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LITTLE GIRL X
By Lilli Lipstick
As usual I was in a hurry so I grabbed the first cab I saw,
beating out a young mother tugging her kid behind her.
"Ha," I said proudly as I slammed the door and saw that the
driver was a decent looking black chick. I told her, "NYU
and I'm in a hurry so don't waste any time putting on
lipstick or messing with your hair. If I'm late you're
gonna have to blow me for your tip."
The black chick pulls out into the traffic and we're
immediately stalled in Midtown traffic.
"Damn, damn, damn," I swear as I pounded on the armrest.
The black chick turned around, smiled and said, "It's none
of my business or anything but you need to calm down.
"We're stuck and nobody is going anywhere!"
"Damn right it's none of your business so shut your yap,
girly!"
"You seem to have a bad attitude about women, don't you?"
she said.
"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up, bitch"?
"Very well, sir, I was only trying to help," she said as
she rolled up the Plexiglas divider.
I was still seething, "Who the fuck does she think she
is...she doesn't even know who I am...still I wouldn't toss
her out of bed...but only if she was gagged."
I began to notice a strange smell as a wispy cloud of smoke
rose from beneath the seat. The last thing I remembered was
reaching forward to bang on the glass.....
"Okay, lazybones, time to rise and shine," I heard through
a fog.
"You can't sleep forever, we need to get you cleaned up!"
"Okay," I squeaked. Where did that voice come from, I
wondered. I must have a dry throat?
I tried to get up but I seemed to have been tied down
somehow and couldn't move a muscle. It was then I noticed
that I couldn't see.
"Oh my God," I squeaked again, "I'm blind."
"Relax, dearie, it's just procedure."
What kind of procedure was this exactly? Had I been in some
kind of an accident? I don't remember a thing except for
getting in a cab... and who was this chick calling me
dearie?
"Where am I," I squeaked again. I cleared my throat
thinking that would help but even when I tried to lower it
purposely, I still squeaked.
"In a clinic, dearie, you've been well taken care of".
"Where's a phone? I got to make some calls," I said not
realizing with this voice that I couldn't really call my
client, much less my secretary.
"Sorry, no calls and no visitors. It's doctors orders! Now
hush up so I can clean you up."
"Why am I confined like this?" I asked still squeaking.
"You've had some serious surgery and the doctors wanted to
ensure your safety. So that's enough questions for now,
I've got some errands to run."
"How long have I been out?" I asked, but she just ignored
me.
I decided to let her do her work since there was little I
could do about it anyway and it felt quite good to have
this chick give me a sponge bath.
"Watch out for Mr. Excitement down there, missy, he hasn't
seen any action for a couple of weeks and could go off at
any time," I joked.
She ignored my comment and continued to wash me. She washed
my chest and it seemed a little bouncier than before, I
guess I must have put on a pound or two. Maybe that chick
in the cab had a point and I needed to slow down. She
seemed to be avoiding Mr. Excitement and worked her way
down my legs to my feet. She hit a button and I felt myself
start to roll over until I was face down and then she
worked on my backside. When she was through, I was rolled
back over and she said, "OK, I'm going to loosen these
straps but I need you to behave, If you don't I'll have my
aides over here subdue you, Is that understood?"
I gasped in horror, I'd no idea anyone else was in the
room.
"Yes," I squeaked as she loosened the straps.
"Why can't I see?" I asked again.
"You have a mask over your head to aid your recovery."
"My face? Did something happen to my face?"
"Yes, but I think you'll be very pleased, and surprised,
with the results."
As she helped me sit up I noticed this weight on my chest,
it couldn't just be from not working out every day, I
thought.
I needed to practice walking around, I'd been idle for far
too long. But how long?
"Can't I have something to wear?" I asked, remembering the
goons in the room.
"No, that's something you have to earn," she said as she
fastened a collar around my neck and led me out of the room
on a leash. I was still in a daze and too weak to resist. I
meekly stumbled along barely aware of myself, much less my
surroundings. I think I was led into yet another room and I
still had no idea what's happened to me. I staggered around
feeling very groggy. I began to hear comments and whispers.
