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Hidden Truths
By Stephanie
I almost had to carry the guy across the road; he was so frozen with fear.
Richard kept looking back at the house we had just escaped from. "I've got to go
back," he whispered frantically at me.
"No, we don't." I insisted firmly and pulled him to the other side of the
road and behind some bushes.
At the house across the road a man appeared at the window we had climbed
out of and glared out. He was a big bull of a man, in his forties and running to
fat, but still strong.
"He can see us!" Richard wailed quietly.
"His eyesight isn't that good," I insisted, but I knew Richard wouldn't
believe me. And if Richard believed his father could see him, then his father
saw him. That was the way it worked here. You have to keep reminding yourself of
that all the time when you are in these places.
"Get back here, you fucking sissy!" Richard's father bellowed out of the
window.
"My car's back here," I told Richard and I pulled him into the garage of
the nearest house.
"Kyle!" Richard said in an even more panic-stricken voice. "Something's
wrong."
I looked at him and instantly noticed his clothes had changed. His jeans
and T-shirt were gone and in their place Richard was now dressed in a halter-top
and a tight leather skirt. It was also easy to see a bra under the halter-top.
As I watched, his lips darkened to a deep red and eyeshadow appeared. "Never
mind that now," I told him as I bundled him into the passenger seat.
The car Richard had imagined for me was a beat-up wreck, but I managed to
start it first time. I floored the gas and squealed into the street. The car
rang as something slammed into the side of it and Richard screamed. Looking over
at him I saw his father banging on the car window.
Richard cowered in fear, but I wasted no time in putting us both out of
reach of the man.
The city quickly petered out into a totally flat, desolate wasteland. I
drove across it for a few minutes until the city was far behind. Richard's fear
slowly receded as we put distance between him and his father.
Finally, I decided we had gone far enough and I stopped the car. I turned
to Richard. "We'll be okay now," I told him confidently.
He smiled hesitantly. "Thanks, I... ow!" His hand flew to his ears. I
leaned over and saw a shiny dot appear on the one ear I could see. Within
seconds it had grown into a dangly earring from his now pierced ear. Richard
tugged on them with a worried look on his face and then looked at the female
clothes he now had on. "What's happening to me?"
"That's why I'm here," I told him. "To find out what's going on and stop
it." I had hoped that the changes would stop when I got him away from his
father, but they were still continuing.
"Can you help? Do you know how this is happening?"
"I understand how this must all seem confusing to you, but I've done this
a lot and it won't be difficult to sort it out." I needed to calm him down so we
could get on with some meaningful work, but I knew it wasn't going to be easy.
His hair was starting to grow. Within seconds he had a mop of ringlets. Richard
didn't notice until they flopped down in front of his eyes.
"I'm turning into a sissy girl, aren't I?" he said quietly.
That gave me the final confirmation I needed, as if I needed any more. The
problems Richard was having came straight from his dad. "Tell me about your
childhood?" A corny question perhaps, but you'd be surprised how many problems
spring from our earliest years.
"W-what about it?" he replied nervously. "It was an ordinary one. Nothing
strange about it at all."
"That's not quite true, is it, Richard? You need to face what happened
then. Until you do, you can't move on."
"You mean about dad, don't you?" he said brushing a strand of his long
hair out of his eyes. "He was a bit harsh, I suppose. Unforgiving, but many
parents are like that. It doesn't give me an excuse to be what I am!"
"No one is looking for an excuse," I told him in an effort to calm him
down.
He stopped and looked down. "Oh no," he whispered, "it's happening again."
Two unmistakable lumps were forming under his halter-top. As we watched,
his breasts filled out to give him an impressive cleavage. Richard was close to
total panic now and I could understand his fear. Clothes were one thing, but
when his very body was being replaced by a female one then that was far worse.
Suddenly, he leaped into action. He pulled the car door open and lurched
outside. "I've got to get away! I've got to hide before he finds me again!"
"Richard, no! You're safer here with me!" I climbed out and went after
him. He hadn't managed to get very far as his shoes had grown six-inch heels at
some point. Also, his hips had got wider, giving him a very feminine figure, but
I wisely kept that observation to myself. I ran in front of him and gently
grabbed his hands. "You can't keep running away. We have to stick together and
face it!"
"No!" he shouted, almost in tears. "You have to get away while you can! If
he can do this to me, then just think of what he can do to you!"
