and my male outerwear. i was met at the
door by Miss
Becky who greeted me by grabbing at my crotch to make sure there were
panties under
my slacks. But more than grab, She kissed me full on the mouth, forcing
my lips open
while She gave my mouth a tongue-bath.

Mistress Sandy came in to see us carressing and asked, =93how did your
shopping trip go
yesterday?=94

i stumbled a bit and mumbled that =93i didn=92t know=94 when She =
interrupted me
and ordered
me to strip down to my female attire. i slipped out of my male clothing
and stood there in
my panties and bra and She asked me to =93go on with my story!=94

i immediately began making some sort of lame excuse when She confronted
me with the
fact that She had been to Penny=92s and had talked with my saleslady =
only
to find i had not
been there. =93Why?=94, She demanded to know. i told Her that =93i =
just can=92t
DO that kind of
thing -- and what=92s more, i WON=92T do that kind of thing!=94 =
That=92s when
matters became
a little roudy.

She had a riding crop in Her hand and began beating the hell out of me.
i was told not to
move, but to bend over with my ass high in the air so that She could
properly punish me.
i don=92t know why i did it, but i received well over 50 smacks with Her
riding crop. i was
in a lot of pain and was begging for mercy when Miss Becky came to my
aid.

She begged Her mother to give Her a try at convincing me to do things =
Her
way.
Mistress Sandy looked at me with a cruel sneer and hit me in the face.
=93You had better
listen to my daughter. I expect you to do only what i demand -- even if
that means going
to the store bare-ass nakekd.=94 She went on and on, and finally left =
me
in the room alone
with Miss Becky.

Miss Becky came close and began to gently carress my pantied rear which
was quite a
sight with welts and bruises. =93My mother only wants you to have =
fun!=94,
She told me.
Why don=92t you just do what She asks you to?=94

=93i just CAN=92T,=94 i told Her. She said She understood and began to =
get
intimate with me
again. Her fingers began to toy with my nipples as Her mouth closed in
on mine. Her
free hand massaged my now hard cock through my panties and soon She had
me hotter
than a bonfire.





She asked me in between kisses if Her friend could come in and join in
the fun. i was so
turned on and hot that i would have agreed to anything. Miss Becky was
certainly the
best part of this whole twisted arrangement -- and was She ever sexy. i
don=92t know how
She disrobed, but all i know is that She was now wearing only the =
laciest
pair of panties
i=92ve ever seen. Her pussy was shaved clean and Her perky nipples were
aching to be
kissed and suckled. i was in heaven.

i noticed that suddenly there was another set of hands playing with me.
my panties were
lowered and a head with a lovely mane of hair lowered itself to my cock.
She took my
hard cock deep into Her mouth while Miss Becky continued to tease every
erotic part of
my body. Every time i was near to cumming, the lovely woman on my cock
would ease
up. i was begging for relief, promising to do anything if only She =
would
let me cum.

=93Anything?=94, asked Miss Becky coyly. i begged Her to bring me off =
and
again promised
that i would do anything She or Her mother would make me do. The new
lady let go of
my cock and began to disrobe. Her tits were large, but her figure was
nothing to compare
with Miss Becky=92s. She did have curves, but not like most sexy women.
Soon this new
lady was down to nothing but her panties. She turned her back to me and
slowly slithered
out of her panties wiggling her smooth ass. Miss Becky began to nibble
my cock and
pushed me on my back while the new lady came close. i looked up and saw
a large cock,
hard and shiny coming toward my face. =93It=92s time you met my =
daddy!=94,
said Miss Becky.
Her dad straddled my chest, pinning me down while Miss Becky continued =
to
fondle my
now half-limp cock.

Mistress Sandy=92s voice all of a sudden stole my attention. =93It=92s =
time to
take the next step,
michelle. you KNOW you want to do it. Just look at that cock -- feel =
it
against your lips
-- feel how smooth it feels on your cheeks -- you KNOW you want it,
michelle. you=92re
my little cocksucker, aren=92t you? =93 Her voice combined with Miss =
Becky=92s
arousing
attention was hypnotic in its affect. i had to do as She commanded. i
opened my lips,
and began to take my first taste of cock.

=93Suck it -- that=92s right! lick the end, my dear. you=92re a =
cocksucker
now, michelle. MY
cocksucker. i=92ve turned you into a fag -- and now you=92re on your =
way to
becoming my
new shemale slut! Go on, cocksucker, make my husband cum!=94 i was mad
with desire
and was trying anything to make him cum deep inside my mouth. He did.

