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By ashley lorien
Well I had been a closet crossdresser for several years. I
had frequented a few gay bars, and definitely had quite the
collection of racy lingerie. Well after a particularly
arduous business trip in which I had treated myself to
several new pairs of thongs and this really cute new
nightgown, I decided that I deserved a little treat on my
way home. I stopped by the mall and went in and wandered
around for a little while then I found what it was I was
looking for, an accessories store that pierced ears. I
picked out a nice little pair of silver hoops and took them
to the girl behind the counter. She offered to wrap them up
for me, made a little idle chit chat, I took a deep breath
and told her that actually I was wondering if I would be
able to use those to get my own ears done. She said, "Well
usually we use studs, but I don't see any reason why I
couldn't use these." So she sat me onto the little stool in
the back and held an ice cube to each of my ear lobes for a
moment then THUNK, the little gun thingy shot the earring
through my lobe. First the left then the right. It hurt for
a moment, then I smiled knowing that that was one more
thing I would never be able to change. I got up smiled
thanked her and paid for the piercing service and the
little hoops. Walking out I felt a little different but not
terribly, and I went out to my car, where I slipped out of
my loafers and popped my heels back on.
That is another thing that I had taken to doing, wearing
this cute little pair of heels every time I drove anywhere.
I figured that it was a good way to get really good at
getting along in life in heels. Well I drove out of the
parking lot and made my way towards my place, and then I
thought while I am at it why don't I stop and have a drink
on my way home.
So I did, I pulled into my favorite local gay bar, parked,
and went in. Not too crowded on a Wednesday afternoon. I
went to the bar and ordered a banana daiquiri. I took my
drink and went and sat down. I was twirling my straw in the
frozen concoction, when this guy, Tom, walked up and asked
if he could sit down. He was probably a little better than
average, nice and tall something like six foot five, middle
aged, probably thirty something, balding a little and with
a slight gut starting to push out of his well tailored
suit. Yet something about him exuded power, strength, and
magnetism. "Hi there," he said. "Hey" I replied. He and I
made chit chat, talked about our jobs, and the weather. I
may have even let it slip that I was thinking of going home
and laying out in my thong bikini so I could get some nice
tan lines. He laughed. "So," he replied, "you prefer the
um... feminine role? I mean," and here he made a gesture to
our surroundings, "as far as all this sort of thing is
concerned." I squinted my eyes, took a sip of my drink and
just nodded, after which I said though I haven't really
ever tried it, I just kind of have been thinking about a
lot. "I figured as much," he replied. Nice new earrings you
got there too, he said. At which I just giggled enjoying
the attention that the new little loops were drawing. May I
get you another drink he offered? Sure I replied, noticing
that I had sipped down most of my delicious beverage while
I was searching for words. He got up and in a few moments
was back with something tall and pink and coating ice
cubes. I sipped it and the moments turned into hours, as we
talked discussing everything, from wants and desires, and
perspectives on ideal relationships to the local cuisine
and what we thought of several places we both seemed to
like.
He told me that he was divorced, that women really weren't
what did it for him, that most of them didn't know what men
wanted, and or even how to begin to give it to them. So he
continued, well you know I got to thinking that maybe if
there were a well feminine man out there that wanted to be
more well feminine. I said that would be nice, but that
after a little research I had deduced that it was just too
much money to pull off. He smiled, and said well what if
someone else were there to help grease those little
sticking points would that be something I was interested
in?
Hmm I thought maybe. Just maybe. Work was a drag, so maybe
... just maybe. I definitely wanted to hear more, so I
tinkled my ice cubes at him, and he got up and got me
another drink. When he sat down with it, I commented on how
nice they were, and he said, it was one he loved to see a
pretty girl drink, something like a long slow screw up
against the wall. I just laughed at a name like that.
