Xenthia Chapter 1 Hypna and Morphia
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Xenthia
The Prequel
By Sadie Chan
This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to any real persons or events is
purely coincidental. Please leave a review - this is my first TG work and I
looking for help. If you want to get in contact with me please feel free -
my e-mail address is [email protected]
I stared at my computer screen trying to fathom whether what I was reading
could really be true. Sometimes I could be too open-minded and na?ve and I
was wondering as I read the glowing text in front of me that this could be
one of those times.
Complete Feminization shone from the top of my monitor and right through
into my hopes and dreams. I had searched, as I do many times a day, on a
well-known search engine for things including various buzzwords that had a
hold over me - crossdressing, transvestite, forced feminisation and so
forth. I had been doing this for a few years and would find websites of
interest with brilliant and sometimes erotic art and photos of men being
transformed into women. I read stories at the Fictionmania homepage and
would immerse myself in work written by others like me who found thrill and
excitement in the transformation of a normal male into a beautiful and
stunning woman. And in my darkest hours I would masturbate to these stories
and imagine myself as the victim of some powerful woman's desires to convert
a nothing like me into a sensual and wonderful creature. I would sit there
imaginging it was me forced into sexy panties, me forced to be a sissy maid
or me being fucked in my new vagina by a beautiful woman with a strap-on. I
had become so obsessive of these stories and pictures to the point that it
had begun to take over my life.
I've been crossdressing since the age of 11 when I was first left alone in
the house by my mother and stepfather. My mother at that time was a very
powerful and vivacious woman who dressed boldly in short skirts and high
heels. I remember one afternoon being drawn to her bedroom door. I stared at
my first and certainly not last pair of black lace panties and slipped them
on. As the lace of the panties crept between my butt cheeks and wrapped my
small penis in a sensual cage I probably became lost to a fantasy which I
have become wrapped in ever since. And now at the age of 26 I'm a part-time
crossdresser and it has been my secret since that day. Having said that - I
once had a girlfriend who I had told bout it - and she converted me from a
guy who loved the feel and look of women's clothes on his body to a
convincing and attractive girly boy who could strut in heels, waltz into a
club and win the hearts of all the men and women there. It was so fulfilling
that the first person I'd loved and had the courage to tell actually
accepted me for who I was without any complaints - in fact she loved it! She
changed my life and we were very happy together for a few years. Over time I
think she thought less of me as the man she had once loved but more as the
toy that she loved to play with. She wanted a real man and I was not that.
She left me and I have not heard from her since. I was reduced to staring at
my computer screen whenever I had some time off. I think it was my way of
preventing myself from thinking and doing what I was terrifed of - starting
a new life as a real woman. But I had a job, a family and friends that I
couldn't bear to know the truth. I didn't want to lose them and so I was
left with this. And this is how I've been for the last few years - sad,
lonely and without much hope.
I lived on my own in a flat just outside south London. My job paid quite
well even though I was only a receptionist (the company I work for is very
high profile) and I didn't do very much with my life - my only real
spendings were on computer games, clothes (both male and female), food,
bills and rent. I very rarely went out these days - friends were all over
the country and I never enjoyed the transgender clubs as much these days. So
I would often stay in at home and while the evenings away watching
television or playing online games. Or by scouring the web for anything that
would grab my attention.
But this screen? even if it didn't offer a solution? it piqued my interest.
I had stumbled today during my search onto a site run by someone who called
herself Mistress Xenthia. Her name seemed exotic and intrigued me so I
clicked on the hyperlink. And as the page downloaded I quickly realised she
was a hypnotist.
I read her introduction; she had learnt hypnosis as part of her course at
university and had in particular studied erotic hypnosis. She wanted to open
a site intended for those with fetishes who wanted to realise them with
hypnosis as their support. Whilst she diced this in sexual wording and
compulsive writing she still sounded honest and a list of glowing reviews
(which easily could have been fraudulent) spanned endlessly down from her
introduction..
As I read I found myself becoming convinced that what she claimed she did
was true. However the cynical voice in the back of my head was telling me
that all hypnosis was subjective and that there would be nothing of interest
for me here anyway. Besides these days the Internet was full of false sites
that promised miraculous things for ridiculous sums of money. Sites designed
to prey on the lonely and unhappy like myself.
And that's when I spotted Complete Feminization towards the bottom-left of
her menu. It stood boldly in pink letters in a handwritten-like font that
screamed femininity. I clicked on the link and a simple message stood
beneath the title of the file:
Complete Feminizaiton
A series guaranteed to bring out the woman in a man. This was the first file
I ever created and over the years I have tweaked it so that you will become
the beautiful, wonderful and sexy girl you have always wanted to be without
fail. This series consists of 15 files.
