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Betrayed By Jennifer Adams I have decided to tell my story in chronological order so I will begin in with the spring of ninety-three. In 1990, I had finally gotten out of fast food and found a job in a factory and moved out on my own at the age of 19. Since my job was over fifty miles away from home I took a basement apartment near the factory. It was dank and cramped, but it to me it was more than a place to live, it was the cornerstone of my independence and my right of passage into manhood. I soon discovered that it was a lot harder than my parents had let on. It took some very hard lessons and a couple of loans from them, to learn how to budget my money and pay all my bills. I spent more than one hungry night in that pit. When my income tax return came back in the spring of '92 I put it in an account with a new online stock trading company and started playing the stocks. My grandfather had taught me about the stock market before he died when I was sixteen. It is too bad that he wasn't really that good at investing in it. Well, he did make an modest amount, but explained that he had started late. Of course, he was mostly interested in the more stable blue chip stuff. Me, I went for the more risky, but more potentially profitable junk stuff. The trick with "junk stock" is to get in and get out. It took me a little while and a lot of my money to figure out a good angle, but once I did, my income soared. By '94, I had earned up to six figures and decided to branch out a little and I got into real estate investing. More specifically, tax leans. I soon found that if you were patient you could obtain properties for pennies on the dollar. I got a couple of multi-family properties. I fixed what was in disrepair and rented them out and quit my factory job. I still had the apartment, I wanted to get a source of income established first. Then I found a nice property with thirty acres and a three bedroom house. By Christmas of '94 I was in my own house. My parents loved it when they came to visit. My Dad and I were sitting on the deck having a couple of beers while Mom busied herself the kitchen. (Hey she insisted) Dad said to me. "David, we want you to know how proud we are that you're doing good for yourself. If only we could get your brother Tim to do as well." I felt that I had to defend my older brother. "Dad, some people do well in food service and Tim is an assistant manager which means that he'll probably get his own restaurant to manage before too long." Dad agreed, but I knew that he and Mom were worried that Tim could do better that he was. Especially since he had asked Becky to merry him. Shortly after that, Tim and Becky arrived and we had a nice holiday. Tim also told me how proud he was of me. That wasn't how it was when we were growing up, but guess things change when you leave home. Another factor in our changed attitudes was the fact that we were both a lot older him being 25 and me 23. In January of '95, while still playing the stock market and renting out apartments was pretty good. I wanted to branch out a little more and so I started buying single family homes and renting them to own, or land contracting them to families who didn't have good enough credit to buy otherwise. I know it was risky, but I was doing well enough to take the risk and it was a hold over from my childhood. I remembered my parents having a hard time buying their first home because of some medical bills they had gotten behind on and it was kind of my way of giving back to the community. Not only that, but it was an excellent residual income. It was right about that time I met Dave Thompson. Or I should say, I re-met him. We had gone to school together, and he was now living in the same town that I lived just outside of. We became fast friends since I we were both named Dave, both went to the same high school, and we both lived a ways from our parent's homes. We started hanging out together, when he wasn't working, he had a job at a convenient store. It turned out that he had a bad run of luck and lost his marriage and job with in months of each other. After a couple of weeks I offered to let him move in and be my roommate. The following Tuesday, I invited him to my Tuesday night poker game since it was my turn to host it. Little did I know that night would change my whole life. Tuesday night found us, all of us, Dave and I, and my other friends: Mike, Tom, and Billy, sitting around the poker table. We were playing card, drinking beer, and just shootin' the breeze. They joked about us being the Daves, as we were quickly becoming known. At one point, I asked Billy to stop smoking as it bothered me. I had to do this often, as Billy would forget I didn't allow smoking in my house. Mike said. "Hey Billy, haven't ya heard? Everybody's quittin'. It just ain't cool anymore." Billy answered. "I've tried. It was easier to start than to stop." Tom chimed in with. "Have you tried the patches? They worked for me." Billy nodded. Mike added. "I used the gum." Tom, Billy, and Dave all said. "Yuck!" Billy added. "Man, that's like chewin' an ashtray!" Dave said. "Well, have you thought about hypnosis?" The rest of us laughed. Dave got defensive. "Hey, it works. I know because I can do it." Still chuckling. Mike said. "Okay, do it. Hypnotize Billy to quit smoking." I added. "Yeah, maybe you could make him suck dicks instead." We all laughed, except for Billy who flipped me off and Dave who was visibly offended. We all sobered up a little and apologized to Dave, but he was still angry. Billy asked if he thought he could really hypnotize him to quit smoking. Dave lightened up a little and told Billy he was sure of it. Billy agreed to let Dave put him under so we put the cards down and went upstairs to the living room. Dave had Billy sit on the sofa and asked me to get him a candle. He lit the candle and had Billy look into the flame. We were all sitting around Billy so we looked at the flame too. Then Billy, "When are you going to do it?" "Yeah?" Mike, Tom, and I agreed. "Right now." Dave replied and held the candle in front of Billy. "Watch the flame, try to relax. You are feeling very relaxed." We all watched Billy slouch a little and let out a small sigh. Dave asked. "How do you feel?" Billy replied in almost a monotone. "Really relaxed." "Good," Dave commented. "I want you to think of smoking cigarettes." He paused. "How does it make you feel." "Good," Billy replied. "Why does it make you feel good?" Dave asked. "Smoking them makes me feel manly. Like a real man." Billy intoned. "I see. Smoking cigarettes is childish, you have to believe that." Dave said. Billy's face contorted slightly and then relaxed again. "Yeah," he said. "It is childish." "Real manly men don't smoke." Dave said. "That's right, manly men