Anyway I asked, so well what is it you have in mind? Well
he replied you see I am for better or worse independently
wealthy, but not really happy. Seems money only gives you
the means to start happiness out not really to make your
self happy on a long term basis. I nodded that seemed all
true enough. So, he replied, I dumped a lot of well time
and resources into, and at this he paused, well Magic he
said. I giggled, the drink it seemed was a little too
strong, Magic huh, you expect me to believe in that? Well
he replied, tell you what, seeing how nice you look in
those cute little earring, might I interest you in a
pleasant evening at my place and perhaps a pair that I have
that might just accentuate all your best features?
Hmm... dinner and earrings, that was a new one. Sure I said
why not. Just a pair of earrings though right? Sure he
said, if at any time after you try them on you feel
uncomfortable, well just let me know, and I'll make sure
you get back to your car, and no hard feelings either way.
It all seemed harmless enough. So I joined him, after all I
was not really in any shape to drive. He asked if I wanted
anything from my car, and I just shrugged, and said it was
locked that I wasn't worried about it.
So he escorted me to the passenger door of his 540 BMW, and
opened the door for me, I giggled again, and plopped down
in the plush seat. Swinging my ankles up and in making sure
to keep my knees together, really playing up the feminine
graces. Ha. Well in an instant he was around the car and I
leaned over and thumbed the door lock open for him and he
got in and smiled at me, saying it wasn't every girl that
knew that was what a guy needed when he had unlocked her
door first. I smiled shrugged and said, well I'm not just
every gal. We both got a good laugh out of that.
So to his place it was, nice two story affair with a garage
underneath and what appeared to be a finished room off to
the side of the garage. He again got out first and came
around and opened my door and let me out. Holding his hand
out for mine and helping me to my feet. I got out and
followed him up the stairs to his kitchen and leaned up
against the bar while he opened a bottle of wine, and
poured two glasses. He offered me one and asked would I
mind sitting a moment while he went and got those earrings.
Sure I replied, and he took a sip of his own wine, set it
down, and was off. After a few moments, he returned with a
little velvet box. Cute I thought, even bothered to put it
in a jewelry box. When I opened the box inside were a pair
of large silver hoops that weren't really just hoops, after
a second glance they were the symbol for woman, large hoops
with a little stud on the back but off the bottom was the
little t shape that differentiated them from the male sign
with the arrow off the upper corner. I smiled and said they
were cute but that they seemed a little large, maybe I
ought to hold off on something so dangly after only wearing
earrings for a few hours. He nodded, then said oh come on,
just for me try them on, if you don't like them well at
least let me see them on someone, I paid a terrible price
for them, and have been looking for someone to model them.
That didn't seem like too much to ask, so I finished my
wine, and said, well I am not so hot at putting in
earrings, why don't you help me. He nodded assent and came
over behind me and took my new hoops out and slid the stud
of each of the new earrings, through the tiny hole. Snick
click I felt the little backs click on, and then nothing.
No weight of the earrings on my lobes nothing. Weightless,
black.
When I woke, everything looked much different. It took me a
minute to figure it out, then I realized that I was on my
back in a king size bed. Covered in satin sheets, and the
fluffiest comforter I had ever laid in or on. That is when
I noticed the little things, like well the cold metal of
the earrings touching my neck next to... next to what felt
like a lot of hair. So I reached up and WOW my hair must
have grown a ton, as it now seemed long enough to reach my
waist, and was the loveliest shade of strawberry blonde. Of
course lifting my arms, made me realize that my arms were
thinner, and my nails must have extended an inch past the
end of my fingers, but neither of those was the thing that
really became the center of my attention. It was the
shifting weight on my chest. I looked down, and low and
behold, on my chest was the perkiest fullest pair of
breasts I had ever seen anywhere, well anywhere but maybe
on a stripper or two I had watched in my younger days. I
sat up and their weight shifted and I felt them hanging off
me like large sacks. WOW. I was seriously gonna need a bra.
