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Victoria has her Secret (she used to be Victor), and so does Mindy.
Many know what is really going on at Fictionmania, yet come back
repeatedly. Thus, for the first time, a detailed expose by a victim;
and a warning: "Don't do what I did!"
(With "apologies" to Mindy, Jennifer Lorissa-Leigh, Jodi Anderson,
Jackie, RH Music, Edith Bellamy, Ellie Dauber, and Pamela for any
untruths and for mentioning their stories: acknowledgements are at the
end of this story. I apologize to anyone I was not able to reach for
permission to mention his or her story.
"Thanks" a lot--hah!--for helping make me who I am today...!?&%$!#!)
Fictionmania's Secret
By Gregri
Dear Reader;
I know. You will probably think this whole thing is funny. That's
why you read these stories, visit this accursed site. But if you are
reading this story, then perhaps you have a chance. It's time somebody
blew the whistle. Many have discussed this problem, in stories and in
newsgroups. But no one has ever outlined the exact steps they were
forced to take to actually change.
Yet the proof of the vast deception, the conspiracy, persists; over a
Thousand case histories in the "Random Image" section alone--NO! Don't
go there! It's too dangerous!--point to the grave dangers of this site.
You may be one of the lucky ones. You may have visited this site
numerous...more than numerous--an unbelievable number of--times, and
still have been spared. Be forewarned: the confidence that can set in
after such a run may inevitably become your worst enemy. You become
more complacent the more you surf; then, when you least expect
it...well, to quote the Beatles, "Ob-la-di, ob-la-dah, life goes on,
BRA..." And remember the fate of the hero of the song: "Desmond stays
at home and does his pretty face..."
(Lyrics Copyright 1968 Northern Songs Ltd.)
All I can say is, the Fab Four were prescient.
***
In order to make certain this never happens to anyone again, I have
outlined the exact steps I took which trapped me in the form I have now.
But that is not enough. I must also write down the Ultimate Secret: the
general steps Mindy uses to transform visitors who are unlucky enough to
follow them. For even though you follow my steps to the letter, you may
not be changed--you must understand the pattern, which is essentially
the same for everyone. If you follow that pattern, substituting those
stories and images along the way which have the greatest effect on you
personally, you will have a greater chance of being transformed...
NO! Don't actually DO it!
...Oh Lord, I guess I can't stop you! Very well then, email me when
you're "done" and we'll go shopping or something--you will probably need
to get a whole new wardrobe anyway--and a guide through it all. Into
the realm of satins and silks; where dreams float through the aether on
the lacy wings of garments evanescent enough to support them in
appropriate style...
...God, I sound like one of the ex-Victor's "Secret Angels": a damned
advertisement for the delicate feelings of a woman dressed in a manner
befitting her inner emotions, wearing clothing which allows her body to
express those feelings in innumerable subtle ways. The concordance of
slender arm ending in tapering fingers, draped over a similarly
proportioned smooth leg; arms held up over the chest gently shielding
yet supporting the bosom; a supine pose, arms thrown back
over shoulders, legs bent slightly upwards from the hips, vulnerable
yet enchanting. A dancer's freedom in wearing delicate unmentionables
that allow her lithe body positions unimaginable by a heavy masculine
frame; poses appropriate for the expressions of intimate feelings not
fathomable by a brain attached to such a lumbering form...
Ahem. Another one of Mindy's "gifts": the curse of writing overly
Colorful romantic prose. Where do you think all these Fictionmania
writers come from? She and this wretched site will do anything to compel
boys to become girls, then compel those girls to become authors. In how
many of these stories will you find such drivel--the rantings of
transformed guys like me enchanted into such a feminine state that we
rhapsodize endlessly about it?
She is that most dangerous of mercenaries: one who kills through
beauty.
I leave the preceding description, and other involuntarily rhapsodic
Descriptions which follow it as the most convincing warning against
entering into my present state.
***
On to the Ultimate Secret: the Outline of Despair.
This site has been designed along the lines of the Inferno's "Circles
Of Hell" (though, to save space, she has included only Seven Circles).
Each circle is gleefully represented on the title page as either a link
or graphic. Even the sheer whiteness of the page surface is initially
disarming. This is not a pure place, however. And, unwillingly, I must
become your guide through this nightmare:
the Virgil--or Virgilia--to your Dante. However, rather than
dreaming of Beatrice as did Dante during his travels through the cursed
realms, there is a good chance you will BECOME Beatrice after the tour I
am about to take you through.