don't smoke." Dave asked. "Are you a manly man?" Billy quickly responded. "Yes!" Dave said. "Then you don't smoke cigarettes." "I don't smoke cigarettes." "You hate the taste of them." Dave told him. "I hate the taste of them." "And the smell." Dave continued. "And the smell." Billy repeated. "Only insecure men smoke cigarettes." Dave added. "Only insecure men smoke cigarettes." "Okay now Billy, When I count to three, you will waken refreshed without cigarette cravings and you will recall everything we discussed in this session. One, two, three." Billy took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Dave offered a cigarette and Billy said. "No thanks, smoking is for wimps." We all laughed including Billy. Mike asked. "Really Billy? How do you feel? Don't you want a smoke?" "Nope. It worked." He shook Dave's hand and added. "Thanks man." Then he turned to me and said. "Okay Dave, your turn." "I don't smoke." I defended. "No but you look more prego than my wife." Mike chimed in. "I'm not that fat!" I demanded. "How tall are you? And how much to you weigh?" Tom asked. "I'm five foot eight and I weigh 220lbs. So what. I'm not getting hypnotized and that's that." I swore. After a little more argument. Dave mentioned that he would like to do it to help me. So unexplainably, I sat on the sofa and he held the candle up and told me to relax. I heard Billy say. "Since he wanted you to make my crave dick instead of cigarettes, why don't you make his fat move up to his chest. I think it would be fun for him to have big hooters." I heard the other guys laugh, but I couldn't seem to come out of being relaxed. I suddenly felt a subtle change in Dave and I thought, "uh oh". I opened my eyes and looked at the others. "How do you feel, any different?" Tom asked. "All right, I guess. No, should I?" I asked a little apprehensively. "I just wondered if you were hungry?" Tom asked. I replied. "No." I could sense a feeling of amusement from the others and was a little concerned, but soon the conversation moved on and I forgot all about it. While Dave and I cleaned up the basement from the card game, he asked if I minded if he and the guys watched the game on my big screen on Sunday. He knew I didn't like football and I had taken a lot of abuse in school for it. I just never found it interesting. My father didn't care for it either, perhaps if he had and had shared it with Tim and I, I might have liked it now. I told him that I didn't mind. I was probably going to go visit my folks anyway. He thanked me and we went to bed. That night, I had a strange dream. I dreamt that I was standing on a beach in a bikini, the top was loose and my stomach hung over the bottom a little, but if I sucked my gut in, I could see my equipment in the panty part. I thought it was disgusting, but here is the strange part. What I thought was disgusting was the size of my stomach compared to my lack of breasts. It also struck me that I was entirely too hairy. When I woke in the morning, the dream faded, but the memory of how I looked in that bikini was filed in my brain. I went to the kitchen for breakfast and Dave was eating bacon and eggs with toast. Somehow it didn't look good to me, so I had an apple with my coffee. I figured it must be from my hypno session and went on with my day. Lunch was a fruit salad from a local deli and dinner was a vegetable salad. My meals were the same for the rest of the week. On Sunday, I stayed home and played the good host. I got beers for the guys and I fixed snacks. When I wasn't fixing or serving, I would read a Cosmo magazine I picked up at the store on Saturday. That night I dreamt of being on the beach in a bikini, but this time my stomach was a little slimmer and the top was pushed out by two small bumps. They were barely noticeable, but I felt a sense of pride. I also felt more disgusted by the hair on my body and the thinning hair on my head. In the morning, after an orange and coffee, I called a permanent hair removal place and set up an appointment. I decided to check on one of my rentals and got in the car. I pulled up at the house with a day dream where I went to a doctor's office and went inside. I didn't even catch the doctor's name or what kind of doctor he was, but I seemed to have made an appointment with him. I went into his office and I began telling him all about how I felt like a woman trapped in a man's body and that all I wanted to do was become a woman. Then he gave me a referral to another doctor and I left. When Tuesday night came, poker was at my house again, only I didn't feel like playing. I tried, but I couldn't seem to concentrate on my cards. I served beer and chips and read a romance novel. I don't know why, I really hate the things, but I found this one interesting. I would find myself fantasizing about being the woman in the book and having a man touch me. I would freak out and toss the book down, only to pick it up again after taking more beer to the guys. That night, my dream progressed to the point where a ghostly woman appeared beside me. I looked at her with longing. I wanted to look like her. She had large breasts pushing out her bikini top, her stomach was taunt and her hips flared out so nicely I knew men would like them. I looked at myself, wearing an identical bikini and my stomach was a little smaller and my breasts a little bigger. The thought of me with breasts startled me a little, but I began to warm up to the idea. I went to the other doctor and also to the hair removal place. I also went to a hair restoration clinic. I explained that I wanted to have a feminine hairline since I would soon be living full time as a woman. This was all done in a haze. After a couple of weeks, the changes were beginning to show and some other things began to change about me as well. Little by little, my clothing was disappearing and being replaced by more and more feminine clothing. I didn't have dresses or anything like that. I think if I had, I might have gotten worried enough to do something. My cotton briefs were replaced by nylon briefs and those were replaced but white cotton panties. I began wearing muscle type undershirts and they slowly got shorter and shorter. I didn't know who was doing this and how it was happening, all though, I did have some hazy memories about shopping in women's departments. Some where around this time, I found make up in my room and for some reason I began to apply it on poker nights and for Sunday football. The odd thing was that none of the guys seemed to notice that their friend was wearing make up and feminine looking clothing. More accurately, they didn't find it out of place on me. They all noticed. I saw them "checking me out" like a woman. The dreams continued and in them, my body was becoming more and more like the ghost image. It was also happening in real life. My