**********

Mistress Sandy allowed me to fuck Her daughter. Everything has been
taped, including
my cocksucking session with Her former sissy husband. On Monday, i will
be going on a
shopping trip WITH Mistress Sandy and Miss Becky. And, oh yeah! They
gave me my
first vitamins!



daddy forced her tongue into my mouth and began grinding her cock into =
my
stomach. It grew -- and while he played with my nipples my resistance
simply melted away. Mistress Sandy began telling us what to do.
"michelle, take your panties down so daddy can get a better look at your
pussy!", She said. i foundf myself lowering my panties and soon we were
in a 69 position each satisfying the other.

"daddy, it's time to show michelle what every girl needs to learn," said
Mistress. With that, i was led to the bed, my wrists were tied to the
corners with me laying on my stomach. daddy placed a pillow under me =
and
i felt my ass being lubricated. i knew what was happening, and i knew
also that i was powerless to stop it.

daddy was gentle, but the first entry hurt like hell. Soon he was
pounding away at my new pussy, while Mistress continued Her chant of =
what
a little cocksucking slut i had become. he came in my ass while i cried
in pain. "you'll never be a man again," said Mistress.

With the several hours over, Mistress Sandy gave me some pills to take
that night, reminded me to be at Her house at 8:00 sharp in the morning,
and sent me back to my Wife -- all made up and this time "skirted". She
kept my pants, filled out my bra with water filled condoms, put a sheer
blouse on me with a matching mini-skirt. i was still wearing my male
shoes so i made quite the sight.

As soon as i walked out the door, Mistress called my Wife and told Her i
needed help at the door. As soon as i was about to open the door,
(hoping my wife would be somewhere else in the house), it opened and my
Wife just stared at me opened mouthed. "Get the hell OUT of here", She
yelled at me, slamming the door. i pleaded with Her through the door to
let me in. She didn't. So i went back to Mistress's house -- but She
too would not open up for me. "Tomorrow morning at 8:00, dear", She
yelled.

i was in a mess with no place to sleep, no keys for any car since my
pants were still in my Mistress's house, and it was cold. "you can come
home with me," a voice said behind me. i turned to see daddy standing
there smiling at me. i had no choice. As i sat down in his car, my
skirt climbed up revealing a peek of my panties. "We're going to have
such fun," he said -- i've got so much to teach you."



my Wife asked me what was wrong. i guess i had been moping most of the
day because of what Miss Becky made me do with "daddy". Mistress Sandy
had forcefully feminized Her husband some time ago after he had stepped
out on their marriage. Through chemicals and psychological training She
had succcessful turned him into a shemale slut and then She threw him =
out
of the house. As a final gesture of humiliation, She had him retain the
name, "daddy". i met daddy last Friday -- intimately so. i got to =
taste
his cock and cum and he had a ball with mine. The only good thing about
our last meeting was that Mistress Sandy allowed me to fuck Her =
daughter.
While i was still in a dizzy state of mind, they fed me my first
vitamins and sent me on my way back to my wife next doof.

No wonder my Wife wonders if something's wrong. "i'm just preoccupied,
dear," i told Her. She tells me that She's worried and that it's a good
thing i've got my doctor appointment this week. O my God! i forgot!
How can i go to our lady doctor with my legs and body shaved, wearing
panties (since that is all i now owned), and my toenails painted. Now
i've got THAT to worry about.

********

Mistress Sandy called my house and asked my Wife if She could borrow me
for a few hours this afternoon (it's Sunday). my Wife was only too =
happy
to comply, thinking it would take whatever was bothering me off my mind.
"Sandy told me to make sure you wear the proper clothes, whatever that
means!", She yelled at me from across the house.

i meekly showed up at my Mistress's House in my dainties. "Open wide",
She said as i received my daily dosage of vitamins.

"Please, Mistress, You can't do this to me," i begged. "my Wife will
LEAVE me if i begin taking these pills. She's warned me about hormones.
This is going too far."

Mistress Sandy sneered at me. "you no longer HAVE a wife," She said.
"you belong only to Me now -- to me and my daughter. Besides, what =
would
a shemale slut like you want with a wife? you're going to have a body
that needs to belong to a real MAN! I hate to tell you this, michelle,
but until i divorce you, you belong to ME now."

i was trapped! If i told my wife what was happening now, She would =
leave
me. If i DIDN'T tell Her, i would still lose Her. i was being slowly
transformed by my next door neighbor and Her vixon of a daughter -- i =
had
already become a cocksucker, like they had promised -- and there was no
way to turn back the clock.