Then I realized that I'm naked in front of a room full of
people. I'm struck with shame and as I am paraded naked
except for the mask. I tried to move a free hand to try and
cover my chest but a quick yank on my leash made me stop.
"You will keep your hands to your sides, do you
understand?"
I was asked to turn around, wiggle and jump up and down,
bend over, lay down on my back and told to spread my legs.
I tried to do my best in my condition but it was then I
noticed that there was a feeling on my chest, sort of a
jiggling. But worst of all, I didn't feel that familiar
wiggle of Mr. Excitement in my crotch.
What the fuck has happened to me?' I wondered.
A polite round of applause and a "Good job" or "She turned
out good!" are heard as I am asked to leave.
I'm lead by the leash somewhere and told to sit. Still
unable to inspect my own body, I pondered what they meant
by, "she turned out good."
'Surely they couldn't be talking about me? I'm Kur...damn
why can't I remember my own name? Well, I'm all guy, for
sure so they must have been talking about someone else,' I
decided. But then again, how do I account for the
foreignness of my body? I shifted my weight and there it
was again, a definite tugging. What was more disturbing was
the lack of any movement, 'down there!' I began to imagine
the worst.
What seemed like hours passed before I was brought back
into the room. I heard, "Congratulations, Little Girl X,
you have been accepted into the program, you may now remove
your mask!"
Finally! I was so anxious to finally see what was going on
I ignored being called "Girl X."
The nurse loosened the restraints and I breathed a sigh of
relief as the mask was slowly removed only to realize my
worst fear had come true. Some how, some way, I now had the
body of a female. My breasts were small but definitely
breasts, and then I reel back when I realized that Mr.
Excitement was gone! Perhaps forever. Where my proud member
used to be, with his crown of wiry brown hair, a pleaser of
countless cunts, is now just that, a smooth, totally
hairless mound with a tiny cleft, a cunt! It looked exactly
like a young girl's pussy.
Being completely hairless only made the absence of my cock
more apparent. In fact with the swellings on my chest, my
formerly rugged, all-male body now looked like some budding
preteen girl's body. What the hell happened...? It must be
an awful dream, no a total nightmare I decided.
I began to wonder what they'd done with my cock. Was it
just tossed out like a piece of gristle? I fainted with the
sudden realization of my predicament. Just yesterday (it
seemed to me) I was a young, successful lawyer with a full
rewarding career ahead of me. Not now, it appeared that I'd
been somehow transformed into a helpless female. Not just a
female but a naked female standing in front of a room full
of men, all leering at me.
To earn my first meal I was forced to sit, naked of course,
under the table. One by one, I saw guys sitting down. My
nurse informed me that I would need to earn my meal. I was
to determine my meal by which cock I eventually ended up
sucking. A sickening feeling came over me. Somehow I had to
decide on a cock to suck and hope that he would feed me a
nourishing meal. I didn't know how I could go through
sucking someone's cock but I was terribly hungry. It had
obviously been some time since my last meal.
I'd no idea how I was supposed to decide. There were 6
pairs of legs all wearing different shoes and pants in
front of me. One was in a suit, while one was in jeans and
cowboy boots. One was even wearing torn jeans and what
looked like awful grungy tennis shoes with no socks. My
hunger was forcing me to make a decision as I saw how much
weight I'd lost.
I decided that if I was going to do this then it would have
to be the 'yuppie'. With his topsiders and Dockers, I
thought maybe there was some kind of connection with me,
well, with who I used to be. I crawled over to him and
decided to give it my best. I wasn't sure exactly what to
do but I knew I'd have to get him hard.
Taking a deep breath, I started rubbing his leg and I
worked my way up to his thigh. Then I swallowed hard and
moved my hand toward his crotch. I immediately recoiled but
knew that wasn't going to get me anything to eat so I felt
back down and rested my hand on his lap. I got a shock when
felt his cock growing under his pants so I began slowly
rubbing the length of it, just like I used to enjoy having
done to me.
I reached his fly and slowly unzipped it. I took a deep
breath, reached in and found it. I couldn't believe what I
was doing. I worked it out into the open and stared at it.