stomach was lot trimmer since I only ate fruits and vegetables and nothing else. I couldn't bring myself to even eat bread with butter on it. My last weigh in I was well under 200lbs. Somewhere around 175lbs. My nipples were getting big and puffy and my fatty chest didn't seem to be going away with my stomach. In fact, it was beginning to look like breasts were beginning to take shape on my chest. In the back of my mind somewhere, I was getting a little concerned, but for some reason, I just didn't let it surface. After all, it wasn't like anyone would notice them. I also noticed that my hips were beginning to look bigger and my butt was looking a bit rounder as well. I could feel it jiggle as I walked. I also discovered that many of my habits and interests had begun to change. Like on Tuesday nights, I no longer wanted to play poker with the guys. I was more content to serve them food and drinks on Tuesdays and Sundays, which had become a new weekly ritual to have it at my house. I found that at the video store, I leaned more towards drama type things and veered away from action/macho type movies. I also found that I was quickly loosing interest in the stock market. Preferring to read the Living section of the paper. Another thing I noticed that should have disturbed me most of all, yet didn't. I was pulling away from my family. I was also beginning to get perturbed by the things that they did or said when I did get around them. That all came to a head, when they noticed how feminine I was becoming and said something about it. Each one quietly mentioned it to me. I became enraged and told them to stay away from me. As time went on and my body changed more and more, I realized that as my stomach decreased, my breasts increased. The hair restoration was a success and the removal went just as well. The hair on my head was now to my shoulders. My eyebrows were thinner and had more a unisex look. Other than that I was completely hairless. About six months after the hypno session with Dave I took stock of myself and realized that I looked more female than male. I was down to about 140lbs. My hips were a little wider than my waist and my breasts were becoming quite prominent. Without facial hair and my thinner eyebrows and longer hair. I had all the markings of a young girl. A little tall, but otherwise that is what was looking back at me from the mirror lately. This is when things really took a nose dive. One Sunday after the game Dave asked me to bring another round into the living room and to get something for myself. I brought in beers for the guys and got myself a glass of white wine. When I returned, Dave said something to me I didn't quite catch, but I stopped where I was and turned to face him. He said. "Now it is time to come out of the closet with all of this. You are beginning to look far to pretty to continue being subtle. You will remember everything about this session except for your suggestion phrase. Dave, I have a confession to make. I am not really your friend. I loathed you from the day we re-met and I found out how successful you were. I couldn't understand how some fat ass could make out so well while I was stuck with the shit I had. I was a night clerk for cryin' out loud, and you did nothing to help me out of that. My ex-used hypnosis to control me. I found the books on it and learned how to do it too. I realized that I had to get away from her and find my own pot of gold somewhere and I did, yours. When Billy told me to give you tits, I realized that I could not only have your wealth, but have you as a toy as well. I hypnotized you and the others and gave all of you trance-phrases. Over the last several months, I used yours to turn you into the babe you are becoming. You still have a ways to go, but you look good enough to start. Now Strip!" I was stunned an wanted to run, but his trance-phrase must have kept my body from responding to my commands. I was pretty scared and helpless to do anything about and about to get even more helpless. As I tried to get my body to walk away, I realized that I was taking my clothes off. When I was completely naked, Mike, Billy and Tom started laughing. Dave continued. "As you can see that saying that you wouldn't do anything you would not normally do is a myth." He chuckled. "From now on, you will answer to anything I call you. Also, you must do everything I tell you to do whether you want to or not. You will think of yourself as a man but present yourself as a woman unless I tell you otherwise." I could feel an invisible noose tightening around my neck. At the same time the other three were still laughing at my situation. "When I count to three, you awaken feeling very frightened and very much like a man pretending to be a woman but you will be unable to talk about it unless I give you permission. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good girl. One, two, three." I woke with a little start and turned to leave. Dave said. "Stop right there Bitch," and my body stopped moving. He went on. "You may not leave my presence without permission, nor may you leave this house unless I say you can. Now come back here." Without wanting to, I turned around and walked back the couple steps I had taken. He laughed and turned to the others and said. "Who wants a blowjob?" I swallowed a lump in my throat as the others readily agreed. "Well decide who will be first after me." Dave replied and turned to me. "On your knees bitch, no biting or I'll have your teeth removed." Again, without a conscious thought, I complied. I did each one in turn. Dave said they would give my asshole a work out, but it would be saved for another time. That night, I laid in bed in my baby-doll nightie and thought about everything that had happened. I didn't know what I was going to do since I had to obey him in everything. It dawned on me that if he really wanted to, he could tell me to off somewhere and kill myself and I would probably do it, leaving him blameless. When I woke I went to the kitchen in my nightwear and ate my breakfast of an apple and returned to my room to get dressed as instructed. I put a binder over my breasts and pulled my hair back into a low pony tail and then put a three piece suit over the binder and panties. I wore no make up. I met Dave in the livingroom and he explained that the next couple of days, we were going to be transferring all my assets to him. All but my savings account which I was to use to further my transition into a female slave girl. The last thing he told me before we left the house was to enjoy being a man today since it was the last time and that after we were finished, the only pants I would be wearing would be tight and clingy. Dave drove and we spent the day transferring all my land and stock holdings into Dave's name. This included my home. When asked if