For the next hour Mistress Sandy worked in earnest to get me ready for
Monday's shopping trip. She spent a lot of time on my hair and face,
thinning my eyebrows to a most feminine line. my hair was cut and set
into a very unisex style -- and then She put some makeup on my face.
"You will have a hard time removing that", She said. "It's a permenant
type of makeup -- try to explain THAT to your former wife!"

i jumped up and got a towel to try and wipe it off, but it stayed put.
Some smeared a bit and, after i recovered from the several slaps She =
gave
me, She repaired the damage. "Let's see if my little sissy can put Her
new lips to good use," She said. "O daddy! Would you come in here?"

daddy came in, wearing only a sheer babydoll nightie with no panties.
her huge breasts, must have been 40 DD, bounced playfully as she came
into the room. her legs were lovely and so smooth. her face, while it
wasn't the most feminine, was not bad looking. "Do i get to play with
michelle somemore?", daddy asked.

daddy came to me and straddled my lap, while beginning to play with my
nipples. i don't know why they have to be the most sensitive part of =
me.
"Pretty soon you'll have big titties just like me," said daddy. "And
just like me, pretty soon you'll just love playing all the games that
your new Mistress will have you playing."

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i spent the night with daddy, Mistress Sandy’s ex-husband whom She turned
into a
shemale who must now live off the street. After femininzing me and
humiliating me
Mistress Sandy finally sent me home, but only after calling my wife to
make sure She
would be meeting me at the door. When my wife saw me fully made up
wearing a sheer
blouse and mini skirt, She threw me out. i begged Mistress to let me
back in, but She
refused. daddy, who had fucked my ass just a little while before was
only too happy to
take me to his house.

his apartment is in the seedy side of town where daddy gets his work. he
works the little
dirty bars and 25 cent peek shows to make a living. On good days he may
pull in $100,
but most of the time it’s less than $25.

Making sure that i took my vitamins before i went to bed, daddy told me
that i could
shack up with him for awhile and that he would be happy to show me the
ropes. Maybe if
the two of us worked together we our eek out a better living. Clothing
and lingerie, after
all, cost money. i cried myself to sleep on a smelly mattress sleeping
next to daddy. he
let me wear one of his prettier nighties.

**********

i called my wife to see if She would listen to some reasoning and let me
back home. She
told me that Mistress Sandy had brought Her some tapes to view -- tapes
of me
masturbating into my panties, of me screwing Miss Becky, and of me giving
a blow job to
daddy and then being fucked in the ass by daddy. She demanded a divorce
and hung up
the phone.

**********

Miss Becky knocked on daddy’s door and gave him a big hug. She came up
to me and,
giving me a big kiss, told me that i should look better than i did if i
wanted to go
shopping with Her and Mother. So She took me back to daddy’s closet and
selected a
little sundress for me to put on over my panties and bra. i wore a
garter and stockings,
and my feet were cramped into a pair of daddy’s high heels. Miss Becky
made up my
face in a real slutty fashion with bright red lipstick, dark mascara and
eye makeup. She
took my hand helping me to balance in my new shoes and shooed me out the
door.

We met Mistress at the mall where the first stop was to the beauty shop
to get a workover.
i had my legs waxed (did that hurt!), my hair colored and permed, new
nails put on, and
my face done up professionally (to look like a whore!). i next went to
get my ears triple
pierced -- and then we were off to get me my first female wardrobe. i
had to try
everything on at the store, including a bathing suit and exercise
leotards. Mistress spent
well over $500 on me, telling me that this was a gift for all the trouble
She got me into.

“I told you that i was going to turn you into my newest shemale slut,”
Mistress told me,
“and I have. Look at you! you look more female than male -- you’re on a
strict schedule
of female hormones -- you’ve become a cocksucker and you’ve taken it up
your ass --
you’ve been kicked out of your house by your wife who’s running to
divorce you -- and
you’re living with a shemale who pimps herself off the streets for a
living.”

“You MADE me that way,” i told Mistress. “If it wasn’t for Your daughter
seducing me
into making love with Her -- being u******e and all -- i wouldn’t be in
this mess.”

“u******e?”, piped Miss Becky. “You thought i was u******e? Mommy,
should we
invite the fag to my 20th birthday party next week? Maybe we could dress
him up nice
and pretty and make him be the maid for our party!”

i couldn’t believe what i had heard. i had been lurred and trapped by
two cunning and
beautiful women. “Why me?”, i asked them?

“Because you were so vulnerable,” Mistress Sandy replied. “When i found
out you wore
women’s clothing -- O yes!, I’ve seen you through the window of your home
as you
stared out wearing your wife’s lingerie! I decided that you would be one
of my finest
victims!”

“But what am i to do? What’s going to become of me?”, i asked.

“I told you that you would become a shemale, and that you will. Hormones
are only the
beginning. By year’s end you will have breast implants and augmentation
surgery to
make you unmistakeably female -- other than your cock, mind you. you
will live with
daddy for the next six months and he will teach you how to be a proper
slut. You will
learn to suck cock and worship cock until it becomes second nature to
you. i will make
you the perfect shemale whore -- and then when you are properly trained,
i will see you.”

“Sell me?”

“Yes, my dear! Unless you want to walk away from us right now!”

