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This story contains the adult themes of forced feminization, sex, rape (of a virtual character) of teenage boys. It is not intended for persons who are less than 18 years of age, or persons who are offended by cross- dressing and or forced feminization themes. The LMVK was a quantum leap past any virtual reality game ever created. Screen games had long been obsolete, but the reality of VR at the time, left a lot to be desired. The resolution of nervous system feedback was very unrealistic. Those responsive rubber suits that suspended a player from his ceiling in the basement didn't provide much in the way of realistic responses and although one could "feel" a car crash, or a sexual experience, it was hardly the same as the real thing - until the LMVK came out. The Linear Medulla Virtual Kaleidoscope tapped directly into the brain and provided responses that were undistinguishable from reality. The effect was roughly one million times the virtual resolution of any other system, but to experience it, for now, you had to go to a VRS - a virtual reality Salon. Safety controls, including an IV that allowed the player to play for days rather than just hours were just too complex to turn over to a casual user. Playing for days meant that the system could provide more meaningful fantasy play than just playing a game. Now, entire vacations were promised, and complete scenarios involving adventure, violence, drugs and especially sex could all be experienced as you both created the outline before hand and lived it inside the system. Since the system was not constrained by mere physics, it could compress experiences. It operated on a 3X time density meaning 3 days full of experience for every real time day. For safety reasons, three days real time were all the company could allow players, but that meant 9 days of playing time. At 9 Tom had gotten one of the very first total VR systems which now seemed like a toy in comparison to even base level systems. Only 8 years later, the LMVK changed everything. His friends Steve, and Paul talked endlessly about their first trip to a VR Salon and how cool that was going to be. The three friends however were only 17 and not able to go without parental consent that stated that the parent had reviewed the game and endorsed both the scenario and the characters. A parent had the right to change anything about the game that they found disturbing. Tom's sister Lydia was finishing her breakfast and sick of hearing about their stupid video game. "Man," said Tom, "I programmed this babe with just the right tits and she can suck the lugnuts off a tire. God she's hot!" Lydia stood up disgusted, "She's just Electrons Tom." Steve perked up, "Some very realistic electrons though." Paul leaned forward. "Hey Lyd, I got you programmed in baby." Steve high fived Paul and they hit knuckles grinning the whole time. "You're disgusting!" she yelled as she pushed her way by. "Yo, dude," said Tom. "Lay off, she's my sister. Besides, you should program her with much bigger tits." She slapped at him but he dodged her easily. ?You guys are so lame! It's a beautiful day where real girls are living all around you and all you guys want is some fantasy game." She scraped her plate into the sink and turned to leave. Tom said, "Hey, Paul, maybe you can program out that big mouth too!" The boys laughed as she left. Her mom was getting ready to drive the boys to the salon and sitting beside her laptop on the vanity was the parental consent software. She looked down curiously and noticed that the password was inside the front cover of the manual and the registration number was on the disk. Mom was brushing her long dark hair in the bathroom. On an impulse, she typed that information into an email and sent it to her own mailbox, then she began looking at the scenario and characters Tom had selected for their VR game. She thumbed through the manual and came accross a function called morph-game. "Morph-Game: Any two scenarios can be morphed together starting with one and the game will automatically morph the plot and characters into the second one at or around a specified playing time." Mom came out of the bathroom still putting on an earring. She had a real estate client that afternoon after dropping off the boys and then would be working with open houses most of the weekend. She walked up behind Lydia and draped an arm around her neck hugging her and kissing the top of her head. "So am I doing the right thing letting this machine take my boy?" Lydia put down the manual and leaned back into her mother's hug. "Oh, it's probably harmless, he and his lame friends are already drones, so making them into zombies should be an improvement." "What did they say this time?" "Just things, nothing important. So, mom, did you disable the sex module?" "Of course. But they're just boys being curious. Like you said, it's harmless fun and they seem so excited about it." She kissed her daughter's head again and hugged her, "just because I disable the sex module doesn't mean I neutered him for real." "I wish I could neuter the three of them," she said laughing. "Now, don't be mean." Mom was dressed and ready to go. She stopped to press send on the parental consent screen and shut the computer off and made her way out to the kitchen. "Okay boys, I guess we're ready." "Hey Mrs. H.," said Paul taking her voluptuous form in, but trying to do it respectfully. "I must say you look lovely today." "Get in the car Paul," she said evenly. The boys got up quietly, but it was obvious they were buzzing about how great their experience would be. Paul was last out and turned to Lydia where her mother couldn't see and winked at her. Lydia wanted to scream. She paced for a few minutes to calm down, then sat down to read her email. Out of curiosity, she went to the VRS website and logged on using her mother's password. Mom hadn' t changed it. She brought up the main character ... Dirk Heimlach. 