this was what I wanted to do, I explained the way I had been told to, that I was leaving the area and moving out of state and that Dave and I had made an arrangement. The clerks would raise an eyebrow but there was nothing they could say since it was my wishes and my business. Of course, I couldn't tell them that I was being controlled against my wishes, and that I was being turned into a female slave against my will. Even if Dave weren't sitting next to me. When we returned home I was told to get out of my silly costume and into more appropriate clothing. I had no idea what that was, but when I got to my room I instinctively seemed to know to remove the suit and hang it and remove my binding. As if on its own, my body began moving. I put on make up and styled my hair in the most feminine manner I had seen it. I put on a white lacy bra and matching panties, tucking to get that flat look. I was able to check the tag and it read 36B. I also noted that "my" breasts fit snugly into the cups of the bra. Then for the first time, I slid suntan pantyhose up my smooth legs as though I had done it all my life. I stopped long enough to look in the mirror and my gender appeared obvious. I was a woman. Anyone seeing me would say I was a woman in her underwear. I added a white silky blouse and a tight, short skirt. Finally, I put a pair of black strapped high heeled sandals on my feet. I had no idea where these things came from except for a vague memory of purchasing them. I went downstairs and presented myself for Dave's inspection. He commented on what a pretty girl I was and then told me to go make him some dinner. After dinner, Dave uttered the phrase I can't quite hear and I stood motionless once again. Even in heels, Dave towered over me a little bit. Dave looked me up and down and said. "Now it's time to get you a new voice. I want you to say. 'I want to suck a big fat cock,' when I tell you to." I nodded. "Okay say it." "I want to suck a big fat cock." "Raise the pitch of you voice a little and say it again." "I want to suck a big fat cock." "A little higher pitch, again." "I want to suck a big fat cock." "Good, keep the pitch, but say it breathier." "I want to suck a big fat cock." "That's it. This is now your normal speaking voice. Now, lower the pitch just a little like you said it before." "I want to suck a big fat cock." "There! That is as low as your voice will go. You may never speak in lower tones than that. Say it again normally." "I want to suck a big fat cock." Now I had the voice of a woman. "Okay, in public you will refer to yourself as Dawna. Your legal name is Dawna Marie Pendelton. All your doctors know you as formerly Jeffery David Pendelton who legally changed her name to Dawna Marie. I made it so that no one will know that you were ever David Holmes. You can never tell anyone that you are really David Holmes. Isn't that nifty? You will also use female for gender. You are 22 years old and your date of birth is March 13, 1979. You are 5 foot 7 inches tall and you weigh 135lbs." Once again I was stunned. Thanks to Dave's handy work, I would never be able to prove I had a right to my fortune even if I could get away from Dave's control. "When I count to three, you will awaken with the new changes. One, two, three. Tell me your legal name." I really tried to say that my name was David Mitchel Holmes, but what came out of my mouth was. "My name is Dawna Marie Pendelton." My voice startled me and I used it as natural as could be. "How old are you?" Again I fought to say 24, but... "Twenty-two," was what came out, only slightly deeper. Dave laughed sadistically. "Here's the fun one." Dave said with glee. "What is your gender?" I tried so hard to say 'male', that my face turned red and contorted. That only made Dave laugh even more sadistically. "Female." Is what I said. Dave took my arm and said. "Well, you look like a pretty girl, and you sound like a pretty girl. Let's go and make you more beautiful." He produced a black purse and guided me out the door and to the car. Dave pulled up in front of a drug store and said. "Dinner sucked! As punishment, you are to take your purse and go into the store and ask the pharmacist to direct you to where the tampons are. Then you will buy a box and ask the cashier if there is a ladies room you can use. In the ladies room, you will insert one of them into your ass and return to me with the empty tube." I was mortified. I tried to stay in the car, but my body took on a mind of its own and I was standing on the sidewalk. I stood there for a few moments willing myself to walk away, but I couldn't move, the best I could do was to keep from moving at all. Dave leaned out the window and half whispered. "Hurry up, Bitch, we ain't got all night!" I jumped at the word bitch and that got me moving. Against my will, I walked into the store and all the way to the back where the druggist counter was and asked the man behind it where the tampons where. I wanted to die of shame as he said. "They are in isle four, Miss. Right where it says feminine hygiene products." I thanked him with pretty new voice and headed to isle four where I picked up the first box that said tampons and headed to the check out. As instructed, I asked for the ladies room. Of course, I was unlucky enough for the clerk to feel sorry for me and let me use the employee's restroom. I pulled down my hose and my panties and followed the directions and put the tube in my purse. I tried to put the box in too, but it wouldn't fit. I put back in the bag and headed out to the car. I showed the tube to Dave who said. "Throw it in that can over there." I had to get out and walk to the trash can and get back in the car. When I got back in Dave said. "Good Girl. Now you will wear that until bed time so that you will remember to do a better job on dinner the next time." I nodded my head softly and stared at the floor of the car. Dave said. "Thank me for caring enough to teach you how to be a good girl." "Thank you Dave, for teaching me to be a good girl." I started to cry, but Dave told me to stop or I would ruin my make up. I immediately stopped crying. We rode in silence for a little while and then Dave said. "I want you to look and act happy at all times. I want you to act like you want nothing more than to be my bitch." I felt my lips curl into a smile and my eyes blinked. I felt a slight euphoria, but it was hollow. We pulled up in front of a tattoo and piercing place and I was directed to follow him in and request ear piercing. While I was getting my ears pierced, Dave asked the man to look at my nipples to see if they were ready to be pierced yet. He agreed and Dave told me. "Bare em slut!" I took my blouse off and the removed my bra. The man looked at my nipples and then he poked one and then the other. He pushed my breasts together and