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The next morning, I felt like shit. Groggily, I pulled myself out of bed,
the thong erotically teasing my ass. I ignored it, made my breakfast and
lunch, and put on my coveralls, trying to forget what I looked like
underneath them. All day my sensitive, pierced nipples would rub against
my coveralls. I felt like my secret would spill out at any moment, but no
one was the wiser. In fact, life just continued.
The routine I found myself in continued unabated. I found myself waxing
my legs and crotch without even being told. The pounds continued to melt
away at the gym, and my thongs were ever present, blue, red, pink, black
and white.
Our sexual routine continued quite the same, though each time I felt
myself give in just a little more. A part of me couldn't help but be hurt
and upset at Jennifer, but everytime her nails traced my throbbing, smooth
cock, and whispered, "Cum for me, you slut," I found myself less and less
upset. The dildo was ever-present in my mouth during sex, and one time
she laughed at how I had come with her just playing with my nipple rings
and sucking on the dildo. Before I knew it another two weeks had passed.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My hips had started to soften out, my
tummy starting to become even more flat. In fact, the last time I waxed,
I had done my stomach too. Now, from the chest down, for once I looked
more woman than man. A chubby girl, sure, but a girl nonetheless.
Jennifer had blocked my access from the website so I had no idea what was
to come tonight, but she did her best to keep me extremely horny, and
therefore compliant. She sat me down on the bed and traced her fingers
along my cock as she spoke to me.
"This time I did a special poll, honey. I've got some news for you. You
have a surgery scheduled! Not only that, but you have another appointment
tomorrow as well, but at a salon. Aren't you just excited? Well you
should be. You see, everyone voted for you to get nice, blonde and dark
brown extensions, and electrolysis on your face, including your eyebrows.
And because the amount of votes for this special $5 poll reached over
1500, I booked an appointment for you to get nice cocksucking lips," she
said as she softly traced her nail around my cock, her other fingers
pinching my nipple. At all she had said, I could only moan like a slut in
heat. She asked me to eat her out, and I found myself seconds later,
hungrily lapping at her clit. I didn't even protest about any of it. I
was so happy to assume the position of sex toy that why shouldn't I get
all this done? I deserved it.
The next day, the salon was packed. I was terrified and pampered. I
spent the whole day there, listening to degrading comments, my tucked away
cock throbing. Hair extensions were added to my short hair, looking
beautiful and somewhat natural. My facial hair was zapped off, feminine
arches being the only hair on my face. I looked constantly surprised from
then on. My ears were pierced, with dangling silver hoops. My
fingernails were done, extended as gel nails, in a glistening french
manicure. And finally, make-up was added. When they were done, I did not
look like a man. I definitely looked feminine, though, I still didn't
look passable. Anyone who looked hard enough could tell that under that
green eyeshadow, and lustrious hair was a man. Or the shell of one at
least.
Sunday brought my surgery appointment. Collagen into my lips. It was a
surprisingly simple procedure. That didn't mean it didn't hurt though.
Only two hours later, I was walking out, my lips swollen and inviting. I
had fuller than average lips to begin with, so this just made them erotic.
Looking at my naked self in the mirror, I knew that after this was all
over, I wouldn't end up a woman. No, I'd be a sex toy. Cum bucket.
Whore. And yet, all I could think about was how much my reflection turned
me on. I found myself opening Jennifer's drawer, and pulling out her pink
dildo. I traced my fingernails along it. I wished it were real, and then
I laid down, and sucked it, my pillowy mouth making the whole act even
more erotic than it already was. My other hand, my free hand, was busy
tweaking my new nipples with my fingernails. I just laid there sucking it
for all I was worth, enjoying the feeling. I must have been doing it for
more than an hour and had fallen asleep, for I was awoken by Jennifer
teasing my nipples and pulling it out of my mouth. I let out a tired
objection and had the dildo quickly replaced by her pussy, settling down
on my face. I showed her the appreciation I was feeling by giving her
orgasm after orgasm, her juices flowing so freely as to threaten to drown
me. She tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead, obviously happy that
my wall had finally crumbled and I seemed to love giving in.