6'3" tall Germanic, blonde hair, blue eyes, muscular, athletic aggressive, 28, former pilot, virile and considered incredibly attractive, even with that small scar on his left cheek. She hated him. Her cursor floated over the height field and she idly clicked on it and typed 5'2". The character on the screen shrunk. She put back the 6'3" Just for kicks she went into Morph-Game. She began altering the character in the new game. 5'2, waifish, slim/clumsy, effeminate, submissive ... she hesitated at age, and giggled filling in 12. No scar, but a beauty mark. Fuller lips, slimmer waist ... now he looked like a girl! She laughed out loud. Intelligence: below average. A pop up screen came up. 'Since the main character is a minor, should there be adults in charge of him?' She typed in yes and opened a screen with a family tree on one side and a list of possible characters on the other. The open fields were for "primary authority figure" and "Secondary authority figure," along with peers, and an open one. She clicked on primary authority figure and giggled again when she clicked on "sister". A girl popped up that was about the same age as the main character. The two could have been twins. She thought at first since she was an authority figure that the program would make her older than him. She clicked it up to watch the girl grow to be twenty, then stepped back down watching it morph into a baby. Cool. But then she clicked it up to about 6 years of age and leaned back into her chair and laughed. Here her brother was geared up to be a secret agent and bag babes all over the world and wouldn't he be surprised of he ends up being an effeminate 12 year old boy being ordered around by a six year old girl? A button at the bottom said "autofind suitable scenario." She clicked on it and saw that many of them were greyed out because the sex module was deactivated. But one caught her eye and she clicked on it almost in hysterics. "Sissy." "Sissy: through the actions of other characters/authority figures/ or situations, the character is forced to wear female clothing and become subissive to the whims of others." She clicked "accept" and dried her tears of laughter as she struggled to fill in the screen that came up next. "Sexual response to being dressed up?" she answered yes and a pop up came up asking her to change the sexual response window. She clicked on no release/ extreme excitement. "Humiliation: Do others know he is a boy when he is dressed up?" Yes. "Public Humiliation: How often is he forced to go out in public?" once a day. "Humiliation: Forced public demeaner: specify." Curtsey, extreme politeness, voice attenuation: little girl. "Humiliation: Public punishments?" yes. "Specify punishments," Spanking, time outs, verbal abuse, wash mouth out with soap, telling strangers about sissy behaviour. "Forced contact with others: Specify." Boys:kissing, boys:holding hands, Girls:play girl games together, order him around, Women: treat him like a child, Men:laugh and call names and treat like a child, other children general: Find him amusing. Teens: girls pretend he's cute while making fun, boys bored and ignore him. She looked up at the clock and realized that it was only about 20 minutes until the game started. She hesitated. Should she ruin her brother?s expensive video game? He and his friends were such snots and they treated real girls like they were just pieces of meat. Yeah, I?ll do it. What if they found out before the game started and just stopped it, and restored the file? She was going to be in a world of trouble anyway, so what the hell ... she pressed morph game and uploaded the new game to the system, then opened an observation port to watch. She leaned back and remembered that she knew Steve's sister. She was a year younger than Lydia at 16, but, well who knows? I'm sure she was sick of this stupid game too. She called Jessica just as the three boys were being strapped in at the VRS. "Hi Jessica? Hi, this is Lydia - Tom's sister ... yeah, hey, listen, are you as fed up as I am with our brothers and their stupid game? Yeah? Oh, my god, you have to come over ... but ... do you know where your mom and dad are keeping the parental control module? Really? Grab it and come over! This is going to be the best weekend ever ... oh, and doesn't Paul have an older sister at community college? Angie? She lives at home? Oh my god! Come over, this is going to be the best thing ever!" Angie, as it turns out was doing a paper on feminist politics and thought Lydia's plan was