let them go quickly so the bounced to and fro a little. Then he turned to Dave and asked. "They still growin'?" Dave said they were and the man said. "It would be best to wait until they stop growing, but I can do 'em now if you want." Dave thought a moment and said. "I think we'll wait a little while." The man looked back at my bare breasts and said. "You can put you clothes back on, Honey." I continued to sit bare breasted. "They sure are a cute pair." The man added. Finally, Dave told me that I could put my bra and blouse back on and to thank the man for the compliment. So I did both and then wrote the man a check and signed it Dawna in feminine script. I figured the last was more of Dave's handy-work along with having my savings transferred into Dawna's name. Next he took me to an expensive ladies shop where I tried clothing on for two hours and wrote another check. We ended the evening at an all-night department store where I purchased a couple of bikinis that Dave liked on me along with some spandex shorts and sports bras. I was also allowed to purchase a couple pairs of jeans, denim shorts and feminine T-shirts. When we got home, I put my clothes away and then served Dave a beer. He had me massage his feet while he watched the news. After the news, I had to suck him after I was made to beg to do it. He didn't feel that my begging was sincere enough so he made me crave sperm. Just before he went to bed, he told me that in the morning, I was to pack up all my male clothing, and anything else masculine that Dave didn't want so we could donate them to charity for real men to wear. I was also told to wake him at seven sharp and to be properly dressed in the outfit he picked out earlier. I was to also have breakfast ready when I woke him. In the morning, I showered and fixed my hair and make up and dressed in a short denim skirt and a powder blue T-shirt. I fixed breakfast and woke Dave. While he ate, I packed the last of my male clothing. After he ate, I had my apple and a cup of coffee. While I ate, Dave picked through my things and took what he wanted. When I finished my breakfast, I cleaned the kitchen and finished packing my male stuff. Then I had to move what was left into the small room in the basement. This was to be my new room. I had to help Dave move into the master bedroom and set his things up. Of course, he kept my waterbed, entertainment center and dressers. When we were finished, Dave told me to get my purse and he had to help me load my things in the back of my Porche. I started to protest, but he said. "Shut up. It's mine now. If I need you to drive yourself anywhere, you can use my car. I turned and looked at his beat up Escort. It was quite a step down, as if I had any choice. After we dropped my clothes off, he took me to a beauty salon. Before we went in, he put into an trance and told me to pay attention to how they fixed me up and to remember all of the their recommendations for me. Then he brought me out of the trance and told me to get out and go inside and to tell them I had an appointment. Then he told me to call HIS house when I was finished and he drove away. Inside, I did indeed have an appointment and what was to be done to me had already been arranged for me by my "boyfriend". I studied as they gave me acrylic nails and painted them pink. I watched as I was given a pedicure. Next, I was taken to a chair and given a wash, cut and style. I remembered every brush stroke. My make up was removed and then a stylist re-applied make up. Again, I studied every stroke. When I was shown to a mirror, I wanted the girl that looked back at me and now I knew how to re-create that look and would probably have to every day. When I was finished, I called Dave and he came and collected me. I got in the car and he said. "Whoa, you're a babe." As instructed, I thanked him demurely. At home, I got started on the wings and things I would serve to my ex-poker buddies, while the played cards with their new friend. An hour before they were to arrive, Dave came into the kitchen and put back in a trance and said. "I just want to add a couple conditions. Until mid-night you can say tell us how you really feel, but only when asked directly and until mid-night you can tell any of us that you are Dave Holmes. Hmm, what else. Oh yeah! You will act sexy and demure at all times. You may never raise your voice above normal talking. No matter what any of us do to you, you will be appreciative and thank us. You will feel very masculine but act extremely feminine. The humiliation you feel will turn you on, but you can only get an erection if I say you can. Your nipples are hyper-sensitive and until mid-night, the tone of your voice will raise slightly." He brought me out of my trance and told me to thank him and then go put on what he had laid out for me. I said. "Thank..." I tried to clear my throat and tried again. "Thank you, Dave." I sounded like a little girl. I was horrified and the look on my face must have shown it because Dave laughed at me. "That's perfect. Now go on." He smacked my butt as I left the room. The guys arrived and brought them beers dressed in thong bikini bottom and pink half T-shirt that had "Sweet Little Slut" embroidered in aqua letters across my breasts. Just before the guys got to the door, Dave tweaked each nipple so they stood erect. "Much better." He said. All four of the guys were staring at me and Billy, Mike, and Tom were amazed. They asked if I was really David and they were told to ask me. I told them that I was and that I needed their help. They all started laughing at me. I tried to yell at them, but my pitch just got higher sounding even more silly than before. I said. "But I'm a man, I shouldn't be humiliated like this." They just laughed harder. When they calmed down a bit. Mike guided me to the bathroom mirror with the others following. He stood out of view and told me to look in the mirror and tell him how many men I saw there. I told him 'one', much to their amusement. "Really?" He asked. "That looks like a man to you?" I looked at the mirror and saw a young woman with pert breasts and hard nipples. "I don't look like a man, but I am one!" I attempted to demand, but it came out sounding silly again and they laughed. Dave said. "Hey man. I got a better one. What's your legal name?" "Dawna Marie Pendelton." I replied. Billy mused. "Strange name for a man." They laughed. Dave asked. "Gender?" "Female." Was my reply. Mike said. "See? Even you say that you're a chick." I was beginning to turn reddish-pink. "What a pretty, girlie color you are." Dave said. "Here you go guys and then we'll get down to the business of playing cards." They all quieted down and Dave asked. "Sex?" "Only with men." I replied and slapped my hands over my mouth as they broke into fresh peels of laughter and walked out of