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Sweet Revenge By Stephanie Davids Chapter 1 Consciousness had very slowly begun to creep back into my mind when a pneumatic drill joined it, tap dancing around the room. Taking a deep breath I went to squeeze my temple to reduce the pounding sensation. To my horror, I found that I couldn't move my right arm, I tried my left arm, same result. With a start I opened my eyes and discovered I could see myself looking back from a large mirror in the ceiling. The bed I was on had no covers so I was able to see my spread-eagled form lying on a white-sheeted mattress. My wrists and ankles where secured to the corner posts of the bed by short chains and leather cuffs. I briefly struggled to free myself but a few hard tugs quickly convinced me that I wasn't going anywhere. Having failed to extract myself from my bonds I next tried shouting in the hope to attract a passing rescuer, five hoarse minutes later I realised that no-one was going to come before my voice gave out completely. Realising that I was going to be here for a while I needed something to do in order to protect my sanity so I set out to discover how I had got into this predicament. My name is Richard and I am an ordinary 21 year old male, at least I was before all this started. During the week I work in a large office- call centre where most of my colleagues are female. Weekends are for football and drinking, I have always liked to think of myself as a real man's man. The previous evening had started all right. I had met my friends in the "Dog & Duck" as normal. After a few drinks there we moved to the city centre with its host of nightclubs. Eventually we ended up at "Brannigans" where the drink continued to flow freely. I remember seeing a stunning blonde across the other side of the club and headed across. When I got nearer I saw that she was with two friends, one a short fat red-head, the other an obvious dyke built more like Justin Leonard (the rugby player) than any girl I've ever seen. This was an opportunity too good to miss, so with my usual charm I muscled in and started cracking jokes. Normally my insulting behaviour causes girls to leave rather quickly, often in tears, but tonight they actually seemed to enjoy it and I can remember them buying me a drink. After that everything was a total blank. I was snapped out of my thoughts by a key rattling in the door. The door swung open and a woman walked in. My heart sank as I saw her 5'9", muscular frame approach. It was the dyke from the previous night. "Ahh," she started, "our little comedian is awake." "What's going on," I demanded angrily, "what am I doing here?" The woman smiled smugly. "You know something, we are totally fed up of arrogant men like you continually insulting the way we women look. Well we've decided that it's time for a little role reversal, and after last nights performance you have been nominated as our first victim." "What do you intend to do to me?" I asked Again the smile, as, shaking her head the woman left the room and closed the door. "What a bitch," I thought to myself, "talking to me like that. When I get out of here I'll show them how women should be treated." I was infuriated but with nobody to take my anger out on I was forced to simmer alone. I don't know how long I been left alone but I was desperately in need of the toilet. I shouted for some help but no one came. Again I fought against the bonds but to no avail. My bladder felt like it was going to explode but I was determined to hold on. I tried thinking about my current predicament and the revenge I was going to have when I was out of here but it was no good my gut was still screaming. Suddenly I could hold it no longer and my bladder let go, urine quickly soaking through my boxer shorts and then through my brand new white denim jeans. Even as the liquid cooled against my skin it couldn't cool the heat of my shame. They left me like this for several hours, during which time my excesses of the night before had caused a few more accidents, some more messy than others. Lying there, looking at myself in a pile of my own excrement I felt as low as I thought possible. Suddenly the door opened and in walked all three of last night's women, including the blonde I had been so keen to attract. The three of them looked me up and down, giggling. "Oh dear," said the blonde, "our dear little chauvinist seems to have messed himself." "Not so mouthy any more is he?" asked the fat one, "A big improvement if you ask me." The three women laughed again. "Come now girls," began the dyke, "we have much work to do if we are to convince Richard of the error of his ways. A task which may take some time." and with that she took the blonde by the hand and led her away. Whilst the other two women were out of the room the fat one of the three produced a large pair of scissors from her apron and, despite my protestations she started to cut my clothes from my body, making sure that they would never be wearable again. Soon I was naked atop the table prepared and ready for her two friends when they returned pushing a large trolley, on top of which stood a tub of hot