I, for one, am right down here at the Last Circle! Old Hop,
Beelzebub,Lucifer himself--herself?--may as well be sitting right here,
laughing at me! I might as well be in--its--mouth, being chewed up by
those unspeakable incisors.
God knows, during my periods--that's right, don't you forget:
PERIODS!-- my tummy FEELS as though he/she is munching away at me!
You don't believe me? Peruse the "Inferno", then look at my outline!
No, not THAT outline; unfortunately gentlemen can't keep their eyes off
that! And I like it; it makes me feel delightfully delicate and lovely,
so different from the way I was before. And flirting back--it's so much
more wonderfully refined an activity than flirting is for a guy. It
involves the emotions as well as the body, deeply: it's not merely a
physical thing the way it often seemed when I was male. When I do it
now I feel connected suddenly to both the past and the future; it is as
if, in a single flutter of my eyelashes, a single toss of my head and my
glossy mane, the deep possibility inherent in such a small gesture--the
choosing of a mate--is presented to me in full all at once.
Like it? Ooooh, I love it...
...Oh damn! Back on track here. Look at the outline BELOW that I am
about to present to you...
***
First Circle of Hell:
Changing Random Images
I am about to state the most important, most imperative warning of this
entire discourse: do NOT look at the changing random images on the title
page of this site! This is the first stage; the initial hypnosis.
NOTE: once you have been hypnotized by these images it will be very
difficult to resist proceeding to the rest of the site. You HAVE been
warned! I must admit that some individuals are almost if not entirely
impervious to the effect of those constantly, hypnotically changing
images which themselves ironically represent the desperate cries of more
than a thousand lost souls, souls most likely first hypnotized by those
very images!
However, if you read ahead in this document to the nightmares I
Endured subsequent to my initial brainwashing, and the ongoing nightmare
I endure everyday, you may decide to heed my warnings.
In any case, I quickly fell victim to the deception. I laughed as I
Continually reloaded the page, changing the images. I giggled
comfortably at what I thought were the funny captions to almost cartoon-
like images; then, catching myself mid-giggle, I abruptly turned the
sound into an appropriate belly laugh, clearly emphasizing my baritone.
Or was it a tenor now?
***
Second Circle:
Hyperboard/Messages
Yah, friendly chat indeed. I'll tell you what happened to me when I
asked a simple question. All I wanted to know was: how come so many
guys would want to play sissy and become women?
Numerous respondents landed me on solidly; between them, they managed
To call me every name in the book. Flamed? Hell, I was torched!
I was really hurt by the responses. Although I had not cried in
decades,suddenly the tears flowed like sweet wine. That's how it seemed
to me, suddenly. I was crying, and wanting to cry more tears, soft
tears; many more. After a few hours I felt cleansed and refreshed in a
way I had never had before. And that was wrong. I'm a guy. I'm
supposed to be all tied up in knots, physically and emotionally. It's
just a guy thing, you know. This relaxed mode scared me. I felt
suddenly vulnerable. I went back and put in an apology--an actual
apology!--for the insensitive nature of my query, then rephrased it in a
new posting:
"What is the nature of the temptation in the male which can translate
the sexual desire for women into a desire to become a woman?"
I looked at my new query after I automatically posted it. God, what
a prissy little question. I was immediately embarrassed; but soon,
after shedding a few more gentle tears, felt good again about posting
it. It was entirely reasonable, and attempted to draw the feelings out
of the respondent rather than assault them.
That though made me embarrassed again. I had to stop the sensitivity
crap. Right now, before I teared up again.
This damn site was working its terrible, inevitable magic on me.
***
Third Circle:
The Search Functions
In spite of the warnings and urgings of my body and my very soul
Against continuing at this site, what did I do? I went on to the search
engines!
"Include/Exclude". Using this search was my first mistake, and I paid
for it dearly down in the fourth circle, as you shall see. "Exact Multi
Search". Yes, this will give you "exactly" what you wish for. However,
you would be well advised here to heed the phrase that should be the
motto of the SRU Wizard:
"Be careful what you wish for. It might come true."
I believe the Wizard himself controls these links. I have only tried
"Include/Exclude" and "Exact Multi-Search"; I shudder to think what
might have happened had I tried any of the others. At least I am
exactly a woman, complete and human. I anticipate that "And/Or", and
even more the "Super" searches should produce some interesting side
effects. Interesting to an observer; nightmarish for the user. I
shall leave any results to your fevered imagination at this point...
