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F.E.M.M.E.B.O.T.S.: Initiation
By Sarcastic Slut
I met her in a nightclub. She was stunning - Blonde, toned,
classic features and an amazing dancer. I offered to buy
her a drink but she insisted on getting me one.
Unfortunately I didn't see the pill she slipped into it or
realise just how out of it I was becoming when she ushered
me outside to get a cab.
I don't remember the journey back to her place or arriving
there. The next thing I remember after stumbling about
outside the nightclub is waking up on a bed with satin
sheets. It was while wondering where I was and who I had
slept with the night before that I realised two things.
First that I was naked and spread-eagled, securely tied,
wrists and ankles, to the bed and second that I was gagged.
I struggled and tried to cry out but whoever had done this
to me knew what they were up to.
I had a bit of a headache and still felt groggy from the
after effects of whatever I'd been knocked out with. I was
desperate for the toilet but had to lie there for about
quarter of an hour waiting for someone to enter the room.
Finally the woman from the nightclub entered, smiling at
me. She was wearing only the skimpiest pair of black
panties I had ever seen and her glasses. She had an open
book in her hand. I mumbled through the gag but she absent-
mindedly reached over and slapped me round the face. I fell
silent again.
She sat on the edge of the bed and consulted her book,
staring at my naked body, prodding me and checking in her
book again. I couldn't read what it said on the cover of
the book. She flipped a few more pages and paid particular
attention to my genitals, lifting my penis up with her
fingertips to examine it and presumably comparing it to a
diagram in the book.
She climbed off the bed and went to a cupboard. She removed
a large box from it and placed it on the bed. Stencilled in
large letters on the side was:
"F.E.M.M.E.B.O.T.S." there was also a picture of a red rose
in the female symbol, the circle with the cross at the
bottom. The rose was in the circle, presumably the symbol
for F.E.M.M.E.B.O.T.S., whatever that was.
She rummaged around in it for a while and pulled out a
small vial of liquid, a syringe and a needle in a sterile
packet. My eyes widened in fear and she looked at me and
said, "I suppose you're wondering why you've been singled
out to be turned into a woman?"
I tried to scream. I hadn't been wondering that at all. I
had been wondering why she had imprisoned me here but that
hadn't occurred to me. I couldn't scream because of the
gag.
"No? Not wondering? I'll tell you anyway. You raped my best
friend a while back. Now I've no doubt you've forgotten all
about it and don't remember her."
I shook my head, I had never raped anyone. Maybe been a bit
persuasive to get sex sometimes but I wouldn't have
described it as rape.
"Shame you don't remember, now you'll never know why you're
about to lose your balls and dick." She smiled amiably as I
thrashed about and struggled to get free.
"Now I'm new to all this forced feminisation stuff so bear
with me. I've got the instruction manual here," she waved
the book, "and the starter kit," she indicated the box on
the bed, "so I'll do my best and with any luck, you won't
end up horribly disfigured or anything." She smiled
reassuringly, "It will be professionals performing the
surgery on you so don't worry, you'll be in safe hands for
the drastic stuff."
I was still struggling and trying to scream, being operated
on and being turned into a woman counted as horribly
disfigured in my mind! She ignored me, studying the book as
she put the syringe together and checked the book for how
much to inject me with and where to place the needle.
"Don't be nervous, little girl," she said, "I'm a nurse, I
know how to give injections. I've never had to inject a man
with something to force his body chemistry to be more
feminine so it'll be a learning experience for both of us.
Isn't that fun? Ah... the anaesthetic swab first."
She rummaged in the box again and found a swab in a sealed
packet. She opened it and wiped the swab on my balls,
leaving it a few moments to have an effect. She pinched me
there with her fingernails and I felt a small twinge, not
the agony I would have expected. She smiled widely and
readied the needle. I struggled violently but she slapped
me round the face and sat on me, pinning me even more
firmly to the bed as she found the right spot and pushed
the needle into my scrotum.
I felt a strange cold feeling flooding through my groin as
she emptied the syringe into me. "That should stop all
those naughty little male hormones messing up your body."
She raised her eyebrows as she read something in the book.
She turned to me, peered over the top of her glasses and
said, "It says here that this injection actually makes your
balls completely useless. At least we won't be cutting off
anything you're going to need again, eh?" She grinned
conspiratorially at me, obviously quite happy with her new
hobby of turning me into a woman.