Where could i go? i had no place to live -- i was dressed like a slutty
whore with no other
clothing to wear. i had no money, and my self-confidence had been
completely shattered.
i looked in a mirror on the wall -- my tears were making my mascara run.
Miss Becky
came over, kissed my cheek and took my hand, and i followed Her to my new
life.

Why didn’t someone help me when i asked? It only took two weeks to turn
a man into a
whore.

Mistress Sandy’s ex-husband whom She turned
into a
shemale who must now live off the street. After femininzing me and
humiliating me
Mistress Sandy finally sent me home, but only after calling my wife to
make sure She
would be meeting me at the door. When my wife saw me fully made up
wearing a sheer
blouse and mini skirt, She threw me out. i begged Mistress to let me
back in, but She
refused. daddy, who had fucked my ass just a little while before was
only too happy to
take me to his house.

his apartment is in the seedy side of town where daddy gets his work. he
works the little
dirty bars and 25 cent peek shows to make a living. On good days he may
pull in $100,
but most of the time it’s less than $25.

Making sure that i took my vitamins before i went to bed, daddy told me
that i could
shack up with him for awhile and that he would be happy to show me the
ropes. Maybe if
the two of us worked together we our eek out a better living. Clothing
and lingerie, after
all, cost money. i cried myself to sleep on a smelly mattress sleeping
next to daddy. he
let me wear one of his prettier nighties.

**********

i called my wife to see if She would listen to some reasoning and let me
back home. She
told me that Mistress Sandy had brought Her some tapes to view -- tapes
of me
masturbating into my panties, of me screwing Miss Becky, and of me giving
a blow job to
daddy and then being fucked in the ass by daddy. She demanded a divorce
and hung up
the phone.

**********

Miss Becky knocked on daddy’s door and gave him a big hug. She came up
to me and,
giving me a big kiss, told me that i should look better than i did if i
wanted to go
shopping with Her and Mother. So She took me back to daddy’s closet and
selected a
little sundress for me to put on over my panties and bra. i wore a
garter and stockings,
and my feet were cramped into a pair of daddy’s high heels. Miss Becky
made up my
face in a real slutty fashion with bright red lipstick, dark mascara and
eye makeup. She
took my hand helping me to balance in my new shoes and shooed me out the
door.

We met Mistress at the mall where the first stop was to the beauty shop
to get a workover.
i had my legs waxed (did that hurt!), my hair colored and permed, new
nails put on, and
my face done up professionally (to look like a whore!). i next went to
get my ears triple
pierced -- and then we were off to get me my first female wardrobe. i
had to try
everything on at the store, including a bathing suit and exercise
leotards. Mistress spent
well over $500 on me, telling me that this was a gift for all the trouble
She got me into.

“I told you that i was going to turn you into my newest shemale slut,”
Mistress told me,
“and I have. Look at you! you look more female than male -- you’re on a
strict schedule
of female hormones -- you’ve become a cocksucker and you’ve taken it up
your ass --
you’ve been kicked out of your house by your wife who’s running to
divorce you -- and
you’re living with a shemale who pimps herself off the streets for a
living.”

“You MADE me that way,” i told Mistress. “If it wasn’t for Your daughter
seducing me
into making love with Her -- being u******e and all -- i wouldn’t be in
this mess.”

“u******e?”, piped Miss Becky. “You thought i was u******e? Mommy,
should we
invite the fag to my 20th birthday party next week? Maybe we could dress
him up nice
and pretty and make him be the maid for our party!”

i couldn’t believe what i had heard. i had been lurred and trapped by
two cunning and
beautiful women. “Why me?”, i asked them?

“Because you were so vulnerable,” Mistress Sandy replied. “When i found
out you wore
women’s clothing -- O yes!, I’ve seen you through the window of your home
as you
stared out wearing your wife’s lingerie! I decided that you would be one
of my finest
victims!”

“But what am i to do? What’s going to become of me?”, i asked.

“I told you that you would become a shemale, and that you will. Hormones
are only the
beginning. By year’s end you will have breast implants and augmentation
surgery to
make you unmistakeably female -- other than your cock, mind you. you
will live with
daddy for the next six months and he will teach you how to be a proper
slut. You will
learn to suck cock and worship cock until it becomes second nature to
you. i will make
you the perfect shemale whore -- and then when you are properly trained,
i will see you.”

“Sell me?”

“Yes, my dear! Unless you want to walk away from us right now!”

Where could i go? i had no place to live -- i was dressed like a slutty
whore with no other
clothing to wear. i had no money, and my self-confidence had been
completely shattered.
i looked in a mirror on the wall -- my tears were making my mascara run.
Miss Becky
came over, kissed my cheek and took my hand, and i followed Her to my new
life.

Why didn’t someone help me when i asked? It only took two weeks to turn
a man into a
whore.