the funniest thing she had ever heard. An hour later, they were finished with the changes and sent them to VRS. Twenty minutes later, the game changed radically for the three boys. Since time was compressed, the video port would stream in real time while the boys would have experienced the whole thing beforehand. Tom's character was flying a helicopter across the desert with a voluptuous blonde beside him with the biggest tits any of the girls had ever seen vibrating to the rythem of the rotor. The fuel guage was nearly empty as he opened up with the 20mm cannon destroying the airplane on the ground. He landed as the copter ran out of fuel. The blonde smiled at him almost fondly, then, just as she was kissing him she pulled a needle from her bra and tried to stab him with it. He was too quick. He grabbed it and tossed it away kissing her deeply. The girls rolled their eyes and waited. He took out a handgun and held it on her, pushing her bra strap down with the muzzle of the gun, she grinned confidently. "So, is that the only gun you'll pull for a woman?" He was near climax and had assumed that his mother had allowed the sex module after all. She opened his shirt and then scratched his chest wickedly. He fell to his knees. "What's the matter darling. A little cat-scratch-fever?" The gun fell and she grabbed it as he sat down. "I'm part of an organization called MEOWIN - Men's Egos Out-Women In. We're tired of secret agent types ruining the world and now we've decided to make nice little boys out of you." A helicopter landed behind her with what looked like a coffin. "Into the temporal cryotank with you secret agent man." And just like that, Tom's fantasy was over and his nightmare was just about to begin. His character awoke on crisp sheets in a plain white boy's room. He was wearing only underwear. He heard in the background two car engines racing. He got up and ran down the stairs of a small house and out into the street. Screaming up the street were two cars, one a bright green Lotus Espirit careening back and forth on the narrow street followed closely by a yellow Lamborghini intent on trading some paint. The two cars screamed past him at probably at least a hundred miles an hour. He recognized them instantly, they were his two friends. A booming female voice yelled out from behind him. "Tommy, what in the world are you doing outside in your underwear?" "How the ... ?" he turned to face this woman. She was about 50, matronly and very stern looking. This was a VR world where he had specified his name. How did she know his real one? He slowly became aware of the world around him and finally of himself. He was in a quiet residential neighborhood. There were parents and kids out in the yards who had come out to see the commotion. They were all pointing and staring at him standing at curbside in his underwear. He looked down and realized that he was a very pale boy. He was skinny and short and small and as he shivered thinking about it, he was also becoming very erect. He wondered looking out at the faces staring at him how many had real people behind them. He put his hands down over his hardening penis and slowly began to make his way back to the house. The large matronly woman stormed out to him and grabbed his ear painfully and pulled him back into the house. "My god you are an embarrassment of a nephew! What makes you think you can wander around outside without clothes on at your age? What? Answer me boy!" She mercifully let go of his ear. "I, uh shouldn't be here. I'm a secret agent, I was set up by MEOWIN." She grabbed him and pulled him to a mirror. "So, this is what passes for a secret agent?" "No, I, was a grown man, and ... the temporal cryotank." "Well, let me tell you who you really are. You are my worthless nephew who can't seem to stop fantasizing all the time. So, now, I'm about fed up with you! Since you haven't learned to cover yourself properly, I'm going to get somebody more advanced to help you out. Eva, come here." Tom felt a burning pit in his stomach at even hearing the name Eva. Eva was his 6 year old sister and for some reason unknown to him, he was always afraid of her. At meeting her, Tom began to have a lifetime of memories come back. He had always been here. It was the life where he was a 17 year old boy with his two friends pretending to be secret agents in a VRS that was not real. He was Tommy, a quiet strange boy who cried easily and was always in trouble with his aunt Mildred since his mother and father died just a year ago. "Eva, I want you to take your brother upstairs and dress him up in your prettiest clothes. You will do this every morning for the rest of the week. In fact, you are now in charge of your older brother. You will do his chores and receive his allowance as long as you supervise him in doing your old chores. Can you handle this sweetheart?" Eva had reddish brown hair that was long and always meticulously braided. She was petite and loved girly things. She even skipped everywhere she went and always wore dresses and usually seemed to have a dolly with her whom she talked to. "Is this okay Madeline?" she whispered to the dolly. She held it up to her ear and giggled. "Of course Aunt Mildred, I would love to dress up Tommy. May I call