GOD! You're going to try them...!
All I can say is: if you know the Wizard, you know what you're in for.
So what happened to me in the search functions? I shall tell you below,
in the next circle.
***
Fourth Circle:
View Random Title Images
Yes, these are the cries of the damned! Yet, like lepers, they can
only infect. And this place, this seductive and addictive place of
images, is where the biggest changes can take place. My second emphatic
warning: if you HAVE to keep visiting this site, DO NOT come here! I
invite you to read ahead...
It was a dark and stormy night. The storm outside though was nothing
compared to what was happening to me inside my house. Here's an
approximate recollection; as much step-by-step as I can remember. Go
ahead, try to reproduce it! You may get your "wish"...
There I was at the Random Images page, doing this...
...Har har ho ho hardy-har--Show Images 349 to 360--hardy-har-har--
Show Images 745 to 756--ho ho hee har hee-hee--Show Images 337 to 348--
ho hee hoo hee-hee hee-hee ho-hee--Show Images 901 to 912--hee-hee tee-
hee--HAR! Har! Hardy-har?---Show Images 877 to 888--Har har ho hee tee-
hee hee-hee--Show Images 757 to 768--hee hee Har! har-ho-hee ho hee-hee
tee-hee---Show Images 853 to 864---tee-hee hee-hee giggle Hee! hee! Tee-
hee!--Show Images 889 to 900...giggle giggle (jiggle) tee-hee tee-hee
(jiggle)--Show Images 397 to 408--giggle(jiggle) giggle giggle (wiggle)
giggle--Show Images 745 to 756--(jiggle) giggle(wiggle) giggle (jiggle)
(wiggle) giggle--Show Images 925 to 936--giggle giggly giggly (jiggly)--
Show Images 265 to 276--giggly (jiggly) (wiggly)...
I had to take a break. Sighing to release the rest of the mirth from
my body, I noticed a strange quality to the sound of the air escaping my
lungs. Rather than the satisfying "Urnnnnhh" I usually produced--
satisfying in that it set up a nice low vibrating resonance in my chest
and throughout my body, a comforting reminder of my masculinity--I heard
and felt this: "Oooaahheeee", ending in something like a squeak. Well,
it wasn't so much the sound as the different resonance which I felt that
mystified me. First, there was no satisfying low vibration. Instead,
I felt a high vibration, largely in my head and larynx. The fact
that my body still felt this head voice was what really alarmed me. It
was as if my entire body was suddenly much more physically sensitive.
This caused me to look down.
I was naked. I had breasts. A wineglass waist. Wide, soft hips.
Lovely, shapely gams. My male equipment, intact.
I was a freak.
Terrified as I was, looking at myself this way inspired an ironic
thought: "Penis Envy"? Most of the emphasis of this site seems to be on
male to female transformations; and I must say that the only part of
"me" left on my body looked mighty ugly nestling in the midst of all
that soft stuff. How could a girl want a thing like that on her lovely
body? All of these notions seemed to add up to "Vagina Envy" being the
bigger problem.
Yet I had other worries at this point. Put simply, how could I wear a
dress now, with that thing poking out in front? Organza is a delicate
fabric, and will show off even minor bulges...
...WHOA! I just lost most of my male body, and that was the first
worry which came to me...?!
Reason returned. It must have been the "Include/Exclude" search
function, back in the Third Circle! I had selected "Magical
Transformations" but had not pressed the "Include Castration" button! I
had to go back. This time I carefully selected only "Exact Multi
Search: Female to Male Transformations". Of course, I ended up in my
male body with a vagina, since the "Exact Multi Search: Female to Male
Transformations" only does exactly what it is told to do. Since I had
been a female with male genitalia...
Sighing, I hit the "back" button on my browser to get back to the
search and untangle this mess. I didn't realize that the Wizard now
controlled my browser buttons as well. I was back in "she-male" form
again!
At this point I almost gave up. I had heard enough about SRU stories to
know it was not wise to continue.
But I could not stay like this.
I made my final choice, THIS time in "Exact Multi Search: Magical
Transformations". It was the only safe option left. Since nothing
specific is stipulated here, I felt it should at LEAST change
EVERYTHING.
After I pressed the button, nothing happened. At least not right away.
I had to go deeper into Hell before the other shoe dropped. You will
see for yourself the results in the Sixth Circle below.