I don't know what was scarier - the fact that she was
apparently going to put me through the sex change operation
against my will or the fact that she was so cheerful and
happy about it. She had the cheery manner of a nurse, which
she claimed to be but she was acting as if she was changing
a bandage not changing my life and my body. There was
something eerie about it.
The next thing she brought from the box appeared to be a
tube of glue. "Now don't struggle, girly. I am going to
glue your penis back between your legs to hide it until we
get you to the operating theatre. If you wriggle I might
get a bit too much glue in the wrong place, you wouldn't
want me to accidentally seal it closed would you?"
She slapped my face again, "Would you?" I shook my head.
She laid the book on the bed and flattened it out so she
could see the instructions while she opened the tube of
glue and carefully applied it to my penis. She pressed my
member back between my legs, very uncomfortable it was, and
held it there for a few seconds while the glue set.
She giggled, "You'll have to sit down to pee now, like a
girl before we even have it chopped off!"
"Right, what's next?" She thumbed through the book, grinned
at me and rummaged in the box again.
She pulled out a cane. My eyes widened in fear, it looked
very springy and would be extremely painful to be hit with.
"This is just in case you struggle too much for this next
bit."
She ran the tip of the cane gently up my body, making me
shiver. Without warning she raised it and brought it down
across my thighs. I screamed into my gag.
She grinned at me, "That was a gentle tap. We understand
each other now don't we? If you struggle, resist or try to
escape you get caned. Okay?"
I nodded, eyes wide with fear.
"Good girl," she said, "I don't really have a taste for
physical violence. It's covered in this instruction manual
but all I have to do is have you turned into a woman to
gain my membership."
She put the cane aside and reached towards my ankle. I felt
her untying them and she ordered me to sit up. I struggled
to do as I was told but eventually managed to do so. My
wrists were still tied to the bed so my arms were pulled
behind me as I sat there wondering what she was going to do
to me next.
She rummaged in the box again and pulled out a pair of pink
satin panties. Instinctively I pulled my foot away from her
as she went to put them on me. She frowned and reached for
the cane so I let her slide my feet into the underwear
before tugging the panties into place round my waist. I
looked down and saw that I was flat inside the panties
where I had been glued back. I looked almost female between
my legs. She looked very pleased at my smooth appearance.
As I looked I also saw that each ankle had a pink silk
scarf tied round it, leaving the ends loose. These loose
ends had obviously been used to secure me to the bed. I
also noticed that my legs were smooth, missing their usual
hair. She saw my surprise at this and giggled.
"Don't worry, it'll grow back. I just needed you smooth, it
will be up to your eventual owner to decide whether you
shave, wax, get lasered, have electrolysis or whatever."
From the box she retrieved two flesh-coloured blobs and
picked up the tube of glue again. "Time for some tits," she
said as she applied glue to one of the blobs and pressed it
firmly against my chest. She repeated this with the other
blob and sat back to look. I looked down and was aghast to
see that I know had two fairly large and reasonably
convincing breasts, complete with large firm nipples.
"Get used to the tits, girlie, you'll be getting permanent
ones soon." She flicked a nipple and laughed as she turned
away.
She tied my ankles together with the scarves and informed
me that she was about to untie one of my arms and that if I
resisted anything she was going to do to me I would be
caned. I nodded feebly.
She untied my left arm and ordered me to hold it out in
front of me. She removed a pink bra from the box and slid
the strap over one arm before tying the wrist back to the
bed with the silk scarf which was round it and untying the
other wrist. She slid the bra strap over that arm and
secured the wrist to the bed again then knelt on the bed,
straddled across me as I sat there, fastened the bra behind
me and adjusted the straps and cups to hold my breasts.
She clambered down from the bed and looked at me with a
huge, happy smile. She seemed very pleased with herself.
"We're almost done, girly. I just have to prove that I can
be committed to feminising a man. The people at
F.E.M.M.E.B.O.T.S. will perform the surgery."
I started to sob, a tear running down my cheek as I shook
my head trying to plead without words, hoping that she
would change her mind about forcing surgery upon me.