her Tammy though?" Tom had had enough. It was simple, the game had safewords. If you didn't like it, you just said the safeword and it would boot you out. He stood confidently and said, 'Growfarts.' Aunt Mildred grabbed him by the arm and yanked him into the bathroom. "Oh, you nasty, nasty boy! Why can't you be sweet like your sister? Fine, you know what young man? You'll learn how to be nice from now on ... from your sister!" She turned to see Eva standing quietly not sure what to say. "I'm sorry my brother isn't doing well. Gosh, I just know he's the nicest person. Yes Aunt Mildred. I can teach him how to be good." Aunt Mildred seemed like she would burst with pride, "Of course you can! Now go and do as your sister tells you." Eva giggled and grabbed Tom by the wrist. He was helpless to fight back. What was worse though was not only had his fantasy been taken over by these bizarre people, but Tommy was responding sexually to all of this and all he wanted more than anything was to sit down and cry. Eva took out some panties with lots and lots of lace on them and Tommy swooned over them and couldn't get them on fast enough. Some pink tights and a slip the pouffed out came next, then a dress so frilly it was not fit for a six year old over all of that that tied in back in a big bow and had great big silky white puffy sleeves and little pink bows and lace at the sleeves with a lacy bib like thing that went over the front of it that also tied in back in a great big bow that was all pink, and finally she sat him down on the floor in front of her and did up his long hair in pony tails that stuck out the sides of his head cutely as she tied them with matching ribbons. He burst out crying when he saw himself in the mirror. Tammy made a beautiful girl that looked at least as young as his 6 year old sister. Eva dried his tears and handed him a stuffed pink bear. "Now carry this with you everywhere so you don't get scared anymore okay Tammy?" Tammy/Tommy hated it that the bear did make him feel better and that just hugging it helped him to stop crying. There was a loud aggressive knock on the door. Tammy and Eva looked at each other, then Eva grinned, "Let's go see who it is okay Sweetie?" She grabbed Tammy by the wrist and led her back down the stairs skipping, then holding her there as she opened the door. There were two men. "We hear you have our friend Dirk held hostage. We've come for some payback!" The two leapt into the house guns ready to blaze, but only aunt Mildred, Eva and now Tammy stood in the center of the room, all terrified. Finally, Aunt Mildred spoke. "Yes, I see. Do you know a Tom or Tommy?" The two looked confused, even stunned. "Yes, well, this is embarrassing." She took Tammy's hand and led him to face the two men. "You see, Tommy likes to fantasize that he is a secret agent. But, deep down inside he's just a sissyboy who is easily dominated by little girls. Go have your fun boys, little Tammy wants to play dressup." She turned to Tammy. "Isn't that right sweetheart. Tell your little friends all about it." Tammy stepped forward with tears in his eyes. "I really, really love to be a little girly girl and I'm so lucky that my sister Eva here can teach me." "Wha? Tommy, is this true man?" Tammy was shaking inside. The character override was on and he could not tell them in game space that it was not true. He burst out crying and hugged his pink bear to stop from crying. Eva stepped over to him. "Tammy, quit being rude to company, go and have a timeout sweetie. Sit in the corner like a good girl." Tammy wanted to scream out to his friends that this stupid game was making all this up, but all he could do, was go sit in the corner and sob into his little pink bear. The three sisters rolled on the floor laughing at the big tough would-be secret agent now hugging a little pink bear being punished by a six year old girl. "Oh, my, god!" screamed Lydia. "Sit in the corner ... like a good girl! What a riot!" "Where's Paul, we have to open his portal, he's next. I don't want to miss this! The two men whispered to each other. and finally the one with dark hair in an Italian suit spoke up. "If we find out that this is some kind of hostage situation, killin' won't be good enough for all of you!" They ran out and the whine of expensive sports car engines and burning rubber filled the air and they were gone. Paul flipped on the video phone in the Ferrari. "I think Tommy's gone over to the dark side man. That's some wierd shit." "No kiddin' buddy, after we do this mission, we should shoot the little bastard ourselves." "Yeah man, last thing, we put the little sissy out of her misery. Gotta go man. Got a plane to catch. See ya in Cairo!" he turned the Ferrari hard and powerslid accross four lanes of airport traffic before careening onto the tarmack and into the back of a moving cargo plane as it took off. He got out of the car and straightened the Armani suit. His chiseled frame looked good in this. He closed the cargo door. There was no crew aboard the c-131. Instead, a half naked woman in a black evening gown was strapped into the pilot's chair. She released the seatbelt as he stepped in. Paul recognized her instantly. She was the hottest set of stats in his database of characters. She