Popular
- 3 years ago
- 16
- 0
Popular 3 free porn video
I've already gotten more response to the second part than the first;
that's why I wrote part 3 so much more quickly. It's still going to be
a while before Tom isn't Tom, but a slut on his knees. Please keep
telling me what you think, and if you have any requests.
By the way: I'm a tall, thin, finely featured man with a secret desire
to be treated like the slut I feel I am. I live in the NYC area. If
anyone has any advice, I'd be ever so grateful.
[email protected]
Popular Chapter 3
By Anastasia Toy
Three weeks later I was in a small conference room at the University's
medical center, sitting uncomfortably in a chair and facing a long
table, behind which sat a row of five people, like a panel. I
recognized Lillianna, who had taken the center position, and Antonio,
who sat to her left, but the rest were strange to me. They had said
nothing to me when I had first been led in by one of Antonio's
assistants, but only shuffled papers and talked softly among
themselves. It was only after a few minutes that I noticed an empty
chair at the end of the table; I assumed we were waiting for one more
person.
In the meantime I had only my thoughts to break the silence. I had
spent the last weeks in a blur of paranoia and dread, certain that at
any moment federal agents would burst into my office or home and
quickly bring to an end the life I had built for myself. A professor
convicted of rape was no professor at all, and with a degree in
sociology I had scant hope of finding a job in the private sector. What
good was all my academic training if the world of academics was taken
from me?
Now and I again I fumed at the injustice I faced. I had wronged
Lillianna, but I had also loved her; any man will tell you that he is
capable of simultaneously loving one woman and lusting after another.
And it was because I loved her, and because she had loved me, that her
reaction had been so strong. I knew that I would never have her body
again - though this didn't keep me from fantasizing about her joining
Denise at my feet, obediently on her knees, sucking my cock while
looking up at my eyes... in my fantasies they thanked me for abusing
them, for treating them like the sluts they were - I knew I would never
have her body again, but why should she treat me so cruelly?
And Denise? I couldn't think of her without a flash of hot rage and the
thought 'that lying slut!' The girl who had come into my office begging
for a chance to suck my cock in exchange for grades now had the
temerity to suggest I had raped her?
But rage would eventually give way to dread; what if this bizarre,
madcap plan Denise had sketched out was actually put into action? What
could it possibly entail? I had looked up Antonio's name on the web,
and sure enough Denise was right: he practiced cosmetic surgery at the
university's hospital. I asked a couple of my students about him,
affecting as much nonchalance as I could, and learned that he was a
well known figure on campus because girls thought he was a real 'hunk'.
One day one of my competitors had approached me on the paths and asked,
with a nasty smirk, how I felt about about my ex-girlfriend seeing
another man so quickly. I could only assume that Lillianna had been
seen around with Antonio, though I had become such a recluse that I
couldn't be sure. I could be sure, now, that half the faculty was
whispering about me in humiliating terms; the only silver lining was
that they weren't whispering about Denise.
Denise, the lying slut - here she came now! I was snapped back to the
uncomfortable present as Denise joined the 'panel' facing me. As she
sat down, Lillianna looked directly at me and began to speak.
"Hello, Tom."
"Uh, hi."
"Tom, I imagine that the last few weeks have been very uncomfortable
for you. Although you may not believe me, you should know that I have
no desire to inflict more pain on you than is necessary; well, that's
not precisely true - I have the desire, but I'm trying as hard as I can
to suppress it, or rather sublimate it into something higher.
"That something higher is learning. Everyone who has come here has done
so because they have the opportunity to learn - everyone, that is,
except you and Denise. Denise is here not to learn, but to give her
blessing to the experiment we are about to conduct. If she does not
give that blessing, we will hand this case over to the police.
"You are a slightly different case. You are going to learn a very good
deal from this experiment - more than any of us will - but you don't
yet realize that's a good thing. The only reason you're here is to
avoid the consequences of a crime you committed. I can only hope that,
by the time we get to the end of all of this, you'll be grateful more
for the understanding of women that you've gained, than for the prison
time that you've avoided.
"But enough preamble. After a great deal of deliberation between
ourselves and consultation with the other members of the panel, Antonio
and I have decided on the following experiment: you will spend the next
year of your life as a woman, attending a state university in Florida.
At the end of that year, you must be popular, but not what you call a
'slut'. Regardless of whether you pass this test, you will be
transformed back to a man during the following summer; however, if you
do not pass the test, you will be delivered to the authorities on the
charges of rape you would now face. If you pass the test, you are free
to continue your life however you see fit.
"Yes or no, Tom?"
