My First Time in an Adult Book Store
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The Book Store
By Matthew Phillips
Part I: The Awakening
I awoke on hard gray cement steps. It only took me a few moments to
realize, however, that I had no idea where I was. The sky was something
like I had never seen before, appearing to be a mix between fog and that
thick smoke you see coming from the stacks of power plants. I checked
over my body to make sure that it was still in one piece. Everything
looked fine; the only thing out of place was the strange watch that I
found, now attached to my right wrist. At least I thought it was a
watch when I first glanced at it, but the more I looked, the more I knew
it was not. There was no time display on the strange device, and it was
quite large compared to most watches I have seen in my day.
Being curious, I got up and started walking around. Besides the steps,
around me were lush rolling mounds of the greenest grass I have ever
seen. Behind me were buildings of normal size, which at first glance
seemed abandoned, so I decided to continue walking on the grass instead
of searching them. After walking forward for a bit I came to a stop,
not because I was tired but because there was no more grass. I was
standing on a large wall that reached almost twenty-five feet in the
air. Since going forward was no longer an option, I turned to my right
and walked in that direction. After a good half mile, I found another
drop in the ground; however, this one was not as severe. Yet instead
of grass on the bottom, I saw pavement that led to what appeared to be
the center of a town. I lowered myself as far I could, and then leapt
from the grass wall.
I walked toward the buildings this time, and to my surprise, I came upon
a group of guards in red and black uniforms marching back and forth.
"HALT!" exclaimed one them, "Where do your travels end?"
"You want to know where I'm going?" I replied, not fully understanding
the question.
"HALT!" he yelled again. "Where do your travels end?"
I thought for a moment, and then explained to him that I was lost and
would appreciate any services or directions that he could provide.
After hearing my answer, he immediately looked at my arm and saw the
watch that was attached to it. "You have violated section 188 of the
Nubian law, and will be returned to your owner as soon as possible. Do
you understand your faults?"
Yet before I could think to respond, he had metal cuffs around my arms
and legs that attached to a chain he began pulling toward the center of
town.
Once there, the large man approached me again and without saying a word,
took my wrist and started to play with the watch type device. He
instructed me to place my thumb on the screen of the apparatus. Not
wanting to upset him more than I might have already, I touched the
screen. It began to blink and a map appeared, along with an address of
some sort that must have explained where I belonged.
I do not believe that it was until this point that the word "master"
entered my mind. I truly wanted to know where I was, and I had a bad
feeling that it was not on the planet Earth any more. Then I began
thinking some more. 'Why oh why, if I did have a master of some sort,
would I be laying on the ground in the middle of nowhere unless I was
trying to escape..."
Part II: Home Sweet Home
We stopped in front of a small building off one of the side streets.
The guard pushed me through the door without any sympathy.
"There you are; we have been so worried about you, Matt!" a voice
called out from behind the counter.
I looked around the room, and immediately realized that I was standing
in a bookstore. There were shelves holding thousands of books. Looking
around, I saw in the front a register, and in the back a door that I
figured led to storage space. Just as the middle-aged lady from behind
the counter appeared, the guard disappeared, leaving me in a very
awkward position. "Do you remember me, Matt?" she asked.
"No; where am I, and how did I get here?"
"All in time, my pet," she responded calmly. "But for now you must get
back to work and join the others again. Because you don't remember ever
being here before, there is no logic in punishing you; however, you must
remember that it is a dangerous world out there, and the only way to
survive is to stay here."
With that, she walked to the nearest shelf and grabbed a large black
book that read Home for Good on the cover. "You mean to tell me that
you don't even remember your favorite book? You used to read it every
day. Here, look at it; maybe reading a few chapters will refresh your
memory."
Without even thinking, I took the book from her hand and studied it for
a moment. Seeming like a meaningless object, I opened it up only to
find a cloud of dust rising from the pages. The dust flew in all
directions; it covered my body, went up my nose, and also into my mouth.
"Ha! You are mine again! You didn't remember that all the books here
have magical dust inside the covers that makes the person who opens one
fall victim to whatever the title reads. I guess you could say that you
are "home for good" now!"
I had no idea what had hit me; I didn't feel any different, but I still
knew that I had been abducted somehow and brought to this planet. I
knew that I was being held captive as a slave in this tiny little
bookstore. Nevertheless, I could not resist the urge to stay and help
run the bookstore.
Glancing over to the rear of the store, I saw the back door open.
Entering the room were two guys and three girls. Each walked over to
me and introduced themselves, as though we had never met before in our
lives. First, the red haired girl approached me; she was extremely
pretty, with perfect features. "Hi, I'm Shannon," she said with almost
a seductive tone.
Next was the boy with short blonde hair. He was muscular and quite the
lady's man. "Hi, I'm Nick."
Following Nick, another girl stepped up and introduced herself. She was
frankly the most ugly of the five; she had long black hair and big red
glasses covering her face. Her features appeared to be larger than
normal female anatomy. She said that she was Martha.