the bathroom. I took a moment to sit on the pot and pee. Then I realized that I had just done it like a girl and I began to cry in frustration. Only it was the new cry Dave programmed me with. I had no tears. I quickly headed to the kitchen to prepare to serve the snacks. Only tonight when I wasn't serving them, I had to prance around the basement. All night, I was pinched, and poked, prodded and squeezed. Each time I had to turn and thank my tormentor for it. They also took great pleasure in ordering me around my own house and calling me things like slut, bitch and whore. After a particular lull in the game. Tom asked me how I felt about being turned into a girl and I began to tell him. It looked like someone was finally willing to listen and possibly help me. As I talked about how I hated being turned into a girl and then being ordered around my own house like a maid, I began to get aroused. I could see my nipples hardening under my shirt and a twitch in my groin. I explained that it was horrible how even my beautiful car had been taken from me. My hopes were dashed when Tom told me to lift my shirt and play with my nipples with one hand and lower my panties and play with my dick with the other while I talked. I rubbed my hard nipples and stroked my flaccid penis while telling them all the indignities I had suffered. Dave told me I could get off, but catch the mess and that I should use my tongue to clean it up. I was panicked, but the other guys chuckled and went back to playing cards while I stroked my flaccid member to orgasm and did as I was told. They did make some crude comments while I did this, but that was all. As the evening wore down and I served the last round of beer, they began counting their chips. Dave said. "The guy with the most chips wins the slut's first blowjob of the night." My eyes widened. Billy noticed and chuckled. "You don't have to go off too far. You'll be wrappin' those hot lips around my pecker 'fore ya know it." He winked and I shuddered. I still hadn't gotten used to that and doubted that I ever would. That was probably how Dave wanted it anyway. It was only a matter of minutes before Billy's statement held true and my lips were wrapped around his 'pecker'. I cried my silent, tearless cry while the others played with my breasts and butt. At one point, I felt my panties being pulled down and a finger sliding up and down my butt-crack. I jumped a little and Dave laughingly told me to relax. I did. Then I felt something larger than a finger begin to probe around my rectum and I tried to squirm away. Dave told me to hold my ass still and I did. It felt wet and slippery as it concluded its search and began to slowly work its way inside of me. There was a little pain, but I was effectively gagged so my protests were barely audible, even to me. In moments, I had a penis inside me at either end. Dave started pumping away which rocked me back and forth with my mouth on Billy, much to his delight. When Billy was done, Tom took his place and Mike took Dave's place when he was done. It was some time before I allowed to get up and even then, I wasn't allowed to get cleaned up. I was told to clean up from the game first. I felt so dirty that I just wanted to take a shower. I hurried and cleaned up so I could shower. I ended up crying myself to sleep that night. The following morning, I was dressed in skirt and blouse and in "my" new car (the Escort). I went to the psychiatrists office like I had been for the last six months without my knowledge. I told him everything Dave told me to say and he was pleased that I was now venturing out in more feminine attire. After that I went to visit my surgeon. I didn't know I had one, but I found out that I had several upcoming surgeries scheduled. Apparently, I was to have my eyes widened, my nose thinned and shrunk. My cheekbones augmented and my collagen injected into my lips. I got the collagen in the office at that appointment and I also got an estrogen shot. Again, I couldn't say anything that Dave hadn't permitted me to say so I couldn't tell any of them that this was being done against my will. I was beginning to give up on trying to resist. It seemed to only lead to frustration. I returned home to my chores. As the weeks passed, Dave made several changes. One was my diet. He slowly increased my caloric intake. He explained that since he commanded my shrinking fat cells to move to my breasts, but hand hips to help the estrogen along, increasing my calories would allow my fat cells to grow and enhance my budding figure. I was also made to lay on the floor and eat and drink from dog dishes. I also had to serve Dave's food and eat my own food in only a pair of panties. There were a couple of exceptions made while my face healed, but then I was made to go right back to it. I couldn't believe how pretty I was after my face healed up. There was no way I would be mistaken for a guy now. Dave and the guys said that my new lips felt much better at "blowjob time". Dave was right, the new diet did fill me out. I graduated into 36C bras I also needed large panties, skirts and pants. The guys were thrilled. One day, about three months after I was officially turned into Dave's slave girl, I was tanning in a pink bikini as ordered when April showed up. April was Billy's wife. When she saw me, she immediately called me a bitch and told me to leave her husband alone. Then she slapped me. I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything. Dave heard the commotion and came out of the house. He introduced himself and told her I was his girlfriend. When she asked about where I was, the real me, he explained that Dave had moved back home and that it was just he and his girlfriend here. Then he offered her a cup of coffee to talk about what was bothering her. After a couple of minutes she reluctantly accepted. I was told to go back to tanning. As I tanned, I thought about how humiliated I was at having April see me in a bikini and thinking I was a girl who was having an affair with Billy. Well, I guess I was having an affair of sorts. I was having sex with him, all though not by my choice. I blushed at the thought. When my tan time was over, I went back into the house. I could hear noises coming from Dave's bedroom and had a pretty good idea just what it was that they were discussing. I changed into my cleaning clothes and began my house work. My cleaning clothes consisted of a denim mini-skirt and a cotton pull over. I washed and folded Dave's clothing. I had to wash my clothes separate because I had to use a more feminine scented detergent on them. I had just finished ironing Dave's shirts when he called me on the intercom. "Hey bitch. Come up to my bedroom." I turned the iron off and went upstairs. There was April laying spread on the waterbed and Dave was sitting beside