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The Avatar By Leigh "I am your avatar." the voice said. He stared into the screen. He was a typical geek as far as computers were concerned. He had made his millions guessing that certain internet companies would make it big. He was as shocked as everyone else as the market collapsed, but had not been greedy and had sold out before that had happened. Now he had a real problem. How could he continue to invest and make money with the market going so crazy? He had decided to try his hand at programming games. He was working on a game program when the package had arrived. Amy had told him that he should get in with her to try to create the next new sensation.. virtual reality. He had scoffed at her and really pissed her off. Now this package arrived from her. He opened it carefully. It was a box about 18" x 18" x 18" in size. Inside was a helmet. On the helmet was a cord to the USB and a slip down visor. In the box was a note that simply said, "Try it!" He had put it on and plugged it in and set the helmet on his head. It felt fairly comfortable, but was a little loose. When he dropped the visor down over his eyes, the screen lightened and an image of a grey shape like a head and shoulders appeared on the screen. Because of the material of the screen and the way the software worked, the image appeared to have a 3D effect to it. It said, "I am your avatar. The crown is now taking sensor reading of your brain to fine tune itself to your wishes. As this continues, the image will become more and more refined. As you can see, I am already taking on more human qualities." He watched as the form coalesced into a human face, blurry at first, then clearer. Hair was beginning to form. Eyes, nose, mouth, lips moving to the sound of the voice that he was hearing in the area near his ears. The voice took on a melodious quality, both male and female at once, shrill and deep and also high and rythmical. It said, "We are fine tuning to your wishes. As you watch and listen you will feel comforted. You are not afraid, in fact, you are fully rested and giving your full attention to this experience. We are sending magnetic waves through your head and mapping where all the important areas are. As we discover these areas we are sending warm laser beams through your brain. Whenever these cross, it will cause a nurturing effect in that spot. This will cause this area to rise to your attention and change the way you feel and react to the world around you." The head in the picture slowly became his own face. "As you notice that you can recognize the avatar, you will also notice other changes occurring. Please take off your shirt." He thought about it and could not help but do as he was being told. He took off his shirt. The voice then instructed him to put his thumb and forefingers, of each hand, on his nipples as it searched out the brain coordinates for the sensations he would feel when he did. After a few seconds, the voice told him it had found the spot, and he felt a sudden erotic rush in his nipples that he had never felt before. It felt really pleasurable. He felt his penis rouse. The laser beams homed in on this new area, and he felt a surge of pleasure in his pleasure stick that was tremendous and ran all the way through his balls and up his anus, as the nerves were stimulated. He noticed that the head was now slightly changing. The eyebrows were thinning; color was slowly appearing on the eyelids; a black line was appearing around the eyelids and tapering out to a point just to the outside of each eye. The avatar's face, his face, the eyes were becoming those of a beautiful woman. In the image, he noticed that his lips were getting redder, his cheeks were blushing slightly, his beard was disappearing. He felt his mind being filled with instructions that he could not refuse because he was in a constant state of arousal as the helmet stimulated certain areas of his brain. The voice then said, "You will feel these sensations only when you have changed as you have been instructed. The helmet will help you. Whenever you feel the need for additional stimulation and reinforcement you may put the helmet on and start the program. We will help you to become your desires." The helmet switched off. As he removed it from his head, he felt weak and disoriented. He sat for a few minutes. He remembered the face as it changed in front of his eyes and he remembered the intense pleasure he felt as it did. He wanted that feeling back again. He put the helmet back on and clicked on the face icon that had newly appeared on his monitor. As the image appeared on the visor screen, it was decidedly female. It panned back to show from the waist up and he saw large breasts supported by a beautiful black corset with red piping. The waist was severely slim and the breasts were deliciously large with large areolas, and big pointed nipples. He felt the intense desire to take those nipples into his mouth. As he did he reached up to his own nipples, squeezing them between his thumb and forefingers and feeling a very strong pleasure. His manhood flared up. The screen then went dead and the pleasure stopped. As he subsided, he knew that he had to follow the instructions in order to feel like that again. There was another knock at the door. The delivery man gave him another package when he signed for it. He took this to his desk and opened it. Inside were clothes and shoes, and a couple things he did not recognize right away. He took out a black corset with red piping. The shoes were 6" spiked heel open toed shoes with a red ankle strap with a small padlock. He also found two wine glass