was absolutely stacked. Not with those outrageous racks that the others were into, but, instead, he had taken Playboy stats from centerfolds for the last ten years, averaged them, and embellished the rack, just a little and pulled in the waist, just a little. He gave her auburn hair and bright green eyes, and a list of turn-ons a mile long. He had given her everything to make her perfect in his eyes. His sister, however had given her something else... "Thought you might like a lift Ace," she said confidently, before putting on the auto pilot and swiveling around to greet him. Her gown was cut with a neckline that met at the waist in a silver chain. Her long curled hair silkily rolled over her shoulder as she stood up. She put her slick wet red lips next to his. "We have 10 hours. Do you think you can outlast the autopilot Ace?" she whispered just before she kissed him lightly and reached down to fondle his penis through his suit. Paul couldn't believe his luck. His mom hadn't overridden the sex module. Damn, this was going to be sweet. 10 hours on a plane with her! He suavely tossed the jacket aside and pulled her tiny waist to him and kissed her deeply. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off of him, then his undershirt to reveal a perfect six-pack of abs, and rock hard pecks. But she was more interested in his glutes. They were both breathing hard now as she kneeled down in front of him and undid his trousers, untied his shoes, pulled his boxers off and had him step out of all of it, including taking his socks too. Then, she took off the silver chain and put it around his waist, before letting her dress fall to the floor as she stood up. "Nice package Ace," she said wetly. "Thanks," he said confidently as he couldn't keep his eyes off of her tits rising and falling with each breath. "Too bad you don't like using it." "What?" He still hadn't noticed, so she stepped forward and put his hand on her very large penis. "Intel on you is that you only like the backdoor. Is that true Ace?" "No! I mean ... oh, god! Growfarts! Growfarts!" "Oh, now sweetheart, we can grow more than that! Word also has it that you suck some serious cock too. I'll definitely give you that chance. Ten hours worth of chances baby." She held the dress out to him while stepping out of her high heeled slippers. "Can't forget the fuck me pumps. Right Ace?" His eyes were fixated on the dress. He put it on and fortunately, it was made of stretchy fabric, then the pumps. He found that he had no hair on his body, and although he was muscular, the dress made him feel feminine and with his athletic grace, balancing on the heels on a moving c-131 was still nearly impossible. He fell to his knees and she smiled. "Perfect," she said trying to contain her passion. "I like you better this way anyway." She pushed the head of her enormous penis into his mouth. "The more you lube up with spit sweetie, the easier it is to take Paula." Paula? But, Paul's not my name here! He wanted to run. A shemale was about to shove an enormous penis up his ass. He had never thought much about what that must feel like, but it made him shake inside. He found that he couldn't run, or fight. It must be that belt ... but he found he couldn't take it off. He fumbled with it while his lips played up and down over the head of her cock. She played with her breasts for a minute and they detatched. Apparently they were the new nano-implants that look absolutely real. She pressed one onto his chest until they molded to him perfectly, then the other. He felt the belt pull his waist in and other changes seemed to happen that pressed his skin in here and there and when he looked up, his hot little trampy sexpot was now a man. The belt was also a nanosuit. "You won't get away with this!" he screamed, but that came out as a woman's voice. "That's you won't get away with this SIR! Now Bend over for MEOWIN sweetheart." "Who?" asked Paul. "MEOWIN - Men's Egos out Women's IN. All us girls that you meet from now on, we'll all be MEOWIN for you." He saw in the reflection of the console that his face was reshaping and permanent lipsitck was being rolled over his old features. It was true that nano tech could be removed, but it was costly and time consuming if it was somebody else's. By the time he got rid of it, the game would probably be over. What the hell was he thinking? It wasn't real anyway. But, before this could even come to pass, he had to get over the fact that he had never felt desire as great as the one he felt at that moment to suck his first cock. He had never been so turned on before in his life. Try as he might, he had to overcome the gag reflex and after some eager practice he did manage to get the first 6-8 inches into his mouth. It was only five minutes into the flight and already his jaw was sore. 9 hours and 55 minutes to Cairo. The man took his penis out of Paul's mouth and slapped his ass hard and handed him a tube of lubricant. "Lube it good baby, or it's gonna really hurt sweetheart." Paul Eagerly lubed up his tormentor?s shaft and his own ass and was screaming inside. "I'm not gay! Don't do this! I didn't sign on to be fucked in the ass!", but in game space all he could say was, "god, I want this, take me sir, take me hard