I was unable to articulate a single word. Imagine, for a moment,
listening to such a speech. Imagine being told that you could avoid
jail time by living as a woman for a year, subject to a fabulous
condition that I somehow become popular. How bizarre! How patently
ridiculous! Denise had said something along these lines that night
several weeks ago, but she was a freshman girl, delirious from a night
of excitement; here I was, listening to the same madness from an
ostensibly sane professor flanked by other tenured men and women,
gravely nodding their heads in agreement. I had no real response, but a
laughed a strange squeaking laugh I wasn't at first aware I was
responsible for.
"Gather yourself together, Tom. In the meantime, I might as well
address the questions that you'll think of asking soon, if you haven't
already. First, let me introduce the other people here, and explain
their interest in the project.
"At the end of the table to my right is Dr. Gambeaux, who is
researching methods of connecting nerves to one another. He will assist
Antonio in performing your Sexual Reassignment Surgery. I'm sorry that
we couldn't find a proper SRS doctor for your procedure, but this is
necessarily clandestine and we had to choose only people so keen on
performing new research that the chance of being caught was not a
concern.
Gambeaux, an older man with a severe, wrinkled face, inclined his head
in recognition of me. He said nothing.
"To his left is Dr. White, a researcher in clinical
neuropsychopharmacology and endocrinology. She will work with you to
devise your drug schedule."
White was a plain looking woman in her mid thirties who looked more
nervous than stern. Unlike Gambeaux, she spoke: "While the
circumstances of all this is very uh troubling, I am very enthusiastic
about the possibility of working with you."
Lillianna continued: "To my left, you know Denise, and Antonio, who
will perform any cosmetic surgery on you that you require. Between them
is Dr. Arnold, a specialist in foot and hand transplantation. You see,
it's crucial to the experiment that you not be revealed as a man at any
point, and given your height suspicion will be necessarily high. We
realized that only by replacing your hands and feet with much smaller
replacements would you escape all doubt.
Dr. Arnold, a smallish man with nervous gestures, cut in: "Perhaps you
heard about the first hand transplantation surgery when it was
performed a few years ago. The results were medically satisfying, but
cosmetic failures. What I have been developing, and hope to implement
in a living patient for the first time, is a set of complementary
procedures that reshape the structure of the hand altogether, in order
to make the transplant a visual match for the body. If this is unclear
now, it won't be for long."
I expected Lillianna to take up talking again, but they were all silent
and simply stared at me. Only Antonio displayed any emotion: a thin
grin. He, at least, was enjoying this.
Clearly they were waiting for a response. I knew I was essentially
powerless and that it would be a poor choice to anger Lillianna further
- and I knew she her motivation was anger, no matter what she said -
but I couldn't help it. All I could think of to say was: "This is
insane. Absolutely fucking insane. Where did you find these 'doctors'?"
Then it struck me: "This is some kind of deranged prank, isn't it,
Lillianna. Look, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry about what I did. You don't
need to do this kind of thing, whatever it is you think you're going to
accomplish..."
Lillianna laughed a heartless laugh. "Insane? I realize I've forgotten
to explain one part of the experiment, the most important part, the
sociological part, my part, Denise's part. All the other doctors see
you as a human guinea pig, someone who will silently agree to
procedures for which no agency will spend research dollars. And I
should mention that you will be paying for all of this with you
savings. But I see you as a wonderful opportunity to explore some of my
own theories about women's sexuality.
"In particular, women's sexuality is often co-opted by men and
subverted entirely to their needs. How interesting will it be to see if
this is a sociological construct entirely without connection to women's
biology, and without connection to women's desires. In plain English, I
mean this: some people say that women are sexually controlled by men
because they are genetically programmed to do so, or because they want
to be controlled. But you aren't genetically a woman, nor do you have
the desires of one. So if you become sexually controlled by men, it
will be stunning confirmation that this happens because of social
forces.
"But even more, we may see how these forces seem to work with the
cooperation of the woman - in this case, you. Because when I say
'abused', or 'forced', I don't mean literally - although that sometimes
happens. I simply mean that women are sometimes pushed toward a
particular sexual fate; perhaps they contribute to that process, but it
certainly isn't the one they would have chosen, if they'd had a totally
free choice. The point is subtle, but if my theory is correct, you'll
come to understand it very well indeed.
"In your case, we'll have to give you a slight push in the right
direction; and so, you've got to be popular. This will be your
challenge, and the difficulty will be for you to become popular without
resorting to your sexuality, without giving up your sex."