her. She looked at me with curiosity and asked. "Are you really Dave?" I turned red and nodded. "I can't believe this. You look so good as a girl I thought you were a one." She said with amazement. I blushed again, only not at the compliment, but that the insult behind it. "Thank you." I said as I was programmed to say. Dave ordered me to strip and I complied. As if I had a choice. She laughed at how feminine my body was and insisted on playing with my breasts. Dave told me that she was messy and that I needed to clean her up. He also told me to be happy to do it, even though I had sworn off women. I did as I was told. After I cleaned her up and helped her bath. In just a pair of sheer panties, I fixed and served them lunch. After I cleaned up their lunch, I got to eat mine. She thought it was funny to watch me lay on the floor to eat with my "boobs" as she put it smashed on the floor. Just before she left, she asked Dave if she could borrow me twice a week to clean her house. Dave said that was a wonderful idea and thus began my being a maid for loan. Shortly after that, Tina, Mike's wife came around I was loaned out to her. Then Mandy, Tom's wife came by and set up to have her house cleaned by me. Of course, the trade off was while I cleaned their houses, they would be here with Dave. Dave smoothed the whole thing over with Billy, Tom and Mike. Not that they really minded too much, they got sole rights to me while I was in their house. I had been turned into an regular domesticated slut. After a few more months of this. I went to the doctor to set up "the operation". I cried all the way home, I was going to loose my last hold on my former gender and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. A little over a year after all of this began, I had the first part of the two step operation. It was pretty painful, but most of the pain was emotional. It wasn't long afterwards, that it was completed and I officially became a woman. Oh, I still had to wear the stretcher and bandages for a little while, but I was now the owner of a vagina. It along with my now 36D breasts were all I owned anymore. The guys really enjoyed the fact that I now had a "pussy" and used it as often as they did my other orifices. I slowly began to settle into the role that Dave forced me into. I had finally come to the realization that there was nothing I could do about it anyway so I may as well make the most of it. I still had a hard time having sex with men and satisfying their wives orally, only made me miss my penis and the ability to use it on them. I now had the looks every woman dreams of and it was my worst nightmare. Even I had to admit that I was quite a beauty and very sexy. I was a regular surgical marvel. When I was sent out in public, I turned every male head. Of course, having to wear low cut tops and tight, short skirts with heels did quite a bit to encourage this. Wrapped in all this feminine finery was the soul of a man. After I healed up from my surgery, I was allowed to wear pants. Not only was I allowed, I was ordered to wear Capri pants and spandex. Dave said he wanted me to show the world my smooth crotch. He even made me pull up on the front so I had a "camel toe" and I was made to walk around town doing errands like that. The ensemble was completed with a thin halter or tight top and a half cup bra so my big dark nipples would be more than evident. I also became more of a hit on poker night, or as the guys called it, "poke-her" night. I usually served them in lingerie. That seemed to invite more pokes and prods than when I was naked. About six months after my reassignment surgery, Dave decided that I should get my "clitoris" pierced. He still wanted to wait on my nipples to see if he could get my breasts to grow into a double D cup. I was sent back to the tattoo and body piercing shop by myself and told to ask for a clit ring. I was also ordered to have "Bitch" tattooed on my ass. It was the same guy who did my ears and he was quite impressed with my changes and took great pleasure in working on my "pussy" as he called it. Everyone was amused and said they really liked my new ring and tattoo. Since I no longer had male equipment between my legs I usually had to serve the guys and their wives in the nude. A couple of months later, I did reach Dave's goal of double D cups and I was "rewarded" with two inch nipple rings and a butterfly tattoo on my right breast. That also met with the other's approval. For the most part, my life became pretty mundane. After a while humiliation becomes so common place that it is no longer humiliating. I don't think Dave realized this. Because even with his constant reinforcement I was no longer feeling humiliated. I still felt like I was a man trapped in a woman's body, but that was probably because that is was I was. I still hated being used as a female sex toy, but I didn't feel embarrassed about it. I just carried on with my life as horrible as it had turned out. Dave constantly reinforced most of my hypnotic suggestions. I heard him telling one of the others that it was necessary or suggestions would wear off over time. He must have been reinforcing the others without their knowledge. I had figured out that he must have suggest them to like what was happening to me. At first, I thought they all turned on me, but later I began to suspect that it was Dave's doing. When April discovered me and went in the house mad. Then she ended up, not only in bed with Dave, but liking the idea of me being turned into a slut and forced to perform sexual favors on her husband. That confirmed it. I knew we were all being manipulated by Dave, but there was nothing I could do about it. Since I wasn't permitted to talk about it and none of them suspected that Dave was telling them how to feel and act. Everything changed one spring day in 1999. It was poker night and I was getting ready for the evening. Dave had gone out to collect rent at "his" properties while I cleaned and prepared snacks. Dave wasn't home for lunch so I just had a salad in my dog dish and went back to work on the house. At Seven, Billy showed up and felt me up a little as was his norm. Dave still wasn't home, so I put a movie on for him and got him a beer. A few minutes later, Mike showed up and after he squeezed my breasts he was having a beer with Billy. Dave still hadn't returned home. Tom arrived a little time later and squeezed my butt. He joined the others. Still no sign of Dave. At seven-thirty a car pulled in the driveway and thought it was Dave, but when I looked out the window. It was a police cruiser. I called to the guys and they came to get the door while I ran to my room to put some clothing on. When I returned from the basement, there was an officer standing near the door. He looked at me and said. "Are you Miss Pendelton?" "Yes." I