and long. mmmmmmmmmm" As penis filled him up, he stopped screaming and started crying. He was nearly passed out on the edge of orgasm when he realized he didn't hate it. Eight hours and thirty two minutes to Cairo. Angie sat up from the monitor curious about something. "Lydia? What do you think it means that Paul's negative stress numbers are radically decreasing on the monitor?" Lydia came over to get a closer look at the screen. "Maybe it has something to do with his positive stress numbers going through the roof. Go Paula!" "You mean?" Jessica left it open. "Yep, I guess he likes being the girl." "Good to know when he gets engaged someday," said Jessica giggling, "Oh, oh, switch over to Steve," said Angie. "I've been waiting for this!" Steve was troubled by the incident with Tom. He found that his hands shook at the wheel of Mazerati. He had her moving pretty fast across the desert highway. He had a date with a tricked out 747 that would fly him to Cairo as soon as he stole it from the professional basketball team it really belonged to. He was sure it came with cheerleaders. Many of the players were parked nearby. Their hummers and tricked out cars made him want to humiliate them even more. He was a secret agent with impeccable skills, he was faster, smarter and more skilled than any of these guys. He wheeled the Mazarati into a handicapped space, and ran up the ramp to the plane. As usual, his timing was perfect and he slid in, just before the door closed with his gun drawn. The stewardess nearly screamed so he pulled her into him and kissed her. "No harm love," he whispered in a charming English accent. "Now, we'll just get rid of some baggage and be on our way..." He stepped into the aisle and pointed his gun at the coach. "Now I want you and your players to leave. Truly, you don't want to get hurt do you?" Four players drew weapons of their own. One 7' tall man stood up and easily grabbed the gun from him. "Nigga' please!" The others laughed. "I got this one coach." The coach sat back down and opened a playbook. The plane taxied out. "So, bitch, you think you gonna' punk us out?" Steve struck out with a well placed blow, but the man was so much stronger and bigger that it didn't matter. The man easily pulled Steve down over his knee and spanked him so hard that he began to cry. He was then thrown to the floor. "Now, you, gonna be the ho on this flight and you gonna even ho for the ho's. You deliver the drinks and do what everybody tells you slick, or we gonna introduce you to Mr. Pimp hand." The player then strip searched him easily taking all his clothes, wallet and secret agent gear, like the fancy watch that also is a bomb. He stood there naked in front of the team. The stewardess got up to give the safety speech, but the player yelled out. "Sit down baby, let your ho do it. Take a load off sweeteart. Now tell us about exits ho." The stewardess handed him the seatbelt and the instructions and sat back down. He awkwardly read them, then sat down as the plane turned for its final taxi before taking off. Just as they were airborne, the player spoke up again. "Hey ho! put some clothes on yo nasty ass." "But you took my clothes," he said reasonably. "So, you better get some, or I'll bust you wit a pimp hand cracka. Maybe you should ask around." He stood up and looked around for someone about the same size as him. Two guys about his stature were in the third row. "Excuse me," he said awkwardly, could you loan me some clothes?" They both looked him up and down and laughed. "Uh, no. Hey Miller your ho's in need of a bitch slap!" The players all laughed as Miller stood - well stooped to avoid the ceiling as he turned to face the ho. "Listen ho, you don't talk to playas unless they want something from you. Got it? As a ho, you can only talk to hos. Maybe one of them in back gonna loan you some clothes. You ask real nice and you wear everything they give you. I don't wanna see you until you look nice for me ho." He shoved Steve to the back where several women were talking and laughing. They stopped immediately when they saw him. A gorgeous blonde with platinum hair and probable breast implants looked up with big blue eyes while chewing gum. "What the hell do you want?" Steve still felt this might have some real upside potential. "I, uh, need some clothes." "Didn't you hear your pimp sweetie? He said ask real nice and only talk to hos. Do I look like a ho to you?" "I, uh, no, uh, I'm sorry." "Well of course I look like a ho! What are you blind sweetie?" The girls laughed raucously as they swarmed around him. They put him into a silver g-string and glued tassles onto his nipples. They produced a pushup bra that gave him cleavage, some thigh high stockings, a little black and white maid's outfit complete with an apron and a petticoat but was also low cut enough to hand the tassles out of. They put him into a long blonde wig, severe makeup that made him look trashy and finally some black patent leather 6" platform heels. "Now go to your pimp sweetie." He had trouble mincing down the aisle, but managed to wobble without falling down. "Das betta." He stood up again. "Anybody want a ho? Five bucks. Jackson, I know your jump shot?s off cause you ain't gettin' enough man. You need a hummer