He fought to break free, but I held on. Then suddenly the ground shifted
beneath my feet and I lost my balance. My hands slapped a tiled floor instead of
dirt and the sun went out. At the same instant a jukebox started playing and the
sound of men laughing appeared around me.
I climbed to my feet. I was in some sort of strip joint. In my line of
business you are used to abrupt changes like this and I was more worried by
Richard's absence. He had to be nearby, but I knew it might take me a while to
find him.
Someone slapped my ass and squeezed it. I spun round to see a man leering
at me in a rather odd way. "Come over here and I'll give you something to make
you happy, sweet thing."
He, like everything else, wasn't real. So I quelled my anger and moved on.
I hadn't realized it was that sort of strip joint. It didn't look like a gay
establishment. There were near naked waitresses and a buxom woman was dancing
round a pole as she slowly pulled off what little clothing she had left.
My heart thudded and I looked again. The face was different, far more
feminine than before, but I knew immediately that it was Richard.
With a cheer from the crowd, he pulled off his bra proudly displaying his
ample breasts to the leering men. Before I could react a strong arm looped
around my waist and I was pulled alongside a man. It was Richard's father! I
wanted to break free, but I couldn't quite find the will power. That's the risk
you run sometimes; the world becomes so real that it starts to directly affect
you.
"That's my girl!" Richard's father mocked. I could see the terror in
Richard's eyes, but he was unable to stop his dance. He rubbed his clearly
female crotch up and down the pole and then began to slowly, teasingly, pull off
his panties.
"She could have been as good as me," his father said to me, "but she
lacked the drive, the commitment. I knew early on that I had a sissy instead of
a son. Now at last she gets to be the woman she always wanted to be."
I tried to pull his arm off me, but his grip was like iron. "Who are you
anyway?" he continued. "I don't remember ever seeing you before." He laughed.
"Probably one of his sissy friends. You're just as bad as him."
This was getting bad. I had to get away and rescue Richard, but I was
beginning to believe that I was the one who needed rescuing. I felt my clothes
writhe and change. My pants retreated up my legs and changed into a very short,
very revealing flared skirt. I could tell I wasn't wearing anything underneath
it. My shirt melted away, leaving just a wispy, red bra, with disturbingly large
cups.
He turned to face me and pulled my body against his. I gasped as I felt
his erection pressing against me. It felt huge. Barely hidden under my skirt, I
felt my own penis stir and respond. My nipples grew erect and pressed into my
bra.
He grabbed my bare ass with one hand and my head with the other. They were
impossible to oppose and they held me in place as he kissed me. I tried to keep
my mouth closed, but a sudden desire washed over me. I still didn't want this to
happen, but I was unable to stop my body getting completely turned on.
My hands stopped trying to push us apart, but instead wrapped themselves
around his body and pulled him closer. I spread my legs and he pushed himself
between them. Our erections pulsed against each other. It was an indescribable
feeling. I wanted that man. I needed that man so much. All the time we were
kissing passionately.
Then I felt something pushing us slowly apart, but I knew instantly that
it was nothing I should feel grateful about. My chest was altering, growing, in
exactly the same way that Richard's had. I felt the straps of my revealing bra
go tight as my breasts finished expanding.
My nipples, already aroused, now felt like they were conducting lightning.
I would have cried out my pleasure if my lips weren't still locked with
Richard's father. I pulled his crotch to mine with my leg as I orgasmed. Even in
the throes of my climax I could tell something was wrong. I couldn't feel my
cock pumping out my seed. Instead, it felt more intense and spread over almost
my entire body.
I knew what it meant, I was totally female now. Richard's father seemed to
be aware of this as well. He reached down and unzipped himself. As he was
concentrating on easing his engorged penis out of his pants I looked around for
help. All the other men in the bar were crowded around Richard. I could barely
see him, but he seemed to be giving blowjobs to anyone who wanted one. I was
going to get no help there.
Suddenly, Richard's father picked me up and dumped me backwards onto a
table. Before I could react he was on top of me. Looking down I could see his
large, straining erection. He leered at me as I gasped. He was going to stick
that in me!
He dropped a hand between my legs and I bucked as I felt my new anatomy
penetrated for the first time. Despite myself, I found the questing fingers
turning me on even more and I thrusted my pelvis against his touch. "Good," he
said, "tight and wet. Just the way I like it."