I'd never seen a cock, even mine, this close before. It
seemed huge from where I was looking. I slowly began to
stroke him in a way that I would like if it were happening
to me.
I moved closer, worked up more courage and tried to lick
the shaft. I reluctantly worked my tongue up and down his
shaft until I remembered that I really liked getting licked
behind the back of my balls so I worked my tongue down his
shaft, and began licking his balls until I found the same
spot. He groaned loudly.
I decided to get it over with so I moved to the head of his
cock and hoped I could do it. I had no choice. I
instinctively licked my lips and kissed the tip. I parted
my lips and slowly began to take him in. I had to resist
gagging but I finally was able to get most of it in my
mouth. It felt so hard and hot, just like mine did. I moved
my head up and down on the shaft while grasping it at the
base with my hand. I sucked until my cheeks were shrunken
in and bobbed my head up and down. I tried not to think
about what was happening, sitting naked on the floor and
sucking a stranger's cock under a table. I was feeling
humiliated.
My lips began to get sore and my jaws ached. I tried
everything that I knew used to feel good to me. Finally, I
felt him begin to tense up and I hoped that I could handle
what was about to happen. I continued to suck but less
strongly until suddenly without warning he exploded into
the back of my throat.
He kept cumming and cumming until he filled my mouth and it
started running down my face. It dripped onto my chest or
rather my breasts.
He finally started to relax, but by then I was horrified
with what to do with his cum in my mouth. I naturally
wanted to spit it out and then wash my mouth out with soap.
I then realized that if did that, there would be no food. I
forced myself swallow his entire hot, salty load down my
throat and I hoped it would stay down.
'That's it then, I was officially a cocksucker. Not only a
cocksucker but a female cocksucker,' I thought. For some
reason, that made my situation seem a little easier to
take.
I was then instructed by the nurse to come out from under
the table and kneel on the floor next to my chosen man.
Then, while still totally naked, except for his cum which
was rapidly drying on my chin and breasts he would feed me.
I felt so foolish sitting on the floor, totally exposed to
this fully dressed man.
I started to ask, "What happened to m..." and I was
promptly greeted with a switch across the ass. I yelped in
pain as I looked back to see Nurse Rita behind me with her
index finger to her pursed red lips, shushing me.
I turned back to the man but was too ashamed to look up at
him so I obediently knelt while he cut a slice of some kind
of sausage for me and turned to me and said, "Now open
wide, Little Girl X, I have something for you!"
He slipped a piece of warm sausage into my mouth and I
gobbled it down hungrily. Then I sat patiently while he
sipped his wine and cut a slice of the sausage for himself.
I watched enviously as he slowly chewed it, savoring each
bite, before swallowing it.
I began to realize it was pointless to struggle and I would
just have to go along with all of this until I could figure
out what was going on. He continued feeding me the sausage
and even let me have a few sips of wine and a little bread.
A woman's voice at the other end of the table, I was so
fixated on eating that I hadn't even noticed the others in
the room, spoke. "We will now decide if Little Girl X (is
that me, Little Girl X?) has earned her first pair of
panties. Sir what is your decision?"
The man who fed me spoke, "While Little Girl X is indeed a
pretty young miss and looks like she has the potential to
become quite an oral enthusiast. It's my opinion that she
did not exude the proper amount of enthusiasm for an eager
cocksucker and therefore I say no panties yet!"
I let out a girlish moan as I was suddenly yanked up by my
leash and led back, still naked, to my room. Tears started
welling in my eyes as I realized that I would have to
become proficient at sucking on a man's cock to get
anywhere. This was going to be a challenge, if nothing
else. I couldn't go around naked all the time, I had to
have those panties. Panties? I had to have panties? I
needed clothes.
I had a chance to survey my surroundings and noticed that
all of the rooms were windowless with 12 foot high
ceilings. My room was just a smaller version of the dining
room. The furnishings were sparse but functional. The only
decorative item in my room was a doll on my Spartan bed. I
looked around and realized that this was now my world.
There was certainly no sign of my previous existence as
K....., Kurt, Ken, what was my name? God, what was
happening to me?