replied in a childish voice. Dave had programmed me to have every Tuesday until mid-night. "I am sorry to have to tell you this, but your boyfriend David Thompson was killed in a traffic accident. I'm sorry we didn't notify you right away, but he was unconscious and didn't have his ID on him. He regained consciousness long enough to tell us his name and address and that you were his Significant Other. I'll need you to come and identify the body." The officer said solemnly. I was stunned. My enslavement was over. I was free. I was a woman. I owned nothing. I just nodded and said. "Okay." Mike, Billy, and Tom all acted like stoic friends and offered to come along with me. I rode with the officer and the others followed along behind me. When I saw the body. I broke into real tears and wailed. I knew it was another command from Dave for two reasons. The first was that I cared more about the Porche being wrecked than I did about Dave's demise. I hated him. The other reason was, this was the first time tears fell from my eyes in nearly five years. The guys took me home and we had sex. I still had needs imposed on me. That night, I cried myself to sleep, but this time it was from joy. I was finally free. Having been turned into a woman didn't matter as much as being free from Dave. Free to do what I wanted, when I wanted. Well, not really, I was still under the compulsions from Dave, but if what he said was true, I they would eventually fade and that meant that the end of this was in site. There was a small funeral and we all played our parts, probably as we had been instructed. A couple of days later, we all had to go to a reading of Dave's will. I didn't know he had made one. I sat in stunned silence as I listened to Dave giving all my stuff away to everyone but me. When the will finally did get to me, I was given all my clothes and make-up. That was all. The will went on to say that he had spent way too much money on me already. I was also handed an envelope with a video tape and I was given ten days to vacate my house as the house and contents were to be sold and the proceeds would go in trust funds for Dave's kids. Mike and Tina had given me a ride to the lawyer's office, but I was left to walk home. It was five miles home and I was wearing a short black skirt, pink blouse and high heeled sandals. I couldn't believe he had done this to me. After everything else he did, he even left me without a place to live. When I got home, I put the tape in and turned it on. Even though I was tired from my walk. I stood in front of the television. I was not allowed on furniture. Dave's face filled the big screen. "Hi Slut!" It said. "Well, I guess this means I am dead, you're still here and on your way out of MY house." It laughed. That phrase was uttered again and I removed my clothes stood straight. My hands moved, my left to the right nipple and the right moved to my crotch and slid a finger inside my vagina. The television said. "Good Girl, that's the way I like you, naked and horny. You'll not remember the rest of this..." The next thing I knew, I was standing in the living room with snow on the screen and I was fully dressed. The cassette was laying on the floor with broken tape at either side of it. I wondered where the tape was until I stepped forward to retrieve the cassette and felt a crinkling in my vagina. "Damn Him!" I said aloud. It was that little girl voice he had given me on Tuesdays. I pulled my hose and panties down and reached inside myself with my thumb and finger to pull the tape out. Everything was a sticky, sloppy mess. I pulled it out slowly and felt it scrape my vaginal lips. It was kind of hard to believe that I had stuffed all that tape inside. When I had gotten the last of it out, my body took on a mind of its own again and I hobbled off and got scissors and cut the tape into tiny pieces. Then I put them all on a baking sheet and put them in the oven until it all melted into a brown glob. I pulled my panties and hose up, only to discover that they were a sloppy mess as well so I removed them. I put the baking sheet on the stove to cool and I went to put on clean clothes. I returned to the kitchen nude as I was unable to dress. I threw the baking sheet and the brown glob in the trash and went to clean up my mess in the living room. For the next nine days. I couldn't get dressed so I cleaned the whole house in the nude. Ninth night, I packed up all my clothing, make up and jewelry. On the morning of the tenth day. I left my house and walked into town. I went to the pawn shop and pawned all my jewelry and bought a bus ticket to Nevada. This whole time I was like a rider in my own body. Went to the lawyer's office and dropped off the keys to the house and got on a bus going to Nevada. When I got to Nevada, I registered with the state as a prostitute and got a job at a whore house. Well, they're not called that, but that is what they are. I did my new job with zeal, as false as it was. I had also been trained well so I was pretty good. I never told them that I hadn't been born a female nor was I allowed to tell how I became a female. Slowly, while I was working there I began to loose Dave's hold on me. I guess the whore house thing was his last humiliation for me, but as I said, I was beyond that. I also began to actually enjoy sex and having my body touched. I guess Dave had suppressed my body's sensations because they came back slowly over time and only after Dave was no longer around to influence me. It's been a year since I came to work here and now I am leaving to return home. I have been writing to my parents about my ordeal as I had been able to. They were a little shocked when to find out that I was now a woman. It did take me a little while to convince them that I was really their son. After I convinced them, they wanted to come and get me right away, but I told them not to come. I didn't want them to see me as a whore even though they knew it. Not only that, but my compulsions were still too strong. I still feel them a little and some I might keep until I die. I am nervous about meeting them after all I have been through. They tried to rescue me but I was made to push them away before they fully knew what was going on. I applied, removed and re-applied my make up three times this morning just make sure it was flawless and not overdone as I had been used to doing for the past year. I don't think that Dave intended it to happen, but a year in as a hooker had really helped me come to terms with a lot. I mean, I don't really want to be a woman, but that's what I am so I must live with it. Being angry and trying to fight what I am will only cause me more pain and I'll be doing exactly what Dave wanted me to do and I am done with that! At least, I am finally free to start my life over. Oh, here is my bus, I gotta go. FIN