Oh well, I sighed, might as well see the damages. I took a good look
down at myself. Noting that when I stretched or flexed a limb I had
much more movement than I did as a man, I began to try to move my body.
Wow. I felt as flexible as a ballerina. The elasticity of my limbs was
completely unprecedented. I was...and still am--able to execute
miraculous feats of contortion. However, getting carried away at the
time, I leapt up and came down for a split on the floor.
I had forgotten something. I was not fully a woman.
Pain.
As I recovered from the ache in my exposed genitalia I kept
experimenting with the expanded range of motions my new body permitted.
I marveled at the ability I now had to pull my leg up alongside my
figure until, holding on to my sylphlike ankle, my pointed toes were
almost at the level of my head.
All this facilitated by my now dreamy, sweet body...
...There it is again. I can't stop these wretched rhapsodies.
***
Fifth Circle:
The Stories
Some are more dangerous than others! For me I think the most dangerous
one was "Sheena" by Jennifer Lorissa-Leigh. What a hypnotizer! NO,
don't read it! Are you insane? You must be self-destructive. Should I
even bother talking to you? Do you want to end up a "sex kitten" like
me? Seductive elliptical eyes; long satiny gams; bee-stung lips that
call to all things male. ALL things. Mmmmmmm. I never tire of examining
this body and feeling my new form all about me. Such wondrous physical
sensations and revelations only the Gods and other women are privy to:
the male body is such a "jeep"--quoth Elaine Benis, late of Seinfeld--
in comparison. This body is pure poetry.
...NO!...
I'm getting mad now. You want these things? You want to like them;
no, love them? Go ahead, follow my steps! I've warned you enough!
In any case, some stories are very dangerous! I list only a few, though
they are more than enough. There are doubtless ones even more harmful
than these.
How about "Fifth Ave. Transit" by Pamela? After reading this, do NOT go
up Fifth Avenue in one beeline from Herald Square to the Plaza Hotel--
take a side street somewhere--or you will be taking another kind of side
street, I can assure you.
As long as you're at it, why not try "Girl For A Spell" by Ellie
Dauber. Yah, go ahead! It's a story with a one-way entrance and a one-
way exit--when you exit, you will not be the way you were when you
entered.
I won't even touch The Bates saga. Might as well go to the Bates
Motel, for all THAT is worth. Other shorter stories, while seemingly
innocuous, are provided for the sole purpose of furthering the hypnosis,
and can only lead, like pot, to the hard stuff! Go ahead, try "If It's
Skirts that You Like'" by Jackie, and see if you can resist the urge
afterwards to polish your nails! Or worse! Just thinking about it
elicits dreams of burgundies, rouges, pinks, violets, purples, and
umbers burnt and raw: a veritable riot of feminine colors unavailable to
men. These wondrous colors will be put on as lipstick now to match my
eyelids, toes and nails...
Worse, the wonderful clothes! An unbelievable cornucopia of designs to
go with every conceivable color under the rainbow; and once the physical
enchantment is complete, the notion of going back to the monochromatic,
design-challenged world of the male is utterly unthinkable! Even if it
were possible--which it is not...to become a man again--the final
indignity which this site lays on its victims...the enchantment of the
clothes themselves would preclude any return!
Oh, and one other thought: that useless appendage at my middle certainly
did get in the way of all those lovely clothes now...
...Oh well, I'll leave this obviously unavoidable rhapsody alone.
***
Sixth Circle:
Stories with Images (SWI)
This is as bad as the stories, only worse. Don't believe it? Then just
try "My My Are You In Trouble Now" by Jodie Anderson which,
coincidentally, keeps coming up first in the SWI list! If you are not
seduced and hypnotized by this story, just try the accompanying
pictures! You will want to be tied up in similar silks, and you might
as well read "Attacked by Silk Gloves" by R.H. Music at that point,
because by then you will be lost! That story might as well have images,
it's so vivid...
You like that story, do you? Like away...! Just wait 'til those panties
are crawling up your legs, bound and determined to cover your crotch--
will you be thrilled then?