In my room was a small bathroom and my nurse, told me to go
in and clean myself up. The refreshing hot water felt good
against my hairless body. As the water beat against me I
began to inspect my new body. I put my hands to my chest
and found enough breast there to fill each hand. They felt
sensitive and I moaned quietly as I kneaded each one.
My chest never was an erogenous zone before but it
certainly was now.
I moved down to my slim waist and tummy. It was definitely
a girl's tummy without an ounce of fat. I then moved lower
and confirmed again what I already knew. My Mr. Excitement
was no more and Miss Pussy lived there now. I slid my
finger between the soft very realistic folds of my labia
and parted them. My wet finger slid in easily and I was
suddenly struck on how different it was to be penetrated.
To be penetrated is to be possessed and to penetrate is to
conquer. Tears welled up as I realized my conquering days
were over. I was also overcome with this sudden remorse
that I would soon be penetrated and possessed.
I dried off and wore my wet towel as the only thing I had
back to my room. In anger I grabbed the doll, this classic
symbol of girlhood, and threw it on the floor, then
collapsed on the bed and cried little girl tears.
Rita shut off the light and I sniffled myself to sleep. I
must have reached down during the night and picked up the
doll because she was next to me when I awoke in the morning
completely naked. That doll became my best friend and
confidant for the next year.
Rita, was my sole human companion for the first few days,
except for meal times. She kept checking my vitals and
giving me shots and massages. Slowly over time I was able
to piece together what had happened to me.
The gas in the cab had put me out and I'd been brought to
this secret facility with no apparent way in or out. I was
now completely at their mercy. They intended through
radical surgery, huge doses of a hormone cocktail, intense
training and psychological reprogramming, to turn what was
a useless resource into a gold mine.
There were no windows, no clocks, no television, no books
except for trashy romance novels, and only fashion and
glamour magazines. Their intent was to rid the world of
aggressive, chauvinistic men by turning them into
stunningly beautiful, highly sought after escorts. I and
others like me were to be the perfect dates. They
apparently had many high paying customers eager for the
services of someone like me.
My complete feminization was to be final, but if I
performed up to their standards, I could expect to live a
woman's life of luxury. They had it figured out pretty
well, it seemed. I had no choice but to accept this
transformation but if I excelled, they would make it seem
worthwhile.
However to gain this luxury, I'd need to display what they
considered total womanhood. I had no idea what that meant
all Rita told me was that applied a battery of tests,
designed just for my profile would be administered and the
results would determine my station.
Later, I was horrified to hear from some of the other girls
that if you weren't accepted into the program, they just
tranquilized you, gave you pair of gigantic tits and then
sent you overseas to live out your life as a cheap whore.
Avoiding that fate made me determined but made me feel a
little less better about my predicament.
I would be known as Little Girl X for my 1st year and was
required to refer to myself in the 3rd person, to say
"Little Girl X would like thank..." Part of the reward of
going to 2nd year was having a real girl's name chosen for
me. She said by then I would have totally forgotten my male
past and know only how to look, act and behave like a girl
at all times.
The next morning it suddenly occurred to me that that
sausage I was served was actually my penis. The thought, of
course, sickened me. But it did make it all so final. It
turned out that was the last meat served to me during my
stay.
Rita informed me that just like all the other girls here,
If I crave protein, I must eat cum. "Think of it as an
appetizer," she smirked.
The sensory deprivation only made me more aware of what was
going on in my body. I explored my new depths curiously,
suddenly understanding why all my old girlfriends made such
a big deal about their clits. The first time I touched mine
I nearly went trough the roof. It was like all the nerve
endings that previously covered my penis were now
concentrated into my new, pink little nubbin. I slept
soundly that night.
Rita continued to fill me in on the house rules. "You have
to pay for each piece of clothing, usually with a
satisfactory blow job being the payment. After you earn the
first one, you can have as many as you want of that
particular item."
There was no swapping allowed though. Every article of
clothing was marked. My first girl panties, full of frills
and lace, had a small heart sewn into the crotch with an X
in the center.