baby." "Yeah, but not from ... that." The men laughed. "How's about a lap dance ho? Get some music." A hard rap tune banged from a box behind him and as the player's fist doubled up Steve began to fear him again and began to half heartedly dance. He suddenly remembered the safe word, the word that ended the game. "Growfarts!" he exclaimed. The player slapped him. "Try harder bitch." He was devastated that the safe word didn't work. The fear of the pimp drove him now. He went all out bumping and grinding and trying to move in a feminine way. The girls started to cheer him on as he kept up his desperate performance for three whole songs. At the end the player pulled him into his lap and he realized with a start that both he and the player were rock hard. "You did okay ho, now go get Blondie from the back to finish me off. Stay and see how a pro does it. There'll be a test later." The pimp stood him up easily and slapped him hard in the ass. He was horrified at how disappointed he was. He wanted the man, he wanted to please him and now, he was going to have to watch another woman ... another woman? What the hell was happening here? Thank god the man wanted a woman instead of him. Blondie danced for him much more suggestively and ground her pussy against his cock before going down on him. First she pulled his pants and underwear down and then she licked his balls, shaft and finally after teasing the cock head to the rhythm of the music, she sucked in the whole shaft hungrily slurping her own saliva and when he got real close he grabbed her hair and fucked her face, jamming it down hard when he came and came while she sucked and slurped until he was relaxed again. The other girls had drifted up not just to see the action, but they knew that the boys would want some of their own after watching. Players took the women to various parts of the plane. The only one not going anywhere with someone was his pimp who pulled him down into his very big lap and stroked his hard little penis through the silver g-string. "It's okay baby, when we land, I know just the pimp to make you all you can be. Now go serve us all up some drinks bitch." He tried not to cry, but here he was supposed to be in control on a great adventure, bagging babes and now he was a ho for a man who would pimp him out for five bucks. What was more was that he felt cemented inside of him that he would do whatever he was told. He got up and took drink orders from men receiving blow jobs, women getting fucked, and the waitresses who normally served drinks looked at him snidely and said "thank you ho, no go back to your man." They landed in a strange city and were greeted by a limo. Steve, the other girls and his pimp got in one limo, and the players got in theirs. The man he had thought was a player really was just a pimp who got girls for real players. They emptied the limo at a very strange club where girls in cages danced by the entrance and costumed people fornicated on the dance floor and there were lights and beautiful people everywhere. The pimp reached in back of the bar and grabbed a silver chain, then pulled up Steve?s dress and connected it. Steve's body began to reshape before the eyes of everyone in the bar. The pimp grabbed him by the wrist as he was changing and pushed him onto a set. The music died and the people settled in for the show. The pimp pushed him out onto the stage and said, "Now read the damn cue card bitch, and do what they tell you!" Steve read the first cue card. "Hello Mr. Johnson, I believe I have some cleaning to do?" Steve recognized it instantly. It was the porn movie that his sister had caught him watching. It was part of the "Maid for Service" series. This particular one made him want to cry just now though. Because it was titled, Sally Maid cleans the backdoor." He had seen the whole thing like ten times and he knew that 10 men would come in one by one and fuck him. The dirty blowjobs after were just window-dressing. He was Sally, and this was what it was like to be exploited. Why hadn't he listened to his sister? His knees felt weak as he felt the nano suit pulling his penis up and shaping it into a vagina. "Sally, how long have you been working for me?" asked Mr. Johnson "About two hours sir," she said reading the cue cards. "Do you know why I hired you?" "I don't know sir, but, you didn't take your eyes off my ass the entire interview." "You didn't seem to mind." - robe falls open - Sally drops to her knees. "If you put that up inside my ass, I'll be happy to clean it for you afterwards sir." "Now that's service!" He managed to not cry until Mr. Johnson entered him the first time. "Cut, we'll have to reshoot it," yelled the pimp. Mr. Johnson pulled out leaving Steve breathless. The crowd clapped and milled about. Mr. Johnson smirked. "Okay by me. I'm on a nine day contract." Steve finally got through the first scene without crying after ten takes. Johnson took the rest of the day off, so her pimp took out some magazines - his magazines from the real world! and set up a photo shoot. "Pose like her ho! No, no, with the leg up! Sell it bitch! Now go put on the red teddy. That's it, now arch your back and look at me like you want to suck some cock." The door burst open and in rushed