"But I've forgotten another, equally important part: your part. You are
going to learn - in particular, you are going to learn what Denise's
life has been like. Rather than punish you in prison, we're going to
show you why what you did was wrong, or at least make it possible that
you'll see. That's why you are going to become a college freshman - or
freshwoman - again. We'll give you the same social challenges that
Denise had, and see how you do. Now, what do you think?"
Silently, I thought she was deranged. But this was not the point to
keep pressing: "Certainly, there's some other way of going about this.
How will I get away from my job? Where will I live? Perhaps -"
"Let me stop you right now. There is only one other way, and that's
prison. Do you want to go to prison, to give up the life you thought
you'd have?"
"Uh, no."
"Then listen a little more. I see you want to know how we'll make all
this work. First of all, you are about to be diagnosed with a very rare
form of cancer by a friend of Dr. Arnold's who owes him a favor. This
will be your pretext for a sudden sabbatical and the sale of your
house, the proceeds of which will pay for the costs of surgery and
medical treatment.
"We have arranged, through Antonio, for a complete set of replacement
papers for you: birth certificate, social security, passport, high
school transcript.
"Finally, I have a friend at a state university in Florida who is
prepared to admit you to the university without the scrutiny of the
customary admissions process. So you see, the plan's quite well worked
out.
I looked at her. She was serious. She was absolutely serious - oh my
fucking god: "My cock! Uh, my penis. You're going to replace it?"
"Temporarily, yes. The transformation must be, to outward appearances,
complete. But if I understand Antonio correctly, we can reverse the
procedure at the experiment's conclusion. You won't get your original
penis back, and you may have altered sensation, but you'll have it
back. And, being outside of prison, you'll be able to use it.
"This is a good time to mention some of the other minor rules of the
competition. First of all, certain procedures are required. You must
have the size of your hands and feet reduced, must have SRS, must have
electrolysis over your whole body. You will be given small breast
implants; you may have larger ones, if you wish. We will reduce the
size of your Adam's apple, and make minor modifications to your facial
structure to make it less obviously a man's.
"If you want more procedures performed, this is entirely your choice.
You are furthermore welcome to ask for extra procedures once the
experiment is begun. Simply come back to the university and tell us
what you want. Any kind of cosmetic surgery will be available to you.
"Your tuition will be paid for you, in the form of a student loan.
However, you will be responsible for getting any pocket money that you
may feel you need over the course of the school year.
"It goes without saying that you must pass all of your courses during
your time at college, and that you must take on a normal course load.
"Finally, there is the question of your ultimate goal: popularity
without being a slut. How will we determine whether you've succeeded?
Simple. At the end of the year, Antonio and I will pose as your legal
guardians, and come to the university. There, we'll ask a number of
students whether you're popular, and whether you're a slut. A simple
majority will decide the question. Of course, if we find that you've
paid or bribed students to say that you're popular or anything like
that, you'll be disqualified and lose the competition.
"So again I'm asking you, what do you say?"
So much preparation had clearly gone into this plan that I was now sure
it wasn't a joke. I looked around, but none of the stony faces I saw
gave me guidance. "I don't know, Lillianna. It's all so wild. Put
yourself in my position; it's so sudden and so outlandish. Can't I
think about it?"
"You have half an hour, and you have to think about it in this room. If
you agree, we'll give you a shot to make you unconscious and
immediately begin the surgery; we have a lot of work to do to get you
ready for the coming school year. If you choose not to try the
experiment, we'll call the police immediately. I've told you everything
you get to know; from here on out, it's only you."
For the next twenty-nine minutes I felt more alone and isolated than I
had in my entire life. Regardless of my choice, I was due to be plucked
from the world I had come to know. It was true that I had few friends
and fewer relatives, but I had always relied on my career for
companionship, and that was going to be taken from me. Should I give
that up for life, spend time in prison, be ostracized for my whole
life? Or submit to a battery of untested surgical procedures and give
up my identity for an entire year to a bizarre sociological experiment
designed only to humiliate me?
In the end, I had only one choice. Better to sacrifice a year than a
lifetime. Yes, it would be only a year. With my age and confidence, I
could succeed in a college's social scene, even as a woman. That part
would be like beating toddlers in a foot race. And Lillianna really was
crazy if she supposed, even for a moment, that I would somehow become a
slut simply because I wanted to be popular and had a pussy.
Still, my voice was shaky as I said: "Give me the shot."
Lillianna said, "Denise, give him this shot, as a symbol of your
approval of the plan."
She did - the room began to spin - I felt faint -
Next Chapter: Tom undergoes a radical transformation in the summer of
change.
Vicky
- 18.11.2021
- 11
- 0