shaped plastic things with large rubber bulbs on the small ends. A small bottle of lotion said it was progesterone cream for nipple enlargement. Two business cards were thrown in. One was for a tattoo parlor; the other for a laser hair removal clinic. He thought back to the image and the pleasure. He tried to put the lid back on the box. but his hands shook so hard he couldn't really grasp the lid. He started to sweat. He looked at the corset and said in his mind, "Oh, what the hell, just this." As he reached inside to grasp the corset he felt a little of the pleasure return. "I'm a man!", he said to himself and the intense pleasure feelings triggered. He didn't feel bad, he felt good. He got a very slight impluse from his penis. He took the corset and put it around his waist. It felt good. He clipped the button clips in the front and reached around to try to tighten the laces in the back. He seemed to know to pull the top lacing as tight as he could, then work toward the middle until he could tie it. Then he went back to the bottom and pulled for all he was worth and worked up toward the middle. The corset had straps that were silk with metal clips for adjustments that connected to half cups. He noticed that as he tightened the corset he had to reach around to the soft flesh on his chest and pull the flesh up so that his "tits" would not feel pinched under the edge of the top of the corset. This effectively gave him small breasts. The ties were way too long and dangling down behind him so he wrapped them around his waist a couple of times to take up the slack and tied them in a bow in front and double knot tied the loops so that it would not come loose. He could not estimate his waist size now, but it was definitely smaller. Then, he took one of the pairs of sheer stockings out of the five pack. It was seamed, which he put in back as he pulled them up his leg. His hair showed through spoiling the picture, but he felt pleasure again as he pulled them on and hooked them to the three metal clips on the garters on each side of the corset. Then, he put his foot into the first shoe. It felt really smooth inside and made him flush, which got his penis going a little more as he slipped them both on. He felt his leg as he did and flushed again. He clipped the small pad locks through the hasp loops on the inside of the ankle strap attached to the shoes. As it clicked he felt a sense of fear. The keys were in the box but he paid no attention and left the keys where they were. He stood up and wobbled a little. As he looked down at his legs, he decided that he could pull the stockings down and shave his legs, then roll them back into place and rehook them. As he looked down he saw his penis standing at full attention. He touched it and felt that old familiar surge, but for all the wrong reasons. Here he was standing in high heels, stockings, and a sexy corset, but he was a man. His head was swimming for a moment, then, the avatar's programming took control again. He went back into the box to find the cream and the suction cups. He opened the cream, put some on his thumb and index finger, pulled the half cup of the corset down out of the way, and massaged the cream into his nipple and on his areola. It felt really strange, kinda nice, but strange because he knew he was a man and the pleasure he received was strange. Then he took the suction cup and squeezed the bulb, put it on his nipple & areola and let loose of the bulb. His skin expanded into the plastic cup and looked distended and really stretched. It hurt just a little. He did the same with the other one. The cream soaked in quickly because the suction opened up the pores. His mind became confused as it fought with the subliminal programming of the computer. Then he went back to the computer and the helmet. When he powered up, the avatar was even more sharp and clear. The pleasure was tremendous. He felt so good, so turned on, the helmet was sending its laser beams through his skull to the erogenous spots of activity in his brain and stimulating them to reinforce the feelings it wanted him to have. As it did this, the effect appeared to be cumulative. These areas became more active, just like when you work to improve muscle functions. The brain tissue grew more blood vessels, synapses strengthened, his feelings and desires in these areas became more and more intense. He longed to repeat these feelings; it was addictive. He couldn't orgasm because the programming wouldn't allow it. So, he just sat there feeling the waves of pleasure cascade over him. He was stuck in ecstasy. He put his hands on his stockinged legs and then felt the silky smooth material of the corset. It was all reinforced by the helmet. He was in heaven. Then it stopped. It almost hurt him as he came down from the high. The avatar said, "You will follow your instructions or you will never feel this good again." He did not know the instructions; he did not care, he knew he would do anything the avatar said. He took off the helmet and went in to bed. It was early, only 9 PM, but he was quite exhausted from his experiences. His head hurt a little bit. He laid down on the bed and went to sleep. --- He awoke around 7 AM and felt very uncomfortable. The corset had been in place all night, the suction cups had, also. His nipples hurt. His waist hurt. His mind cried out for relief for a few moments. Then, he sat up and, as he awakened further, the programming started to take effect again. His penis was half erect and was a problem, but only because he had to go to the bathroom and go. It was very difficult because, not only was his penis still retaining some of its size, but when he