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It Sucks To Be a Man ? by: Jennifer White
Henry hated being a man. Part of him always wished that he had the good
fortune of being born female. Be he was stuck as a man. He sometimes
dressed up in his sister's clothes when he was a boy, but he felt very
guilty afterwards.
He stole clothes out of the washing machines at his dorm in college, then
bought more clothes through the anonymity of the internet after he got
his own place. He would dress up, feel pretty, the would make himself
come. He would be so guilty that he would sometimes throw away his entire
collection.
But sooner or later, he'd see a woman, and wish that he was her. So the
process would start up, all over again. If only there was something he
could do! One day while surfing the net, he found something which sounded
like the answer to him: forced feminization.
It was a revelation that other men felt the same way he did, and a giant
relief. But also, he reasoned that by being *forced* to become a woman,
he would have no guilt, no shame for it. It would be the woman
controlling him who *made* him do it, so it wasn't his fault! He had an
answer!
A rigorous scan of the local underground newspaper, and ads on the web
led him to several prospective dominatrixes. Some were too much into S&M
for his taste. Some were into weird kinky things. He didn't want that. He
just wanted one to turn him into a woman. When he was a girl, he imagined
his name to be Emma. He just wanted help in becoming her.
Then at last, he found a mistress who seemed to suit him. She was local,
had good references, a hot looking web site, and she claimed to
specialize in what he wanted. He called her on the phone.
They talked at length, and he decided to come over that very night.
"When you come, bring the money we agreed upon," she said, "and come
wearing your sexiest panties."
"But I don't want to dress myself up, I want you to make me do it," he
protested.
"If you're going to start off by disobeying the very first order I give
you, then you might as well not even show up," she said.
"I'm sorry Mistress. I didn't realize it was an order. I won't disobey
you."
* * *
Henry showed up at Mistress Carrie's house at the appointed hour, wearing
his best red lace thong panties. A woman, who introduced herself as
Margarette, showed him in and asked him to fill in some paperwork,
releases, and all that, as well as his contract for services. He did so,
and handed over the paperwork.
He was shown to a room, where he sat for 15 minutes reading Cosmo, before
the Mistress herself came in. She was dressed in leather, from her
cleavage revealing bustier, to her tight skirt, to her high heel boots.
He gasped when he saw her, and immediately got hard.
"So, you're the one who wants to be a little girl"
"Um...uh...yes Mistress" he said.
"On your knees, slave!" she ordered, and he quickly complied.
"Now tell your Mistress why you want to be a little girl."
"I've always wanted to, but I feel guilty when I do it to myself. I want
you to turn me into a girl, so that I can be one without the guilt."
"Oh, so you want to suck cock" she said.
"No! I'm not gay. That's not what I want."
"I see. You want to stay straight."
"Exactly! See, I knew you'd understand."
"All right, we can begin then. I will be using a combination of hypnosis
and pleasure/pain training to adjust your personality to eradicate your
masculine self, and to build a new female self in his place. I will make
you, under threat of torture and pain, dress up like a girl, act like a
girl, think like a girl, and feel like a girl."
"Yes Mistress! Please start right away!"
Carrie began by putting him under a light hypnosis, since it was his
first time. It was a state in which a person was slightly more receptive
to suggestion. She told him over and over that he was a girl now. She
stripped him, and made him wear a bra in addition to the panties. She
told him what a pretty girl he was now, as she stroked him until he came
in her hand.
"Yum," she said as she licked her finger. She held up another finger, and
put it in his mouth. "Now tell me that you like it too."
"Yum," he said.
She snapped her fingers, ending the trance. Henry shook his head, and
came fully back.
"How long was I under?" he asked.
"About thirty minutes," she replied.
"What did I do?"
"It is not your place to ask," she said angrily, slapping him across his
face. He winced, and realized that it was not a good idea to push her.
He was going to have to remember that *she* was in control, and he must
follow what she wanted.
* * *
Two days later, he came back for the next session. She did the same
Things again, but this time, before ending the trance, she added a few
instructions.
"You are becoming Emma," she whispered into his ear. "She is rising
within you. You can *feel* her feminine presence. Just as I control you,
she will soon control your entire mind. You are becoming her. You cannot
stop it, and do not *want* to stop it."
"I am Emma," he droned in reply.
"Yum," she said, licking her finger, as before.
"Yum," he said, sucking her finger, which she put further into his mouth
than the first time.
She ended the trance, and he came to, wearing panties (now wet), a bra
(now stuffed with breast forms), and high heel shoes.
"When you come next time, you must arrive wearing these same items of
clothing," she ordered.
"But someone might see me! It looks like I have breasts!"
"But you are Emma. You are a woman. You are supposed to have breasts."
He wasn't sure that he like taking a risk like that in public. But he
didn't want to quit now. This time, he felt so feminine when they were
done! It wasn't even close to how many women's clothes he normally wore,
but somehow, he felt much more feminine than he ever had. And there was
no guilt, since it wasn't his fault! She forced him to do it, so there
was no guilt, and he was pure.