water and a variety of bottles. Two of the women began to wash me whilst the third, the Jason Leonard look alike, introduced them all. First of all she introduced herself as Ms Cathcott, the mistress of the house, the blonde was Miss Emma and the short fat girl was Miss Sarah. I was to always address them in this formal manner; failure to do so would result in a serious punishment, not as though the regular punishment wasn't serious enough. "As I told you earlier, Richard, we are fed up of the way we are treated by arrogant young men like you and we have decided that we are going to do something about it. In our opinion the root cause of the problem is a lack of understanding on the part of men. Naturally the best way of solving the problem is to educate you, make you understand what it feels like to suffer in this way. In order to achieve this we are going to spend all of our spare time over the foreseeable future converting you into a girl, and then you will be able to find out exactly how it feels. Well, Richard, how do you feel about that?" I was too stunned to speak, what did she mean by converting me into a girl? That was impossible wasn't it? After washing me the three women produced a razor and some shaving foam. They then proceeded to shave my legs, chest, arms and armpits. Then they rubbed a variety of oils and creams into my skin. Once the front was done I was rolled over and they started on my back. At first it was okay, they shaved the backs of my legs and my back. They then began to rub a substance onto my backside; once an area had been well smeared they covered it with a strip of material. They were waxing me. The pain when they ripped the first strip off was excruciating and by the time they had finished I was, for the second time that day, crying. When they had finished, the women retuned me to my back, chained me up and left. Lying there I could see myself in the mirror once more. This time I was completely naked, my once hairy chest and legs were now devoid of all coverings, making my body resemble that of a pre- pubescent adolescent. The room was cold and it did not take long for me to start shivering, my skin covered in tiny goosebumps. I must have been left for about half an hour before Miss Sarah came into the room. Again she had a trolley but this one was littered with needles and vials. The first thing that she did was to use a large needle to pierce both of my ears. First of all she numbed my lobes with an ice cube, she then wiped the area with some sort of antiseptic before jabbing the needle through the fleshy part of my ear. This exercise was repeated twice on each ear. Into the upper set of holes she fitted small diamante studs, the lower holes were to hold a pair of long dangling earrings decorated with diamante and green emeralds. As if having a needle pushed through your earlobes wasn't bad enough I soon discovered just how bad things could get. You see the next thing she did was to inject my penis with a serum that caused a slight itching sensation, I think it is fair to say that I put their bondage bed through its sternest test yet in trying to avoid that needle. After the penis I was given further injections into my chest, my nipples and my butt-cheeks. Finally she painted my finger and toenails in a bright shade of red, before once more leaving me alone. Again I was left for about thirty minutes, no matter how hard I tried my eyes kept resting on the image of my toenails reflecting in the mirror. It is strange but the pain of the injections and the piercing was nothing compared to the humiliation of a little bit of nail polish. I looked absolutely stupid, men's feet and hands are much bigger than women's and do not suit nail varnish one little bit. Still at least I'd be able to clean it off as soon as I got out of there. The next time the three women returned their trolley was covered in clothes. Between them Ms Cathcott and Miss Sarah held me down whilst Miss Emma released my arms and legs, they then rolled me onto my chest before refastening my bonds, they also fastened a blindfold across my face to blind me as to what was happening. Not being able to see I have to guess at what happened next but they are educated guesses. As Ms Cathcott lifted my chest off the bed the others slid a boned corset and bra under my body. I was then lowered back onto the bed whilst they fastened my new attire. My legs were once again freed from their restraints. Hands grabbed my legs and 2 items were pulled up. One of these was a tight silky material, briefly exciting me before self-disgust took over. Couldn't believe that I was actually enjoying this. At the time I had no idea what the second item was. My disgust increased as I felt tight sheaths being pulled up my legs, encasing them in a silky cocoon. I could feel tugs around my waist and the knickers that I had been given were being shifted. Suddenly I gasped as a hand grabbed my penis it was encased in some sort of tight rubbery sheath. My testicles were pushed up into my body before my penis was pulled down and back between my legs. I could then feel some fumbling at the small of my back before my new knickers