Finally, the last two introduced themselves as Kasey and Jack. Both,
like the first two, were very good looking individuals, both having
blonde hair and blue eyes and the whitest smile I had ever seen.
"Quiet! All of you get back to work and stop this chattering," the
owner reprimanded. "Matt, these are the rules: you will work during
the store hours restocking the shelves, and help customers find exactly
what they want to buy."
"Yes, Mistress," I found myself saying without even thinking.
I worked day and night for a good week. The other kids around the place
would help me if I couldn't find what I needed to stock, and the people
who came in were always very gracious when I located their desired book.
Although I knew that this scenario was not correct, and I belonged on
the planet Earth, I continued to work without hesitation.
As the days went on and the dust began to wear off, I started of
thinking about getting home. That was, until the owner, who I found out
was named Paula, made me sniff the Home for Good book again. This
continued for weeks until one day I decided to venture into the back
room where the other teenagers would hang out occasionally. I opened
the door to find six toilets. On three of them were Kasey and the two
boys. I did not open the door wide enough to allow them to see me, but
I could sneak a peak now and then, and heard every word they were saying.
"Now, all good girls squat when they pee," Kasey was lecturing the two
boys.
Just then I looked at Jack, and just as he began to squat like Kasey
showed him, I noticed that he did not have the same genitals most men
have. He seemed to have a mixture of a penis and a vagina. "I can't
do it," he whimpered, "it hurts me to do that."
"Nick can do it, and he's in the same position you're in." She tried
coaching him, "Give it one more try, and then we can call it quits for
the day."
"Okay, but I'm telling you..."
Watching this, I could not believe my eyes; a thousand questions entered
my mind. However, before I could try to answer any of them, I looked
through the door one more time, just to see Jack vomit and pass out
beside the toilet. I couldn't take it any more. I tried to hold back
my own emotions, but I had to yelp. Looking around, I made sure no one
heard me, but just as I turned around I saw Shannon and Paula both reach
out for me, and before I could react, they had me on the ground and tied
down.
Part III: Changes
"Get up. You've been out cold for almost an hour now," Kasey softly
spoke into my ear.
Upon hearing her voice, I slowly opened my eyes to find that I was
sitting naked in a large black armchair. Everything would have seemed
normal to me except that both my arms and legs were tied down. I made
my best attempts to free myself, but the efforts proved futile.
"There is no reason to resist, my friend," I heard Kasey's voice try to
relax me. "We have all gone through with this, and let me be the first
to tell you that it does not hurt one bit."
Just as she finished those words of comfort, I turned my head to the
left to see Paula coming toward the chair. In her hands she had a black
purse and a device of some sort that I could not make out due to the
fact that I had never seen one before. It was a small metal object
with numerous buttons and dials on its front panel, and a small red
light on the top of it began to flash faster as she got closer to me.
"Have a good nap, my slave; don't be afraid of my gadgets, they are only
to protect you from yourself, and most of the time turn out highly
unnecessary. I see that puzzled look on your face and receive feelings
of sadness because I wish it could be my first time again.
"I guess there is no longer a need to be keeping secrets; it is time
that I reveal my procedures. As you have been told all along, you are
my slave, just as I was once a slave many years ago. You were abducted
while sailing on a boat in the Bermuda Triangle, which on certain days
with certain weather conditions, opens up a portal to this world. Once
here on this planet, which by the way is called Jazztesh, you were
assigned a location and given a digital locator, hence the wrist device.
Here you will be taught to obey the rules and made to follow them for
the rest of your life.
"As of now, there are two ways we can go about making you a helpless
slave. First, and as we have already tried, is the magical dust that
can alter the conscious mind. Although this is a very effective method,
it is only temporary as you can see, and it is just not efficient. The
second method, which is a little bit more time consuming yet much more
powerful, is to transform the slave, you, into a beautiful blonde
airhead who cannot make her own decisions, and must rely on a master's
orders to survive from day to day. As you can see, we have several of
our children in the process of the transformation, and because I am
getting older and less able to run this store by myself, you six are
the perfect solution to my predicament.
"So, do you have any last wishes as a male or questions before we begin
the procedure?"
"This is crazy! How do you people plan to get away with this? There
is no way I am going to let you turn me into a bimbo."
"Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but you have no choice," Paula
responded. "And now I am afraid that you have used up your chance for
asking questions; it is time to begin."
Feeling the butterflies begin to wake up inside my stomach, I had no
bright ideas for getting out of this predicament. "Wait a minute, how
will this whole process work?" I questioned Paula.