put his fingers on it to direct it, it reacted to the touch by erecting a little more. He was also looking down at his nipples which were still swollen up into the suction cups. He closed his eyes and waited. Soon, he was able to let loose and get some relief in his bladder. When he finished, he was reminded that he was standing in high heels that he could not get off his feet, he wanted to cry just then, because he had a flash of reality. What was going on? Then almost as fast, he needed to get back into the helmet. He went over to the computer, put the helmet on and started it up. Immediately, he saw the avatar and felt relieved. The avatar was now a very sexy woman, dressed in the same corset, stockings, shoes, with very large breasts and a very long and thick penis. She now had on a corset collar that matched his corset and made her neck stand upright and face forward and a gag over her mouth. He looked at the image in fascination. Again, he was really turned on as the helmet stimulated the pleasure centers in his brain. He was instructed to remove the helmet and go to the places he had been instructed to. He looked in the box where the avatar had said and found a little pouch of make up. He did his best to put on the make up as he had seen in the helmet. He pulled out a wig that was stuffed in the side of the box, brushed it out and put it on. The make up looked very good, although a little pronounced. He went to the door and another sealed box had been set outside on the floor; inside were a very large sized hypodermic needle and a big batch of liquid in a pouch. A skirt and a black nylon blouse with frilly collar and sleeves were inside also. The instructions had told him to put the pouch of liquid in a pan of water and heat it. He watched it for a while as it got warmer. When the cooking thermometer showed 108 degrees, he took it off the burner and filled the hypodermic completely. His instructions had said to stick the needle into the tip of his nipple, where the tiny hole was, and inject the fluid completely while he was bent over. It was very warm as he injected it. The instructions explained, that the fluid was a biological agent very similar to fat that at 108 degrees was a liquid, but that, as it cooled to 95 to 98 degrees, got firmer and had the feel of real fat. The amount he injected into each nipple was enough to give him size D breasts. As long as he did not move or straighten up until the fluid cooled, about 20 minutes, it would form almost perfect breasts. When he straightened up about a half hour later, his breasts sagged, but not quite as much as a normal woman's. He was sticking out in a more pointed way than most women, probably because they had not had time to develop the normal sag. With the stretching his nipples had gotten, he had a very passable set of knockers. He couldn't resist cupping them with his hands. Were they ever huge feeling! His penis started to swell. He was really turned on. The repeated treatments from the helmet were enlarging the pleasure centers in his brain and they were reprogramming his pleasure feeling even after he was no longer on the computer. He pulled up the half cups on the corset, the frilly lace edge just barely covered the new nipples, and put on the blouse and buttoned the front up to the top button at the collar, which hid his slight Adam's apple. The frilly ruffle of the collar tickled his chin and neck. The nylon was very sexy feeling. He felt the corset through the blouse and his hands slid up to his large breasts and cupped and squeezed his nipples. He had to give himself a hand job. He couldn't take it any more. When he was finished, he pulled on the short, red nylon slip that came with the skirt, and then the skirt, a red pleated wool-like material that came just above the knees and matched the shoes. He selected one of the two wigs and fit it on to his head, flattening his hair, then applied some super glue up under the front edge and behind his ears and a couple of spots at the back of his neck. He brushed it out straight and stood back to look. He was not bad as a female. In the box was a very stiff and thick thong that hid his manhood well, but felt strange because it created a wedgie in his butt that was very noticeable to him. At least it held his partially erect penis back from showing. He put a few hundred dollars, his male ID, and the make up they had included in the box, into a purse and left the safety of his apartment for the first address on the cards that were given him. As he walked, every step caused his legs to rub together with a very subtle swish of his stockings, every step caused his breasts to bounce and rub against the nylon material of his blouse. His penis was still large but not erect and he felt it rub against the slip material. It was very frustrating, because he was constantly trying to think of mundane things to keep from getting turned on again. He took the bus to the shop downtown where the tattoo parlor was. When he went in, he told the artist that he wanted his eyes, eyebrows, cheeks and lips tattooed with the same make up look he was wearing now. The artist raised his eyebrows at the unusual request, but named a price, then washed off one side and started. After the second side was done, he was told that the swelling would go down in about two days. He had been sitting and could not help but feel the exquisite sensual feeling of the sheer nylon material on his nipples as he breathed. Looking down at his body, he was still male and got an erection. Because he was sitting, it was hidden between his legs under his skirt. Now that the man was done with the tatoos, he could not stand up