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Not Exactly Nice
by Kellie Nadine
1. Not Exactly Mr. Nice
ET snickered to himself as the flames erupted on the message board. "ET"
was his moniker - "Earl the Troll" - although he kept that last part to
himself. He just loved stirring up trouble for those little fairies on
that transsexual message board. The fairies must have loved it too...
why else would they continue to reply to his outrageous statements?
Earl vividly remembered the night he'd stumbled onto their web site.
He'd been surfing for porn, sifting through bondage sites, when he came
across a photo set with a dominatrix "feminizing" her male slave.
"Forced Feminization" was what they called it, a whole genre of bondage
involving the emasculation of so-called "men". He'd gotten so aroused,
that he just had have more - so he did an Oogle search for "forced
feminization" and came across the transgender fiction site, "Fictional
Fe-males". They didn't have porn videos, or even photo sets, but they
did have stories... thousands of stories, about men being transformed
into women. Some stories were simply cross dressing fantasies, some
involved brutal domination and forced medical procedures. Still others
used magic, or virtual worlds, or nearly magical technologies from the
future. The site also had a message board, a place for authors and
readers to discuss stories, as well as other issues concerning the
"transgender" community. Of course the biggest issue was that they were
a bunch of useless pervs. While Earl found it fun to watch stupid little
fairies getting abused and humiliated, he couldn't understand how
anybody could be stupid enough to actually want such treatment.
So the flame war flamed on - some fairies outraged, others fanning the
embers of the brush fire he'd lit, while a few others called for calm. A
"moderator" called for an end to the controversial posts. Yeah right,
Earl got far too much enjoyment from starting these little
controversies... these "Flame Wars". That little fruitcake "moderator"
could kiss his hairy man butt!
The war was started, but the pace was slow - sometimes it took a whole
day for someone to add another comment. Earl was used to this -
Fictional Fe-males wasn't the only site "ET" trolled. It was time for
some porn! He went to his new favorite Domination site to watch a video
featuring an Amazonian Dominatrix using her huge strap-on dildo to
further emasculate a lingerie-wearing fairy. Why he got so hard watching
such twisted porn was a mystery to him - but it got him off, and that
was all that mattered.
2. An Email
A familiar ding roused Earl from his slumber. He looked up and saw the
blinking icon that told him of an incoming message. He reached for a
towel, his hand (among other things) still greasy from the lotion. The
bathroom was just around the corner, but Earl was such a slothful jerk
that he didn't even bother to properly clean up before groping his mouse
to navigate the mailbox. The message simply said "Chat with me".
A chat window opened up, the other person's moniker was "Demonatrix"
(DX).
DX: hello, et
ET: who are you?
DX: just a fairy
ET: what?
DX: fictional fe-male
ET: so what?
DX: so meet me in the dungeon
ET: where?
DX: in the basement of your apartment building
ET: no way - it's just a furnace room!
DX: meet me there
ET: but (chat window closes)
Who the hell was this "Demonatrix"? It was just like one of those little
Fiction Fe-male fairies to choose a moniker like that. What if the
little perv was really in the building? What if he was being stalked?
How far would they go? Was this a joke? Payback for his flame war fun?
Should he call the cops?
Earls decided he's best check the basement. He lived in a nice building
- there was good security, and no real trouble makers. Hell, Earl wasn't
even a trouble maker, not in the "real" world, anyway. He was strictly a
"cyber" bully. So he pulled his pants up, washed his hands and face, and
ventured into the hallway.
3. Demonatrix
The elevator reached the ground floor and stopped. Tenants couldn't ride
it to the basement, and Earl didn't have a bypass key, so he'd have to
take the stairs.
Upon entering the stairwell, Earl became aware of a faint, smoldering
aroma, not unlike sulfur, perhaps from a matchstick. Someone must have
lit a cigarette in the stairwell... but why couldn't he smell tobacco?
Already at the door, thoughts of stairwell odors evaporated as he
steeled himself to enter the (hopefully) unoccupied basement. He opened
the door, and was greeted by a foreboding darkness. It seemed odd that
there were no lights at all. When he stepped through the entryway,
everything changed. Flickering torches illuminated a gothic dungeon, the
stone walls looking cold and dank. As he stepped further into the
dungeon, he was greeted by a beautiful woman. Her skin was deep red, her
hair and eyes as black as coal. She was very tall, nearly seven feet
tall, by Earls reckoning, and dressed in the black leather one-piece of
a dominatrix.
"So you are Earl the Troll. I am not impressed. You are too tall to be a
troll." Earl felt his legs compacting, as his perspective changed from
that of a 6' man, to that of something 5' tall. "Your arms are too
short." Earls arms stretched to the floor, knuckles now dragging on the
paving stones. "That brow." Earl felt his forehead changing, as a
prominent brow ridge formed above his eyes, and his two eyebrows came
together into a uni-brow. The changes continued, as his torso became
musclebound, and his back hunched. Demonatrix worked her evil magic
until Earl was indeed a troll, completely and undeniably.
Although shaken by his transformation, he maintained enough of his wits
to speak. "Demonatrix, I presume?"
"Yes, ET, I am Demonatrix".
"Why have you done this to me?"
"I have given you a gift. An opportunity to experience your fantasies.