Paul. "Help! he screamed, the safewords don't work ... Steve ... " The two now were decked out like slutty shemales. "The women ... in the program ... the characters I made ... all became shemales ... it's horrible ... I can't stop them from ... oh my god, how do we get out? What happened to you?" He faltered and fell to the floor beside his friend who was posed like a seductress with a phone. "Paul, my sister made me make the porn I watch ... it's horrible ... we still have 8 days in here!" His hand fell down and touched his friend's and something amazing happened. He felt like he could get away. He sat up and let go and it disappeared and he began to strike the next pose. Steve felt it too, the shemales that had been chasing him stopped and backed away. He grabbed his friend's hand again and they both felt the energy run through them. As long as they held hands they could get away, but to where? Maybe if they went back to Tom they could save him too! They ran out of studio and the shemales and the pimp stayed at arm's length. No matter how fast or slow, they simply followed within a few feet. The two got into the pimp's limo and told it to go to Tom's house. Fortunately, the game knew where that was. As they made their way inside, the army of shemales and pimps stayed outside. They ran to their friend Tom and grabbed him hoping that meant that they could all escape and still have the rest of their adventure. As they joined hands, however, Eva stepped into the room and smiled sweetly and all three of them suddenly felt that they should really, really try to be good girls. Aunt Mildred stood over them. They had been diminishing in size during their ride to the house. Tammy was shocked to see them dressed like slutty adult women. But, now those clothes were falling off of them. Steve was relieved to see his penis again. Aunt Mildred crossed her arms. "So, I see you two are finally willing to be good little girls?" "Let us go!" shouted Paul. "Now, now, what's all the fuss? I can always let your little friends in to play... " "N-n-no. Please don't, A-Aunt Mildred," Paul said defeated. "Very well then, you two, go with Eva and if I hear even one bad word about you for the rest of your eight whole days here, I'm letting them in to take you away again. Do you understand Paula?" "Yes ma'am," came the tearful reply. Eva handed him a soft cuddly stuffed cat and he cried into that for a moment before collecting himself. "Sally, you go too. Eva will give you a bath, then you get your very own clothes." After their humiliating bath given by a six year old girl, they all sat playing Old Maid on the floor of the living room when there was a loud knock on the door that left the three boys trembling. Three little boys with flowers had come to walk them in the park that Sunday. Each one had a bouquet and explained that Aunt Mildred had asked them at church to welcome the girls from out of town. Each couple settled in on the park benches with each little boy putting an arm around his "date." With eight days left on their little sissy adventure, the girls watching their brothers while laughing madly, making sure to give those little boys the green light, to steal third base from each of their little dates... The LMVK was found in its original design to imprint events on the human psyche. In some cases - as with Paul, Steve and Tom, it left lifelong behavior patterns. When Paul was dropped from stasis, he was so turned on that he came instantly. As he got dressed, he wondered if the experience would have any consequences on his life. He told on his evil sister, but then what? To tell the truth, he missed the sensuous fabric rubbing against his genitals. He knew he would definitely try that again. And, well, the shemale thing? He might try that too. Paula does nightly shows now in Vegas and prefers the intimate company of fellow transgendered folk. Steve never wanted to look at porn again. He felt like he should write to every model in every magazine and apologize for his former interest in it. He dedicated his life from that day on to eradicating the abuse, trafficking and prostitution of women. And, in one small place in his closet, he kept a little maid's outfit that would come back to haunt him during his bid for the Supreme Court. Tom awoke from stasis last. The first thing he did was cry. Then, he masturbated. He was incredibly sore and more than irritated. He knew his sister was behind the whole thing. His cool adventure had been spent in little petticoats and dresses and what was even more maddening, was that now, he was getting hard thinking about them all over again. He masturbated again crying. Then he got dressed and wondered how he was going to explain it all to his mother. The part that was hardest to explain, however, is that now he really did like acting and talking and being like a little a girl. Years later, when the glitches of the LMVK were worked out, Tom discovered a time travel method that allowed him to travel back and warn people about the effects of the LMVK. But, his time machine was not well calibrated and he went back too far and nobody listened. So, not able to get back, he wrote the whole story in a forum specializing in fiction using a pen named that shared the acronym LMVK.