without revealing that he was a man because the bump in his skirt would show. He looked at the artist, asked where the ladies room was, and as he stood he pointed to another sample tattoo on the wall to distract the man. It worked! He turned around quickly with his butt facing the man and went into the restroom and gave himself another hand job. As he did, he noticed his knees get weak at the orgasm; it seemed that every time the pleasure was more pronounced. It was, also, quite difficult to keep his mouth shut and not moan or mew. He had a brief moment of fear. He was a man in a tattoo parlor with a beautiful make up job tattooed on his face, big breasts, dressed as a woman, and was getting hornier all the time. He didn't know where this was leading, but knew he could not defeat the programming of the Avatar. As he subsided and went limp again, he looked at the next business card for laser hair removal with some trepidation. How could he hide the fact that he was a male at the next stop. Females didn't need hair removed like he did and he would have to disrobe to get all the places. He stopped at the door of the hair removal place and took a deep breath. He went in. The receptionist looked him up and down and said to wait. He read a Time magazine. He had given the name Jenny Homestead. It was now called. He went in and a woman was in the room. He looked at her with pleading eyes. She sensed his doubt and said, "Don't worry, deary, we'll get you taken care of". He said, "Please, I have to be honest with you. I'm a man. I need to get this hair off to make my conversion. Please don't betray me. I don't know what else to do." She looked into his swollen eyes and said, "Sweety, I don't care if you're the King of Prussia, as long as you have the money I'll take care of you." He showed her several hundred dollar bills and she said, "Let's get started, then". This laser hair removal is truly amazing. They can burn into the follicles and stop any future growth with the process. She treated his face first, then told him to disrobe. He took every thing off, even the corset. When she saw his erection, she said, "Honey, if you're planning a tip, I'll take a piece of that." This was the first time he had sex with a woman in his condition and the pleasure centers proved themselves up to the challenge. When they finished with the treatment and the tip she helped him get back into the corset, pulling it much tighter than he could ever have gotten it himself. He left the office relieved, tightened and feeling fulfilled. The programming was relentless in forcing his mind to work certain ways. As he took the bus home, he was watched long and often by the men onboard. As the bus hit bumps in the road he could not help but have his breasts bounce and the nipples rub against the nylon fabric. They stood out to form little round pencil eraser dents in the blouse. Those pleasure centers were relentless. When he stood up to leave the bus, he had to hold his purse in front of his crotch. He was partially erect again. Walking helped. He was afraid someone had seen and was going to follow him, so he took a long route back to his apartment. His feet really hurt, and he had to go in the back door again to avoid the doorman. Thank goodness he had remembered to bring the cardkey. As he closed the door to his apartment, he leaned against the back of it and sighed a sigh of relief. He had done his errands as instructed and gotten back safely. He walked over to the computer and sat down. He put on the helmet. He heard a knock at the door. He took off the helmet, ran to the door and looked out the peep hole. Another delivery. He started to sweat. "What now?" He said aloud. He opened the door and signed for the package. The delivery man asked if he was "P. Avery", he said, "Yes, it stands for Paula". He furrowed his brow and left. Paul Avery opened the package. More surprises. Inside were two more corsets, some underwire bras with see through cups, two more pair of shoes with padlock cuffs, a ring gag, a penis gag, a penis gag with inside and outside penises, a neck corset with rings and a pad lock in the back, and a strange device with a penis gag on one end and a big cylinder at the other, with a cable and a tube between them. In addition, there were some tubes of cream, two wigs of human hair, a long single sleeve with lacing, and a vibrator penis with a remote control, with a horse hair tail hanging out the end, and a spreader bar that adjusted to different lengths with a wing nut and locking cuffs. He turned completely red and started to shake. What was all this?!? He had a strong urge to put on the helmet; he fought it. He walked back and forth thinking how he was going to keep from putting that damn thing on again. As he walked, he felt his nipples rub against the nylon blouse. He felt his stockings rub together on his legs. He felt his erection getting bigger again. The pleasure was getting to him. The more he felt horny, the more he had to put on the helmet. It was his road to pleasure!! He had to have it. He picked up the new box and carried it over to the computer table. He put on the helmet and signed on. As he did, he felt the pleasure reward of the avatar begin. He looked into the screen and saw himself, dressed in the corset, stockings, red shoes, suction cups on his nipples, and the cylinder on his penis, gag in his mouth. He felt the pleasure start and the instructions begin. He did not know what they were, but knew he would obey them. He then took off the helmet and shut off the computer. He went to the window and threw out the keys to the pad locks on his high heels. Then he took off the blouse and the