I later found out from Rita that my name was Little Girl X
only because I was the 24th 'girl' to come through the
program.
Other than showing up at mealtimes and attending classes I
had no obligation except to project a feminine image at all
times. Unfortunately there was nothing much else to do and
I could only file and paint my nails so many times a day.
One physical change I liked was that I seemed to have a
full head of hair. A lot longer than I remembered it being
but it was certainly full, thick and soft. Somehow they'd
cured my male-pattern baldness! I became proud of my hair
and learned how to properly take care of it.
I asked Rita again about the appetizer. She sighed, then
told me that cum is a mandatory appetizer before each meal
as well as my only source of protein.
"Since some girls demand more protein than others, each
girl must eat a prescribed amount each day. Of course, if
you want you can do it all at once, you're more than
welcome," she grinned.
Even though the thought that at least 3 times a day I would
have to have a strange man's cock in my mouth and make him
cum and then swallow it all made me ill, I would soon find
myself beginning to look forward to mealtime. Since the
quality and quantity of the meal depended on my performance
I began to find new ways to ensure myself the best possible
meal. What did that mean? Did I like sucking cock? I really
did not know any more. As hard as I tried to think back on
my past life, I found the details were getting dimmer. I
started to think that maybe I'd been female all along. And
in that case, what' wrong with sucking cock?
It wasn't long before I began longing for bigger breasts,
while just the month before the thought of having any at
all would have horrified me. We were given massive doses of
female hormone cocktail but most of us 'Little Girls' were
called that for several reasons. Suddenly my chest size
became a fixation with me. I was fixated by them before, I
seem to think, but now I became obsessed about them for a
totally different reason. I did all sorts of exercises and
begged for more hormones or implants. Each time I was
rebuked but finally they assured that by graduation time, I
could have any size breasts I wanted.
I found myself shocked at my behavior because why would I
want larger breasts? To attract men, of course, silly.
One night I met "Little Girl Y". The entertainment
apparently was between us 2 novices. Whoever made the most
men cum in fifteen minutes, would win more clothes and for
her it was her first pair of panties. After losing count at
6 we eventually tied and had to have a blow-off. I lost
that time too. Seeing Little Girl Y put the panties on made
me so envious. She put the panties on proudly even though
our bodies were covered in sweat and cum. I noticed that
the panties appeared to be ruffled, like a little girl's. I
was determined that I would have some more clothes. I'd
still rather not be wearing them but since I couldn't go
around semi naked forever, I didn't have much choice.
In time I became more relaxed around Rita. It's hard not to
when she knows every last inch of my body, inside and out.
She was to be my coach, my guide into womanhood as well as
my nurse. I asked one day exactly what had been done to me.
She told me that even she didn't know how the process
worked. She only saw the finished product. She did say
that, "only men with rotten attitudes towards women were
chosen. Looks didn't really matter since they can and did,
somehow, change everything."
We attended classes on makeup, hair and nails, deportment,
etiquette, feminine hygiene, poise, periods and, even,
maternity. It seemed I was almost a fully functioning
female because I have a womb. I have a fucking womb.
Rita said that, "real women couldn't be trained properly.
The part of what makes all this training so effective is
the victim's initial attitude towards sex and women. Real
women are too smart to be reprogrammed."
Looking back, I see how I have been manipulated every step
of the way. They preyed on my macho bravado and, using
techniques that would make a prison psychologist jealous,
used deprivation, rewards, hypnosis and imprinting to
create a totally new person, no, no longer a person but a
sex-driven she-creature who's only purpose is to satisfy
men. I was now one of those creatures.
As of now my entire past started 1 month ago, Ku,
Ke,...whoever I used to be no longer exists. He died in a
mysterious cab wreck in Midtown and the driver was never
found. Of course I knew none of this. I soon learned that
after graduation we were, in fact, allowed to leave but
none of the other girls did. Where would they go? Our
former lives were history. We had no money and did not know
where we were. Even if I could get away and try and reclaim
my life, who would believe me? At least here everything was
provided. I didn't even know my name anymore. At least my
male name. Now, I am Little Girl X.
To be continued
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