were pulled up tight. Finally I felt the hands pushing some form of footwear onto my feet before refastening the cuffs. Once they had finished I was rolled onto my back once more and the blindfold was removed. A leather strap was fastened across my forehead, forcing me to stare straight ahead. After the women had left I was left staring at my reflection in the mirror. It was very hard for me to accept what was happening to me. My feet were encased in a pair of black strappy shoes with 4" heels. From there my legs rose encased in black nylon stockings that were attached to the bottom of a black corset with pink trim. Between the top of the stockings and the corset was a pair of shocking pink, satin, knickers. My chest was covered with a shocking pink bra that managed to push my miniscule chest into some sort of breast like shape. Coupled with a days worth of stubble on my face I looked like a total idiot. I started trying to plot my revenge but it was impossible, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop looking in the mirror, and every time I moved I could feel the sensuous clothing stroking my skin. The women were away for three hours this time. Three hours of looking at myself clad in ladies underwear, three hours of feeling the beautiful fabrics caressing my body. Three hours with my mind becoming more and more confused, I knew that I should be feeling angry, and part of me was, but another part of me was beginning to get turned on, and that scared me. Eventually the women returned, this time bearing food. Using a lever the bed was raised so that I was in a sitting position. The restraints on my head and one of my hands were released and a trolley placed across the bed in front of me. On the trolley was a huge steak (pre-cut) with a pile of chips and a side salad. There was also a chocolate pudding drenched in chocolate sauce and a large chocolate milkshake. Maybe captivity wasn't going to be so bad after all. After eating I was allowed to get up of the bed for the first time since my arrival. This was also the first time I had stood in high heels and it was with great embarrassment that I fell crashing to the floor as soon as I tried to take my first step. Miss Emma helped me back to my feet and guided me towards a door in the far corner of the room. Whilst this was going on Miss Sarah stood back pointing a wicked looking Tazer gun at me. The door led to a bathroom equipped with a toilet, a sink, and a very large, very deep bathtub. The first thing that I wanted to-do was urinate so I moved towards the toilet and lowered the front of my knickers in order to release my penis. This action was greeted by a violent blow across my backside from Ms Cathcott. "Richard," she admonished, "that is not the way a young lady goes to the toilet. A young lady must sit on the toilet at all times, failure to do so will result in punishment. Do I make myself clear? Besides, I don't know how you intend to urinate standing up without your silly little penis sticking out, do you?" I looked down in horror, where my penis should have been there was now a very good facsimile of a girl's vagina made out of latex rubber. That was the second item that had been put on earlier. I was so horrified that instead of telling this overbearing woman to get lost, instead I found myself mumbling a very meek, "No, Ms Cathcott." Before sitting down and doing my business. Next it was time for my bath, the three women undressed me quickly, leaving only my latex vagina, before Ms Cathcott lifted me off my feet and unceremoniously dropped me into the tub. The water was scalding hot, and being so deep I was completely submerged up to my chin. "Right Richard," began Ms Cathcott, "you are going to remain in that bath for the next hour. The water is full of concentrated hormones, which are, as we speak, being absorbed through your skin. The hot water has caused your pores to open up and help the absorption process. These hormones are going to help feminise that tiny brain of yours, as well as helping the hormones we gave you this morning to feminise your body. "Oh yes I suppose I ought to tell you what those injections were. The first one is designed to make your penis permanently flaccid, we don't want any embarrassing erections spoiling the line of our panties now do we? I have been told that the serum also shrinks the penis, to approximately quarter its original size, which will leave yours at about two centimetres long," she laughed at my horrified face before continuing, "the next injection was to increase the size of your nipples, we want you to have the sort of nipples that a man could, what's the phrase, hang his coat on." I winced at this use of one of my own lines. "Next was a hormone designed to make your breasts grow, soon you'll know just how a young girl feels when the first buds appear. The final injections were to change the shape of your behind. In the past any excess fat that you ate went on to your stomach and arms, from now on it will go straight to your hips and backside. We are going to give you the most beautiful derriere in town." In shock I thought back to the meal I had just eaten, all