There was a pitying look in her eyes as her hand reached
between my legs to feel the smooth, feminine front of the
pink panties I was wearing. She stroked me gently there as
she said, "Don't worry, girly. They won't cut your dick
off. Whether you go all the way to femininity will be up to
your eventual owner as well. They will however cut your
balls off as they are now useless and are only any good for
spoiling the line of a tight skirt. Behave yourself for me
and you will keep your dick. Annoy me, fight me, resist me
and you'll have the full sex change. It's up to you. Now...
are you going to be a good girl or will I have to cane you
then have your penis cut off?"
I tried to mumble that I would be a good girl but was
stopped by the gag. I think she got the message.
She smiled at me and said, "Right, now we're going to get
you dressed, ready for your trip to the operating theatre.
You will obey me instantly, you will not try to struggle,
overpower me or escape. If you do... well, I've already
explained the punishment for that."
She fetched some clothing from the box. It was pink, very
similar in colour to the underwear she had put me in. She
held the first item up and I could see that it was a velvet
top. She pulled it over my head then untied one of my
wrists to let me slip my arm through the sleeve. She tied
that wrist back to the bed and did the same with the other
wrist. She tugged the top down over my body. The top had
short, slightly puffed elasticated sleeves and a low-cut
scooped neck, which barely hid my bra straps and left my
fake breasts readily visible.
A quick dust with powder and the stick on breasts merged
with my own flesh to leave me looking like a fairly large
breasted woman showing off her cleavage.
Next out of the box was a candy pink, pleated satin mini
skirt. It was a wrap-round skirt so I had to lift my bottom
off the bed while she folded it round my waist and fastened
the two buttons, which held it on. She smoothed it down,
giving me a thrill as her hand moved across my smooth
thighs through the soft satin. She untied my ankles and
removed two pink patent leather high-heeled shoes from the
box.
She placed the shoes on my feet, fastened the ankle straps
and retrieved a camera and another syringe and vial from
the box.
"Last stage now," she said cheerily as she injected another
solution into me. "This is a general anaesthetic. In about
ten minutes you will pass out. When you wake you will be in
your new body and ready for your new owner. I believe you
are to be an office girl. Your boss will be your owner.
There are also other F.E.M.M.E.B.O.T.S. people at the
company so if you are caught being anything less than
completely feminine, you will be found out and punished
severely."
She began untying my wrists. I thought about trying to
overpower her and escape but she was saying, "Before we go,
I'm going to get a few photos of you in that pretty skirt.
The front door is locked and bolted, as is the back door.
You will be unconscious before you manage to get either of
them open, so no thoughts of last second escape. Try
anything and when you wake up you'll be completely
feminine. We might even sell you to a brothel instead when
you're a woman. Pose as I instruct, look happy to be
dressed as a woman and you'll come out of the operating
theatre with your dick intact."
She began to remove the gag, to my relief. She was saying,
"Do not speak except to answer me. Understood?"
I nodded but couldn't help myself from pleading, "Please
don't do this to me, I'll do anything you want but don't do
this!"
"It's being done. Keep talking and it will be done
completely. If you want to keep your dick, shut up and
obey." I nodded.
She made me pose for several photos, each with a huge grin
on my face. Hands on hips and one leg forward, arms crossed
beneath my breasts and leaning forwards to show them to the
camera, cross-legged on the floor and leaning back on my
hands so that the photo showed my panties up my skirt and
so on until I started to feel drowsy.
She put the camera down and led me to the front door. I had
trouble with the heels but managed with her supporting me.
She only just got me into her car before I passed out.
I don't know how long I was unconscious. The nurse told me
it was well over a week as they'd kept me sedated until I
started to heal. When I came to my senses and realised
where I was and what had happened to me, I felt my breasts
and began to sob when I realised that they were implants
now. My hands slipped down my body and raised the hem of
the pink satin nightie I had been put in. Almost too scared
to feel I touched myself between my legs and felt nothing.
I was wearing nothing under the nightie and everything
which had made me male had been removed, leaving just a
feminine slit where my manhood and balls had been.
I began to cry as I threw back the covers and stared at my
new body. A tattoo had appeared on my hip. It was a tiny
red rose surrounded by the female symbol. I didn't know who
these people were or why they had done this to me or how
they had the resources to do it. I was a woman now and from
what I had been told I would be kept as one and my life now
belonged to someone else. I continued to sob...
The start...
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