He held my legs apart and guided himself into me. I threw my head back and
almost screamed my pleasure. Liquid fire rippled over me as I felt his hard,
urgent flesh press deep into me. Then he was fully in me and I reveled in the
sensation of penetration. This was utterly different from all the times I'd made
love as a man, and infinitely better. Every part of me was sensitized; the feel
of the cold table under me and the rough, urgent hands pawing at my buxom flesh
just served to turn me on more.
Then he started to slowly pull out of me and the feeling made me shudder
it was so good. Just as I was starting to fear he was pulling out completely he
slammed his hot length back in. This one thrust was enough to send me over the
edge again and I lost all control of my muscles as another titanic orgasm rolled
over me.
But he was far from finished with me. It was all I could do to hold on to
his strong muscular body as he pounded into me. I had been a man up until just
moments before, but I had already become a sexy young woman who simply couldn't
get enough cock. Even now, when I think back to it, I still get very turned on.
I suspect it's one of those things that will stay with me the rest of my life.
His hands dug cruelly into my flesh, but I was long past caring. I wanted
him to use and abuse me. Between the inarticulate moans and cries, I was begging
him to fill me up. I gazed in love at the man who was bringing me to such
heights of ecstasy. He was reaching his own orgasm and he thrusted faster and
faster. Then he was straining and I could feel his cock twitching inside of me
as he flooded me with his sperm. The thought of his seed within me sent me over
the edge again and we clutched each other as we each rode our climaxes.
I have no idea how long we lay there locked together. I can just remember
breathing his heady masculine scent and thinking how heavy he was. Finally, I
heard him snoring lightly and I laughed quietly. Typical man, I thought. The
room had grown quieter and as I looked around I could see it was nearly empty.
Apart from myself and Richard's father, there were just four other people;
Richard, and the three naked men filling his every orifice.
He was sandwiched between two muscular men and was greedily sucking off a
third. His eyes found mine and he looked at me in horror despite the enthusiasm
his body was showing for the attention. I remembered my job and I gently rolled
Richard's father off of me. I could feel his cum running out of my still-
throbbing pussy. I was going to need a long vacation when this was all over.
I wrapped my arm around the neck of the man on top of Richard and pulled
him backwards. He didn't resist and his sizeable cock pulled out of Richard's
ass as I threw him backward. He immediately became translucent and had vanished
before he hit the floor. I dispatched the other two just as quickly and then
pulled Richard to his feet. His cute, feminine face looked shell-shocked. I
couldn't say I blamed him.
Richard didn't resist as I pulled him to the door of the club and through
it. We were back on the featureless plain. I looked behind me, but the strip
club had already vanished.
"He was right," Richard whispered. "I really am a cock-sucking sissy."
"Don't think like that," I said, trying to reassure him. "Look, we'll be
out of here soon and then everything will return to normal."
He looked at me. "Will it? We've already become girls. Now we've been
fucking men. My God, we didn't use any protection! We're probably already
pregnant!"
"No, Richard. That's not how it works!" But it was too late. I could
already feel my belly starting to swell. I looked down and watched in horror as
my midriff expanded. It was as if a balloon was being inflated, it happened so
quickly. My already prodigious breasts also expanded straining my bra to
breaking point. I held one of my heavy mammeries in my hand and I was rewarded
by a warm damp sensation as milk leaked out.
I looked up in fury at Richard, why couldn't he get this under control?
Didn't he understand what he was doing? My anger melted away as I looked at him;
holding his own belly, swollen by pregnancy, in absolute fear. I was the one who
was supposed to provide control; Richard didn't have a chance in here.
Richard looked at his own pregnancy and then mine in a state of shock.
"Look at us! We're about to become mothers, any minute if the size of us is
anything to go by."
"No, Richard! We are not!" I almost shouted at him. "Look at me!
Concentrate on me!" Hesitantly he did as he was told. "Good. We're going on a
journey through time as well as space. Take us back to the time when you were
five."
Out of the corners of my eyes I saw the world shimmer, but I didn't stop
looking at Richard until I heard the sounds of children playing. We were
standing in a house, at the door to the yard. In the yard were at least ten
children having a party. "This is your fifth birthday party isn't it?" I asked
Richard.
He nodded before whispering, "What if they see us? We're naked!"
"Don't worry," I told him, "this is just a projection of times past. We're
not really here, so they can't see us." I hoped that this time he believed me. I
didn't want to have to deal with a party being gatecrashed by two nearly-naked,
heavily pregnant women.
Two five-year-olds rushed past us and into the house. It was young Richard
being pursued by a laughing girl. "This is where it happened?" I asked the older
Richard.
He nodded, too embarrassed to look at me.