that fatty food, where would it all end. Ms Cathcott continued, "all of the injections were highly concentrated and we gave you the maximum dosage possible. Actually we gave you more than the experts recommend but hey, you're worth it. With any luck, Richard, you'll start your transformation within the next few days." An hour later they helped me out of the bath. I think my brain must have reached meltdown point, within a few days I was going to become a girl. With breasts and everything. I just stood there as the women towelled me dry and then rubbed moisturisers and other oils into my skin. Ms Cathcott then slipped another corset around my waist. I could see myself in the mirror above the bath, this time the corset was white in colour and fastened at the front. At the back was a long lace, which Ms Cathcott pulled as hard as she could. This had the effect of drawing my waist in by about half an inch either side, as well as causing me a lot of pain. Ms Cathcott proceeded to tie the lace off before standing back to view her work. Miss Sarah then stepped forward and helped me into a pair of white satin panties with a small pink bow at the front. The bra I was given was also white satin with a pink bow. I remember Miss Sarah telling me that it was an AA cup, which, at that time was too big for my breasts, but not for long. My outfit was topped of with a soft pink nightie trimmed in lace and virtually transparent. I was then led back into my room and laid on the bed. My hands and feet were strapped into position but my head left free. Ms Cathcott walked up to the side of the bed and looked at me. "Now there is one small deficiency in your make up Richard," she said, "you don't have a real vagina do you?" I shook my head. "And without a vagina you can't be a real girl. Now the latex vagina can give you the right look, but not the right feel. So we have decided to make you a pseudo vagina out of your anus." she then pulled a 4" butt plug from behind her back and showed it to me, "This is the first of many tools we are going to use to convert your anus into a vagina for you. Of course it will never be as good as the real thing, but beggars can't be choosers now can they Richard?" Again I shook my head. This just kept on getting worse. As I watched, Miss Emma unhooked the chains for my leg cuffs from the bed. She then pulled them up towards the head of the bed causing my knees to rise and my legs to spread wide open. Pulling the crotch of my panties aside Miss Sarah rubbed some lubricant around my hole before sliding the plug inside of me. It was a strange sensation having this tool inside me, but again not unpleasant. Almost inevitably another wave of self- disgust washed over me, I was not supposed to be enjoying this, the anus is where things come out not where they go in. Once happy, Miss Sarah returned my legs to a resting position, whilst Ms Cathcott fixed my head restraint. Once more I was left to look at myself in the mirror. This time for the whole night. Chapter 2 I am not sure how much sleep I got that first night, but when I awoke I felt very nauseous and very weak indeed. When Miss Emma came in I asked her about it and she told me I was suffering from morning sickness, just as if I was pregnant. Apparently it was something to do with the hormones they were giving me. She told me that the best way to get over it was to eat something and then as if to emphasise the point she proceeded to give me breakfast consisting of sausage, bacon, egg, tomatoes and fried bread. Still half asleep I ate most of it before remembering about the effect it will have on my body. I looked down at my butt and hips, are they any bigger than yesterday, I don't know, maybe, a little. After breakfast I was given another dose of injections, the serums coursing through my bloodstream ready to work on the freshly eaten fats. Miss Sarah joined Miss Emma and the two of them took me into the bathroom to help me prepare for the day. I was stripped naked and my skin moisturised. They removed my butt plug whilst I went to the toilet only to re-lubricate my hole and reinsert the tool afterwards. Then I was ready to be dressed. My Corset was a pale, powder blue colour, which they once again tightened to emphasise my waist. This was complemented by a set of matching satin knickers and bra, and black fishnet stockings. I was then asked to step into a short white satin slip, hemmed in lace. My dress was a short black pinafore type that clung to my body showing off even my slight curves. The outfit was finalised with a lacy, white apron, white maids cap and a pair of 4" black stilettos. What did they have in store for me next? Back in my bedroom Ms Cathcott had set up a washstand with a chair in front. On the trolley next to it was a set of hairdressing equipment. I was sat rather roughly in the chair fastened to manacles on the legs, and my head pushed back over the washstand. After much rubbing, rinsing and fussing my head was stuck under a giant hood type hairdryer. Miss Sarah then shaved my face and rubbed a cream into it. "Eventually that will stop your hairs from ever growing back." Finally my face was made up. After