You call yourself ET, Earl the Troll. You are now a real troll. You
fantasize about dominatrices. I am far more dominant than any human
dominatrix could ever be. You also have more perverse fantasies."
"Please, let me go. I'll leave the fairies alone. I'll just go back to
being plain old Earl. Please, don't hurt me!"
"Silence! You are my slave, earl the troll! You have no say in what goes
on in my realm! I am Demonatrix. Goddess Demonatrix! Is that clear,
slave?
"Yes, Mistress."
"Not Mistress! I am no mere mortal! I am Goddess Demonatrix! Is that
clear, slave?"
"Yes, Goddess Demonatrix. I am your slave."
4. Oh-oh
Earl couldn't believe what was happening. It had to be a dream! But you
can't "feel" dreams, and he could feel the changes in his body. He could
feel his knuckles dragging across the floor when he was ordered across
the dungeon to the cell. He could feel the cool dampness of the stones
in this underground keep.
He watched as Demonatrix prepared her devices, fear weighing down his
spirits as he tried in vain to figure out how to extract himself from
the situation.
Preparations complete, Demonatrix opened the cell door to retrieve her
slave. Earl made a desperate dash out the door in an attempt to escape.
Demonatrix let him run past, her laughter a hellish chorus of glee.
"Where will you go, little troll? I have closed the doorway to your
realm. If you exit this chamber, you will find yourself wandering
through Hell. The real, Biblical Hell, described in your religious
books. Oh yes, the ancient prophecies are true. Heaven and Hell exist,
as do their respective hierarchies. Your religions have bastardized the
truth, but that does not change the reality."
Demonatrix held all the aces, and Earl didn't understand the game. He
stopped running, turned, and bowed before his Goddess, in submissive
fear.
She easily picked up the little troll, and shackled his wrists and
ankles. The wrist shackles were attached to chains hanging from the
ceiling, and pulled taught, so Earl was suspended above the stone floor.
The ankle shackles were also attached to chains and pulled taught, so
Earl was now suspended spread-eagle. Demonatrix used her forefinger
talon to cut off the remnants of Earls clothing, and he hung naked
before her. She left the room, leaving him to ponder his fate.
5. EF
By the time Demonatrix returned, Earl was in absolute agony. The
shackles cut into his wrists, and his arms ached from the hours he'd
spent in suspension.
"Your pain is significant" said Demonatrix, approvingly. Earl could only
acknowledge her with a nod. "I will fulfill another of your fantasies,
little troll. You may use your imagination, or simply wait for it to
happen. Speak not, for your words will only anger me. Unless, of course,
you wish to enhance your suffering. No? Very well."
With a wave of her hand, Demonatrix made the shackles and chains
disappear. Earl was still suspended, but now he was held by magic. The
pain in his limbs subsided, but there was a new agony making itself
known between his legs. A burning sensation, as his manhood were being
barbequed, and his testes boiled, at the same time. After several
minutes, the agony abated, followed by a strange numbness. Earl looked
down, and wasn't overly surprised when he saw that his manhood had been
replaced by a feminine looking mound. It was almost like one of those
forced-fem stories from Fictional Fe-males, except his "transformation"
had absolutely zero erotic appeal.
Demonatrix allowed the magical chains to gently lower Earl to the floor.
She waved her hand, and Earl felt convulsions throughout his body. He
fell to the floor, once again writhing in agony. After a few moments,
the pain again subsided, and Earl was told to stand.
"You are now Elena the Faery. A real Faery. You will return to your old
realm. To humans, you will appear to be the same Earl they have come to
know. You will keep your job at the investment firm. You will treat your
clients, as well as your adversaries, respectfully, and fairly. If you
seek out a lover, that person will see and know the real you, Elena the
Faery." Demonatrix went on, "You will also continue to post on the
Fictional Fe-males web site. Like a comic book hero, you will use the
cover of night to seek out those most deeply in need, and you will use
the Faery magics I have endowed you with to make things right for them."
Earl, now Elena, was flabbergasted, as she fluttered about the dungeon
on her pretty little faery wings. "Why would you, Goddess Demonatrix,
want me to do good? Aren't demons supposed to be evil?"
Demonatrix smiled, shedding her red skin like a molting snake, and
standing before Elena was the most beautiful, radiant, angelic example
of womanhood she could have imagined. "Not all is as it seems, even
beyond your Earthly realm, my dear Elena. The struggle between good and
evil is universal. It is up to each of us to make good choices, or face
the consequences."
6. EF Muffin?
Earl returned to the stairwell. At least he looked like Earl, but he
sure didn't "feel" like Earl. Turning to look into the basement, he saw
the furnace room with its piping and duct-work in the minimal lighting.
He shook his head, thinking it all a weird dream. Still, he should
probably quit inciting those unfortunate folks at Fictional Fe-males.
Maybe there was more to this trans-genderism than he'd previously
thought.
Earl returned to his apartment and tried logging on to the Fictional Fe-
males site. Oddly, his log in name, Earl the Troll, didn't seem to work.
Had he been banned from the site? On a whim, he tried logging in as
Elena the Faery, and much to his chagrin, the log in was accepted. What?
A sudden pall overtook him, and he reached into his pants just to make
sure everything was...
Do you believe in magic?
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