The next day she made me get up for work. I was horrified. I thought it
was over with my surgery and salon appointment.
"No one who lives here is going to just quit work by never coming in
again. You have to go and hand in your resignation in person. I'll let
you off not having to give a two week notice, and you can be done today,
if you go in wearing what I left you on the bed," She demanded.
I meekly headed to the bedroom and looked at what she left there. It
wasn't anything too horrible, but it was women's clothes, as I suspected.
Well, better one horrifying day than two weeks. I pulled up the black g-
string, and welcomed the string making it's way into my ass. I was used to
that erotic feeling, and didn't know if I would even want to go back to
normal underwear. Next was an A cup, matching black bra, that pushed up
my small tits so they were noticable. Then, the jeans were next. They
were incredibly feminine, tight, slightly flared, low rise, with a flowery
design on the ass. I just pulled them up and expelled all my breath to
fit into them. My g-string was obvious from behind, especially after
Jennifer pulled it up even more and told me to leave it like that. The
top was a lilac spaghetti string tank. She then helped me apply some make
up, including lots of lip gloss, pulled my hair back into a loose
ponytail, and gave me some white Chanel sunglasses to wear, that were all
the rage. I looked in the mirror and was surprised. I looked like a
cute, chubby girl. My shoulders were a little too wide, my hands slightly
large, but I looked somewhat convincing.
She then handed me some white heels and told me to go deliver the
resignation letter she wrote up. On the way there, I read it, my stomach
turning with terror.
I, Michael Williams, hereby resign my position at Lafarge Construction,
effective immediately. I've discovered my life is heading in a different
direction than what is compatible with working for Lafarge. I've decided
to let the feminine creature inside me come out to the forefront.
Sincerely, Michael Williams.
I pulled up to the work site around the usual time, when everyone else was
pulling up, and realized an error. I had to try to keep from turning
completely red, as I noticed several of my former co-workers eye me up
while my heels were clicking their way to the office. I knocked on the
door to it, and someone must have some pity on me, for the door opened and
my boss was there alone. I smiled at him, handed him the letter, and then
turned around, before he had read it, heading for me car. I couldn't
drive away from there fast enough, but the whole situation could have been
much worse, I knew.
On the way home, just as I was within a couple blocks of the house, my
cell phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey there, hot stuff," came the voice of Jennifer from the other end.
I let out a quiet sigh of relief and said, "Yes, dear?"
"I got the results of another poll in while you were getting all those
looks from those hunky construction guys. Guess what?" She said, almost
laughing at my plight.
"I don't know. What?" I asked, dreading the answer.
"You're going to go and stop at the local corner store and you're buying
some cigarettes. You're a smoker! Oh, and so you know the rules, right
away, there is no smoking in my house. So you've got to go outside, in
the backyard, or, if you want to get checked out, in the front yard, to
smoke," she said, sounding somewhat triumphant on the phone. I could tell
she enjoyed having power over me.
"Can't I come home and change?" I pleaded.
"No. Now get your cigarettes, and come home. And remember, get something
befitting your new image," She commanded, and then ended the call.
I pulled up to the corner store, and walked in, still slightly wobbly on
the heels, though I was doing an okay job of not making too much of an ass
of myself. I still could feel my ass wiggling with my walking a bit more
than normal, and the clicking of the heels was starting to make me really
horny. When I got in, I did my best to ask for some light cigarettes in
my best feminine voice. I could tell I failed by the way the teller did a
double take and got a bit of a smirk on his face. I had a feeling that
this would be something that, for my own sake, I'd better practice,
whether made to by the website or not. I thanked him and quickly took my
leave of the corner store, my face turning red as I clacked my way to my
car, my butt swaying suggestively, almost of it's own accord.
Finally getting home, I opened the door, and went to sit on the couch.