That wasn't it though, it seemed that my arms hadn't just
gotten smaller but also smoother, and on a cursory check I
noticed that all of my body hair had disappeared, all but
the long tresses on my head, and my eyebrows. So I parted
my legs to check out just how far the hairlessness went,
and noticed the cutest little pair of pouty pussy lips you
ever did see. Pink like a wad of bubble gum, they were the
only thing that jutted out from my obviously hairless
crotch. Well now I was curious. So I tried probing the
thing with my index finger, but found that it was well,
regrettably just for looks, and wasn't more than an inch
deep.
Just about then you came walking in. All smiles it seemed.
"Happy with the changes I made?" you asked. I looked up at
you shocked, my lips falling into what I meant as a frown
but what ended up as just a terribly sexy pout. No I wanted
to say. I hadn't meant for anything like this to happen,
but all that came out of my mouth was, "Yes thank you so
very much, I hope I can make you as happy with this body as
being in it makes me." Good you replied. I was afraid. I
was way out of control of this situation. I needed to start
to get a grip somewhere. What is it you want? I asked? You
laughed, silly girl, I told you that, I want a trophy wife,
real arm candy, who is reasonably intelligent, knows her
way around the kitchen, and is a totally uninhibited slut
in bed. I just sat there dumb founded. You went on to say,
I am a warlock, that is how I attained this house, and
those earrings. Which by the way you look ravishing in.
Perhaps we shall have to get you pierced again, that pair
looks so good. I just kinda nodded through the amazement.
You went on to explain, at the foot of the bed, was what
would be my toy box. I opened it, and found it full of all
sorts of things, diapers, cock shaped gags, cock shaped
pacifiers, and dildos, vibrators and buttplugs in every
color and texture imaginable.
You told me to get out the pink buttplug. I tried to lean
back from the box and cover myself with the comforter, but
instead, found the body responding against my wishes, and
leaning forward fishing around for the largest pink
buttplug in the box, and digging a moment longer retrieving
a tube of KY. You smiled at me for that. I was totally
weirded out, until the next thing happened. I found myself
turning on my knees and sticking my rear out at you, even
reaching back and pulling my cheeks apart. I found the
position very humiliating as I was so open and exposed, but
the cool satin sheets on my gradually hardening nipples
helped to distract me from the awkwardness of the
situation. You stepped up behind me and picked up the tube,
squeezing a dab out onto my hole, you squeezed a little
more onto the tip of the plug, lined the two up and without
any warning or grace, shoved it in. I felt like I was gonna
pop. Like I had to poop worse than I ever had to in my
life, like I wouldn't be able to hold it in for one second
longer, that is until you slapped me so hard across the ass
cheek that I fell forward on the bed, and the plug settled
into my bowels, and I rolled over instinctively, sitting
up, of course driving the plug in further, but looking as
if I would be able to at least offer some resistance to any
further intrusions. You just smiled at me and said now I
needed my other permanent introduction. At which you went
over to the dresser, opened the top drawer, reached in and
withdrew an hourglass shaped pink corset. My eyes must have
popped out of my head, since I was worried about being able
to do anything in something that looked as if it was going
to need to crush my abdomen nearly in half in order to be
able to wear it properly. I involuntarily help my arms up
and felt you wrap the smooth satin garment around my waist,
hips and breasts, then you started pulling in the laces.
Wait wait wait I was thinking, I don't want this, I don't
even like corsets, they improve posture yes, and provide
support to developing breasts, but, but, I couldn't
remember why I didn't like them. And that worried me even
more. I had to take shorter breaths as I settled into the
garment, and then you began explaining to me. "Baby," you
said, "from now on you will pass each moment of your life
wearing a buttplug and a corset, unless I take it out of
you or off of you. Do you understand?" I nodded, and licked
my lips to raise an objection, but then I noticed, that
licking my lips felt terribly good and that they seemed to
swell out and be almost twice as puffy as they were when I
was a man. I tried to shake the feeling off and raise
another objection, but shaking my head just caused my hair
to fall all into my face. Pbbff. I blew up knocking a few
wisps out of my eyes, what the hell was happening to me.