skirt. He reached into the new box, pulled out the ring gag and inserted it between his teeth and padlocked it behind his neck. He took the cream out, labeled testosterone, and smeared it on his penis and put it into the cylinder at the end of the device he now had a name for, the 'felatcherator', and strapped it around his legs and waist with the straps that came with it, to hold the cylinder on. He felt it yearn for activity as the testosterone was absorbed into the skin. He smeared the progesterone cream on his nipples again and put on the suction cups. He stuck the penis gag end of the felatcherator into his mouth and strapped it behind his neck, also. He put the vibrating penis into his butt with testosterone cream on it and sat down on a chair to drive it in so it wouldn't come out. It had a bulbous end that would keep it from coming out accidentally. The horse hair brushed against his thigh and legs to create a sensual tickling sensation. He went to his front door, unlocked it, laid down the remote control on the floor in front of the door, got the single sleeve and walked over to the bathroom door and paused for a minute. He thought, "This is it Paul, no turning back now." This thought became utterly stupid as he thought about it because he could not imagine going back to his normal world with the permanent changes that had been thrust upon him. "Who could be doing this to me??", he thought. Then he took out the spreader bar, strapped it onto his ankles and turned the wing nut to keep his legs apart about 3 feet. He pulled up the single sleeve onto his arms, from his wrists to his upper arms behind him, threw the strings over the bathroom door and pulled on the strings to tighten the sleeve until his arms were tightly secured behind his back. He tied the strings in a knot, slipped it over the inside door knob, pushed in the lock button and shut the door. As he leaned down the strings tightened more. There he stood. Bent over with his tits hanging down with suction cups on them. His legs were spread until they began to hurt. He started to move his tongue around in his mouth against the fake penis in his mouth and felt the corresponding sensation on his penis in the cylinder. It was delicious. It appeared that every sensation from his tongue movement was transferred to the membrane in the cylinder end of the felatcherator and magnified slightly on his penis skin and nerves. He began to forget that he was in a very uncomfortable position with his legs spread apart and his arms pulled tight behind him and forcing his arms up because the rope went over the top of the door and hooked on the door knob on the other side as he got himself more and more aroused by sucking and squeezing, and manipulating the penis in his mouth with corresponding sensations on his real manhood, and gave himself the best blow job he'd ever had. His pleasure grew and his knees grew weak. He exploded into the cylinder. A very intense orgasm, and it kept going as he blew his fluid into the cylinder. He was sucking his sperm up through the 24" long clear plastic tube that attached the two appliances together and tasted his own fluid for the first time. He couldn't stop sucking, though, he was still in the throes of his orgasm and his pleasure had not yet subsided. His mind questioned, "I'm a man, aren't I?" Just then he heard something at the front door. A female voice said "Hello?" He was instantly embarrassed and humiliated. He was caught. Around the corner walked Amy. She looked at him. He strained to lift his head and looked at her. She smiled and pushed the remote control button and his butt started to vibrate and turn him on again. He just looked at her. His eyes were wide and full of questions. She said, "Hi, Paul. You look like you're having fun." He let out a muffled scream as it all began to sink in. She had sent the helmet. This was, somehow, the virtual reality she had spoke to him about. The programming was part of him now. He would be like this forever. She started to explain to him then, "You see, I fell in love with you. But you were so wrapped up in your internet dreams that you had no time for me. Then, I started on the research to create virtual reality. As I worked, I noticed that by passing two laser beams through certain brain tissue, it would trigger certain behavior. I tried it on my self and was able to make my self so horny to certain stimulae that I actually changed my orientation from straight to lesbian. When I altered myself so that I had to have female sex, I tried to reverse it but the effects were permanent. The brain is like a muscle if it is developed a certain way it stays that way. I was able only to change myself enough to still like a good hard penis with my lesbian sex. That's when I decided to get back at you for causing all this. And here you are. Because of the training with the felatcherator and the helmet's reinforcement, you will like sucking penis now. The felatcherator links the actions of your mouth to pleasure as you train yourself how to give blowjobs. You will look like a woman, a really sexy woman, for me permanently. You will like to get it in the butt, because of the stimulation you are experiencing from the butt plug and the development of your brain centers from the helmet.. But you will also like to use that pleasure rod on a woman, Me. So as you have yourself again, just think of how much fun we are going to have. You will be my maid, and lover, until I tire of you, then I will sell you to a rich foreigner. So you had better keep me happy. If you do a good job, maybe we'll get you a playmate." She looks around to look at you, reader. "Any volunteers?!"