I know I was. It was the final stage of my transformation, and at last
I was to be rid of the offensive ungainly thing dangling obscenely from
my womanly middle; from my otherwise feminine form. Finally, all my
parts would be in harmony. I would be complete! I lay back as the
delightfully soft garment sashayed up my satiny legs, caressing first my
ankles, then my knees and at last my thighs! Oh, how the anticipation,
excitement built at that point! The feelings I was having were akin to
what would later become my feelings as some strong masculine presence
overpowered me with gentleness. A wave of submissive longing preceded
the panties, making me unable and unwilling to stop their progress;
welcoming and even encouraging not only their satiny soft caress against
my middle, but especially the extensive tingling and warmth which came
just before their final transformation of me. The feelings increased as
the transformation came to it's logical conclusion, and, as a flourish
at the end, I was caused to have my first female orgasm. Wow!
Well, I immediately cinched the transformation by reading "What
Gilbert Got for Christmas" by Edith Bellamy--another image-laden story--
joyfully ripping the magical choker I was wearing off while reading
away, becoming my new self permanently!
Of course I put on another choker right away. A girl can feel so naked
without the right jewelry...
All of this was naturally the outcome of using "Magical
Transformations" in the "Exact Multi Search". I did not know at the
time it was only "to female"...being an exact search, of course. I
probably should have used...I don't know anymore...beware the Wizard!!
I had totally lost control of myself at this point. The anticipation
which followed! The desire to experience my new equipment in action--
heightened by the emotions connected to the new physical attributes--
became as deep a desire as the longing for the panties to cover me and
change me had been, and--indignity of indignities!--I was actually
forced out on the street and into some wretched club in search of
satisfaction! Since that first somewhat tawdry affair my hormones have
subsided somewhat, and I now have the reasonable and proper drives
befitting a young woman--the ONLY favor that Mindy has rendered me in
all this--but on that first night...
...Agh!...No comment...
***
Seventh Circle:
Today
So here I am finally, writing this. I sit here, wearing a pretty
pink skirt...I still can't believe I think it's "pretty"--legs folded
modestly under my luscious--damn adjectives! Another curse--derriere,
trying, attempting, to type this with slender fingers topped by inch
long rouged nails, and makkin so many typoes (I gieve upp!) that I
promise myself time and again to trim them. But I'm not able to!
It occurs to me still that some readers of this account may actually
WANT to try and reproduce my steps. That kind of insanity I cannot even
begin to fathom. You will just adore having periods! Though I must say,
I have not had one for several months now--but that is NO relief, if you
know what I mean!
Think some more: do you want large hairy men staring at you, wanting to
make love to you, making love to you? And all you are able to do is
melt in their arms, a helpless and willing woman? And afterwards, in
protected sleep, the dreams of a nymph pursued by satyrs will haunt you;
first caught, then ravished in glorious unstoppable and unending...
...STOP!...
Then in the morning to wake, slightly damp and sticky in various places
but ever so warm, in the arms of the dear hirsute one; yourself a beauty
where once you were the beast. A fragile lily ensconced and protected
from harshness...
...I give up...
So I may now more convincingly ask: DO you WANT this!? If this last
Description of mine doesn't scare you off, nothing will!
Some of you are just such gluttons for punishment...
Speaking of the "punisher" herself, I still can't believe some of the
Hypnotic techniques used in the stories on this site! Even I have been
hypnotized into writing these kind of stories; and I actually authored
the following garbage, so representative of the type of hellish things
that go on here:
...After the nightmare, Jim's hand slid to his crotch in a panic.
Thank God, its still there! I haven't changed! What a nightmare! he
thought as he caressed his pussy...
That's what I mean by hypnosis, my friends.
***
I know. I have probably defeated my own purpose. Reviewing this
document, I can see that it is as much purple prose as relevant warning.
However, I shall risk keeping the former. Read between the lines, and
you shall find a most unhappy girl! And I promise you, if you keep up
your visits, you shall become a most depressed or--at least--most
thoughtful woman. As am I.
Your humble hostess,
Gregri
***
"Fictionmania's Secret" Copyright 2000 by Gregri. All Rights
Reserved. This story may be posted to any free site. Please contact me if
posting.
Thanks.
Gregri
[email protected]
***
Acknowledgements:
"Girl For A Spell" Copyright 2000 by Ellie Dauber.
"Fifth Ave. Transit" Copyright 2000 by Pamela.
"Attacked by Silk Gloves" Copyright 2000 by R.H. Music.
"What Gilbert Got for Christmas" Copyright 2000 by Edith Bellamy.
"If It's Skirts that You Like" Copyright 2000 by Jackie.
"My My Are You In Trouble Now" Copyright 2000 by Jodi Anderson.
"Sheena" Copyright 1998 by Jennifer Lorissa-Leigh.
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