Warning: Some of the changes in these files may not be reversible without
Mistress Xenthia's permission.
Cost: ?200
For more details click here
The price-tag immediately put me off. That and the fact that this would
probably not work anyway. After all - deep down whilst I wanted to become a
woman I also did not want to lose my life. So therefore the hypnosis
wouldn't work on me? at least that is what I had figured. I moved my cursor
to close down the window when I noticed another message below the price as I
scrolled down:
Mistress Xenthia's challenge - For those who like to live on the edge: Why
not try this file without reading the details? The hypnosis may work more
effectively and you will find yourself in a new adventure. Warning - these
files can be life-changing and this is not recommended for those with ANY
worries about the file's effects.
And as I read that something stirred in me - it made me feel nervous and I
could feel my heart pounding. But something else stirred too? a sense of
excitement and curiousity. And a question popped into my head as I stared
entranced by the pink writing on my screen?
"When was the last time I took a chance?" I felt stupid for thinking it.
With my heart beating faster I closed down the window - almost scared by the
temptation of Mistress Xenthia's challenge. Almost worried that if I
continued to stare at her challenge that I would be forced to take it on.
I slept fitfully that night - my dreams filled with confusing nightmares
that I could never remember as I woke up. And I woke up many times that
night with my heart pounding and my hands sweaty. I went in to my work
groggy and shaken up but as the day wore on I forgot about Xenthia and her
site. Luckily reception work can be pretty busy at the company where I work
and I had enough to do that day to take my mind off it.
When I got home I played around on the Internet a bit again, finding one of
my favourite stories. I masturbated violenty as I imagined myself as the
protagonist in this story - a teenage boy who had magically transformed into
a bimbo lesbian slut by his angry witch girlfriend. As the witch girlfriend
created a magic red corset that shrank around the new curvaceous bimbo's
waist, shrinking it beyond human levels, I climaxed violently into my sweaty
palm. I hated doing this but I didn't know what else to do. I felt lost
without? without her. And this provided solace. Even if it didn't feel
enough.
I decided tonight to sleep in a pair of pink schoolgirl panties I had bought
online? they made me feel young and cute as I curled up in bed. I remember
that night feeling relaxed as I fell into sleep with the lace of my
underwear riding up my butt and high on my waist. But what I remember more
than that was the wonderfully vivid dream I had.
I was lying on my bed and as I looked down I was dressed in one my favourite
outfits. A black lace minidress that was quite high on my thighs as I looked
down and beyond them was my incredibly sexy pair of black PVC thigh high
boots with the five-inch heel that often forced me into a mince that would
grab everyone's attention at fetish clubs. Just above the top of these boots
I could see my thighs wrapped in fishnets attached to suspenders. I could
feel breast forms behind my bra that looked like they were DDs - bigger than
I usually used. I could feel my waist bound tight within a corset, again
tighter than usual. A wig cascaded blonde curls around my face and I could
taste lipstick on my lips.
But what I could feel more than any of these things was my penis throbbing
in the confines of the panties beneath my dress. Something was stroking it,
something was bringing it to an erection. As I craned my neck ot see I saw
only a shadow? a shadow of a woman who had slipped my penis out from behind
my dress and panties and was sucking on it fervently. I felt it throb,
pulsate and I desperately wanted her to let me cum down her throat. But all
these feelings vanished suddenly?
And as I looked I saw and felt that I no longer had a penis? that my waist
was no longer forced into shape by a corset but was wasp-like on its own?
that my breasts were now real and hung heavy on my chest, even bigger than
before. My hair felt real against my cheeks and suddenly something entered
me. And as I craned my neck again I saw the shadow was now fucking me
rhythmically. She was in my vagina. The unreality of the situation did not
matter to me in the dream - not with the feelings I was having. Feelings of
deepness and wetness and I wanted her to fuck me harder. I didn't care how
she was doing it, who she was and what this all meant - I just wanted her to
fuck me harder and to make me cum like the slut I was. She felt amazing
inside me, breathtaking as my huge breasts rose higher and higher with the
deeper breaths I was taking. I writhed in agony as she began to fuck me
harder. And finally? finally she made me cum and it was like an explosion
I'd never felt before. And as the juices flowed out of me I screamed out her
name!
Xenthia!
And I woke up to find myself dripping in sweat and my panties soaked. I felt
an electricity run through me and my heart felt like it might just explode.
Lying there, recovering from my ordeal somehow I knew what was going to
happen? what I wasn't going to be able to stop no matter how hard I tried.
And even though as I sat there telling myself it wouldn't happen I could
tell that I was just lying to myself. I let myself drift back into sleep,
keeping the panties on so that I could soak up the feeling of the dream a
little longer and promising myself that I would not fall into temptation?
that I would not let Mistress Xenthia win.
To be continued?
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