"What do you think you're doing, misses?" asked Jennifer, almost
immediately. I just looked at her, and blinked a couple times,
uncomprehendingly.
"I guess the blonde really does suit you. Get your nice bubble butt out
back and start smoking. You're not gonna become a smoker if you don't
start," she said. I sighed, grabbed the pack of cigarettes and a lighter
and headed outside. It's funny, but after the initial coughing and
sputtering accompanying my first cigarette since I tried one in early
highschool, I actually found it soothing and relaxing. I savoured it, and
was almost sorry when I had to go inside.
For the gym, that day, Jennifer was nice enough to pick a location further
from our house, perhaps to prevent potential embarrassment to her more
than me, but insisted I wear some tight, feminine, silver and black gym
shorts, with a silver and black, tight, matching lycra top. After she
mentioned that it'd likely be less embarrassing like that, I caved and
pulled them on. She also had some girl runners for me. I started to
understand what she had been doing with her time alone. I looked at the
mirror, and under her direction, touched up my makeup before we headed
out. I spent a lot of time on it, partly due to inexperience, but in
large part to delay the inevitable. When she finally pried me away from
the bathroom and towards our car, I was surprised and pretty hopeful about
no-one noticing at the gym.
It turns out, I was right, I think, and I did pretty well. I really
enjoyed our time at the gym and felt that I was starting to get happy with
the situation and comfortable with her. We talked about normal stuff in
the car too. She surprised me by asking for a cigarette on the way home,
when I took out my pack to have one.
The following week went really well, and I think some of the damage that
had been done before was starting to repair. In fact, by the time the
second week rolled around, and the normal, bi-weekly poll came around, I
didn't see her as an antagonist anymore.
It was friday, poll results time, when she came into the bedroom where she
had me wait. Her newly done nails were glistening as they found my cock
again. It was throbbing and I was horny, but it didn't seem to be able to
get quite as hard and I could really tell the hormones were starting to do
their work. She kissed me on the lips, a first for a while now, and then
started telling me what was going to change now. I was actually somewhat
excited.
"Well, there have been some changes to our website and so, this result day
is a little bigger than normal. You see, dear, by how far the changes
have already come, I decided it was time to initiate several polls instead
of one. I also accepted some user feedback that I'll talk about in a bit.
First change we have today is... drum roll... you have a new name. Your
new name is Candace Honey Williams but you introduce yourself as, and go
by, Candy. The second change is, and this surprised me, your eye colour,
with the help of contacts, will be changing from your normal stormy blue
to a nice, welcoming brown. Also, you are now ordered to wear make-up at
all times. I've installed a few webcams around the house for premium
members to watch you with. Finally, you'll have your first sexual
experience with a man, next weekend..." At this, I started to object, but
she just moved her finger to my much to shush me, and continued, "Now,
that ties in to what I was talking about, as far as user created feedback.
It seems a number of the valued members of the site were wanting options
to change me. Now, I wasn't too comfortable with that, but the extra
money would be nice. So I decided to start with an auction that a user
had suggested. Someone had said, on our message boards, that they thought
the hottest thing would be to have you watch me getting fucked by another
man. Another one had said they would pay good money to be the one. So, I
started an auction on my body, I mean, I do need a real man to fuck me to
the bed, and we both know you haven't fit the bill for a while. And, as
an added bonus, if the auction got to $3000, they've have the option of
being the first to recieve of a blowjob from the newly christened Candy.
So, that's that," She finished, with finality, inviting no arguement.
I still wanted to object, but before I could, a pink, rubbery cock invaded
my mouth, and I found myself once again drifting off to the bliss of
having her tease my nipples. She had recently been forgoing the big black
cock to just feel my manicured nails tracing her clit, and did so again
today. It almost felt as if she was starting to enjoy my feminine side.
Before long, with the dildo sliding between my pillowy lips, I felt
anticipation towards having a real cock in there, and my biggest worry
seemed to be whether or not I could get my voice sounding convincing in a
week. And then, I found myself, once again, more curious than worried...
What was coming in two weeks?
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