sitting in front of the washstand for about two hours I was finally able to see the results in a mirror. My brown hair had been shaped into a very feminine bob, bleached blonde and given pink highlights. My skin was a shade paler than I was used to, but this allowed the pink of my lips to shine. For the first time since arriving in this prison I really did look like a girl. I turned from side to side watching how my skirts swayed around my legs. Dreamily I spun around and giggled, Christ I was even starting to sound like a girl, the thought caused me to giggle again. "Come along Richard," said Ms Cathcott, "we have a lot to do." This use of my name quickly brought me back to reality. What was I doing? I'm not a girl, I'm a man and this whole thing was just ridiculous. How dare these women treat me like this! For the first time I decided to fight back and told the women exactly what I thought and what I was going to do to them. "Now you just listen to me you fuckin' dykes, you've had your little bit of fun but enough is enough. I want you to go and get me some proper clothes right now and let me out of here otherwise I might just forget my manners and start coming down a little hard on you. If you know what I mean." Normally this sort of tirade would have had women cowering in front of me, but this time they simply looked at me and then started to laugh. "Oh my dear," laughed Ms Cathcott, "how sweet. Your first little temper tantrum, how girlish. What a shame you didn't stamp your foot as well, that would have been precious." I was stunned, what on earth was happening. Ms Cathcott continued in a slightly more serious vein, "You really aren't going to frighten anyone looking like that. Now like I said we have a lot to do today young lady, so get a move on and keep your girlish paddy attacks for your own time." With that she turned around a marched out of the door. Behind me Miss Emma gave a little push and, feeling totally dejected, I followed. Beyond my bedroom a staircase rose up to another wooden door. Beyond that is a large kitchen with a hallway leading into a sitting room. The back yard of the house was accessible via a door in the kitchen. A high wall topped with broken glass and overlooked by neighbours on two sides surrounded the yard. At the end of the hallway was the main front door. This was one of the half glazed kind and opened directly onto the pavement of one of the busiest thoroughfares in London. The first floor of the house consisted of a study, lounge and dining room. There wasn't really a wall between the lounge and dining room, just a temporary divide that could be removed for social events. The second floor had two bedrooms and a bathroom, these rooms being used by Miss Emma and Miss Sarah. Finally the attic had been converted into a master bedroom with en-suite bathroom for Ms Cathcott. After my tour of the house we returned to the sitting room downstairs were I was stood in front of the window. Even standing with my back to the passers by I was conscious of their presence and certain that they were all staring at this man in woman's clothing. The three women were sat together on the sofa looking at me, Ms Cathcott in the middle. "Now then Richard," she began, "as you are now aware, we are here to teach you how it feels to be a woman. Well people like you have always said that a woman's role is to cook and to clean, so that is what you shall do." She Paused. "Every morning we will wake you at five o'clock so that you can bathe and dress. You will then prepare breakfast for us all, serving it in the dining room at seven sharp. After breakfast you will, of course, wash and dry all of the dishes that we have used. As tomorrow is Monday we are all due back at work by nine, so you will be in the house alone. I am sure that you will investigate any form of escape open to you. Let me assure you that there is no male clothing in this house so if you do escape it will have to be as a woman, and believe me no matter how good you look, the way you move and act will not pass as female. Everyone will know that you are a man in drag. I have informed your employer that you will not be turning up to work this week or for that matter many more weeks to come, and I am afraid to say that I have also disposed of the keys to your flat and anything that identifies you as Richard Davies. "If you decide to stay I expect you to collect all of the dirty clothing from around the house, wash it, hang it out to dry in the back yard and iron it once dry. You will then tidy the house from top to bottom, dust and polish and prepare the dining room for the evening meal, cook will arrive at four to begin cooking our meal so you must be finished in the kitchen by then. The rest of the day is your own to do with as you please. In return for this we will teach you how to conduct yourself in such a way that people will accept you as a real woman. However if we find you trying to escape, or not performing your duties properly then you be will be punished. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good. Of course whilst you are working you will wear your maid's uniform. There is a special uniform that we will give you to were when we are entertaining, naturally you will be expected to waitress on those occasions. During your free time we will help you choose your outfits until we are happy that you can co-ordinate properly. Do you understand?" Again I nodded. "Excellent, you really are a very good girl, aren't you Richard?" After that I was sent of to clean the dining room and set the table for dinner, which I did, stumbling several times as tried to get used to the heels on my shoes. It must have taken me about an hour and half to do it, but at least by the end I was a lot steadier on my feet. My incredibly sore, tired and aching feet. At last I was finished and able to return to my room. When I walked through the door I was looking forward a lie down, instead a pile of boxes totally covering the bed confronted me. Looking around the room I saw that I had been given a large double wardrobe, a chest of 6 drawers and a large dressing table. The dressing table was also piled high with boxes, topped with a note instructing me to empty the contents of the boxes and put them away before my masters came down to put me to bed. Otherwise I would be punished. The boxes on top of the dressing table were full of various shades of make up and beauty products. On the bed every single box was stuffed full of clothing. There were bras ranging in cup size from the AA's I was wearing up to an E, although they seemed to jump from C to E with nothing in between. There was also knickers and corsets in a wide variety of colours, tights and stockings, skirts and tops, nighties and negligees, bodies and teddies and shoes with 4" heels right up to 6" stilettos. In the final box I found what was undoubtedly my special maid's outfit. Without properly thinking, I quickly stripped off down to my corset ready to try on my new outfit. Firstly I pulled on the frilly white knickers, automatically pulling my penis back between my own legs. Then I fastened the bra around my back and pulled on the black fishnet stockings fasting them to the suspender clips on my corset. I slipped the black satin dress over my head and threaded my arms into the puffy little sleeves. After a five-minute struggle I managed to zip up the back of the dress so that it snugly encased my bodice. Finally I fastened the tiny white apron around my waist, fastened the cap to my head and wriggled my feet into the 6" stiletto heels. Because of the ruched skirt I found that virtually every movement I made revealed a flash of my underwear, whilst never covering the strip of skin visible at the top of my stockings. Watching myself twirl caused a strange sensation in the pit of my stomach and my nipples. Cautiously I slid my hands up the bodice of the dress and rubbed them across my satin encased nipples. I shuddered as a tingling sensation danced down my body from my breast to my groin and back again. Rubbing and pinching I closed my eyes and was soon lost in a whole new arena of sensation. So lost I didn't hear Miss Sarah enter the room. "My, my, we are having fun aren't we?" she exclaimed. I opened my eyes and spun round, feeling the heat rising to my face. Smiling, she continued, "You blush so prettily my dear but I wouldn't let Ms Cathcott see you in that outfit. That is only to be worn on special occasions. You undress whilst I prepare your bath, you've had a hard day." With that she walked into the bathroom and I heard the sound of running water. Ruefully I undressed myself and carefully placed the outfit into my wardrobe. Miss Sarah called me into the bathroom where I was given another hour-long soak in a hormone-enriched bath. After that I was strapped into another corset, slipped into my underwear and dressed in a short, red, lace, baby doll nightdress, and strapped onto my bed for the night. Once I was secured we went through the routine of moving my leg chains up the bed so that she could insert my butt plug, which had been removed for my bath. When Miss Sarah left the room she flicked a light switch next to the door. As well as turning out the main light, the switch turned on a set of small spotlights pointed directly at the ceiling mirror. Naturally my eyes were drawn to this area, I wished they weren't. In the mirror I could see the girl I was becoming, dressed in the most feminine of nightwear, my skin glowing pink from my hot bath and my blonde, bobbed hair with its pink highlights. Around the edge of the mirror were photographs, photographs of me, before. These included a photograph of me graduating from university, one of me playing football, me with a group of friends, and even one of me posing naked on some rocks, taken last summer in Ibiza whilst holidaying with friends. I knew then that they had been inside my flat and I guessed that they would have removed all of my belongings, just to ensure my continued entrapment. With these thoughts in my head my eyes returned to the images above my bed. How could such a man's man have turned into this pink fluffy girl in the mirror? I know that I had made mistakes in my dealings with women but I didn't deserve this. I felt a tear running down my cheek, my despair was complete.