* * *
In the following weeks, he would wake up, further and further into
feminine attire, until the day came when he woke up fully dressed. With
all this practice, he was learning to move like a woman. He practiced at
home too, it was becoming second nature for him. He felt so free! This
was just wonderful.
He was eager for more and more of this. She would always 'release' him,
And he would wake up with his panties wet. The pleasure seemed to hover
around him for hours and hours afterwards.
He would now leave his house fully dressed, including makeup and his wig,
But he felt good about it. He was Emma when he dressed up, and it felt
right! But now that she had him in full female attire, what would she do
next?
He could not remember what she told him when he was in his trance. He
Knew that she was doing something to effect him, and control him. But
this excited him all the more. For example, he realized that he was
dressing better now, as Emma. His outfits were more coordinated. He had
liked women's clothes, but had never understood fashion. But now, he was
getting to be more of an expert in it. He could recognize the difference
in types of skirts, knew the names of styles of dresses and women's
pants, and even understood women's sizes now. He didn't remember her
telling him these things, but they were part of his knowledge now. So she
must have put them in his mind when he was under her spell. And this was
exciting to him.
* * *
He showed up the next time even more agog and enthusiastic than before.
He already felt feminine, before even showing up. She put him under, and
he felt like he was in heaven. But this time, something happened that he
was not expecting, something of quite a shock.
He was in his trance, when he unexpectedly came back out of it. He found
himself on his knees, his head between her legs, with something
protruding into his mouth. He pulled back to see that she was wearing a
strap-on dildo, and that he had been sucking it. From the drool on his
chin, he could see that he must have been going at it hard, for quite a
while.
"What the hell is this!!" he demanded.
"What do you mean?" answered Carrie innocently.
"I told you, I'm straight! You made me suck..."
"No I didn't. You've been begging me to let you do it."
"No way in hell. I would never do that."
"Perhaps not, but Emma would."
"What?"
"When you're Emma, you're not Henry anymore. When you go into your
trance, she takes over, and is free to do what she wants."
"But I told you I didn't want to do that! I told you I'm straight!"
"But Emma, you're a woman. And that's what straight women do. If I had
you lick my pussy, you'd be a lesbian. You'd be gay. I was just following
your request."
"You can't make me do this! You can't hypnotize me to do something I
wouldn't want to do!"
"Then you must have really wanted to do it all along Emma."
"Just hold it. You called me 'Emma'. You know I'm really Henry."
"Are you?" she asked. He just stared back blankly.
"Think about it. When did you stop being Henry, and really become Emma?"
"I haven't," he said.
"Really? I haven't ordered you to arrive in women's clothes, but you've
been doing it."
"You told me..."
"I ordered you to wear your bra and panties, then the breast forms. I
never ordered you do come in a dress. *You* must have wanted to do that.
Because you're a girl now inside."
"No..."
"Or what about your legs? I never told you to shave them."
"But they needed it. I looked ugly with hairy legs."
"See? Only a woman thinks her legs are ugly if they're not shaved."
"You didn't tell me to do that when I was out?"
"No. And what about your skin? I see you've been using skin creams to
keep it soft an smooth. I never told you to do that. I never told you to
pluck your eyebrows. Do you even realized that you've been doing these
things to yourself?"
"I...I didn't think about it..."
"Because it is just automatic for a woman to do these things. And now
that you're a woman inside, it comes naturally."
"Wait," he said, "This is wrong. I can't be a woman inside."
"I think that Emma has always been a part of you, and that all I've done
is to allow her to become free, and take over the male part of you. I
think that she has been crushing your male self, and letting herself fill
you in it's place."
"But..."
"No buts. You see the world through feminine eyes now. You just need to
admit it to yourself. When's the last time you looked at a girl and
wanted to nail her? Come on! You don't even get a hard-on from looking at
my boobs hanging out of my leathers anymore. But when you see my strap
on...."
Looking down at it, he did feel a surge of warmth between his legs. Oh
god, she was right! He really did feel like a woman would when she saw
one. He just didn't want to admit it to himself.
He got back down on his knees, and started to suck again.
* * *
When the session was done, Emma felt a slight pang of guilt from having
sucked on a sex toy like that. Maybe it was because it was on another
woman, and that made it feel so strange.
She was so glad that Carrie had helped her get over the final hurdle, and
enable her to come to the forefront. She was still Henry, or part of her
had been Henry. But she was certain in her knowledge now that she was a
woman. Carrie came out, dressed in street clothes, and got into the car
with Emma, driving to the local bar.
"Now remember," she said, "whoever gets the first guy wins, and the loser
has to buy the drinks."
It was only 35 minutes after they arrived that Emma met one of the guys
from the flock that had been hitting on them, and met him in the closet
behind the kitchen. She went at him hard, and it only took ten minutes
for him to come in her mouth. She was disappointed that he couldn't last
any longer, but perhaps it was because he was drunk.
"How was it? How did it taste?" asked Carrie when Emma had emerged back
at the bar, after freshening her makeup.
"Yummy," she said, licking her lips.
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