"Okay then, lets go see it."
Richard looked ashamed. "I don't want to."
"I know you don't, but we have to get past this to proceed." I held out my
hand. "It'll be alright."
Hesitantly, Richard took my hand and we climbed slowly up the stairs. I
could hear the two children behind one of the doors. I opened it and led Richard
inside.
It was obviously the parents' bedroom. The two children were huddled
around the dressing table. The girl was busy pulling on the younger Richard's
shorts and T-shirt, while the boy was struggling to do up the dress he was
wearing. My back was beginning to hurt from the extra weight I was carrying and
I sank gratefully onto the bed.
"Right," the little girl announced, "now the make-up." She picked up a
lipstick at random and started to apply it thickly to the younger Richard's
face, managing to get most of it on his lips.
Just at that moment there were footsteps on the stairs and a voice called,
"Richard?"
That voice sent ice down my spine. Richard's father. I steeled myself for
the coming confrontation.
The two children looked at themselves in horror and tried to swap clothes
before they were discovered. They didn't have a chance and the door opened
before Richard could even get the dress off.
Richard father's jaw dropped a little. The older Richard beside me on the
bed closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. His father was a little lost for
words. Then he chuckled. "What have you two imps been up to? Both of you put
your own clothes on again," he told them gently. The two kids complied as
quickly as possible.
Then his father took the younger Richard to the bathroom and cleaned off
the lipstick. I was confused; this wasn't what I had been expecting at all.
Richard had told me that his father had thrashed him to within an inch of his
life and had hated him from that day forward.
"Now," Richard's father asked with a smile, "who wants some cake?"
Both the kids jumped up and down shouting, "Me!" Richard's father led them
downstairs and back out into the yard.
"He didn't beat you?" I asked and immediately jumped at the masculine tone
in my voice. I looked down and saw that I was once again fully male.
"No," Richard said in a surprised voice as his own pregnancy melted away
and he turned male, "it was no big thing to him. He mentioned it to Mom and that
was that. No beatings, no stern warnings, nothing. He treated it as if it wasn't
important."
The sunlight streaming in through the window clicked off and the walls
quietly melted into nothing. I opened my eyes and we were back in my office.
Richard opened his and seemed relieved to be back on the couch where he
had started from. "I remember it all now..."
I nodded; it was all clicking into place. "You grew up and your cross-
dressing urges grew with you."
"Yes, I tried to keep it secret from them, but I think they knew. If he
had beaten me then I wouldn't have ended up like this."
"That's not true," I told him gently, "you can't thrash out a part of you
like that. But that's why you created the memories of those beatings. You were
trying to remake your father to the way you think he should have been. So that
he'd punish you for your transvestite tendencies."
"I've a lot to think about," Richard said as he sat up. "Can we stop for
now?"
"Of course," I replied, "we've made fantastic progress today. I think in
time you'll find yourself less stressed and worried about your
"And my cross-dressing? Will that stop?"
"I have no idea. The important thing, I think, is to stop feeling so
guilty about it. My job is to help you feel happier about life. I don't see how
stopping you dressing up will do that."
I walked Richard to the foyer and said goodbye to him. My colleague,
Jennifer, was waiting as I walked back to my office. "You look exhausted." she
remarked.
I smiled, "I am, and if you'll excuse me I need to have a lie down."
"Sure thing. I know what's it like to overtax the psychic circuits of my
brain. Just make sure you're ready for dinner at eight, okay?"
I watched her walk away. She had this dress on that showed every curve off
to perfection. I wondered what it felt like to wear a dress like that. To feel
the silky fabric rubbing against my smooth skin. I shook that thought off and
smiled. Sometimes when you've finished a telepathic counseling session you can
find parts of your patients rubbing off on you. We're trained with how to deal
with it of course.
I closed the office door and sank onto the couch. What would it be like,
though, to be a woman permanently? To have breasts and a pussy and all the rest.
To have to go through life as the 'fairer' sex? And was sex really that good on
the other side?
I smiled. Richard psyche had rubbed off on mine, waking some latent
desires of my own. There is a mental exercise all psi-capable psychiatrists are
taught that we can use to diminish these foreign influences.
I composed myself and started to set the exercise up in my mind. Then I
stopped and laughed quietly. Why do it now? There was no hurry.
Richard had been the last appointment of the day and I headed into the
city center to find a lingerie shop.
Well, as I told Richard, there's no harm in it; except perhaps to my
wallet.
The End
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