"Now," you continued, "there will be times I want you out
of those things, of course when you shower you can take off
the corset, with permission, and when you receive your
daily enemas I will be taking out your buttplug. And then
there is the bane of every woman, her monthly visitor, and
like every woman, you too will have something to remind you
that you are nearly a woman. For five days every fourth
week, you will get to remove the plug." My eyes lit up at
that. "But," you went on to say, "during those days, you
will loose all control of your bladder and bowels, and will
have to wear a diaper, which only I will be able to
change."Furthermore," you went on to say high heels and
skirts will be the outfit of everyday, and as a matter of
fact, I doubt you will even find anything else interesting
or even worthy of wearing."
"Now turn around and suck me hard," I heard him say. I had
no real interest in doing just that, but I found myself
turning and opining my mouth to take him in. I felt him
slide over my tongue and push on down into my throat. In
and out several times, until I was sure that the pressure
against the inside back of my neck was going to make me
gag. But it didn't, as a matter of fact, no sooner had I
thought that I wanted him out more than anything, than he
withdrew, and had me turn around. He tugged a little and
pulled the plug out then reached around me and dangled it
in front of my face. "Open up." he said. And I did just to
have the plug shoved unceremoniously into my mouth across
my lips and settle onto my tongue where I could taste my
own rear for the first time.
The shock of being so violated has just started to settle
in when I felt another pressure behind me in-between my
cheeks, where his cock was trying to slip into my ass. When
it popped in, he stopped and said, "You see I have an
incredible ass fetish and yours is perfect, that is why I
chose not to make your vagina anything other than
beautiful, as a hole it is useless and you will always be
obligated to take men in your pretty ass." Hruumph I
mumbled around the plug, to which he sank himself into my
bowels. In and out over and over again until I lost track
of how many times then finally I started to notice just how
nice it felt to have something swelling back there, and
just when I noticed that he swelled up really big, and I
felt my insides coated with warm sticky man juice.
It was a feeling I was to come to know well. He then
withdrew the plug and slipped it back into my ass, telling
me that it would improve my chances of getting pregnant.
When I replied, "But you can't get pregnant from anal sex,"
he replied, "silly girl don't you know that is where
lawyers come from?" and he started to chuckle. Then he came
around to the side of me and wagged his cock in my face,
lick it clean pet, he commanded. And I felt obligated to do
it. I opened my mouth and sucked his cock until it tasted
not of the bowels I had so recently learned to identify but
instead just like my saliva.
When I finished, he told me to go to the bathroom and
freshen up, but that I was not allowed to take the plug
out. I went to the bathroom, tinkled a little, then looked
into the mirror. Wow. It was the first time I had seen the
new me, and I had to admit I was quite a looker. And wait,
my earrings were just hoops now, the little symbol had
disappeared, and now they were just hoops. Now I was
starting to put it together, the earrings changed me. Just
then he opened the door to the bathroom and let himself in
he went to the toilet and sat down. Boxers around his
ankles. "Come pet," he said, and I came to him and knelt
between his knees, I saw his cock in front of my face,
still wet from the last time it was in my mouth. I took it
back into my mouth and sucked him gently. As he squeezed
and pushed and filled the toilet with a fresh turd. When he
was done, I felt him relax and explode in my mouth and I
swallowed it all down.
Then we got up and walked out of the bathroom together and
went to the closet where I saw an entire wardrobe of sexy
revealing clothes designed and cut to fit and show off this
beautiful body of mine perfectly. I stepped in and picked a
cute little mini dress off the hangar and went out and laid
it on the bed. Then I opened the dresser and pulled out a
cute pair of thongs since that was well the only thing
aside from g-strings that I had in the drawer and stepped
in them. Catching on e of the waist bands on my left heel
for a moment before I was able to slide them up and around
my smooth crotch and up in between my round asscheeks,
letting it rest applying a slight pressure on the plug.
Then I unzipped the dress and stepped into it, pulling it
up and over my corset enhanced tiny waist arms thru the
holes and turned so he could zip me in. When he did I did a
little pirouette and stopped facing him, put my arms around
his neck and kissed him. Accepting my new life.
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