"Well, not that it makes any difference in your case, but honestly, it
is different with each person. As you can see, each of the other five
kids have been started with the treatment, and each has reacted
uniquely. The boys, quite ironically, become quite masculine in the
outer regions of the body, except for the genitals which transform the
fastest. The females, on the other hand, seem to react the slowest
through a change in all their features, until the desired blonde hair
and blue eyes are reached. The only person who is almost finished is
Kasey; the only feature thing left on her is part of her mind, which
will be equivalent to a fly's in a few days. Enough explanations; it
is time to begin."
With that, she reached into her bag and took out a large syringe. She
explained that it was the first of several dosages of "Spiked Estrogen".
She took the needle without any hesitancy and stuck it right into my
arm. It felt warm and tingly. Almost immediately, I felt the liquid
travel inside my body from the tip of my fingers through my chest and
into my feet. I felt the hair on my body begin to stand on end, then
become very limp. As it fell, she took a towel from her bag and began
to wipe my body. The hair came right out as she rubbed up and down.
She explained that for now I will have to have a shaved pussy, but if I
preferred, I could alter that later on in the treatment.
The next thing she did was inject me using another syringe, except this
one had a different liquid filled inside. She called this one "The
Juice". She said that this would make me start to grow a vagina, and
that the excess estrogen would cause my penis to fall off in a matter
of time.
Finally, she took out a razor from her bag and began to shave my head.
When I was completely bald, she took our a third syringe from the purse
and stuck it straight into my head. Almost immediately, I could feel
hair growing back out of my head, except that she told me it was not my
usual black color; now it was as blonde as blonde could get.
With this first step complete, there was nothing more she could do for
the procedure but give me a few more shots of female D.N.A. and wait
for the effects to take place for phase II.
Part IV: Final Days
Days went by, and each one brought a new a strange feeling. I was now
in the stage, the same as the other boys the day I saw them in the back
room. I myself ventured back there from time to time. Kasey showed me
all the fine details of living like a lady. I appreciated her
helpfulness, but it was still hard to try and learn when I didn't have
all the "accessories" of a woman yet.
The next biggest difference I observed occurred exactly three weeks from
the day I was given my first dosage of estrogen. I remember awakening
to the most God-awful headache I had ever experienced in my life.
Assuming that it was due to the fact I could not urinate for a day and
a half now (a lovely side effect of having a mixture of a penis and
vagina), I got up and decided to start working on the science-fiction
section of the store. I swung around to place my feet on the floor, and
felt a difference in my body. It was larger or heavier; it took more
energy to rise out of bed. I looked down toward my feet to see what
the problem was, and that's when I saw them.
I had breasts.
I don't think it was the fact that I had breasts that was strange, but
the fact that I was attracted to them caused me some puzzlement. I
realized that I still had the mind of a male, and would continue to
think like one until the transformation was completed.
In addition, by this time Kasey, Nick, Shannon, and Jack were all
completely transformed, and were walking talking blonde airheads that
knew only to work and nothing else. I saw the looks in their eyes
when Paula gave them the last dosage of the D.N.A. I wish I could have
helped them escape such a terrible fate, but there was nothing that I
could do.
Time continued, and Martha and I both kept changing. By this time,
Martha was a beautiful blonde haired girl who bore no resemblance to her
previous nerdy appearance.
By the fifth week I was the only one left who had not completely
finished the treatment, yet I was only one step away from completion,
which meant my final injection would be coming in a matter of days and
hours.
Trying to pass the time away without thinking about my horrible fate, I
tried talking to the former Nick and Jack, who were now referred to as
Nichole and Jaci, and Martha, whose name was changed to Missy. My
attempts to try and persuade them to escape all ended as futile
failures. They never responded to any word I said to them except, "WE
MUST WORK TO MAKE OUR MASTER HAPPY."
Finally, Paula approached me and told me that it was time for my last
shot of D.N.A. "Please, just get in the chair, Matt; it will just take
a moment and will be easier for the both of us if you do not resist."
There had to be something I could do to stop her. My mind was swarming
with ideas. Nevertheless, none seemed to be feasible. Thinking that I
was trying to forestall my destiny, Paula grabbed my arm and started to
lead me into the back room so she could tie me down in the black chair.
She sat me down and tied me in so that I could not struggle. Next, she
took out the strange looking metal device she always carried when
working in this room. From the device, a long wire extended from its
front; she took it in her hand and placed it in my mouth. With that,
she flipped a switch on the side, and instantly the red light on the top
began to flash.
I felt the strip of wire in mouth begin to grow warm until it was
sending soothing waves of heat down the back of my throat. The waves
entered my body, and traveled in every direction covering every inch.
Finally, I felt the waves travel to my head, and I could hear something
telling me to, "WORK TO MAKE YOUR MASTER HAPPY." It became louder and
stronger; I had no choice but to listen, and it soon put me into a
hypnotic trance. The last thing I remember was hearing the words, "YOU
ARE A BLONDE AIRHEAD THAT HAS ABSOLUTELY NO INTELLIGENCE EXCEPT FOR WHAT
YOU ARE TOLD."
And that is how I plan to live for a long time...
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